"Hey y'all. This is Street. I can't take your call or typically my quadraplegic ass is just too slow to pick up. Leave a message."


[Message for Muse or Mun can be left here]

LINK: It wasn't like I didn't warn him.

LINK: It sucked when it wasn't by choice.

LINK: Yeah, I don't think pantyhose on my head is going to quite cut it as a disguise for me.

[With wannabeimprtant, sellsweed & supermarketsam]

Follows THIS, THIS and THIS

When Silas woke up, he was more than disoriented, and it took him a few moments to even realise what way the bed was facing. It was a nice bed, though. Double, soft mattress, lots of pillows. Pretty much as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. The plan had been for them to go to the store for some groceries, then come back and meet Tyra's friends for awhile before going to bed to catch up on some sleep. It hadn't gone down like that, though. Silas made it half way through the grocery shopping before he was bolting out into the car park to throw up all the apple pies and shake he had consumed on the drive to Dillon. As predicted, however, he did feel a little better after it. They finished the grocery shopping and after one more need to pull over for him to throw up again on the way to their destination, he was feeling a lot better. But exhausted.

( When they got to Jason's place, the host was out cold in his own room, but had let Tyra know where he left the spare key outside... )

Silas Botwin [sellsweed] is a canon character from the TV show, Weeds. He is crossing over with Friday Night Lights here to join our main FNL verse.


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LINK: I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want a Mars Bar sandwich.

It might have been getting closer to Winter, but thankfully people still weren't that intent on closing their windows. Or at least locking them securely. Sam pushed up Jason's window and climbed into his room like she'd done a million times before. It had been a while since she'd done it lately, but the occasion more than called for it. She was still aching for Tim, the hole in her heart growing when she realised he hadn't called her back. He'd probably missed the call completely, shagging whichever town chicks he hadn't already. Or maybe going back to those brunette twins with the double Ds for more.

She'd woken up after the fainting spell to find herself back in her room with no recollection of how she'd got there. She'd also discovered nearly a whole day had passed -- the lack of sleep finally catching up to her, and her parents gratefully letting their daughter rest. They'd even forced her to call in to work and cancel at least two days of shifts and then they'd see how she was feeling before thinking about telling her to go on leave.

( And right now Sam was too tired to argue... )


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3.13. "Every man at somepoint in his life is going to loose a battle. He's going to fight and he's going to loose. But what makes him a man, is that in the midst of that battle, he does not loose himself."
Friday Night Lights

"Did Billy Riggins adopt you when I wasn't looking?"

It was only when the voice broke through his mess of thoughts that Jason realised he was no longer sitting at the table in the bar alone. He did a slight double take when he found Coach Taylor sitting beside him, a red cap resting on the table in front of him. It was weird seeing Coach in red. Jason didn't think he would ever get used to it. "Hey, Coach," he said flatly, blinking a couple of times as he tried to replay Coach's comment in his mind and figure out what he was implying. Jason's head wasn't exactly the best functioning organ right now, though. In fact, as a quad and without his head working, there was very little of him left he could label as working soundly. He looked at the almost-spent beer bottle in front of him with a straw stuck in it, and it was a fair observation on Coach's part. "Uh... no. Just hanging out too much with Tim, I guess."

( Coach's lips formed a thin line in thought as he analysed his ex-star Quarterback for a few moments. He made a small non-committal noise in response, using the pause to try and figure out how best to tackle this conversation... )

All muses referenced with permission


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25.5.2. Grieve

[Takes place about four months after THIS | Companion piece to THIS, THIS and THIS]

Contains references / spoilers for
Season 4 of Friday Night Lights

( Most days, he didn't even know why he was still here beyond fearing that any attempt to make more changes would just end in more disaster. Dillon was where all the disaster started, and for some negatively comforting way, at least he knew what shit he was in here.... )

comeswithcuffs, texas33forever and supermarketsam all referenced with permission


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LINK: Ironic how he would still always be known as "Six".

LINK: Jason feared that after everything that had happened in the last four months, in the wake of the past damaging four years, he might never manage to be happy again.

But I'm getting fed up with random muns who don't even read Jason as a muse or know his canon (and admit to the fact) trying to call me on the fact Jason should be paraplegic and not quadraplegic because he has use of his arms.

JASON IS QUADRAPLEGIC.

I'm not making that up, it's his canon. In fact, the accident affected all his limbs in that he also lost the use of his fingers in both hands, therefore, quadraplegic. The actor, Scott Porter, does an awesome job of portraying this (or did, as the character was written out Season 3). In fact, I can show screen caps of him holding a beer with the base of his palms or video clips where he is in hospital battling to even pick up a pencil.

It's the medical term Incomplete Quadraplegia, if we want to get technical. I work in the medical field. I would never have picked Jason up as a muse if I didn't thoroughly research the condition to start with. I know the difference between paraplegic and quadraplegic. I'm also a self-professed Friday Night Lights fangirl who has watched all three seasons many times over, Jason being my favourite character.

I don't call you on your muse's canon (even if some people might need it in muse land), so please don't call me on mine, especially when admitting to not even knowing mine in the first place.

Cheers, and apologies for the frustrated bitchy tone of this note.

LINK: Some days, the frustration that there really was absolutely no feeling in his legs just got too much and it only compounded when he realised he couldn't kick something in annoyance.

I'm going to become a Quad Stripper.

Pole dancing was out. I don't have very good rhythm.

LINK: Even though he couldn't feel a lot of her touches, he enjoyed the way she took her time to map out his body with her fingertips, and his awareness of it was more than enough.

LINK: He hadn't ever really been close to Tyra Collette in the past, but that night she came to visit him in the hospital after everything went down the toilet, he knew he had found a true friend in Texas... forever.

LINK: Easier said than done.

LINK: Jason would have swapped hurt, pain, and discomfort for that resounding awareness of feeling nothing at all.

LINK: If Jason wasn't in a wheelchair, his ass probably would have dropped off in shock when the blind date, apparently quad friendly, chick told him she wanted him to pee on her.