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Huh?

My unsolicited opinion on goth chicks?

Well, i am interested in people who are themselves and i think that everybody should be who they truely are

I would not complain dating a goth lady

however i would also not compain about dating a farm girl

So long as we vibe, i don't really care what my future partners aesthetic is

Goth, grunge, rocker, hippie, emo, cowgirl, rustic, modern, tech fasion, retro, futuristic, etc.

I think the aesthetic is neat and i understand why people like goth aestheticz, but i think it's akin to people liking skinny women in the 1920s, it's a fashion

Sure, being goth and being hit on because of your lookz suckz, but like, you'd proly be hit on reguardless

Like, it suckz, but if you were just dressed like a trad house wife you'd proly get hit on too just by different people

Reguardless of what way you look at it, you're gonna get hit on by people, i don't think that it's any less good or bad because if it's not goth people getting hit on it's cow girls if it's not cow girls it's tom boys, etcetera, etcetera.

I do think that fetishization is questionable, but at what point is there no fetishization in dating? Like who do you know aside from small portions of the population who don't get horny?

Sure, people should keep thet horniness in check, which is asking a lot on this website i know

However the act of being attracted to "person who wear dark color and wear makeup" shouldn't in itself be bad, it's how our brains partially find attractiveness

We shouldn't make that the main thing however i don't think there's a fundamental issue with the goth girl fetishization i think there's an issue with how it's handled.

If it were handled with less crassness and more respect, there is no reason why it would be a bad thing

Like Gomez Adams, that dude 1000000% has the hots for his lady and part of it is how she carries herself as well as how she dresses

Yet he's not screaming about how "he needs a goth gf" because his life isn't defined by having a goth gf

Morticia could have on a sundress and Gomez would still love her, perhaps he prefers an aesthetic but he doesn't define her by her clothing

Likewise irl, the clothes do not make a person

I think the aesthetic fetishization comes from the phrase "the clothes make the man" when personally i think that clothez are clothez and that they are reflections of how we'd like to be seen by people or in some cases not seen like with the whole tactical "Grey Man" stuff, it may as well be about how people view themselves and want to express that to others, sometimes for fun, sometimes to atrract to them people of a similar mind.

There is as well a portion of people online i've noticed who say that E-Girls are not goth.

However for the sake of fetishization, i've noticed that there are two groups, one who believes that they are not goth and find no attraction to them while the other doesn't care.

I've noticed as well people who see goth people in their daily attire and feel less, the same amount, or more attracted to them.

I think that the line we should be pointing to in order to distinguish between the shallow fetishization and the actual genuine attraction should be between those who find attractiveness not change or even grow when the person is not in said attire, or is willing to know more about somebody in the case where they don't wear attire they find attractive.

Conclusion: Liking goth people good, liking goth aesthetic good, only liking goth aesthetic without liking goth people no good.

What are you opinionz tho?

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Promises (Oneshot Fiction)

Fandom : Road 96

Characters : Stan Sanchez, Mitch Sanchez, Sonya Sanchez, Adam.

Contexte : After the election, life in Petria continues in a better way. With Florres as President, things are gonna be better for everyone...But it will not change the past however.

***

Petria. According to Tyrak, this country is ideal in every way. And education is the key for the youngest so that they can, in turn, make their country proud. There were few schools in the country, there were mostly high schools and universities... who of course was tyrak's propaganda. In the meantime let the schools be schools, with children playing, laughing, arguing but making peace quickly and ... A crying child? Yes, if you pay attention to the noises of the playground, you could hear a child crying. In a corner of the courtyard, not far from a classroom, a little boy, was crying hot tears, surrounded by 3 other children. He was tall enough for his age, his short black hair sported a small puff in the front. He was of a fairly robust build, he was not fat, but not skinny either.

The other 3 children looked at him and we could hear from two of them the sentence in a loop: "Mitch is a big baby!" followed by laughter. The 3rd, who seemed to be the leader, was holding in his hand a toy, a small fire truck. He looked at Mitch who continued to cry, a smile on his face.

*Look at me this baby! Compared to your stupide brother, you are a real whiner! You're not even able to take it back from me!* he said, laughing.

*HEY !!!* Said another kid’s voice behind them.

When the 3 children turned around, they saw another little boy who was look like Mitch but he was a little thinner and his haircut was different, styled on the side but just as short. And if Mitch was a baby according to them, he was quite the opposite.

* Well, look who's there ! Stan "stupid" Sanchez! I should have suspected that you would not be far from your "baby" brother.* said the boy who was holding Mitch’s toy.

*Give it back ! It’s Mitch’s toy ! Not yours !* replied Stan, by clenching his fists.

* Oh, yes? What if I don't want to ? I always wanted to have a fire truck and you and your brother had no interest in going to tell the teacher!*

Stan's blood did only one trick and without warning, he threw himself on the boy. A fight began between the two. A little later, at the end of the school day, the two brothers were in their parents' car, Stan had scratches everywhere and sulked as he turned his head to the window, while Mitch did not let go of his toy. Sonya was between them, her school day compared to her brothers' had gone well as usual. The Father looked at Stan through the retro interior, then his wife who nodded at him, and sighed before refocusing on his son.

* Stan... we've already talked about it, you know. This is the 2nd time you have fought with these boys this year. As you have already been told, if you or Mitch have a problem with one of your classmates, you should talk to an adult. And not fighting.* He said calmly.

* But they keep bothering Mitch every day! and the adults do nothing! I can't let them do it without defending myself or Mitch or Sonya!* Said Stan angry.

* I appreciate that you care about your brother and sister... The problem is that violence is never the solution, Stan... One day you could be seriously wounded! and you know that I will worry too much. You understand?* replied his mother.

*...Yes, mommy. Excuse me... I wouldn't do it again.*

*... Did you put a blow to his knee?* Said his father.

*Honey!* replied his mother.

* And also a punch in the nose!* said Stan proudly.

*Stan !*

*Calm down Sweetie... He has been lectured enough for today. And then I'm curious! and I also know that I have nothing to fear for them, they will know how to defend themselves.* replied his father.

*...Like father, like son.* said his mother sighing.

*That’s why you marry me no ?*

Laughter was heard from the car, then excitement following a proposal of Super Supper as a meal for this lunch. They didn't have much, they weren't rich, but at least they were all together, as a family. Nothing could have spoiled such happiness... nothing...except...

“Stan?”

Stan opened his eyes, jumping slightly. He looked everywhere, he was in Sonya's limousine, which had stopped. A dream... it was a dream. Or rather a memory. he rubbed his eyes because of the light before feeling a hand resting on his shoulder.

“Stan? Sorry to wake you up but... we have arrived.” said Mitch, looking at him a little worried.

“Already? Shucks Mitch...Sorry. I was...just taking a little nap.” responds Stan still a little sleepy.

“Adam, you're waiting for us at the entrance, we don't have it for very long.” said Sonya before getting out of the car with a large bouquet of flowers in her hands.

“Yes Sonya.” simply respond the latter.

Stan and Mitch followed and both found themselves in front of the cemetery gates. They didn't like this place. they wish they never found themselves going there. At least not at their age. And not for as many years.

“Go there both of you. I'm going to stay with Adam. I would go alone after.” said Stan.

“Are you sure of yourself? Don't you want me to come with you?” asks Mitch.

“Don’t worry Mitch, just go with Sonya. She will need more your presence than me.” Replied Stan, smiling under his hood.

Mitch nodded at him before joining Sonya, who had already walked to the vault. Stan leaned against the limousine, right next to Adam who was waiting patiently. From a distance he could see his brother and sister, laying down the bouquet of flowers, before Sonya started crying and Mitch took her in his arms. None of them had managed to grieve but... they hid it to worry no one. They were all like that.

“Excuse me... can I ask a question?” Said suddenly Adam taking Stan out of his thoughts.

“Yeah go ahead.” he responds mechanically.

“Who’s buried there ? And...how did it happened?”

“... It's not up to me to tell you about it, but to Sonya. If she ever feels capable then... she will tell you. When we have all grieved. Just know... that it’s our parents who are buried there.”

“Oh...i’m sorry.”

Stan shrugged his shoulders in response and turned his head, seeing his brother and sister return. He then took two roses that he had set aside and began to step forward in his turn. He glanced at his brother, making him understand that he needed to be alone this time, that everything would be fine. He arrived in front of the vault where his parents were resting and sat right in front of it, the two roses in his hand that he placed on his knees.

“...Hi.” he starts, trying to find his word before sighing. “Well... I guess I've never really been good at starting a conversation... especially with the dead. It's not something that... that can be learned. And from what I saw... Sonya and Mitch can't do it either. how long has it been? 25 years? Yeah... 25 daggnabit years that you're no longer here. You had done everything to make the three of us a bright future, and that's what we've become. At least Sonya has fulfilled her dream. She wanted to be a great journalist and she succeeded. Mitch and I... We have become criminals. Sacred turning point, when we know that you saw us as... managers of our own garage or as policemen... In the end we are on the other side of the barrier.” he said before looking away. He wanted to cry, but he can’t.

They had always learned from their parents that crime was wrong, that easy money was dirty money and that if they wanted something, they had to work hard for it. But the opposite happened: money, the moto, weapons, it was by stealing that they got them. And internally, Stan sometimes felt a touch of shame knowing that his parents were watching them from heaven. He took a deep breath before turning his head back to the vault.

“But deep down.... we have not changed. Apart from Sonya who has taken on personality, Mitch remains a big teddy bear and me... a real ball of nerves, impatient but still as protective. But you know things are better in the country since Florres was elected. The country is recovering little by little, but life is more... restful we will say. it does not prevent us from continuing our robberies. and I don't think we'll ever stop. I remember when you told us it was wrong to rob. But when you find yourself with nothing and you have to make sure that your brother and sister have something to eat... it becomes a necessity to rob.” he replied.

He stood up and laid the two roses next to the bouquet of flowers. He remained silent for a few moments, then resumed sighing again.

“ But you know, I always keep my promise. The one I made to you that day. And I would always keep that promise. Anything can happen to me, I am ready to lose an arm, a leg, life itself... but one thing is for sure. I would continue to watch over them. I would continue to do everything I can to ensure that Mitch and Sonya have everything they need... If it has to cost me my life, then so be it. But no one will touch my family. I will not let anyone take away the only family I have left.”

He walked towards his brother and sister after looking at the vault one last time.

“I promise you that.”

***

(There you go! it's shorter than what I usually write but frankly I liked it a lot! and I hope you like it too! I can't wait to write fanfiction on Road96! Oh by the here's,under this text, how Stan is sitting ! feel free to tell me what you think! see ya!)

Jerena honeymoon? 😏

I know you wanted smut but this is pure fluff and I apologize hahaha. Also this was supposed to be a drabble but I think it's 3000 words. Sorryyyyy.

Serena hated lingerie. She hated the complicated straps and clasps and the way the material felt against her skin. Most importantly, she hated the way she looked in it. She felt it didn’t flatter her the way it did the curvier, well-endowed women in movies and on TV. It made her feel too skinny and like she was lacking, but it was the first night of their honeymoon and Serena wanted to wear something special for her new wife. She put on a pair of cheeky white panties with a lace ruffle trim that she special-ordered with ‘Mrs. Castillo’ printed on the front in baby blue lettering. She touched up her hair and makeup, even if she knew Jamie wouldn’t mind that a few strands of hair were out of place or that her mascara was slightly smudged, but the more she fussed over her makeup, the more she realized she was stalling.

“Babe, are you okay?” She heard Jamie ask from their bed.

“I’m fine,” Serena responded although she was feeling anything but fine. “I’ll be right out.” She’s my wife and she loves me. Everything is going to be okay. This is nothing we haven’t done dozens of times before. But it was their first time as a married couple and Serena felt she had to make everything perfect for Jamie. Or maybe I should just be myself.

It was Halloween night and Serena had packed her pair of Freddy Krueger gloves that she usually wore when she took Olivia trick-or-treating. She opened the bathroom door and stuck her hand out so she could tap on the doorframe with the fake blades on her glove.

“Serena Benson!” Jamie shouted. “You scared the hell out of me. How is it that we’ve only been married 30 hours and I already want a divorce?”

Serena tapped the doorframe one more time before peeking her head out. “I’m sorry, but Serena Benson doesn’t exist anymore. You must be mistaken.”

“Babe, come here,” Jamie urged. “I wanna lie down with my wife.” Lie down. She thinks she’s slick.

Serena stood next to their bed, her hands covering her chest. “I’m ready to...lie down.”

“I’ve never been this over you,” Jamie grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed, eliciting a squeal from Serena. “Babe, take those gloves off.”

“I was going to and then you pulled me on the bed.” Serena took off the gloves and tossed them aside.

When Jamie started to kiss her, Serena felt as if her mind was elsewhere and without realizing it, she had started to pull away. “Do you want to stop?” Jamie asked. “I know it’s our honeymoon, but I’m just as happy holding you or hanging out with you.”

Serena captured her lips in a kiss. “No, no, I want to. I just feel like my mind isn’t here. I’m thinking about Ollie. This is our favorite holiday. She’s twelve and it’s her last kid Halloween, you know? I take her trick-or-treating every year with Elliot and her other friends. I even took her last year before I went over to your house. Next Halloween, she’ll be a teenager, and I feel like I missed my last shot. I’m just glad Mr. and Mrs. Cabot let Alex stay with her in LA. My heart and my mind are both here with you and over there with her. For the past twelve years, I’ve just been a mom and now I’m a mom and a wife and I have to learn how to balance the two.”

“Serena, look at me,” Jamie cupped her face in her hands. “Being my wife doesn’t mean you ever have to take time away from being Ollie’s mom. The three of us are a family. We’re a new family, but we’re going to make it work. Like with any family, there’s going to be a lot of trial and error, but I promise to never make you feel as if you have to choose between me and Ollie. Why don’t we call her right now and see how her Halloween is going?”

Serena immediately grabbed her phone from on top of the nightstand. It rang only one time before she heard her overly excited daughter on the other end. “Hi, Mom! I miss you!”

“Hi, Olliegator. I miss you too. How’s the haul this year?”

“Not as good as Alex’s neighborhood, but Lexie and Kyle helped us salvage the night,” Olivia responded. “Your candy map is a bust, Mom. Half of the houses on there don’t know the spirit of Halloween.”

The candy map in question is a map Serena created of the houses in Beverly Hills that gave out the best candy, had the scariest haunted houses, and the best decorations. “Ollie, I made that map in 1998. It’s not really relevant anymore.”

“See, that’s what I thought at first,” Olivia responded. “But Alex and I were just too taken in by the retro ‘90s charm. So, Mom, tell me about this cabin in the woods. Don’t most people honeymoon in Hawaii or Cabo or the Bahamas?”

“Too ordinary,” Serena responded. She knew Olivia would think it was because she wanted to be out in the woods on Halloween, but the real reason Serena wanted a honeymoon in a cabin away from everyone was because she wanted an entire week of being shut-in with Jamie with nobody else around them. “I’ll give you the grand tour of the cabin and the lake tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I think that would have been ordinary, too,” she could hear her daughter smiling through the phone. “Just remember if you find a creepy cellar, don’t go in. Also, if you meet an old man at a store or gas station that looks abandoned, heed his warnings and listen to his tales of forgotten lore.”

“Of course, Olliegator,” Serena laughed. “Lexie told me she’s taking you and Alex on a Haunted Hollywood tour. Remember, after coming home from those places－”

“When in doubt, sage it out,” Olivia recited the advice she had heard countless times. “We’re gonna leave now. I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, Ollie Koalie.”

Serena felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders when she hung up the phone. Her Ollie was having fun with her aunt and uncle and Alex. Olivia was going to be okay, just like she was going to be okay.

“Feel better?” Jamie asked. “Is our Ollie okay?”

“She’s okay,” Serena responded. “I think I am, too.”

Serena thought back to their first time last Halloween. It was raw and animalistic, the result of six months of pent-up sexual tension between the two of them. Jamie had her against the wall, on her back, on all fours, and on her knees. But none of that felt right for their first time as a married couple.

Her wife was ready for her as was evident by the bulge in her boxer brief harness that Serena was able to feel between her legs now that Jamie was on top of her. Jamie was playfully nibbling on her neck, putting her at ease. The deeper they got into their relationship, the more loving and even playful sex had become between the two of them. The passion was there, the attraction was there, but Serena felt as if what they did was no longer performative. They could be themselves and focus on each other instead of focusing on an image.

Jamie propped herself up on her elbows, which was one of Serena’s favorite positions for her to be in so she could feel more skin-to-skin contact and nearly the full weight of Jamie’s body on her. She looked down at Serena before leaning in to kiss her. “I love you so much,” she said in a tone that Serena found reassuring. “If you ever want me to stop anything I’m doing, just tell me.” But she didn’t have to tell her. Sometimes she didn’t have the nerve to tell her and Jamie could just see it in her eyes. Her wife could read her better than anyone.

Jamie slowly kissed her way down her body, stopping when she reached her white panties with ‘Mrs. Castillo’ printed on them. “Have I ever told you that my name looks good on you?”

“Several times,” Serena responded. “And it makes me roll my eyes every time you say it.”

Serena’s legs were spread and bent at the knee, giving Jamie access to kiss her on her inner thighs. “I guess I can’t say it anymore because it’s our name now and not just mine. I’m also sorry I didn’t notice these earlier, but when your wife comes out with Freddy Krueger gloves covering her breasts, your eyes just shift to that instead.” Serena felt Jamie tug at the waistband of her undies and slide them off. “As good as they look on you, you don’t need these right now.”

When Jamie flung them to the side, Serena was reminded of an incident that happened a few weeks after their first time. “Do you remember that time you flung my underwear and we couldn’t find it?”

“And my roommate found it the next morning?” Jamie added. “Yeah, how could I forget that?”

“But it was nothing even remotely sexy like I wore the first couple of times,” Serena laughed. “They were my cotton boybriefs with Rainbow Brite and Starlite on them. In my defense, I didn’t know I was getting laid that night. When you said, ‘Serena, come hang out,’ I thought we were actually going to hang out like you hang out with the guys.”

“That explains the hoodie and jeans you wore,” Jamie quipped. “I tried to be good, kind of like I’m trying right now, but my focus is on my favorite freckle of yours.”

Serena remembered the first time Jamie discovered her favorite freckle, one located near her clit that immediately became Jamie’s favorite spot to kiss like she was in that moment. The back and forth and casual banter had eased her nervousness and, although that banter had stopped and she was open and physically vulnerable, her nervousness was still gone and she was able to enjoy every movement of her wife’s tongue.

“I bought you something,” Jamie said, picking her head up and wiping Serena’s wetness from her mouth.

“Later,” Serena insisted, feeling slightly frustrated with her wife.

“Trust me, you’ll want this now.” Her gift was a vibrator that nestled comfortably over Serena’s clit. “Just a little helper because I can’t touch you where I want to when I’m on top.” Jamie used the remote to turn it on one of the lower settings.

Serena pulled Jamie close so she could kiss her, the feeling of the vibrator on her clit and the taste of herself on Jamie’s tongue sending her into overdrive. When Jamie turned up the intensity of the vibrator, she couldn’t help moaning into her wife’s mouth.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Jamie insisted. Serena felt her wife enter her first with one finger before slowly interesting another when she felt Serena had adjusted. She was tight, she knew she was. She always clenched her muscles when Jamie first entered her, but the more she pumped her fingers in and out of her, the more relaxed she became. She could hear how wet she was and she reveled in the feeling of having Jamie inside of her －the first, last, and only woman to be so intimate with her.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Jamie told her as she increased the speed that she was pumping her fingers in and out of her. Serena knew what Jamie wanted. She wanted her cock buried deep inside her. She knew Jamie wanted to fuck her hard and rough; she wanted to claim her.

“Jay,” Serena moaned. She couldn’t get the words out but Jamie knew exactly what she needed.

Serena grabbed the warming lubricant from on top of the nightstand and rubbed it on Jamie’s clit, the feeling of Jamie’s wetness making her throb even more. The warming lubricant had been Serena’s idea the first time they went toy shopping together. It was meant to heighten the sensation for Jamie and make her feel like she was actually inside Serena when the base of the toy rubbed against her clit.

Jamie positioned herself in between Serena’s legs, teasing her entrance as she turned up the intensity of the vibrator enough to make Serena moan even louder. “Jamie, fuck…”

“Is that an order?” Jamie asked and then realized Serena was less than pleased with her question. She entered Serena with just the tip and slowly went deeper, allowing Serena to adjust to being so filled.

“Come here. I want to look into your eyes.”

When she knew Serena was ready, Jamie began to thrust deep and hard into her. She had once wanted soft and sensual but Jamie had awakened that need inside of her. “You look so hot when you’re being fucked, Ser.” She knew the deeper Jamie went, the more she could feel the base press against her clit, so Serena wrapped her legs around her wife’s waist to make her go deeper. “You feel so good.”

With Jamie now propped up on her elbows, Serena ran her fingers down her back. Her caresses were gentle until she felt her wife fuck her harder and faster. Her nails dug into the skin on Jamie’s back and she felt herself tighten around her cock. “Jamie, keep fucking me, baby. Don’t stop.”

She felt the toy rubbing against her g spot, the vibrator pulsating on her clit, and the sound of her wife moaning in her ear. One more thrust as Jamie sucked on her neck proved to be her undoing with Jamie’s orgasm following just a few seconds behind her.

“I love you,” Serena told her as Jamie nuzzled into her neck. “I’ve never felt so connected to anyone before.”

“I’m literally still inside you,” Jamie teased. “We’re very connected right now.”

Serena playfully smacked her arm. “Now it’s my turn to be done with you.”

“You can’t be,” Jamie responded. “You’re stuck with me for the next 50 or 60 years and I couldn’t be happier about that. I love you, Serena Castillo. One thing, though…”

“Hmm?”

“With the way you were clawing at my back, I’m really grateful you took off your Freddy Krueger gloves.”

The clock ticking broke the silence in the room. Ryan sat on his bed, back pressed again the headboard,his head rested just above the headboard, using the wall for support. His eyes were closed and he timed his breathing with the clock.

This was a pre heist tradition of his. A sort of meditation to clear his head and get in the mood for the events that were to come.

The timer on his wrist had reached its final hours. Which meant today was the day Ryan either met his soulmate or died.

Ryan always hated the small mark on his wrist. He hated having a constant reminder that his days , in fact , were numbered. He didn't believe that he would never have a soulmate. His clock had to mean death. Who would love the most dangerous man in Los Santos after all? Of course having it did have its perks in his mind. It meant he could be careless when he felt like it. Knowing that at least he would come out on top. Make sure his crew made it out. He couldn't say the same for the other guys tho. He didn't care anyways. His crew was all that mattered to him.

A soft knock on the door broke him from his thoughts. He lifted his head and let out a small grunt. Jeremy called from the other side of the door.

" Your time is up,dude. Geoff wants you to scope out the bank and give us the all clear."

" Yea." Was his only response. He rose from the bed and quickly pulled on his civilian clothes. Dark jeans, a graphic tee and a black beanie to hide most of his hair. He wore black aviators to cover most of his face. He looked like a cross between a biker and a dad was trying too hard to fit in with the young crowd. Which wasn't out of place for Los Santos. He couldn't help but give himself a small chuckle as he passed the mirror.

Geoff would switch out who scoped out the area for the upcoming heist. He was worried that if he sent Gavin or Michael too often someone may start to catch on. Ryan appreciated the paranoia.

Ryan took his bike to the bank. Parking a few blocks away he began his walk. He window shopped and ducked into building to glance at things to make himself less noticeable. He made note of the patrol car that circled every 45 minutes. That would be a snug window to get things started. But they've made bigger messes in small amounts of time. He also noted the deposit truck had just made it's stop. Good.

He continued his walk. He had been on this strip before. There was a retro game shop that sold old games and old systems. Jeremy had draped him here once in hope to find an old xbox. He pushed his way through the door. A small bell rung to alert any workers. A skinny boy swung around the corner of the back office. A wore a purple hoodie , pokemon graphic tee and ripped skinny jeans. Short black hair and a beard covered his head and face. Without the bread he bet the kid looked like he was twelve.

" Anything I can help you with?" The purple hoodie boy asked.

" No, just... Looking I suppose. Don't come around here all that often. Thought I'd spot by."

The boy simply shrugged and pulled out a pink DS.

" Not very professional of you." Ryan chuckled.

" It's a game store. Why not promote the merchandise." The kid flashed a smile.

" Fair point. What's your name?"

" Ray. You?"

Ryan hesitated. " James."

" James is such a dad name." Ray said. Sitting his DS down, he propped his head up on one hand.

Ryan rolled his eyes and gave a short laugh. " Got anything better than?"

"Hm, Tucker."

" That's fucking awful." They both laughed.

Ryan's phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket to see a text from Geoff.

'What's the verdict?' Ryan replied with the details he had.

' Okay. We'll move out at 6.pm the back closes at 7. Shouldn't be much foot traffic and less people. Get back here and finish your prep.'

Ryan slid his phone back into his pocket. The sudden irritation of having to cut his conversation short with Ray took him by surprise.

" You're wife ? Or girlfriend? Or boyfriend. I don't judge." Ray asked.

" More like a pain in my ass." Ryan said. " My boss."

" Pft. Lame."

" Yea." Ryan sighed, glancing down he went to fix his jacket sleeve when he spotted his timer… it had hit zero.

When? And with who? He wasn't dead - which meant that he had met his soulmate. His gaze went to Ray. No way.

No fucking way.

" When do you get off?" Ryan asked. Ray titled his head. But didn't say anything. Maybe he felt it too..

" At three." Ray replied.

" Tomorrow? "

" I'm off.. Why?"

" Perfect. Meet me here at noon. I wanna take you out for lunch." Ryan pulled a sticky note from the counter and jotted down his number. He handed it to Ray. When Ray reached his sleeve rolled down slightly. Showing his counter was at zero as well.

A smile spread across Ryan's face. He might be able to get used to this. At least Ray was cute.

" See you tomorrow, soulmate. I gotta head to work."

MC ask: TRR (Raven in particular)

Thanks for the ask @darley1101 I’m doing the mob wives edition if you want a different TRR MC send me an ask!

Two Sides of the Same Coin

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Raven Harris

how tall are they?

5’9”

how do they tend to dress?

She is curvy, very busty with a full bottom and wide hips, but she refuses to let that dictate how she dresses. She wears what she feels comfortable in and if anyone has a problem with how she’s dressed, FUCK THEM! If she wants to wear a bodycon dress or a pair of skinny jeans that accentuate her every curve she will. More important than the clothes she puts on her body she wears confidence in everything she wears, from the skimpy bikini on the beach or by the pool, to the oversized shirt and a pair of leggings she feels good in what she wears because she’s comfortable in her body and it shows.

do they like how they look?

She loves and accepts her curves. She doesn’t care about the size on her clothes, this is who she is. She has actually dumped a drink on a guy for calling her a fat ass before she told him to learn to respect women unless he wanted to die alone.

are they an only child or do they have any siblings?

Only child though she grew up in the Rhys family and had several friends and playmates around.

are they a morning person or night owl?

Night owl. She curses Liam out when his alarm wakes her. She’s been known to throw pillows at him for being too noisy while getting ready too. Don’t talk to her before she’s had her coffee unless you want your head chewed off. If you are feeling brave you can try after one cup, but you should really wait until she’s halfway through her third.

are they a cat person or a dog person?

She’s a fuzzy animal person. Cats, dogs, bunnies she thinks they are cute. She absolutely loves cats but she doesn’t hate dogs. She knows Liam is more of a dog person but she really wants a cat.

got any favourite foods?

Chicago deep dish pizza she got spoiled when she lived there and now pizza isn’t the same.

how about favourite drinks?

Manhattan

what are their favourite movies/tv shows?

Crown and the Flame. She and Liam has a bet who Kenna would end up. He thought for sure she would end up with the lifelong friend Dominic, she said no the snarky Diavlos was more her speed, imagine their surprise when Raydan the Lythikosian spy stole her heart. She also has a subscription to a monthly TC&TF box, she may have a subscription box problem.

do they have any hidden talents?

She can speed type without looking at the screen.

do they believe in love at first sight?

No. She was a child when she met Liam and she more grew into love with him. He was apart of her everyday like and soon became more than just a friend to her. She is the type of girl who needs to really know someone first, much to the dismay of her college boyfriends who thought she would put out because she was “fat.”

who is their love interest?

Liam

what are they afraid of?

Heights

what are their guilty pleasures?

America’s Most Eligible. She even joked that she should try to be a contestant, Liam was not amused.

what was their dream job as a kid? is it still their dream?

Anything that took her away from the mob. She didn’t want that life, but now she would rather have that life than not have Liam.

have they ever broken a bone?

Yes, her radius when she fell out of a tree trying to keep up with the boys.

have they ever been in trouble with the law?

She’s the girlfriend of a mobster, what the fuck do you think? If she’s ever been arrested they were always able to find a dirty cop to bribe to have her released. She tells you if you really want to know come ask her to her face, otherwise fuck off.

+ three other random facts about them!

She’s addicted to subscription boxes.

She can tie a cherry stem with her tongue and unwrap a starburst in her mouth without ripping the wrapper.

She once almost broke a guys hand at college for putting his hands on her ass when she walked past.

Liza Moore

how tall are they?

5’6”

how do they tend to dress?

She doesn’t care as much about fashion as Olivia does. Her favorite thing about pregnancy is the fact that Olivia finally stops giving her shit about dressing comfortably. Oversized shirts (until they aren’t) and leggings are a must! She loves the vintage retro look of clothes more than the modern styles. Slouchy boots are a must in fall and winter and summer she lives in flip flops much to Olivia’s dismay.

do they like how they look?

Everything but her hair. It’s not that she hates her hair she just dyed it once when she was seventeen and there was no turning back. After that she HATES her hair being her natural color. Her hair is always dyed a funky color or three and only guys she’s known intimately know what her natural hair color is, and she likes that.

are they an only child or do they have any siblings?

Only child

are they a morning person or night owl?

Night owl. She does not understand how Bastien can be so chipper in the morning. She needs at least 8 hours of sleep to feel human.

are they a cat person or a dog person?

Both! She is the kind of person to adopt every animal she sees and Olivia teases her for it. Olivia was rightfully worried when Liza and Bastien brought home Buttons the Pitt Bull, she will definitely be adopting more precious babies much to Olivia’s horror.

got any favourite foods?

Pickles but that’s a pregnancy thing. She has a very big sweet tooth and loves making brownies. Only problem is even before the bun in the oven she could consume half a tray in a sitting.

how about favourite drinks?

Lemonade the more sour the better!

what are their favourite movies/tv shows?

She loves crime scene dramas.

do they have any hidden talents?

Do skill and ability to knock a full grown adult male of 6 plus feet and around 200 lbs on their ass with very little physical effort count? The girl can throw a guy over her shoulder without breaking a sweat.

do they believe in love at first sight?

She didn’t until Bastien walked into her coffee shop.

who is their love interest?

Bastien Lykel

what are they afraid of?

Losing the people she cares about. Her ‘found’ family, since her parents were both shit who could easily walk away.

what are their guilty pleasures?

Long relaxing baths. And eating peanut butter straight from the jar, don’t tell Bas he says it’s uncivilized.

what was their dream job as a kid? is it still their dream?

She never told her dad because she knew how badly he wanted her to get out but she wanted to be a mobster. It’s what she knew, she couldn’t imagine any other job. She’s been mob girlfriend and now mob wife so she considers her dream fulfilled. She knows the business almost as well as Bastien and Olivia.

have they ever broken a bone?

Nope.

have they ever been in trouble with the law?

She’s the daughter of a mobster, married to another mobster, what do you think?! She knows how to evade them so all illegal activity she’s done has flown under their radar.

+ three other random facts about them!

As pissed as she was at the time she is thankful her father sent her to Philadelphia, she still hates him for trying to control her a second time.

She loves her girls. If anyone ever tried to say Hope and Olivia weren’t hers she’d slug them in the face.

She actually enjoyed practicing skills with Olivia. She had been relieved when sixteen year old Olivia groaned about going to the mall. She had so much fun practicing shooting with her it became their thing.

I can’t keep the bodies out of my video store, prologue 1

Set the scene, envision a long two lane high-way completely engulfed on both sides by trees making a tunnel that’s both beautiful and claustrophobic. It’s overcast with not a sprinkle of rain and not quite cold enough for a jacket with a perfect gentle breeze blowing into our character's truck. A 1978 black and forest green truck with some small dings on the hood and a score of weirdly specific stickers on the back window. The passenger’s side window is open a crack letting us peek into our scene, driving is Saz with her messy blonde dirty blonde mohawk that she can never get to look quite spiky enough especially when she tends to wear baseball caps during camping trips like the one her and her partner are returning from at this moment, a habit she picked up while in the military wearing a cover all the time. She has one long scar across the side of her face, tan skin from being outdoors constantly, with light brown eyes and overall quite the strong jawline the picture of butch lesbianism being both beautiful and handsome at the same time. She has on a black hoodie with some metal band writing on it that matches exactly the metal band CD she has in that is blaring over the wind coming through the truck windows and some pretty beat up washed jeans with a not so matching pair of black socks and birkenstock sandals. She’s gripping Fern’s leg gently and head banging along to the song, with a small smirk and feeling such an intense amount of love for her new fiancee and very pleased with her very elaborate proposal she set up at the summit of the mountain they climbed the day before. She had been dreaming and planning this moment for the last three and half years they had been dating. Their partner who is just as high on the energy of the last few days, can’t wait to pick out the wedding venues with her when they get back to [REDACTED SMALL TOWN]. A huge plus to ending this trip is that they can get started on brainstorming their next big project that their friend August was teasing about when they visited him last week, something about a video store and getting into that hipster retro revision phase that’s really in right now. They have pale skin which really goes with their goth aesthetic, a short black bob with bangs that they constantly find new ways to reinvent, they have dark eyes and sometimes like to play around with creepy red eye contacts to freak their partner out. They have on a much more rugged look since you can’t exactly look glam while hiking through the Pacific Northwest, their wearing a thick black plaid button up open with a black wife beater on underneath and black skinny jeans with a very beat up pair of high top converse with little planets on them that Saz got them as a gift for their first christmas together. They have a much more sinewy tall body compared to Saz and like to use their height to their advantage especially when hiding snacks in the more out of reach cupboards. They have a very intense likeness to the actress who plays Elvira without all the curves but with all of the sass. Fern felt a hand slowly creeping up their thigh getting dangerously close to their crotch, “ hey get your mitts off me and focus on not crashing the truck! We also need to stop at the next gas station for some coffee, ugh after you being so insatiable last night which I love I’m exhausted.” Saz licks her lips and chuckles, “okay babe I’ll lay off and I think the tank needs a refill anyways.” Saz scans the side mirrors and turns off at the exit, she drives a little recklessly sometimes so she really zips around much to Fern’s dislike who gasps and grips the safety handle when she speeds into the next lane. She turns into a small town with only a few buildings which is the perfect place for a pit stop; there's only two other cars at the gas station. Saz pulls up to the first available pump humming and turning off the engine she skips to the other side of the car to open the door for Fern who says, “oh my and they say chivalry is dead!” Saz giggles and does a sweeping motion with her arm and their partner hops out and in one fluid motion closes the door, grabs Saz’s hoodie front and pins her to the truck while planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Saz, a little taken aback, watches Fern walk away then lunges forward to smack their ass, Fern turns around pretending to be offended and winks. Saz can’t help but swoon and open the gas cap and starts filling up the tank while Fern goes inside to use the restroom. She glances over to see some very sweaty guy filling up his shitty honda civic that’s on its last leg and sneers at her rolling his eyes. “Somebody's jealous.” She mumbles under her breath then saunters into the store as he follows behind her with a hunched over trot. She walks into the station glancing at a very exhausted skinny dude behind the counter with a name tag that says Jack, reading a book with a giant sci fi looking tank on the cover and some crutches leaning next to him. That dude seriously needs some sleep Saz thinks to herself while walking around the aisles, completely oblivious to the sweaty looking freak in horn rimmed glasses and an outfit that only a desk jockey would wear on the way to a soul sucking corporate job.. He’s breathing heavily watching her pick out some iced coffees and chicken salad sandwiches, he’s furious that she doesn’t even look at him or even seems to think he exists. He goes up to the counter with a hot cup of coffee and she completely cuts in front of him so quickly he staggers back and spills his whole coffee on himself. She glances at him while setting the sandwiches and coffees on the counter when Jack says, “ yo that’ll be 10 bucks, you wanna bag?” She thinks for a second, “eh I can handle it with these big mitts. Hey man, what are you reading that looks a little funny?” Jack slowly rings her up with a look that peers straight through her into a sleep deprived timezone none of us could comprehend. She looks at him quizzically then he hands her a receipt and proceeds to sit back down. “Uh thanks man, have a nice day I guess?” Tossing a dollar in the tip jar and turning away when Fern walks out just then and starts helping the guy with some napkins from the bathroom he just yells at them and runs off outside, sobbing and shoving Saz out of the way, her swaying slightly like nothing ever happened. Fern yells, “I was just trying to help you fucker!” At this Saz turns around confused, “babe what I’m getting you coffee like you asked what did I do?” They look back at her just as confused, “you didn’t notice that guy with coffee all over himself screaming and yelling like a toddler running out of here after I tried to clean him up?” Saz shrugs and says “didn’t care to notice I guess” with a strange tone of indifference. Fern slaps their arms against their sides and walks outside to see the guy slamming his hands against his steering wheel totally losing it while I can’t stop believin’ blares from his stereo. Saz walks out and hands them their coffee and sandwich then starts walking to the truck as though with not a single care in the world. She yells to Fern, still staring at the scene flabbergasted by both of them, “Aye babe let’s get the show on the road!” They jog back to the truck and hop in while the guy finally gets out of his car looking very unhinged. Saz starts up the truck and speeds out of there looking forward to getting home and getting busy with her almost spouse. Fern rolls the window down still staring at the guys beat red face screaming obscenities at them and throwing whatever trash he has at their truck. He screams at the top of his shrill voice, “I’m gonna fucking find you bitch and this isn’t the end aaahhhh!” He starts kicking his car before grabbing his foot in pain and getting in his car pulling out his phone and seeing the map to the sight he’s heading towards while thinking of all the ways he’s gonna get those bitches back for embarrassing him. Fern feels shocked by how much the man seemed to completely lose his mind over the smallest interaction and then Saz seems to be back to head banging and trying to feel them up while the wind blows through her hair. They feel guilty about not making Saz apologize but also he seemed… small, he already seemed to disappear in the rearview mirror and with each passing mile leaving their mind. They stare at their partner’s handsome face and their chest swells so intensely they can’t help but touch their chest over their heart. They then glance down at their new green moss resin ring that Saz actually made herself. They can’t help but think how perfect it was and how perfect their love story is despite all the odds of them ever meeting at that pumpkin patch three years ago and how doubtful Fern was of ever falling for someone like her darling fiancee, it seemed to make all the pieces fall into place. Being an “unconventional” couple to the rest of society it makes perfect sense how impossible odds would put them together. Fern yells over the sound “ I love you! I still can’t believe you won me over by carrying all of my pumpkins to my car! That’s the dumbest meet-cute I could think of and..” Before they could say anything else Saz quickly turned the car to the side of the road, kissing Fern firmly on the lips. She grabs their face with both of her strong hands and smiles the largest, goofiest smile (that is her signature), “I love you too, the moment I saw you I knew that I would do anything to make you happy and that includes carrying every pumpkin in the world for you.” Fern starts laughing while wrapping their arms around Saz, kissing her all over her face. They push their face into the crook of her neck and squeeze her tightly, mumbling “ I’m so completely and desperately in love with you, you fucking nerd.” Saz slowly grabs Fern's legs and pulls them with a yelp into her lap, never wavering with that huge goofy smile on her face. “Come on baby, let's get lost in each other for a while longer.” Fern groans and kisses her with one hand pushing her neck into the headrest and the other pulling on that mess of a mohawk. Completely lost in each other letting the world disappear for a while before beginning and ending a journey all at once, sealing it with a promise of eternal love to each other.

Post-IW MCU Rewatch: Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Here we go, Winter Soldier. I somehow never watch this one outside of marathons, even though I know it’s amazing.

ON YOUR LEFT

Steve and Nat’s friendship is awesome. I love how invested she is in his love life and how confused he is by that.

“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so no, not really.” I’m still trying to figure out how to define Steve’s sense of humor. It’s like quiet, deadpan understatement? I guess? I love it.

That shield looks pretty dingy, Cap. Could do with a wash.

There’s a really random sting in the score when Nat attacks a dude, and for a second you think it’s going to be a kinda retro spy score, but then it’s just over. Weird.

Steve has by now adjusted quite well to being a part of modern tactical missions, if less so to being a part of modern everyday life.

This French pirate dude really likes his unnecessary acrobatics.

Bonus points to Cap for doing trash talk in French.

One of the best parts about Steve and Nat’s friendship is how seamlessly they work together in battle. Whenever there’s something dangerous (especially explosions) on the way, she hunkers down or grabs onto him and lets him and his shield do the work, and they don’t even have to signal each other.

“Last time I trusted someone, I lost an eye.” Oooooh I wonder if that has anything to do with the Skrulls in Captain Marvel. Can’t wait to find out.

“I thought the punishment usually came after the crime.”“By holding a gun to everyone on earth and calling it protection.”“This isn’t freedom. This is fear.” Cap is not down with your surveillance state or pre-crime nonsense.

I love the awed little kid who spots him. So cute.

*pauses on Bucky’s memorial* “When Bucky Barnes first met Steve Rogers on the playgrounds of Brooklyn, little did he know that he was forging a bond that would take him to the battlefields of Europe and beyond. Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom, Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, depravation, and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America. Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, the Howling Commandos. Barnes’s marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

Wait a second. Up top, the thing says he was born in 1916, but at the bottom, it says he lived from 1917-1944. Wow. Nice continuity there, guy in charge of putting words and numbers on a single pane of glass.

Peggy! “He saved over a thousand men, including the man who would become my husband.” Yes and that man was Daniel Sousa. Oh hey, photos of Peggy with her kids! She had at least one son and one daughter. It’s hard to tell if the girl with her in the first picture is the same one as in the second picture.

The effect to make Hayley look old isn’t nearly as good as the effect to make Chris look skinny. It’s rather off-putting, actually. But oh man her dementia is so heartbreaking. “Well I couldn’t leave my best girl. Not when she owes me a dance.” *sobbing*

“What makes you happy?” “I don’t know.” *more sobbing* Everything that made Steve happy is seventy years gone. Steve is never not sad. No wonder he refuses to compromise for a second when it comes to Bucky.

The attack on Fury’s car is so nerve-wracking and he handles it so well. I wonder if Sam Jackson imagined he was going to get so much cool stuff to do in this role when he agreed to be in the end credits stinger of Iron Man.

The Winter Soldier’s introduction is masterful.

So...Fury pretty much got out of that by using his lightsaber. :D

Hi Sharon! This is some cute flirting.

“My wife kicked me out.” Was it because you insisted on taking your super-suit out for some daring do?

There it is. That Winter Soldier music. *shiver*

I totally bought Fury’s death when I saw this in theaters. Not sad that it turned out to be a ruse (I will never be sad about Marvel pulling character death-related punches), but I do think those bullet wounds were a little too convincing.

“To build a really better world sometimes means having to tear the old one down.” Heh. Except Cap is going to be tearing down your “better” world and standing up for the best parts of the old one.

Elevator fight! I love how observant Steve is. He’s always been that way. Just quietly taking in everything around him and putting it together. He’s brilliant. And then “It kinda feels personal.” Bahaha.

So if Steve falls a couple hundred feet and lands on his shield, it absorbs the impact ‘cause it’s vibranium?

Holy crap he took down a quinjet with just his shield.

I am not a fan of Nat’s straight hair in this one, especially with that center part. But it’s still better than how it looks in Infinity War. Especially the eyebrows.

Undercover engaged hipster couple Steve/Nat is so great. Steve is so bad at it and it’s adorable.

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.” “Yes, they do.”

I love Nat putting her feet on the dash.

There’s no way Nat didn’t know who Peggy Carter was. She asked Steve to gage his reaction.

They are pretty far underground, in a bunker. How did the missile even affect them? Did they make a special chute for the missile to go into in case they needed to blow up the base? Doesn’t look like it.

The design for Zola’s computer face is effectively creepy.

Hydra’s plan is so insidious and horrifying. Screw up the world on purpose until people want to trade their privacy and freedom for security.

That’s a really pathetic amount of milk Pierce poured himself. Like two inches in a really tall glass. Weird.

So...I guess Sam has a straightener. For some reason. Why couldn’t they have just let Nat’s hair stay wavy?

Steve is so sweet with Nat. She’s numbly horrified that she might’ve been working for the bad guys this whole time and he’s all nice and reassuring. Aww.

Senator Stern arranging for a young prostitute with Sitwell is gross.

Nat: *kicks a guy off the roof* *immediately transitions to asking Steve about girls he could be asking out*

Okay how does Sam have access to military equipment like his wing pack when he’s not on active duty?

STEPHEN STRANGE. How is he already on Hydra’s radar? There’s no way Zola’s algorithm accounts for magic, and even if it does, how can it possibly predict that he’d become a master of it several years down the line? It’s not like he was dabbling in it in his surgeon days. That came about as the result of a freak car accident! Pfft. They clearly only threw that reference in there to get people freaking out about a possible future Doctor Strange movie.

Bye Sitwell.

Hehe, as soon as the Winter Soldier shows up, Nat crawls into Steve’s lap ‘cause she knows he’s gonna have to make an insane exit and she will be PREPARED.

Okay I never noticed that Bucky ripped the freaking steering wheel out.

Gah, Steve getting tossed off the bridge and into the bus looks so incredibly painful.

So Bucky has now shot Nat twice. (I still ship it.)

There are some excellent kicks and knife fighting moves in this showdown. And the way the music ramps up is hair-raising.

I hate Runlow so much.

Maria is awesome.

Um, hi, Joe Russo. He plays Fury’s doctor! Dang! No role for Anthony, though.

“I’m with you to the end of the line.”

Yesss. Vintage Cap. And the shield is clean now! Symbolism!

HI DANNY PUDI. (Apparently Alison Brie was going to be Sharon Carter, but she had scheduling conflicts.)

I love this brave curly-haired kid. This is courage. He has no power and he’s so scared he might wet himself, but he will not launch those helicarriers even with a gun to his head.

Shouldn’t have helped SHIELD with that repulsor tech, Tony.

Okay, I guess Steve can tuck and roll to land a fifty foot drop without using the shield.

These helicarriers store their data in a really strange way.

“We’re the only air support Captain Rogers has got!” *all immediately get shot down and blown up by the Winter Soldier* Whoops.

I wonder if we’re gonna find out more about Bogota in Captain Marvel.

STEVE IS A CRAZY PERSON. You do not jump before you know you have your ride!

It’s a good thing Bucky neither knew nor cared what that data blade was.

I’d love to read a fic that’s just Steve and Thor sitting around talking about all the times Bucky and Loki have shot and/or stabbed them.

Sam has the correct reaction to Runlow’s nonsense.

Why is Jeremy Irons on the list of targets? I wish they’d put more Easter eggs in here, like the names of the Netflix Marvel characters and the Agents of Shield characters. It would’ve been an extremely unobtrusive way for the movies to reference the shows, instead of it always being one-sided.

It’s a good thing they were planning on firing after the count of 3, not on the count of 3.

Steve, you really need to work on your attitude towards exit strategies.

HOW did Runlow survive that?!

Steve would rather Bucky kill him than live in a world where Bucky can’t be saved. And that’s what saves Bucky. *wibble*

“On your left.” Bahaha.

Hi Pietro and Wanda!

Winter Soldier is awesome. I love a well-earned, narratively consistent game changer. One thing I definitely did not expect the MCU to do back then was buck the status quo, but they did it in a huge way, and they did it extremely effectively. I was deeply impressed. And it still holds up even looking back now. The way they tackle the issue of surveillance is very effective. Probably the best thing about this movie is that they realized that Steve Rogers was not going to work as a character if he adapted too much to modern times. Instead, they derived much of their conflict from the disconnect between Steve and his surroundings, and they added a deeply emotional connection at the core of it. Steve ultimately succeeds against Hydra and in getting through to Bucky by shedding his modern trappings and affiliations and going back to what he always was, complete with the old outfit and the shiny clean shield. Steve Rogers reminds us of the ideals America is supposed to stand for. Freedom, justice, honor, and truth. He makes us want to be more like that. Take a note, DC; this is the kind of thing you should’ve been doing with Superman. This is how you make a paragon character we can still be deeply invested in even as we look up to him. (They did a pretty good job with Diana, but the real test will be how she adapts in a more modern stand-alone film.)

Another great thing about this is that they kind of dumped all the side characters from Avengers into Steve’s story. As the First Avenger and as a man out of time, this a brilliant way to give him a new supporting cast without it being jarring and forcing us to spend a ton of time getting to know everyone. We already know Fury, Nat, and Maria and like them, so we’re perfectly prepared to watch them being awesome without feeling like it takes something away from Steve. We know the World Security Council. We know SHIELD. And then there’s Peggy, the Smithsonian exhibit, and Bucky that are all from Steve’s time. It’s a very solid foundation onto which we can add Sam, Sharon, Pierce, and Runlow. It just works so well. And Hydra manages to be even more frightening as an evil organization than it was in the first movie, when it was honestly kind of silly. (So many bonus points for how that played out in Agents of SHIELD, too. As far as I’m concerned, that was when the show finally got good, and it has steadily gotten better since.)

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Due to Elective Semantectomy, the Doctor’s full, original name is unknown (in a sense, “time locked”). (Weapons Grade Snake Oil)

The Time Lords have a record of the Doctor’s name, or at least the only comparable English translation of it, “d³Σx².” (Marvel Premiere # 57)

However, it is possible that this is only one of the thirty-eight fragments of his full name (Return of the Living Dad).

At least one fragment of the Doctor’s name means “Foolish Wanderer.” (Shadows of Avalon)

The Doctor was the son of Ulysses and Penelope, the Time Lord explorer and the human time traveler. The couple had formed an alliance with Mr. Saldaamir, the Time Lord Marnal, and possibly other Time Lords such as Lady Zurvana and Lord Savar, the generation of explorers in the generation before the Renegades (The Infinity Doctors, The Book of the War) and were conducting a mysterious experiment in San Fransisco (possibly related to the events of Doctor Who: The TV Movie).

The full relationship of the young Doctor with his parents is unknown. He lived with them in the House of Lungbarrow, where Ulysses occasionally met with Mr. Saldaamir (Unnatural History), and the the Doctor remembered watching the stars with his father (TV Movie, Matrix). Penelope deeply loved her son, often reading him Time Lord fairy tales and ghosts stories, as well as passages from her family bible (The Infinity Doctors, The Gallifrey Chronicles). The family owned a summer home on another planet, where the Doctor could see ships sailing in the ether (The Infinity Doctors).

When Marnal, after committing “Marnal’s Error,” threatened to reveal the Doctor’s existence to the High Council, Ulysses and Penelope altered their son’s biodata, rewriting his history so he was born of Lungbarrow’s loom, to better hide in Gallifreyan society (The Gallifrey Chronicles, The Infinity Doctors, The Book of the Ceasefires). Shortly afterward, Ulysses was imprisoned in Shada, and had his name removed from Gallifreyan registry for “consorting with aliens.” (Unnatural History)

Penelope, hidden in plain sight on Gallifrey, died and rotted under Gallifrey’s grueling suns (Heaven Sent).

In his loomed origin (which, due to the altering, always happened alongside his natural born origin), the Doctor was both one of the “broken generation of renegades” created by retro-shocks of the War (The Book of the War), and the reincarnation of the other, due to biodata weaving (Lungbarrow). In the House of Lungbarrow, the Doctor was unpopular amongst his cousins, save for Innocent (Lungbarrow), with whom he was once caught skinny dipping (Unnatural History). Braxiatel and the Doctor seem to have had a very close familial relationship (Empire of Glass, Dissassembled, et al.)

The Impatient Questions of Patience

Patience, Omega’s widow and the other’s wife, due to biodata weaving, existed in the Doctor’s conflicted and blurred memories. She would later recognize the Fifth Doctor as her husband, while he would not recognize her. The conflicted accounts of earlier Doctors and Patience having thirteen children and falling victim to the Womb/Lomb riots may be the other’s memories forced into the Doctor’s narrative (explaining what the Morbius Doctors are: hypertime echoes, squeezing impossible extra years of the Doctor’s life into new faces. This would also explain why, according to Lance Parkin, there were several Womb/Loom riots.)

All these contradictions serve to just create more questions, but provide a strange story: the Doctor was a Cardinal of the Time Lords. He and his wife, Patience, were married (after she had tutored him as she did his father and his father’s father). They lived in the House of Beyledge, and had thirteen children. Where their family was being culled, the Douglas Camfield Doctor escorted Patience to the Machine (a TARDIS prototype), and she fled Gallifrey.

The Fifth and Seventh Doctor’s would encounter Patience, witness her first regeneration, and then witness her death. Her body vanished from time and space (Cold Fusion).

While the Fifth Doctor seemed confused and unsure of his relationship to Patience, a version of the Eighth Doctor (the version destined to die on Dronid and become the Relic) was convinced of it. He remembered their wedding and the scandal of such a young man marrying an older woman. His father and Mr. Saldaamir were present in this memory. A portrait of Patience hung in his quarters in the Time Lord Citadel beside his mother and father, and he journeys to the Needle and the source of the Effect to prevent her death in Cold Fusion.

It is possible the marriage of the Doctor and Patience and all associated memories was a ploy created by Omega using the Effect to convince the Doctor to remain in the universe of anti-matter so Omega could escape. Within the anti-matter universe, the Doctor realizes the contradictions and impossibility of his love for Patience, and, heartbroken, leaves her to confront Omega (The Infinity Doctors).

This explains Patience’s confusing history. She is originally from the Dark Times, and was Omega’s widow. She and the other married, and had thirteen children before the Womb/Loom riot. She fled Gallifrey in the Machine, and later encountered the Doctor(s).

The Doctor’s experiences (“Morbius Doctors,” Cold Fusion’s account of Susan’s birth) are due to the other’s biodata melding with his. Omega’s use of the Effect to manipulate the Doctor into staying in the Anti-matter universe explains why Patience exists in the Doctor’s life as his father’s previous tutor.

When the Anti-Matter universe collapses, Patience is lost, and her impact in the Doctor’s life after that point is unknown.

If you're still doing prompts - what about a fic featuring Mike's dad?

//This sounds to me like it’s Teavee time for a Very Teavee Thanksgiving. Starring ALL of the Teavees. All of them.//

The little brat has kicked him under the table. Mike is both sure it was intentional and surprised that It could reach.

This is going to be the worst Thanksgiving ever.

It’s been a while since Thanksgiving was more than just him and Ethel and (best case scenario) KFC, or (worst case scenario) something turkey adjacent Ethel has tried and failed to cook. Mike’s behavioral problems have made him and his mother unwelcome at most family gatherings, and as far as Mike Teavee is concerned, that’s just fine.

He doesn’t know whose dumb idea this was, and he doesn’t care. He just wants this nightmare to be over with.

He kicks back.

“Ouch!” Norman Teavee yelps, bending down to clutch his shin.

Ethel Teavee turns sharply toward her son.

“Michael, did you just kick your father?” She asks.

“No,” Mike says, sullenly. Because Norman Teavee is not his father. Not anymore.

“No,” the nine-year old boy sitting across from Mike insists, crossly. Because his name is also Michael. Michael Teavee. And the fact that Norman Teavee thought that was a good idea says everything about the man Mike feels he needs to know. He is not interested in one single factoid more about his supposed father.

He already knows everything there is to know about his half-brother too. He remembers being nine clearly.

Neither he, nor…It (as Mike mentally refers to his half-brother, out of a lack of desire to surrender his own name) look like Norman. But they do look like brothers. The other boy’s skin isn’t quite as pale, and his hair is shorter and slightly less gravity defying, but it’s dark and spiky like Mike’s is. The other boy is short and skinny, like Mike is too. He could, in fact (in Mike’s opinion), stand to be shorter (or at least: a lot shorter than Mike, which he isn’t). He could also not exist at all. That would be best.

His dark brows slant down over his eyes, and he has a constant nasty expression that is admittedly familiar. He is stepping on Mike’s style hard, in baggy black pants, Chuck Taylors, and a red t-shirt with a flaming skull on it. He has yet to adopt finger-less gloves and snapbacks as a fashion statement. Mike gives that about a year.

Norman Teavee is tall-ish, with mousy brown hair, no personal style to speak of, and utterly forgettable facial features. His yelp at having been kicked is the most he has reacted to anything so far. He had not reacted when his wife had dropped a glass at the sight of Mike. He had not reacted when his son (his actual, current, nine year old son) had kicked the coffee table over (a total amateur’s move). He had not even blinked at Mike and the height which (at thirteen) he should but does not have. Mike had not looked up from his phone, but he had been watching the man carefully out of the corner of his eye.

“She wasn’t talking to you, doofus!” Mike spits at his miniature semi-doppelganger. The other boy’s tone is particularly enraging. Nobody talks to Ethel like that but Mike.

“She said my name, stupid!” It spits back.

“What if we all played a game!” Doris Teavee suggests, too loudly and too cheerfully.

Doris Teavee is Norman’s wife; Ethel’s replacement. She is a younger model, with dark hair (although Ethel’s natural hair color is also dark, closer to Mike’s than she will probably ever admit). Her fit-and-flare floral dress is less eye-searing than Ethel general prefers, but she’s certainly just as retro. Ethel is either not bothered by her, or has self-medicated herself into a coma. Doris seems even closer to snapping than Ethel, her smile tight and wild-eyed. She seems to be vibrating at all times. Mike wants to offer her a Klonopin, but that would require acknowledging her existence.

They all turn and look at her (except for Norman) like she has lost it completely. They have all just sat down to eat. You don’t play games while you’re eating.

(…well, both of the Mikes have been known to, but not the sort of games Doris means.)

“I just…I just thought,” Doris says, before trailing off into her drink.

“You never think anything, you’re totally useless!” It tells his mother, intentionally knocking his glass over into her lap. Doris leaps to her feet and tries in vain to brush the cranberry juice off the skirt of her dress. Something in Mike’s ears burns.

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU LITTLE JERK, THAT’S YOUR MOM!” He hollers, standing and slamming his palms on the table. Water (and other) glasses rattle.

Nine year old Mike Teavee pushes himself back from the table despite himself. His chair rocks, then tips, then sends him falling backwards, finally hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Everyone is very quiet, and very still.

The younger boy begins to wail. Doris and Ethel rush to his side. From where he is standing, Mike can see the boy’s arm is twisted at an unnatural angle. Definitely broken. The two women fawn over the boy. He bats Doris away.

“…what?” Norman Teavee says.

No one notices as Mike slips away, into the kitchen.

The Teavee’s kitchen in Colorado is achingly similar to the Teavee’s kitchen in Idaho. Mike feels like he could say what cabinet which dishes are in, and what is in the fridge without opening anything. He grips the cool stainless steel edge of the sink. He can still hear the other boy crying, but it is quieter, and then it gets further away, and then a door opens and closes, and then it stops.

He can hear footsteps even though this house is as wall-to-wall carpeted as his own. But it is not Ethel who collects him.

Norman Teavee clears his throat.

“There you are.”

Here Mike is. He turns away from the sink to face his father.

“Your, uh, mother. Went in the cab. To the hospital with them. But you and I would probably just be in the way,” Norman says, not quite looking Mike in the eye.

In the way. Yeah. That sounds accurate. Mike glares at the man.

“I didn’t do it,” he mutters.

“…what?” Norman says, sounding completely baffled.

“I didn’t push him or anything!” Mike insists. Because he’s no stranger to being punished, but he does what he gets punished for. He’s not going down for a faulty chair or a nine year old’s lack of spatial awareness.

“…oh,” Norman says.“…no. It was…no.”

He stands there, looking awkward. After a moment he moves to sit at the kitchen table, but he looks no less awkward. He also does not indicate in any way that he wants Mike to join him, even though that’s what it feels like he should do, so Mike just stands and stares at him some more.

“I thought,” Norman suddenly chuckles,“when your mother said you were thirteen now, that you would be…taller.”

Mike stiffens. His fists clench.

“I was,” he mutters, darkly, through clenched teeth.

“…what?” Norman says.

“Nevermind,” Mike tells him, sullenly. He stomps over to the table and sits in the chair farthest from his father, even though the man has not deigned to invite him. He folds his arms and stares at the table top. Somewhere, in Ethel’s purse, is his phone.

“I…uh…I suppose…we’ve never talked,” Norman says.

Mike raises his gaze slowly and wonders whose fault that is supposed to be. This is the most he has ever heard the man say, and it’s still very little, and even that small amount has brought him to conclude: Norman Teavee is terrible at talking. The man probably could not communicate with another human if his life depended on it.

“I don’t like talking,” Mike says.

That’s not really true: Mike likes talking. Other people don’t like when Mike talks.

Nevertheless, silence hangs between them. A clock ticks, somewhere.

“It was her father’s name,” Norman suddenly blurts.

“…huh?” Mike says.

“Doris,” Norman continues.“It was her father’s name, and she wanted… I don’t know where your mother got it from. I always liked the name‘Henry’.”

Mike sits back hard in his chair. But not enough to fall over backwards and break anything.

“Do I look like a Henry to you?” He asks.

Norman looks him over thoughtfully. Looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully. Seems to be trying to picture what a Henry looks like.

“I…guess not,” the man decides.

Mike shoves his hands into the pockets of his black hoodie.

“Your mother and I,” Norman begins.

“No,” Mike says.

“We…two people, you know?” the man continues.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Mike says.

“They grow apart,” Norman braves on.

“I don’t wanna hear it!” Mike insists.

“But we did, then, we loved each other very much.”

“Dad, gross!” Mike exclaims. Then stiffens. He hadn’t meant to. It had just: slipped out of his dumb traitorous mouth.

Norman notices. Norman says nothing. Then Norman says:

“You can. If you want.”

“I don’t want,” Mike practically growls.“You’re not my dad!”

Norman doesn’t argue.

“I guess I haven’t been,” he agrees.“…I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You shoulda kept doing it,” Mike snaps.“You shouldn’ta dragged us here.”

“…what?” Norman says. And Mike understands why nine year old Mike kicks over coffee tables.

“…your mother called me,” Norman says.“It was…she thought you…that it would…help.”

Mike sits, stunned. This is how he looks: blank-faced and slack-jawed. This is how he feels: like someone has injected molten lava into the base of his spine, and it is flowing upward through his veins toward his head where it will explode. She has betrayed him.

Also:

“You didn’t even wanna see…us.”

Mike’s voice is flat. He almost says‘me’, but that would be giving too much away.

“It’s…complicated,” Norman explains, lamely.

It’s not that complicated. Mike stares across a table that seems to be growing wider by the minute, at his father. There have always been a million things he wanted to ask; to say to the man.

‘What did I do, that was so bad it broke you and mom up?’

‘When did you know you didn’t want me?’

‘Why wasn’t I good enough?’

Norman Teavee, he knows now, would not have an answer to any of his questions.

“Figure it out,” Mike says, instead.“Figure it all out. You’re messing up your kid, you know?”

He leaves his father alone in the kitchen. When his mother returns, she finds him sitting by himself in the living room, in front of the television set. It isn’t turned on. She sinks slowly onto the couch next to him.

“He’ll be…fine,” she says.

She means that It just has to wear a cast for a while; doesn’t need surgery or anything.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she admits.

“Can we just go,” Mike says. It’s not a question.

“That might be a good idea,” his mother agrees.

“No one blames you,” she adds, quickly.

He gives her a look.

“Duh,” he says.“It was never my fault.”

One days he’ll believe that completely. He’s closer now, at least, than he was yesterday.

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So, I came up with an idea for an augmented reality show called “New England Monsters” where two guys go into the woods, looking for the sasquatch. They never find him, but they always run into other supernatural or otherworldly things.

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New England Monster's: The SlendermanPages: 4

Drew, a photographer from Worcester Massachusetts, clicked off a picture with his DSLR. The model looked like an updated, heavily tattooed, goth version of a 1940's house wife, and her current surroundings were a retro bathroom. The fact that the only prop was a bathtub with a free hanging curtain was purposely ignored.

Before the model could change her pose, he twisted his camera view 90 degrees and clicked off several more.

She changed positions slightly, and Drew clicked off a couple more, but then stopped and quickly looked around.

“Ben.” He called over to his overly large assistant, currently holding a reflector screen. “Bring me that ladder.”

Ben walked over to where a 6' step ladder leaned against a wall, he easily lifted it with one hand, and set it up right in front of Drew.

“Thank you.” Drew said, climbing up.

Ben quickly took up his previous position, holding the reflector screen.

The model was holding a pose where she was leaning her shoulders back just a bit, but didn't stay like that after she heard the shutter on the camera.

She turned around and sat on the edge of the tub, and Drew clicked off a few pictures. The camera continued clicking as she extended her legs out, and then leaned back.

She grabbed onto the edge of the tub, leaned back as far as she could go, and held it for a few camera clicks before leaning her head back.

Suddenly, without warning, she screamed, jumped up, and ran over to a suddenly confused Drew.

“Get it away from me.” She pleaded, trying to hide behind him.

“What's wrong?” Drew lowering his camera, and half turning in her direction.

Ben lowered the reflective screen and looked around.

“That.” She said, pointing towards the back of the studio. Ben looked around but didn't see anything from his vantage point.

“Oh, o.k.” Drew said, putting a consoling hand on the model's shoulder. “Wait right here, I'll get rid of it.”

Drew walked over to a confused Ben.

“What's the problem?” Ben asked. “Did she forget someone was behind her?”

“No.” Drew said quietly. “It's the slenderman prop. I guess it's freaking her out. Take it down, and hide it.”

“All right.” Ben said. He leaned the reflector against the tub and walked behind a faux bathroom wall in the direction of the tall, skinny prop of the slenderman.

“It'll be gone in a minute.” Drew said, walking back over to the model. “I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd be able to see it, or I would have hid it better.”

“Yeah, sorry.” She said, still a little on edge. “I just get creeped out by the slenderman. I don't mean to be a bother.”

“Oh, it's no bother.” Drew said. “I should have hid it better. It does look rather creepy just sitting there in the dark, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, just a little.”

“All right, well, it'll be gone in a minute.” Drew said. “Before you go back over there, do you want me to have Ben run a bubble bath?”

“Um, well,” She began. “Does he have to be here?”

“Well, he's my assistant.” Drew said.

“Can you have him run a bath and then send him out of coffee, or something?” She asked.

“We don't have to do the bubble bath.” Drew said.

“All right, it's away.” Ben said, reappearing from behind the faux wall. He picked up the reflector and took up his previous position.

Reluctantly the model headed back over to the bath tub, looking around as she went. She looked over the wall, and then at the tub, and finally over to where Ben stood. Ben gave her a reassuring half smile and raised the reflector over his head.

She tried to get back into her most recent pose, but it was apparent that something was still bothering her.

“I'm sorry, but that just freaked me out a bit too much.” She said. “I can't relax. Can we reschedule?”

“You know what.” Drew said, lowering his camera. “I think we have enough for today anyway.”

“Are you sure?” She asked.

Ben put the reflector down and handed her a white terrycloth robe.

“Are we still on for the forest shoot next week?” Drew asked.

“Yeah, that's going to be fun.” She said, putting the robe on and turning in such a way as to be facing Drew, with her back to Ben.

“All right, awesome.” Drew says. “You can get changed. Do you need a ride? I can have Ben drive you home.

“Oh.” She said, her smile evaporating instantly. “No, that's o.k. I'm meeting some friends.”

Her smile returned as she hugged Drew and then disappeared into the dressing room.

“All right, let's get ready for the wedding shoot this weekend.” Drew said to Ben.

The following week Drew and Ben were setting up near an ancient graveyard.

“We're going to need a reflector screen there.” Drew points to a spot on the grass.

“Is that where you want me to stand?” Ben asked.

“No, put up the free standing screen there, I'm going to need you on the other side.”

“All right.” Ben said quickly, and headed over to his jeep to pull out a collapsible free standing reflective screen.

“Grab a flash with the umbrella, too.” Drew said, then looked at the sun and his watch. “If she's much later, you'll need to grab two.

Ben smirked and grabbed the equipment.

As he was setting it up, a car pulled up next to the jeep and the model jumped out, looking a little bit harried.

“I'm so sorry, Drew.” She said. “My boss wouldn't let me go, and then I got stuck in traffic...”

“It's o.k. Don't worry about it.” Drew said, waving it off. “Let's just get you ready.”

“I'm mostly ready already.” She said, I just need a mirror for touch ups, and a place to change.”

“Ben set up a tent right there, and there's a mirror inside it.”

“You left that prop back at your studio, right?” She asked.

“Yes. Absolutely. You won't be dealing with the slenderman today.” Drew said.

“Thank you.” She said, and then added slightly quieter, and with a scowl. “Now we just need to deal with the UN-slender man.”

“I'm sorry, what?” Drew said.

“Oh nothing.” She said. “You said your assistant put this up? Are you sure, it's not going to fall over while I'm in the middle of changing?”

“Ben knows what he's doing.” Drew said.

“All right.” She said, unconvinced. Still, she stepped into the tent and looked at the small table with the mirror on it, and then to the chair and the small stand holding her outfits.

Glancing around, she grabbed the door flap and yanked on the zipper in several directions before zipping it closed. When the tent didn't fall over on her, she turned her attention to the mirror and clothing stand.

“All right, where did you hide that camera, you fat fuck.” She said to herself, skowering the area for a hidden camera of some kind.

“Are you almost ready?” Drew called out, breaking her out of her trance-like ferver.

“Yup, one more minute.” She said, and quickly changed into the first outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror, but then looked closer at the mirror itself. She reached out a finger and touched the mirror, only to find that there was nothing special or hidden about it. She sighed and exited the tent.

“All right.” Drew said. “Damn, I'm glad you agreed to this photoshoot, you are gorgeous.”

“Oh stop, you're too kind.” She said, and blew a kiss at him as she walked by.

“All right, go stand there next to Ben, he'll show you where the main focus is going to be.”

“He's going to ruin the pictures.” She said.

“No he won't.” Drew said. “He's not even going to be in them. He's just there to hold the reflector and maybe offer some suggestions on poses.”

“I do not need some lard-ass coaching me on how to be a model.” The model said.

“Please, don't be insulted.” Drew said. “He's been helping me out with photography for years, he's-”

“If he wants to be taken seriously, then he should quit the cheese cake breakfasts. You know? Stop going to the buffet, start going to he gym once in a while. Lose a couple of hundred pounds, then maybe...But until then, I'm not going near that creepy fat fuck.”

“Perhaps we started out on the wrong foot-” Drew began, but was cut off by the model.

“Losing Fatty von Fatterson over there, and hiring someone competent would be a good start.”

“You are not the one doing me a favor by posing.” Drew said, beginning to lose his temper. “Let's get that straight right here and now.”

“I just better not find out that El-creepo is perving out to photos of me.” She said. “That's all.”

“We're losing the light.” Drew said, and gestured towards the grave stones.

She sighed and walked over to where Drew directed, and the photo shoot began. Not long after, however, Drew clicked off a picture and looked at the digital display on the back.

He paused and looked a little closer. After a minute, he clicked off another picture and looked at it.

“Hey Ben.” He called.

“Yeah.”

“Come here for a minute.” He said casually, still looking at the digital screen on the camera.

When Ben stepped close enough, Drew looked up at him and whispered.

“Why did you bring the slenderman prop? You know it freaks her out.”

“I didn't.” Ben whispered back. “It's still back in the studio.”

“Then what's this?” Drew asked, showing Ben the screen.

In the background, above the model, just stepping out of the woods, was a tall figure. A half second after Ben recognized what it was, the model let out a blood curdling scream.

Both of the guys whipped their heads over to see the slenderman, the nine foot tall man with a featureless face, and several tentacles extending out of his neck. He was holding the struggling model on one hand and three tentacles.

“Holy shit!” Drew shouted, and Ben just bolted towards the creature and the screaming model.

Ben ran up to the slenderman, gun drawn, but he couldn't find a clean shot so he jumped at the slenderman, tackling it by the legs. All three of them fell down in a heap of arms legs and tentacles.

“Let go of her!” Ben shouted, and pinned a tentacle between the barrel of his gun and the ground before pulling the trigger.

An ear splitting shreak sounded from nowhere, and the one tentacle went limp below the gunshot wound.

“Shoot him in the eye! Shoot him in the eye!” Drew ran up to them shouting.

“He doesn't have eyes!” Ben shouted back, over the shrieks of the model.

At that moment, another tentacle smacked the gun out of Ben's hand, and a long leg kicked Ben back out of the way while another tentacle knocked Drew back as well.

When they were out of the way, a swirling vortex opened, and the slenderman stepped through, dragging the still screaming model with him.

“Help me!” The model screamed, while fighting to get loose. “Don't let him take me!”

“Oh no you don't.” Ben said, running over to his Jeep. He pulled a climbing rope out and tossed one end of it to Drew.

“Give me 15 seconds and then pull us back out.” Ben shouted as he ran through the swirling vortex himself.

“Me...pull YOU?” Drew shouted after him, but he was already through the vortex. Quickly Drew looked around and saw Ben's Jeep. He ran up to the Jeep and tied the end of the rope to the bumper.

Satisfied that the knot would hold, Drew jumped in the driver's seat and fired up the engine.

“Sorry about your clutch, buddy.” Drew said, and the tires spun, throwing dirt everywhere.

Even with the Jeep's tired digging in, and pulling with all it's power, it still was slowly moving. The rope was being pulled back through the vortex with agonizing slowness, but Drew took comfort in the fact that it was in fact moving at all.

It took almost a full minute before the model was pulled back through, the other end of the rope was tied around her waist. Unfortunately, two of the slenderman's uninjured tentacles were still wrapped around her.

The slenderman's other tentacle and both arms were wrapped around and fighting Ben. As soon as he cleared the vortex, Drew pulled the emergency break on, put the gearshift in neutral and jumped out. He ran up to where Ben and the slenderman were fighting, and looked to see what he could do.

“Gimme the sword!” Ben shouted, still fighting off the one good tentacle, and two arms.

Drew turned around and ran over to where all the props were laying.

“Katana, or broadsword?” Drew asked.

“Um...Katana!” Ben had to dodge a swipe from a tentacle before he could answer.

Drew grabbed the katana and ran back to the fray.

“Catch!” Drew said and threw it towards them.

Ben kicked out the slenderman's knee, and spun around, grabbing the handle of the katana in mid air. He continued the circle, and aimed high, for the slenderman's neck.

The katana was as sharp as a razorblade, and sliced cleanly through slenderman's neck, fully separating his head from the rest of his body.

Suddenly the tall form of the slenderman's body went limp, and fell over. The model finally pulled free of the tentacles, picked herself up and ran over to wrap her arms around Drew.

Ben, breathing heavily, stood in a ready stance waiting for the slenderman to move again.

“I think it's dead.” Drew said after a minute.

“It's dead.” Ben said, walking over to the body.

“How can you be sure?” The model asked Drew.

“It's rather difficult to continue living without a head.” Ben said, stabbing the katana through the head of the slenderman. “Now to make sure these two never meet again.”

“What are you going to do.” Drew asked.

Ben didn't answer right away, instead he grabbed the body of the slenderman and dragged it to the still swirling vortex. It took a minute, but Ben managed to throw the slenderman's body through the vortex just as it closed.

“Thank you, Drew.” The model said. “That thing had me and there was nothing I could have done.”

“Thank Ben.” Drew said. “I only drove the Jeep.”

She looked over to where Ben was busy digging a hole with a shovel from his Jeep, to bury the slenderman's head.

“I think I'm done modeling.” She said with a sigh.

“The slenderman's dead now.” Drew said. “He won't bother you again.”

“I know, I just...” She said and shook her head. “It's just too much. I need a break.”

“That's understandable.” Drew said. “When you're ready for another photo shoot, we'll be here.”

“Thanks.”

24 Years in the Making

There is some sage old advice that warns against trying to hurry great art, reasoning that it takes whatever time it takes. That notion certainly applies to building custom cars. While they may be functional, they are rarely depended upon for daily transportation so the plan to build a dream vehicle often gets sidetracked by other more demanding priorities. Donald Keyes from Deltona, Florida certainly understands the concept, watching the recreation of his 1966 Mustang hardtop slowly take shape over a period of almost two and half decades! His automotive odyssey began when the car first became a member of the family back in 1991.

Donald and his wife Alicia were riding bikes through the neighborhood and spotted a plain Jane Mustang, equipped with a six-cylinder motor and three-speed manual. It was in poor shape with lots of sheetmetal issues and a ragged interior but there was potential hiding in the rubble. When the original $1,500 asking price was bargained down to $1,250, the car came home. Since Donald had limited body and mechanical experience—he describes himself as “more of a helper”—his wife’s cousin, Jon Olsen in Sarasota, Florida was tasked with the first phase of bringing the car back to life. Olsen owned his own shop and had built many cars in the past and was the right man for the job. The task was comprehensive however, since the Mustang needed new floors, a driver’s side quarter panel, a new lower fire wall, and cowl. Olsen agreed to work on the car on a part-time basis as Donald could afford it but with a three-year-old in the family, disposable income was scarce and work moved at a snail’s pace.

The situation changed somewhat when Donald’s nephew, Scott DeLuca, a paint and body man, moved to Florida and offered to take up the second phase of the challenge. Working together, the pair continued the rebuild, replacing all the panels in the trunk, the lower quarter panel on the passenger side and the outer skins on both doors. New front fenders completed the exterior. With all the sheet metal on the Mustang was finally solid once again and the vintage Pony happily entered phase three with painter, Dave Goerner tackling the cosmetic portions of the build. He smoothed all the panels, aligned the gaps, welded several seams for a cleaner look, installed the aggressive-looking cowl induction hood, and made the car ready for paint. The Red Fire Metallic paint job with its distinctive Mercedes Silver stripes and black rear panel transformed the original sad Turquoise Mustang into an absolute show stopper.

Resplendent in its new color, the Mustang returned home for some assembly. Through an arrangement with Orlando Mustang, Peter Geisler agreed to help Donald complete the car, beginning phase four by working evenings and Saturdays. Upgrades had to be done carefully so as not to scratch the beautiful paint, which in turn led to rethinking the original idea of making the Mustang a drag car. Donald smiles when he says, “After all the work that went into this car, there was no way it was ever going to see a drag strip!” Working together, they installed the motor, transmission, suspension, and rear, detailing the underside in the process.

Since the car started life as a six-cylinder, everything was switched over to an eight-cylinder front suspension, using Laurel Mountain Mustang coil springs to bring it down an inch along with Total Control Products Mid-Eye springs in the rear that also dropped it an inch. The new leaves hold an 8-inch rear (3.55 gears) that’s augmented with Lakewood traction bars to minimize wheel hop whenever Donald floors the long skinny pedal. Grenada disc brakes went in up front for modern stopping power and Ford drums were retained in the rear. Subframe connectors minimized body flex and KYB Excel shocks stabilized all four corners. Although the stock steering box was retained, Shelby pitman and idler arms gave the car autocross-level responsiveness. The chassis became a roller (and a looker!) thanks to 17-inch Foose Knuckle rims and 45-series Continental Extreme Contact rubber.

The new engine is a 302ci V-8 from a 1986 GT, equipped with a set of GT-40 aluminum X heads, a Holley Contender intake, and 600-cfm carb, Daytona Sensors electronic ignition, and Hedman long-tube, ceramic-coated headers that feed a Pypes X-pipe and a pair of Flowmaster 40-series mufflers. Details include a Champion aluminum three-core radiator to provide plenty of cool, a 130-amp alternator to create plenty of juice, and wrinkle-finish Powered by Ford valve covers to capture show points from the judges. The detailed V-8 is showcased in a satin black engine compartment. Donald chose a 1964 Ford four-speed, Top Loader trans, beefed up with a Ford Racing clutch disc and pressure plate.

With so many details completed and the prospects of car shows finally looming on the horizon, Donald knew the interior was the last step in the decades-long process. The high back ProCar Rally Series buckets were chosen as much for looks as comfort, providing lateral support to driver and passenger. The back seats are original, upholstered to match. Providing a functional separation between the buckets, the center console is from CJ Pony Parts, acting as an armrest, cup holder, and natural location for the Hurst shifter. White-face, AutoMeter Phantom gauges on the dash were added to monitor underhood activity. Donald enjoys a hands-on connection with his rejuvenated Mustang, thanks to the GT Performance retro Cobra steering wheel that spins on an adjustable Flaming River tilt column. Cranking out 1960s tunes during road trips, the RetroSound stereo head unit controls a pair of trunk-mounted JL Audio amps. The JX360/4 four-channel amplifier controls the front stage composed of a pair of 6.5-inch coaxials mounted in the kick panels and two 5×7 component sets in the rear package tray. The JX250/1 sub amp powers the 10-inch Dual sub in a trunk-mounted, ported enclosure.

We photographed the car just a short four months after it was finally complete, a journey that took 24 years to accomplish. Now that it’s actually rolling under its own power, Donald and Alicia plan to enjoy it at every opportunity. Hopefully, the trunk will be large enough to hold the collection of trophies sure to be in this rejuvenated Pony’s future. Great rides don’t occur in a vacuum. Donald would like to thank the talented team involved in creating his dream machine beginning with his wife Alicia, his brother Jim, and his parents, along with Jon Olsen, Scott DeLuca, Dave Goerner, Terry Alvarez, Peter Geisler, and the staff at Orlando Mustang.

The classic lines of the ’66 were what attracted Keyes to the car in the first place so only minimal changes were made. The aggressive-looking, cowl induction hood and elegant Red Fire Metallic paint job with its distinctive Mercedes Silver stripes ensure that the car will never travel anywhere unnoticed.

Poised and ready to take on the legendary Daytona International Speedway, the Mustang rolls on all new suspension with Granada disk brakes, quicker steering, and 17-inch Foose wheels that fill the wheel wells.

The 17-inch Foose Knuckle rims and 45-series Continental Extreme Contact rubber look good and stick like Velcro, giving the vintage ride autocross-level handling.

Plush black leather buckets from ProCar by Scat look good and feel even better, separated by a matching custom console. The AutoMeter 5-gauge cluster is augmented by an oversize SunPro tach keeping close tabs on the modified V-8 under the hood. The retro wheel and the Hurst shifter feel good in your hands.

Clean and sanitary, the trunk became the perfect location for the stereo components with a pair of JL Audio amps and the 10-inch Dual sub in a trunk-mounted, ported enclosure.

The sanitary 302 V-8 uses a Holley Contender intake and 600cfm Holley carb to send the fuel/air mix to the GT-40 Aluminum-X “Turbo Swirl” heads. The throaty performance rumble comes from the combination of Hedman long-tube, ceramic-coated headers, Pypes X-pipe, and a pair of Flowmaster 40-series mufflers. The engine feeds a four-speed, top loader trans.

Photography by Joe Greeves

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Skinny Kitchen Islington is launching on the 17th November for an evening of delicious healthy food, cocktails, and music.

(RestaurantNews.com) The Skinny Kitchen was founded by husband and wife team Lois and Joel Belchem in 2014, inspired by their love of fitness, clean healthy food and of course Ibiza. Fuelled by passion and the desire to bring something totally unique to the food industry, they immediately set about opening Ibiza’s first healthy food hangout but it didn’t stop there. With amazing feedback from visitors across the world to their Ibiza sites, expansion plans were put in motion with four locations across Ibiza and the UK. Over the years, they have welcomed celebrities as such as Nicole Scherzinger, Neyo, Ella Eyre, Example and Rudimental.

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Inspired by her healthy lifestyle and travels to Bali and Ibiza, Lois created the menu with top selling dishes including sweet potato hash, açai bowls, buckwheat noodles, chicken satay burger, coconut cod curry and protein pancakes with meat and produce found from local suppliers as well as reputable national suppliers such as PhD Nutrition and Whole Foods.

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Skinny Kitchen offers breakfast, lunch and dinner and coffee and cocktails in a very cool and relaxing tropical venue with teal and pink seats and retro lighting making it a great place to come for some food and a few cocktails after work. The food is also available on Deliveroo for a guilt free take away if you don’t feel like venturing out.

Lois and Joel chose Islington due to the great mix of trendy independent restaurants and cafes and its busy high street and offices. The Skinny Kitchen focus remains on that initial concept; creative, clean and healthy food with lots of variety, to suit many diets. A healthy hangout serving clean, fresh food all day long. Whatever your diet, goals or macros there’s something for you. Everyday food with a clean, healthy twist

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“Breaking Conspiracy Code in 8-Bit Worlds”Laura Bow - Colonel’s Bequest

I didn’t care when I was a kid in the 90’s but as I got older I noticed that nobody else has really used the word ‘bequest’ in a game title other than Sierra.

Anything over twenty years is considered retro. The word 'bequest’, I would imagine involves a bequeathing of some kind.

The game is set on an island in the bayou surrounded by crocodiles and in a large historical plantation house just outside New Orleans. It is owned and run by a wheelchair bound , and very old millionaire named Colonel Henri Dijon. He has a butler named Jeeves who says nothing, a dirty doctor named Wilbur C. Feels who looks a cross between an ancient elf/Colonel Sanders, and his lawyer named Clarence who’s actually there to double cross everyone. Amongst them are Gertie; a widowed sister in law to the Colonel just as ancient, and her two adult children Rudi and Gloria. The epitomes of two snobby actors from Hollywood in the early 1900’s. We can’t forget about a beautiful blonde French maid named Fifi, who seems to be the only source of compassion for the Colonels old black heart.

So there are 11 characters in the game including an old bloodhound pup named Beauregard. You play a young red haired woman in a blue dress named Laura. 7 characters are family, 4 are employees and you are the only guest. You arrive with your friend, a flapper girl named Lillian who looks like Cleopatra. They’re accompanied by Lil’s consistently drunk mother Ethel - sister to Gertie.

He also employs a cook named Celie, an old black woman that everyone on the property knows practises voodoo, and who’s parents grew up on the property as slaves. Later in the game you find her healing necklace made of amethyst/Quartz after the dog stole and hid it in his house.

You have access to explore the mansion and the island property itself, most of which is dilapidated or peters out to swamp on each edge as if the island is sinking. When you try to ask any of the characters about the property’s history, you get next to no information about it.

It’s a murder mystery that involves a lot of walking, typing commands and finding this to get to that. They designed it in stage play format so each room looks like a set. A grandfather clock tolls at different times throughout the duration and after each toll, a new Act starts, which at certain times will also mark a characters incidence/disappearance in the mansion. It’s all at night with a storm in the distance so everything is creepy.

Nobody really likes each other, they all seem to have a vague plan behind each other’s gossip. The only innocent and well liked characters in the game are Celie and the dog. It is the Colonels last family gathering on his estate before he dies. Aside from collecting items to solve puzzles, there are four secret passages that exist behind the walls of the rooms on both floors. On each wall there’s a portrait and all of their eyes are cut out so you can spy on people to gather information.

Despite the PC beep, graphics and sometimes snarky responses to the commands you enter - the storyline is interesting. Aside from the ongoing mystery, the game hides several clues about the Colonels history in the Spanish-American War that are found in the scenery, but never described. It’s like an added silent puzzle you can try and piece out on your own but you have to play it a few times to figure it out.

There are combinations of many interactive items you pick up to use, along with descriptive explanations of items you find but can’t pick up in the game. For example the Colonel has two armoires in his study. In one there is a rifle collection you can’t touch. In the second you see but can’t take: an Australian boomerang, a steel cutlass, a pearl handled dagger, a mace, and an antique crossbow.

In the same study, a giant Rhino head sits above the mantle with two African spears crossed beneath it. Next to the glass doors on leading outside, on the walls is another antique crossbow and a tomahawk.

In the library after the doctor mysteriously disappears, all that is left is a fireplace poker, a handful of pink feathers from Gloria’s boa and a magazine titled “Racehorse Quarterly” - a thoroughbred named 'Sunny Boy’ circled in red. He placed a $100,000 bet, the money wasn’t his to play. Damn horse broke its leg.

In the Colonels bedroom, on the mantle is a miniature cannon 'rendered in pewter and wood.’ Modelled after the ones he must have used during his time in the Spanish-American War. You can’t do anything with the cannon, but inside you do find a tarnished brass key. Haven’t found the thing it opens yet.

In front of the bathroom are two pedestals - one with a narrow vase that’s empty and another holding a pretty black porcelain cat, wearing a gold collar and emerald eyes. I believe you collect one of the eyes later in the game but I’m not sure. Otherwise can’t touch them.

Property Locations:Aside from the mansion itself, the property also holds the following -A Bell Tower2 GardensA 6 sided Elegant Stone Chapel with French doors, two religious icons and a lost bibleA rotted Childrens Playhouse with an old swingA Cemetary A Gazebo Celies Cottage with a chicken coop A barn with a very old and skinny horse named BlazerA Carriage house Lots of black and red eyed mean-looking Crocodiles

When you exit the back of the mansion, you enter the veranda and path that leads you in three directions. There’s a statue of a little satyr playing the pipe, mounted on the tiled design of a compass on the ground. The paths lead straight East, West or North. Ahead takes you through rose arbours and into a heart shaped garden, the path fanning out into a Y bordering old plantation landscape. There are two marble urns that really do look like Stanley Cups side by side with three wooden planks to stand on. The flowers, mostly roses.

The second garden is by Celie’s cottage. It’s a more private area, squared by hedgerows overgrown by swamp root. In the centre there is a tall fountain in a pond, 6 sided in shape. The first side going clockwise is attached a statue of a dancing water nymph, showing her little butt with her hair flapping in the wind. Somewhere you find a rusty valve handle, which you attach to a shaft in a statues base to start the fountain. The water just turns on, but turning it on unlocks 1 or more things you can get to later. In the Northwest and Southeast corner of the squared area, kitty corner to each other are two more Stanley Cup urns. Can’t do a single thing with them.

The cemetery is interesting - there are two large tombs in place. One old and one new. The new one is made of light cyan metal with gold lettering that reads DIJON. It’s not sealed, so you can walk in. The older tomb is made of a reddish brown granite, and in grey letters it reads CROUTON. This one is sealed but becomes an unlock-able area later. The graves in the cemetery actually don’t belong to any of the DIJON family, but instead the CROUTON family - both richly and poorly decorated on the same grounds. You try to ask anyone about the Croutons, you get no information. But the bible you find in the chapel along with a few little notes give you a slight background on Patriarch Francois Crouton, his wife Claudette and their daughter Sarah, who died at 17 and was buried with them in the cemetery. The notes tell her parents were trying to flee the war, and feared they wouldn’t survive the trip. In each thing they left behind and hidden for her, they told Sarah to never forget something.

There are 8 gravestones in a circle with engravings on them but no script except one.

There are a number of other small details that form a thin line of consistency, some being as simple as relevant symbols in the game appearing as just cracks in stone. They form means to solve the puzzle again but yet there’s still no end.

Overall, it’s a game worth playing if your into mystery solving, and enjoy exploring a mistier property. There’s only so many of us that will jump back in to these and in certain times, it’s just worth it to take apart, wonder what the story-makers were thinking when they developed the game. The timeline it’s set in is very fascinating too, around the time when cultures meet together in some kind of middle, which in this case is just an island in the USA.

Some of the objects you come across foreshadow the theme of the second game in the series, titled Laura Bow II - The Dagger of Amon Ra. This I will likely look at too once I finish the first, and it’ll be interesting.

At the end of the day, when you give Celie her necklace back she won't have a healing ritual to do, but she'll ask you to sit a spell. Aside from poor Laura's horrible guest experience - it looks as if Celie and Beauregard end up bequeathed with a very interesting home after everyone slaughters each other for the Colonels estate.

Cape Town: Insider Travel Guide

(CNN)Surrounded by ocean on three sides, with the landmark Table Mountain soaring 1,000 meters above the packed streets of the City Bowl, Cape Town rightly places high — maybe number one — in any ranking of the most scenic big cities on the planet.

Powder-white beaches fringe the Atlantic seaboard. Trellised vineyards line historic winelands. A fynbos-covered national park is parked in the heart of the city.

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Home to 3 million Capetonians, the top tourist destination in Africa feels more like a collection of idiosyncratic villages than a one-dimensional metropolis.

There’s Miami-glam on the Camps Bay strip, urban grit in up-and-coming Woodstock, genteel wine estates in the horse-centric southern ‘burbs and boho-chic in the seaside boutiques of Kalk Bay.

Want to know what to do in South Africa’s “Mother City”? Keep reading.

Hotels

Luxury

One&Only Cape Town

This glam “urban resort” was built for name-dropping: Bastien Gonzalez gives mani-pedis in the spa, Nobuyuki Matsuhisa’s only eatery in Africa is here and local celeb-chef Reuben Riffel dishes up South African cuisine at the somewhat-cavernous Reuben’s.

If your credit card needs a good hiding, book the top-floor penthouse with its four bedrooms, 360-degree views, two swimming pools and baby grand piano.

A bargain at US$12,000 a night.

Mount Nelson Hotel

Located at the foot of Table Mountain, this thoroughly updated historic hotel has been a Cape Town landmark or two centuries.

The extraordinary pink exterior has earned the hotel a number of famous nicknames, “Mount Nelson Pink” and “Pink Lady” among them.

It’s also made her a destination for couples and romantic travelers.

Afternoon tea here is a poshy “must” for those pondering what to do in Cape Town.

Mid-range

Steenberg Hotel

Twenty minutes from the central business district (CDB), this relaxed winelands hotel rolls out the vintage welcome mat at rates you’d expect to pay for plonk.

The winelands are what to do in Cape Town and this is the place to make home base.

Vineyards surround the hotel.

There’s a winery on site making damn fine bubbly — all just a solid eight-iron from the Steenberg Golf Club, which has one of the best golf courses in the Cape.

Budget

Grand Daddy Hotel, Airstream Trailer Park

The recipe is simple: wade through a mountain of red tape; hoist seven vintage Airstream trailers to a downtown rooftop; tell seven renowned artists to throw rules out the window when designing the interiors; sprinkle with city views …

From all this you get — what else? — the country’s (world’s?) first rooftop trailer park.

Each Airstream “room” offers the usual hotel mod cons, but if you’re partial to baths — or standing up straight — opt for one of the equally arty rooms in the Grand Daddy hotel below.

Restaurants

The Test Kitchen

If you want to know what to do in Cape Town, start with the best.

Voted South Africa’s top chef in 2011 by restaurant bible EatOut, chef Luke Dale Roberts likes to challenge palates at his cutting-edge eatery in the trendy Biscuit Mill complex.

A sense of Asian adventure runs through the menu, making this a place for gourmands not comfort-eaters.

The restaurant’s retro-industrial decor is gritty, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t throw on your dressier clothes.

The Roundhouse

This historic hunting lodge on the slopes of Table Mountain is the perfect foil for the playful cuisine of chef duo Eric Bulpitt and PJ Vadas.

These kitchen cowboys aren’t afraid to experiment.

Expect dishes like artichoke risotto with sweetbreads, or eland carpaccio with cranberries.

You won’t leave with much change out of R1,000 (US$132), but the excellent service and world-class cooking make it worth the splurge.

Bizerca Bistro

Located in the unlovely bottom-end of the City Bowl, fully booked tables are a testament to the outstanding French cuisine dished up by chef Laurent Deslandes and his South African wife, Cyrillia.

Laurent’s offerings change with the seasons, but regulars would likely threaten violence if he took his signature dish off the menu.

Such is the majesty of the braised pig trotter with seared scallop and drizzle of truffle oil.

Societi Bistro

This neighborhood bistro offers consistently good value, and is booked with locals almost every night of the week, always a good sign when you’re considering what to do in Cape Town.

The compact menu changes with the seasons, but look out for specials that traverse France and Italy.

There’s a lovely terrace for rare wind-free days, and fireside tables for when the Cape of Storms lives up to its name.

95 Keerom

You can’t take two steps in Cape Town without tripping over a Giorgio Nava restaurant, but this is the Italian stallion’s home base, where he lovingly folds fresh ravioli, trims the lamb raised on his own farm and presents the menu to diners in his sultry Milanese accent.

Lauded as the best Italian restaurant in the country by EatOut magazine, and we’re inclined to agree.

The Kitchen

Even before Michelle Obama stopped in here for lunch, it was almost impossible to get a seat at Karen Dudley’s quirky deli in the newly cool Woodstock area.

The impressive salad spread (they concoct a dozen each day) and fresh “love sandwiches” draw in local creatives, while Dudley’s gooey chocolate brownies almost literally fly out the door with hipsters in hot pursuit.

Takumi

Hatsushiro Muraoka is grumpy, cantankerous and … the best sushi chef in the city.

He’s a local legend whose new eatery — he left the much-loved Minato’s a few years back — adds a touch of Japanese glamour to his perfect slivers of piscine produce.

To beef up the raw fish there’s also an exciting range of Japanese dishes, including feather-light tempura and perfectly seasoned and cooked udon noodles.

To dine here you’ll have to play by Papa-san’s most important house rule: “No wise guys.”

Nightlife

Planet Bar

If there’s a celeb in town, chances are you’ll find them draped over a bottle of bubbly at the Planet.

The bar describes its own “stylish celestial decor.”

We’re not sure what that means but the upscale feel also makes this a perfect date spot, or just the place to start when planning a what to do in Cape Town nighttime itinerary.

The Mount Nelson Hotel may be the grande dame of Cape Town, but her naughty niece downstairs is up to all sorts of classy mischief.

French Toast

You could spend days driving around the Cape winelands — or simply settle into a cozy banquette at this industrial-cool wine bar.

With 80 wines by the glass, and plenty more rarities by the bottle, you’ll likely want to get familiar with the tapas menu while choosing what to eat and deciding what to do in Cape Town.

Wine flights of three tasters are ideal if you’re the indecisive type.

The Waiting Room

Previously the actual waiting room for the burger joint downstairs, this rooftop watering hole has become one of the city’s trendiest hangouts.

Tuesday nights feature up-and-coming bands, while DJs spin tunes Wednesday through Saturday.

Skinny jeans and designer T-shirts optional, but recommended.

Caf Caprice

In summer, the Camps Bay strip is the place for hipster watching, and Caprice is the hottest hangout of all.

There’s food, but you’ll find a far better meal elsewhere in town. This is the place for tall cocktails, short dresses and time on the dance floor.

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Shopping / Attractions

Pan-African Market

This three-story consumer playground offers a mesmerizing array of curios and crafts from across Africa.

Fertility statues and wedding masks from West Africa are worth seeking out.

The friendly traders are ready for a good haggle, so don’t be afraid to bargain.

The Old Biscuit Mill

The gritty Woodstock area is getting a facelift, with this high-end shopping precinct leading the charge.

You’ll find art galleries, designer boutiques and coffee roasters, but the highlight is the Saturday morning produce market that’s become a weekend ritual for local foodies.

Arrive before 9 a.m. to avoid the crowds.

Constantia winelands

If you want to experience the Cape winelands but are pressed for time, the Constantia Valley is just 20 minutes from the city and boasts some of the country’s oldest estates.

Klein Constantia and Steenberg are two of the better wineries.

Table Mountain Aerial Cableway

Yes, it’s touristy.

Yes, it can get crowded.

Yes, the incredible views from the top will leave your jaw on the ground and challenge the memory card in your camera.

Apart from slogging to the summit on foot, the cableway is the only way to soak up the panoramic views of the Mother City, so just brave the crowds and go.

Book online and you can go straight to the front of the queue.

If you do nothing else touristy, this is what to do in Cape Town.

Get out of the city

Had enough concrete? When you’re in Cape Town, nature is never far away.

The Company’s Garden

It’s not quite Central Park, but this green lung in the center of town is well worth a visit.

Shady benches offer respite from the heat, and some of the city’s best museums and art galleries abut historic gardens.

There’s a lovely tearoom, as well.

Hoerikwaggo Trail

Table Mountain National Park dominates Cape Town’s skyline, and a new multi-day walking trail lets you wander this World Heritage Site.

The 88-kilometer Hoerikwaggo Trail runs from the city to Cape Point, promising spectacular views and sore legs.

Shorter hiking options are also available.

Contact SA National Parks for accredited guides and operators.

Sea Point promenade

This seafront promenade is where locals head for fresh ocean air.

Jewish grannies, iPod-toting joggers and families all get along famously on this wide waterfront walkway.

Keep an eye out for regular art installations.

Sea Point promenade, Off Beach Road, Sea Point

West Coast National Park

Hit the R27 north of Cape Town and you’ll soon wonder how the city disappeared so quickly.

A combination of parklands and mountains, West Coast National Park is one of the country’s largest nature preserves.

It’s a popular destination for adventure fans, who come for bush walks, canoeing and wild animals.

The best time to visit is in spring, when flowers carpet the hillsides, antelope graze on new shoots and whales cavort in the icy Atlantic.

West Coast National Park, R27, 100 kilometers from Cape Town; +27 22 772 2144

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Drag racing’s last great spectator bargain is NHRA’s California Hot Rod Reunion. You get a long weekend for about the cost of one day at the big show. Your hard-earned $65 (advance) or $75 buys a beautiful yearbook, access to one of Don Garlits’ favorite swap meets, continuous pit cackling, a vintage-photo contest, and a daily changing assemblage of street-driven cars and trucks that rivals most outdoor shows. You don’t get dinged for parking or assigned seating. The beer is cheaper, too. Arrive early to park close and “reserve” any seat that suits your fancy. Friday night’s honoree celebration and afterparty cackle at a Bakersfield hotel are free.

Moreover, the lion’s share of proceeds reportedly supports a most-worthy cause: operation of the NHRA Wally Parks Motorsports Museum, whose small staff conceived and developed, over a quarter-century, a reunion formula that successfully balanced all of the racing and reuniting. Perhaps coincidental to the heated departure of veteran NHRA competition director Steve Gibbs at the start of the tumultuous 2016 edition, that fragile balance is broken. Weary attendees are consequently questioning whether their favorite motorsports event is too much of a good thing; that is, the event has too much to cram into three days without dragging late into chilly October nights.

No such complaints were heard about the quality of competition in this fourth, final 2018 event. (Tulsa’s prior, scheduled series race was canceled due to a stormy forecast.) Sunday’s smallish crowd cheered Mendy Fry to her third Top Fuel win (defeating Rick McGee); Jason Rupert ruled Funny Car Eliminator (d. Rian Konno); Brian Hope, Fuel Altered (d. Rodney Flournoy); Drew Austin, A/Fuel (d. Wayne Ramay); John Marottek, Jr. Fuel (d. Don Enriquez); Steve Faller, 7.0 Pro (d. Brad Denney); Scott White, AA/Gas (d. Gary Reinero); Roger Holder, Pro Mod (d. Ed Thornton); Bernie Plourd, Nostalgia I (d. Jim Seivers); Robert Johnson, N2 (d. Jaclyn Jones); Lindsey Lister, N3 (d. Wes Anderson); Brian Rogers, A/Gas (d. Frank Merenda); Val Miller, B/G (d. Kevin Riley); Bill Becker, C/G (d. Mark Capps); Bill Norton, D/G (d. Larry Cook); Jack Goodrich, A/FX (d. Ken Moreland); and Alex George, Hot Rod (d. Mark Dyck).

Despite springlike weather each day, more seats than usual went unoccupied for the second year since the troubled 25th-anniversary edition erupted into the biggest crisis in the near-four-decade existence of serious retro racing (see Mar. 2017 Deluxe; Controversy Comes To NHRA’s 25th California Hot Rod Reunion). Saturday night’s 30 push starters were about half of the turnout in peak years. To NHRA’s credit, admission prices were not jacked up to compensate for losses in admission and cackle-car revenue. Instead, five lower sportsman categories previously omitted from CHRR generated approximately 140 additional entries at $125 per driver, $65 for crew, $50 for extra pit space, $100 for first RV, $150 per additional RV (ka-ching!). Inexplicably, Thursday was not added to accommodate the predictable overflow (as done by March Meet promoters years ago, solving the same problem). Considering that extra entry moolah, one more day of track workers’ pay and expenses seems like a small price to pay to keep customers happy and warm and coming back.

Nevertheless, NHRA seems intent on repeating that mistake, along with an older one. A painful lesson learned in early reunions was that November is often too windy or rainy for racing or watching, yet the three-day 2019 edition has been pushed a week closer to that risky month (October 25-27). Even if NHRA gets the memo and starts running on Thursdays, don’t leave home without your winter coat and plenty of patience.

King CackleSaturday night’s incomparable push-start Cacklefest is undeniably the main event for many fans, particularly foreigners. Photographer Kleet Norris’s pan shot of the original MagiCar might be mistaken for a 1965 solo pass at Lions or Irwindale. Former driver Jeep Hampshire generously loaned his old seat, fire suit, and helmet to grateful crewman John Strom, who travels cross-country to assist owner-restorer Bill Pitts, the Father of Cackle Cars.

Hottest Rods of AllThe biggest annual meet for traditional AA/Fuel Altereds continues to present some of the same California teams that made “Awful-Awfuls” nationally touring attractions in the 1970s. Here, Randy Bradford’s Fiat and the Hough family’s Nanook, now driven by grandson Kyle Hough, perform a synchronized dance routine for the long lens of veteran photographer Paul Sadler.

Dad’s DoorsThis 354-Hemified street gasser is a rolling, snorting tribute to Lillard Hill’s late father. The shop’s logo and phone number are accurate for Alvin Hill’s former repair shop on old Highway 99 in nearby McFarland, California.

Royal TableWhat other hotel restaurant routinely fills with hot-rod heroes as diverse as engine-builder Ed Pink, accompanied by wife Sylvia (left), and the Rodfather and Rodmother, Andy and Sue Brizio? The royal couples were spotted prior to the NHRA Museum’s yearly presentation of lifetime-achievement awards at Bakersfield’s DoubleTree. Both men were early reunion honorees.

Main AttractionOne brand new build or another never fails to draw intense attention in the Famoso Grove. This year’s main attraction might have been Vic and Debbi Hager’s Model A, the local couple’s first ground-up project. Five years ago, Debbi paid $400 each for the ’28 body and frame as a 60th birthday present for her high-school sweetheart. Thus began a five-year joint effort that involved learning how to do an old-school paint job outdoors, and discarding four flatheads before finding a French block suited for this Merc’s big bore and stroke. Read all about it in an exclusive HRD feature soon!

Show-Off PieceThat’s how Roger Burton describes his nailhead-powered ’28 Tudor that he and his wife, Mary, brought to the CHRR all the way from Hoquiam, Washington. “I didn’t come here to drag race. I came to show off my toy,” Roger says. He built the Model A around the ’56 Buick engine that was “just too neat a piece not to use.” The 0.030-over, Hilborn-injected 322 had some Bonneville and drag-race history before the Burtons bought it a dozen or so years ago. It is mated to a ’37 La Salle trans and a ’57 Olds rearend, both mounted to a stock A frame. Roger bought the sedan body “from a kid who was making a street rod” and built the car’s cage around neat 1948-vintage seats, “either from a B-29 or B-50,” that he found in an aircraft wrecking yard in Tucson, Arizona. “It’s an exhibition car, just for sh*ts and giggles. I’m having more fun making 13-second passes than 9.50 passes.”

The Lady Is a ChampTop Fuel winner Mendy Fry, the 30-plus-year veteran who dominated fast-street-car racing and briefly held NHRA’s Top Alcohol Dragster national record as a teenager, is the first female season champion of any nostalgia-fuel category. She went to all four Hot Rod Heritage Series finals and won all but one round this year (reminiscent of Don Prudhomme’s single-loss, eight-event 1976 NHRA campaign). A perfect outing in Tom Shelar’s slingshot saw her sweep the qualifying pole (5.59 seconds) plus low e.t. (5.55) and top speed (261.62) of the meet.

Hotel UnrestPity the unsuspecting traveler who retired before the fuelers fired. Friday night’s static cacklers included Bob Contorelli, who flawlessly restored the Speed Products Engineering beauty that Roy Fjasted originally built for Prentiss Cunningham near the end of the first slingshot era. Famed nitro tuner Mike Kuhl helped get the Hemi together and flaming. Veteran freelancer Bob McClurg, who photographed this car when new, came full circle nearly half a century later in the DoubleTree parking lot.

No-BaggerWe were glad to see our favorite ’48 Dodge custom return from a piston-induced absence that might have proved permanent had a Bakersfield mechanic and former stock car racer not been willing to tackle its flathead-six. Mark Wilson topped off his rebuild with an aluminum cylinder head and a rare Moon fuel injector that he enjoys tuning as he rolls. A Wilcap-adapted GM 700R slushbox delivers sufficient overdrive to retain the stock rearend (“Chrysler’s long, skinny rods don’t like rpm!”). Ronnie Beam did the scallops, and Kyle Gann laced the lid. Airbags seem like cheating to Wilson, who mechanically lowered his frame to the ride height shown.

Twice As NiceThe third cacklefest of every CHRR weekend occurs in front of the first grandstand on Sunday morning, just prior to eliminations. Maybe it was the double dose of methanol that brought tears to old photographers’ eyes as the highly competitive Brunelli & Dunn Pro Comp/Top Alcohol car roared back to life. The late Leo Dunn’s daughter, Vickie Larrow, led the restoration, assisted by husband Chris and friend Wesley Sewell.

Sharp HumorGreg Sharp, the NHRA Museum’s curator and invaluable HRD contributor, interrupted his reunion duties to yuck it up with former Car Craft staffers and multiyear Modified Eliminator division champions Norman Mayersohn (right) and Rick Voegelin. Mayersohn, who went on to a writing career with the New York Times, attended his first NHRA reunion on assignment for Autoweek (Nov. 19 issue). Voegelin was among the honorees awarded lifetime achievement awards.

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