oh how i love you, funky 70s outfits from the days of future past movie
Summary: Otherwise known as the tragedy of Beryl Grace. The scandalous, drama-filled life of the 80s "fluffy starlet" who managed to snag two forms of the same god, producing two great heroes, and battling the consequences of her hankering for fame and beauty, at any and every cost.
1959. Somewhere in a hospital in Dallas, a woman screams and bears down as she labours, sweat dripping from her forehead. The child is her first, her husband’s fourth. She thinks little of their age gap, or of what will become of his other children, her own child - she thinks only of the pain, begging for it to end, praying this will have all been worth it. For this kind of pain, the child must be extra special. She grips the side of the bed, wishing there was a hand to hold, and wonders if tonight will be the night she dies. Nurses tut at her shrieks - silly girl. Don’t these women know childbirth is painful? Don’t they realise that pain is normal, and they’re hardly going to die from it? In the end, the child - her first, her husband’s fourth - is a girl. She screeches just like her mother; midwives declare her healthy. The happy couple, happy now the torment is over, decide to name her Beryl Darlene Grace. Two nights later, the doting husband loudly berates the loving, ailing wife, for her unwillingness to stand and cook so soon after ripping herself open. He brings her to tears, and the baby keeps crying, and the door slams louder than either of them combined as his temper bubbles over. He will not lay a hand on a woman or a child, but he does not need to. Thus, Beryl's tragedy begins.
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