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" ah! sorry, i hope i didn't startle you. see, i'm afraid i'm a little bit lost. never really been in manhattan before! perhaps you might be able to help me? i'm looking for stanley's diner. "
OPEN STARTER. / GUEST STARRING: FIACHRA KELLY!
#( ' BUFFET-STYLE. ' / OPEN STARTER. )#( MUSE: F. KELLY. )#( my toxic trait is writing open starters early in the morning )#( but also hello yes )#( this is aisling's evil villain ex bf who killed eoin and now wants to be a villain in ny ! )
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Triple Frontier fic: A Pilot for Christmas
It's @pedrostories Secret Santa day!! My assignment was for @frannyzooey, who requested domesticity, roommates-to-lovers, and fluff or smut 🥰 I had some of the most fun EVER writing this fic, so I hope it will make you smile, too, Kelli. Merry Christmas!! 🎄 Thank you to @mourningbirds1 and @fleetwoodmactshirt, both of whom I—not to be dramatic but—basically can't live without at this point, and at the very least couldn't have written this fic. And she's not a Pedro fan so I can't imagine she wants to be tagged in this, but thank you to my friend Alyssa for kindly helping me with one of the very few pieces of actual research I did for it.
Title: A Pilot for Christmas
Pairing: Frankie Morales/f!Reader
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 4.8k
Content/warnings: roommates to lovers, hot single dad Frankie, pining, yearning, lusting, questionable romance novel smut, compromising positions, sexual content, fade to black, food, domesticity. Unbetaed, so please let me know if you spot any typos/errors!
There’s a note for you on the kitchen table, written in Frankie’s even, boxy print: Mac + cheese + trees in fridge if you want some.
Your schedules never align on Wednesdays; your boss’s mandatory mid-week team meetings inevitably keep you late and Frankie is always on his way to Laura’s place by the time you get home. You haven’t met his ex-wife, but you think she must be nice enough since he’s usually in a good mood when he gets home from their weekly family dinners. They’re co-parenting, as he’d explained when you first moved in, and along with providing dinner on Wednesdays he does his part by taking their daughter on the weekends. He’s given you a break in the rent to make up for sharing your apartment with a three-year-old two days a week.
This is technically a sublet, and it’s technically temporary, but you get along well enough with Frankie that sometimes it feels a little like kismet. His old roommate had landed a contract overseas for a year just as you were moving to town, and a mutual friend had connected you. There are four months left on the contract, but you’d heard from the roommate recently that he was expecting the position to be renewed, so most likely you’ll get to stay longer if you want to. Nothing is official yet either way, and you’ve decided to give yourself another month before you start to worry about it.
Having the apartment to yourself once a week is the perfect opportunity to watch your favorite guilty pleasure TV shows without fear of male judgment—not that Frankie gets really rude about it but his silent raised eyebrow speaks volumes—and you happily warm up a bowl of macaroni and cheese and “trees” (broccoli; it turns out toddlers lose interest when you use the B-word) and settle in on the couch.
Living with Frankie has gone better than you’d feared it might. Knowing he was the friend of a friend of a friend had alleviated some of your anxiety about moving in with a stranger, and he’s turned out to be a mostly quiet, respectful roommate. After maintaining clear-cut boundaries for the first couple of weeks, you had both relaxed a little bit and settled into something of a shared routine. He likes to cook but doesn’t enjoy grocery shopping, so you often take his list along with your own to the store—and reap the rewards on nights like this when he keeps you well-fed. You both like to keep a tidy home, and neither of you minds the other person throwing in a few items when you’re doing a load of laundry. You’ve even mostly gotten over the embarrassment of the time Frankie had delicately handed you a pair of thong underwear he’d found trapped in the sleeve of one of his clean shirts. The barely-contained amusement on his face had haunted you for a full week.
When you’ve finished your dinner you pause the TV to go wash your bowl, and while you’re in the kitchen you take a few minutes to put away the dishes Frankie had left drying in the dish rack. It’s an easy symbiosis, you muse, a give-and-take that seems to suit you both. Underneath his note, you write back: Delicious!! Thank you, and sign it with a heart.
Most of the time your editing job allows you to maintain a reasonable work-life balance, but this month you’ve found yourself scrambling to get everything done before the upcoming holiday break. Your co-worker Deandra is off on an unexpected leave, and after taking on a share of her work on top of your own, the projects have started to form an intimidating pile. One Monday, two weeks before Christmas, you compromise your typical boundaries by logging back onto your laptop after dinner to work on a manuscript. Frankie is watching a game with the volume on low and it makes for comfortable background noise while you work from the opposite end of the couch.
Deandra’s specialty is romance, and while you’ve had to get used to covering a new genre, having some variety has been interesting. But a detail in this book is bothering you. You glance at Frankie, whose expression is quietly focused. His team is leading the scoreboard by a healthy margin. You don’t think he’ll mind a brief distraction.
“Hey. I could use your piloting expertise. Can I ask you a weird question?”
Frankie raises an eyebrow and shrugs his assent. “Go ahead.”
“Okay, so—is it logistically possible to have sex in a cockpit?”
You have his attention. He slowly turns his head to give you a long, wide-eyed look. After a moment of silence, he narrows his eyes, contemplating. “What kind of aircraft are we talking?”
“Like a regular… A commercial passenger plane?”
He nods, pursing his mouth and tilting his head up so he can gaze off into space, like he’s visualizing it. He glances at you again.
“Two people?” he checks.
“Two—yes, it’s—” he’s surprised you a little, and you fumble for words. “It’s not a cockpit orgy,” you tell him.
He laughs. “Pilots like to party,” he says opaquely, and now you’re the one narrowing your eyes at him, but he’s ignoring your questioning look. “Okay, is it possible? Theoretically, sure. Especially if the other person is short. Is it comfortable, though?” He pulls a face. “It wouldn’t be my choice. It’s a cramped space. Someone’s gonna end up hitting their head, or accidentally kicking the instrument panel, or…” he trails off, shaking his head in disapproval. “It’s… inadvisable.”
“Got it. Thank you.” You make some notes in the Word document on your screen, still internally recovering from his follow-up question, and Frankie turns his attention back to the TV, where the opposing team is starting to close the lead.
You’re no prude, but the genre you usually work in fades to black more often than not, and this author’s penchant for smutty detail has you feeling slightly in over your head. You’ve made it past the cockpit quickie but four chapters later Frankie’s team is on the cusp of winning their game and your protagonist is finally about to have her tall, dark, and handsome pilot love interest in a real bed.
“This love scene is… really something,” you comment. Frankie looks over in interest.
“Read it to me.”
“It’s dirty,” you warn him.
Frankie smirks. “I think I can handle it.”
You take a breath and start to read aloud from the page: “Isabella’s heart raced in excitement. Roderick was standing so close she felt as though his breath was entering her lungs with every inhalation. He took her hand and pressed her palm to himself, making her feel his turgid cock stirring in his pants—Obviously that needs to go—”
“Which part, the turgid cock?” Frankie asks. “I like it.”
“You like it?” you ask, incredulous.
“What?” he says. “A guy can’t enjoy a turgid cock now?”
“Jesus,” you laugh. Your face is starting to feel warm. “Isabella’s petite hand could barely fit around Roderick’s girthy length and it made her whimper with arousal. Roderick smirked down at her. ‘I can’t wait to be inside you,’ he rasped hungrily. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against his body. ‘Tell me you want it,’ he growled.” You glance at Frankie and see he’s got one arm slung across his chest and the other hand resting at his mouth, thumbnail running distractedly over his lips. He’s staring at the TV without really watching it, and after a moment of silence he finally blinks and meets your eyes again.
“It’s weird you get to read porn for work,” he says dryly, and you bury your face in your hands and laugh.
When the game ends, Frankie switches on an episode of Star Trek that he seems to be half watching while he does something on his phone. On your laptop screen, Roderick has you stymied.
Roderick’s muscular arms tossed Isabella onto the bed like she weighed nothing. “Ohhh,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”
“Give you what, baby?” he rasped. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Give me—” Her pale cheeks blushed prettily. How could she say it out loud? But he was looking at her with such lust in his eyes that she knew he only wanted to make sure she was ready to turn herself over to him, to let him use her any way he liked. The thought of it made her shiver with anticipation. “Give me your cock, Roderick. Make me yours.”
With a growl from deep in his chest, Roderick dragged her hips down the bed so that she was balancing on the edge, where his body loomed over hers. Turning her onto her side, he leaned down to nose under her ear, nipping at the delicate skin of her neck and making her moan. His broad hand clutched her thigh, maneuvering her leg to tuck her knee around his hips, and his other hand he ran tantalizingly down her back until he reached her other thigh. He opened her legs, like an explorer unveiling the treasure he’d been seeking, and he straightened up, lifting her ankle to rest against his shoulder, and grinding his hard member against her core.
You go over the last few lines again, whispering the words under your breath to yourself as you try to picture the position. You feel like you need a diagram.
“I’m lost,” you declare.
Frankie glances up from his phone. “Hm?”
“I don’t understand where these limbs are going,” you tell him. “I don’t know if my brain just isn’t working because it’s 9 PM or if this passage needs rewriting. Or if this sex is too advanced for me.”
He laughs and makes a grabbing motion at your laptop. “Lemme see.”
You hand it over, standing up to stretch while he reads it to himself.
“‘He opened her legs like an explorer unveiling the treasure he’d been seeking,’” Frankie reads out dramatically. “Really?”
“Don’t get caught up in the simile,” you say. “Focus on the legs. Is that position even feasible? For someone who isn’t a contortionist?”
“Maybe in the next chapter they reveal she was raised in the circus,” he suggests, but he squints at the screen again, reading through the text. “I think I get it. It’s like—” He gestures with his arms, posing them to mimic Isabella’s legs. It’s borderline incomprehensible.
Later, you’ll blame the late hour and your overworked brain for what happens next. If you’d been running on all cylinders, you would have thought through the boundary-crossing implications of this and stopped yourself, but as it is you frown down at him and say, “Show me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on,” you urge him, already heading down the hallway to your bedroom. He hesitates, but then follows a few paces behind, and it’s then—the moment he crosses the threshold behind you—that your brain finally catches up to your actions and you begin to realize this was a terrible, terrible idea.
But somehow, coming up with an excuse to turn back feels more mortifying than plowing forward. You sit on the edge of the bed, trying to focus on the matter at hand. Frankie is hanging back, but you give him an expectant look and he takes a step towards you. He clears his throat softly.
“On your side,” he says. It shouldn’t sound like a command—he offers it gently, a reminder of the scene you’re playing out—but something inside you can’t tell the difference and you feel a spot deep in your core go hollow and needy. You turn, obediently, and lay on your right side. He touches the knee of your right leg, urging you to pull it forward.
“This leg around me.”
He steps into the crook of your knee, between your thigh and your calf, and looks down at your other leg, tucked awkwardly between your bodies.
“This is where it gets weird,” he says, and you laugh out loud. The sound dies out when you feel his fingers firmly wrap around your ankle and slowly maneuver your left leg, straight in front of you and then pivoting towards the ceiling. You feel the stretch in your hips, your body turning to follow so you’re halfway between your back and your side. It’s awkward, and he must see your face twist in discomfort, because he stops midway through the movement and rests your foot on his left shoulder. His body is solid and warm against the back of your leg.
“I think in the book it was over here,” he says, tapping his right shoulder. “So maybe she is a contortionist.”
“Or I need to do more Pilates,” you lament. He looks amused.
“Does this position even make sense? Would this work for you?” you ask him, regretting the question as soon as it’s left your mouth. He blinks down at you and his eyes rake down the length of your body to where you’re tangled around him. His hand is still resting over your ankle.
“Your bed is too low,” he says.
It’s—You’d meant the question in a more hypothetical sense. With some other partner, in some other scenario, would this position work? The knowledge that he has taken in the question and assessed the situation—looked at your two bodies in relation to each other, here, in your room, and thought about whether he could fuck you like this—makes you lose your breath.
“Plus—” he continues. He nudges at you to roll you onto your back, carefully lowering your foot from his shoulder so he’s standing between your open legs, nothing between you but empty space and a secret, aching want. He leans in, bracing his hands flat on either side of your body, not touching you but close enough he would only have to lean in. “I like to be able to kiss someone when I make love to them,” he says softly.
He shoots you a smile that could almost be a smirk as he stands up and heads out of the room, leaving you clutching the duvet cover as the world around you tilts on its axis.
It’s not like you’ve never noticed Frankie is attractive. Anybody could see that he is. He’s boyishly cute when he’s playing around with his daughter, their matching, dimpled smiles on display; smoldering when he gets cleaned up to go out on the town with the guys, if a little less runway-ready the morning after; and confusingly, unrecognizably handsome on the occasions he goes clean-shaven. But he’s been so firmly relegated to “platonic male roommate” status since you moved in that you’ve never, even for a second, thought about pursuing anything more. Lusting after your roommate can only end in awkwardness and moving boxes.
So discovering that the man you live with isn’t just good-looking, but has the ability to leave you wet and aching with desire, without even trying, has you looking at everything through a new lens.
On Tuesday, mid-morning, your phone lights up with a text from him. It’s a picture of a small plane cockpit interior, just two seats and a display of navigational instruments.
See how tight she is? he’s written.
You blink at your phone. SHE??
…
She = the plane. Sorry, pilot speak.
Mortifying. You nearly pull up the local apartment rentals page on Craigslist right then and there. You dive into your work instead—not Deandra’s romance, but the grisly thriller in your regular docket. Roderick and Isabella need to give you some space this week. It’s not them, it’s you—and the images of Frankie and you in compromising positions that had popped into your mind when you attempted to pick back up the draft.
He’s like a specter, haunting you.
Wednesday evening is your night with the apartment to yourself, and you’ve never been happier to be alone. He’s left you dinner, again, and you almost don’t eat it on principle—you’ll have to get used to feeding yourself, after all, once he kicks you out for making it too blatantly obvious you want to jump him.
But it would be an actual crime to pass up his enchiladas. You savor the plate. Maybe he’ll give you the recipe as a parting gift, if you ask nicely.
You pour yourself a glass of wine and catch up on one of your shows, and some of the tension you’ve been holding starts to drain from your body. But underneath is a familiar, restless energy buzzing through you, desperate for a different outlet, that you can’t ignore.
You go to bed early. What you need is just a little quality time with yourself, to reconnect and remind your body that you’re perfectly capable of satisfying it on your own—or with the no-strings-attached assistance of a vibrator.
It’s a valiant, miserable attempt. Every tried and true fantasy keeps rerouting back to Frankie. You turn your toy to its highest setting and the sensation still pales in comparison to the thrill of his fingers wrapped securely around your ankle, the line of his body pressed against your legs, and his low, deadly voice telling you how to move.
You go to sleep more frustrated than when you started, only to dream of him. He’s hovering over you, pressing you into the bed, his hot mouth on your neck and sucking on your tits and working his way down to eat you out and bring an orgasm crashing through you—and you wake up at 3 AM with your cunt throbbing between your legs.
One of the things you’ll miss most about this place when you inevitably have to move out due to your incurable roommate attraction is the in-unit washer and dryer. Perhaps in solidarity with your own resolve and self-control, the dryer abruptly breaks in the middle of the week.
“Do you want me to call the landlord, or will you?” you ask Frankie, but he immediately shakes his head.
“Let me take a look at it,” he says.
You bite down on the inside of your cheek.
Two hours and one trip to a hardware store later, he’s on his knees in front of the machine, working quietly save for an occasional soft grunt of exertion when he has to fit something into place.
There’s a bare strip of skin on display where his shirt has ridden up, and a black waistband peeking out from under his jeans. Your mind drifts, imagining away the denim and picturing how the tight boxer briefs would cup his ass and grip his muscular thighs, until your own thighs are clenching and you force yourself to go clean the kitchen instead.
“I’m moving out,” you call over your shoulder as you go.
“I promise I can fix it,” he says, like he thinks you’re just fed up with one broken appliance, not your own internal breakdown.
If only.
It’s 7 AM Friday and you’re fixing your coffee when Frankie ambles into the kitchen, bare-chested and barefoot and wearing nothing more than a pair of low-slung pajama bottoms. If you allowed yourself to look, you would see the soft curve of his modest belly and the sparse line of hair trailing down to disappear enticingly under his waistband. His voice is early morning-deep when he mumbles a good morning. His hand steadies casually on your wrist when he stands next to you to grab a mug from the cupboard just to your left, and you hope he can’t feel your pulse quicken under his touch. When his coffee is ready and he takes his first sip, he lets out a satisfied groan. You want to die.
“You must be doing this on purpose,” you say, dismayed.
He blinks at you over the rim of his coffee cup. “Doing what?”
You gesture helplessly, at his naked chest and effortlessly rumpled bedhead. “Just—being all—”
He glances down at himself, then back at you, raising an eyebrow. “Being all…?”
“Just—sexy, I guess,” you finally admit.
For a moment, he looks surprised. Then an amused smile spreads slowly over his face and he takes a step towards you, clever eyes taking in how your body straightens and your breath picks up.
“I didn’t realize it bothered you,” he says. “Didn’t you say you were going to move out, anyway?”
“I am,” you say. “I can’t stand you anymore.”
He takes another step closer.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “I could give you a reason to stay.”
You slump against the counter at your back, helplessly wanting him.
“Please,” you tell him.
He touches you carefully, one hand skimming your hip and the other on your arm. He cocks his head, looking skeptical.
“You really think I’m sexy?” he asks.
You nod miserably. “It’s torture.”
He laughs and you are desperately endeared by the way it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle, and the hint of a dimple peeking out under his beard.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he says, and he leans in, and the touch of his lips to yours makes you feel like you’re floating, like your body might drift up to the sky if not for his sturdy frame anchoring you in place. Like your legs might give out, sending you sliding to the floor, except that he’s pressing close enough now that his body is touching yours, bending you back just enough to easily reach, and his hand has crept up from your arm to wrap around the back of your neck, holding you securely even as he finally pulls his mouth away, leaving you breathless and dazed.
You think you understand the overwrought prose of Deandra’s romances now.
“I can’t stand you either,” he says quietly. “You were torturing me the other night, with all the dirty talk from that book and then making me go to your room. Christ.”
“Sorry,” you say, not really meaning it. You’ve never felt this intoxicated this early in the morning. You’ve never looked into his eyes this close up. They’re a rich, deep brown that you feel halfway hypnotized by.
He glances away and must spot the microwave clock, because he pulls away with a look of regret. “I need to get ready for work.”
“Take a sick day,” you suggest.
He smiles ruefully and shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says. “But what would you do if I did?
You take a deep breath. Your eyes drop to his waist, and you touch your fingertips gingerly to the soft skin on display there. You lift your gaze to meet his own.
“I’d ask you to take me to bed,” you tell him.
He forces himself to leave. You watch his fingers clenching as he turns away, closing around the empty air as though he wishes it was you.
You go to your own room on unsteady legs and finish getting ready for work, thinking of Frankie’s mouth for your entire commute and almost missing your exit as a result. This time, opening Roderick and Isabella’s romance is a whole new kind of torture, and you end up claiming a headache by 3 o’clock to go home early, not caring if your boss can see through the lie.
Getting home early means you have plenty of time to shower and shave and moisturize with intent this time instead of your regular lazy girl morning routine. You’re soft and smooth and clean, in the kitchen making a snack of crackers and cheese to distract your anticipatory nerves, when Frankie comes home.
He gives you a small, familiar smile and sets a grocery bag on the counter between the two of you.
“You pick which comes first,” he says, nodding to the bag. He steals a cracker off your plate while you peer inside.
He’s brought you two pints of Ben & Jerry’s and one box of condoms.
“All the essentials,” you observe, and he grins. You pluck the condoms out of the bag and hand them to him meaningfully. His smile turns a little sly and he leans in and kisses you, too briefly for your liking, before pulling away again.
“I have to take a quick shower,” he says. “Wait for me?”
You let out a sigh, turning to put away the ice cream. “Don’t take too long,” you joke, gesturing to the pints. “I’ve got two other men waiting for me.”
“Ha, ha,” he says, already halfway down the hall.
Out of the shower, he comes to you with damp hair curling softly around his head, dressed simply in a navy t-shirt and dark grey sweatpants, and looking so good you think you might combust. After a moment of flirtation—your room or mine?—you finally find yourself in his bedroom. He leans in to kiss you and he takes his time this time, cupping your face in his large hand, teasing gently at your mouth, sliding his tongue along yours to deepen the kiss. When he pulls away to trace his lips down your jawline, you take a breath to steady yourself—and then squint in confusion. There’s a familiar scent in his hair.
“Is that—did you use my shampoo?”
He goes still for a moment, caught, and then laughs.
“Mine ran out,” he admits, a little sheepishly. He pulls in closer, nosing at your neck. “Yours is nicer, anyway. I always like how it smells on you.”
“We can share,” you say generously. “I’ve never been one of those roommates who labels all their shit.”
“Good,” he murmurs, mouth hot against your collarbone. “‘Cause I also ate your leftovers.”
You make a sound of exasperation and he tackles you to the bed, promising apologetically that he’ll make it up to you. And then proceeds to do so.
Very thoroughly.
You awaken to find a note on the pillow next to you, in Frankie’s familiar printed handwriting: Going to pick up Baby M. See you soon.
You give yourself a minute to luxuriate in his bed, enjoying the calm, satiated feeling in your body, and the warm scent of him in the sheets, and then you straighten up his bedding and scurry back to your own room to get dressed before he arrives home with his daughter. You’re just pulling your shirt over your head when you hear their voices in the living room, and you go out to greet them. He’s juggling a Starbucks tray in one hand along with his keys and her travel bag. She’s munching contentedly on a snack and doing her part by carrying her favorite stuffed seal plushie.
Over her head, he shoots you a warm, intimate smile. You feel a giddy thrill bubble up in your chest and you grin back at him.
“We made a coffee run,” he says, nodding to the drinks. “Someone wanted a cake pop.” The toddler tips her face up to offer a beatific, icing-smudged smile. Frankie sets her bag on the couch and leads the three of you into the kitchen.
“That one is yours,” he tells you, pointing to one of the cups. Then, to her, “You want some real breakfast, mija?”
You look at the label on the drink and your jaw drops in surprise. “How did you know London Fogs are my favorite?”
He shrugs, like it’s not a big deal, but you catch a self-satisfied smile on his face as he turns away. “I notice things.”
He keeps a platonic distance while his daughter is in the kitchen but when she leaves to go put her stuffed animal away in her room, he pulls closer, nudging your hand with his. “You alright?” he murmurs.
You rub your thumb across his knuckles. “I’m really, really good.”
“I convince you not to move out?” he asks. You pretend to think about it.
“Almost. I think you could tip the balance if you make me some eggs.”
He clicks his tongue in affirmation. “Got it.”
Later, when the three of you have settled at the breakfast table with piles of fluffy scrambled eggs and buttered toast, his face changes like he’s just remembered something.
“Hey, how did that book end up, with Roderick and what’s-her-name?” he asks you, taking a sip of his coffee. “You never mentioned it after Monday night.”
You haven’t actually made it to the end yet, but you already know the answer.
“They lived happily ever after,” you tell him. “It’s a staple of the genre. The couple always has a happy ending.”
“Huh,” he says. He gives you a small, private smile, and taps his foot against yours, out of sight under the table. “That’s good to hear.”
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Hi, do you know of any bi4bi f/f or f/nb books where they both (could be polyamorous too) are the MCs? Like The Fiancée Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur. I'd be really grateful if you could help <3
bi4bi F/F Contemporary Romances
Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner
Never Ever Getting Back Together by Sophie Gonzales
6 Times We Almost Kissed by Tess Sharpe
mga x mga F/F or F/NB Romances (pan, queer, and unlabeled)
Curved Horizon by Taylor Brooke: bisexual female x demisexual panromantic female
Love & Other Disasters by Anita Kelly: queer female x pansexual non-binary
Hairpin Curves by Elia Winters: bisexual female x queer female
Count Your Lucky Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur: pansexual female x bisexual female
poly FFM or FFNB Romances with bi / mga identities
Scandalous Passions by Nicola Davidson: Domme bisexual female x sub questioning bisexual female x sub straight male with a stutter
A Lake of Feathers and Moonbeams by Dax Murray: polyamorous bisexual female x queer non-binary MC x Asian bisexual female
Honor Among Thieves by Rachel Caine: black bisexual female x Brazilian bisexual female x bisexual male
Honorary Mentions
The Drowning Summer by Christine Lynn Herman: bi4bi FF but not a Romance (it's Fantasy/Mystery)
Sirens & Muses by Antonia Angress: bi4bi FF but not a Romance (it's Literary Fiction)
Sorry Bro by Taleen Voskuni: Armenian-American bi4bi FF and a contemporary Romance, but it's single POV so they're not both MCs
Moonlight Love and Witchcraft by Vaela Denarr: wln non-binary MC x asexual female x bisexual female with ADHD (included bc it's SO cute but only one confirmed-bi MC)
thanks for the ask! please feel free to send more if there's something else I can help you find <3
if I can drum up a few patrons, I want to add a new tag to the database so you can search for relationships by pairing (FF, FM, MM, FNB, MNB) or by specific types of romance (bi4bi, t4t, interracial, etc)
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I love supporting journalism but NYT is paywalled and we all need some GOOD NEW QUEER COMICS so posting the full article under the read more!
Original Article
By George Gene Gustines
June 9, 2023
‘The Dog Knight’
Frankie Jude Bryant is a nonbinary middle school student who is dealing with identity, the usual academic challenges and, oh yes, trying to become the Dog Knight, a champion for humans and canines. Despite the presence of magical talking pooches, this journey of heroism and self-discovery feels grounded thanks to captions that get into the head of Frankie, who prefers they/them pronouns. On the first page, they think, “Do you ever feel like you don’t make sense?” Later, Frankie muses about their frenemy Dallas, who misgenders them: “She gets it wrong on purpose just to make a big deal about correcting it.” And when Frankie finds their tribe, “For the first time in a long time, I look in the mirror and I don’t feel a pain in the pit of my stomach.” Written by Jeremy Whitley, drawn by Bre Indigo and colored by Melissa Capriglione.
‘Marry Me a Little: A Graphic Memoir’
The cartoonist Rob Kirby chronicles his 2013 march down the aisle in Minnesota with his longtime partner, John Capecci. The story highlights where gay marriage stood at the time (each state was making its own rules before same-sex unions became the law of the land in 2015) and looks back at Jack Baker and Michael McConnell, who somehow were able to obtain a marriage license in Minneapolis in 1971. The personal recollections are powerful and honest: Rob remembers when he first casually used the word “husband,” which felt like “a small but genuine political act.” He also acknowledges the white, middle-class privilege that allowed him ambivalence about getting married. His ultimate conclusion: “Marriage does not define a relationship. Unless you want it to.”
‘Gatsby’
The messages of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby” — about social status, love and chasing dreams — are revisited in the present with a racially and sexually diverse set of characters in their 20s. Gatsby is a Black tech millionaire looking for a love who got away, and Lu Zhao, the stand-in for Nick Carraway, is visiting from Singapore and summering on Long Island (where a $5,000-plus afternoon shopping spree highlights the casual wealth). The main characters are refreshingly blasé about their sexuality: Lu’s girlfriend, Alexis, asks, “How do you identify?” But Lu’s answer does not really matter as Alexis says, “I love being on this journey with you. I’m here for you no matter what.” Written by Jeremy Holt, drawn by Felipe Cunha and colored by Dearbhla Kelly.
‘Hex Americana’
The cartoonist Bree Wolf spins a tale about auto racing, teen romance, monsters and ghosts. Flesh-and-blood Ken forms an unlikely alliance with Dante, who died in a previous race and haunts his car as a ghost. A successful partnership will allow Ken to compete in the annual Grand Prix and help Dante move on to the afterlife. The more than 300-page story packs in a lot of character growth, action, flashbacks and drama. The relationship between Ken and Karen, his mother, is particularly nuanced. Karen is supportive of her son, who is gay, but she struggles with how to correct her overbearing friend James when he makes thoughtless jokes about Ken. (Iron Circus Comics. Aug. 30.)
‘Death Drop: Drag Assassin’
The Gayborhood, as it is called in this five-part series, has seen better days. Thugs feel empowered to assault young gay men, and a drag queen named Lunaira has gone missing from the club Posterior Delusions. Residents have little faith in the local police. Enter Death Drop, a former hit man and current drag queen, who is pushed by Mother Henny, the hostess of the club, to find Lunaira. “She’s a queen of color who has been missing for more than two days,” Mother Henny says. “You do the math.” It helps that Death Drop and Mother Henny used to date. Let the investigation begin. Written by David Hazan and drawn and colored by Alex Moore. (Scout Comics. June 14.)
‘Turtle Bread’
Kim-Joy, a British baker and cookbook writer, teams up with the artist Alti Firmansyah for this story about Yan, who is struggling with low self-esteem and social anxiety. When Yan finds a local baking club, she is plagued by doubts about whether she will fit in or be liked, but she soon learns that everyone struggles in different ways. Yan eventually becomes confident enough to rally the club members to seek out and support one of their fellow bakers who needs it. Yan would qualify as an ally, but there are characters with significant roles in the story who are gay and lesbian. And there are recipes, including one that gives this story its title. (Comixology Originals. Available now.)
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Cait didn't think modeling was for her yet became Assets' biggest and most successful int'l model. Fun reading.
https://www.sundayworld.com/lifestyle/fashion-beauty/irish-fashion-boss-tells-how-he-discovered-caitriona-balfe-packing-bags-in-dunnes/a2107418516.html
Thanks for the message, Anon. I wonder if this one is also yours? 🤷🏻♂️
I received it after I wrote ⬇️ on 25 November:
Luckily for Outlander and its fans, she chose to give acting another go. 🎬 On to your link:
STAR SPOTTER | Irish fashion boss tells how he discovered Caitríona Balfe packing bags in Dunnes
Derek Daniels, is celebrating 30 years of Assets Model Agency.
Caitríona Balfe, Colin Farrell and Glenda Gilson have more in common than just being Irish and familiar faces on our screens.
They were all, at one point, part of Assets Model Agency. The man who found them, Derek Daniels, is celebrating 30 years of Assets, and looking back at the many lives he helped change.
“I remember interviewing our very first ever model when she came in. It was Emer O’Reilly-Hyland, who went on to become the editor of VIP magazine,” he tells Magazine+.
The second was actor Frank Kelly’s daughter, Ruth. “After that, the numbers get a bit fuzzy,” he adds with a laugh.
For Derek, it was no mistake that he wound up in the fashion business.
“I knew when I was about 11 years of age, what I was interested in was the production of fashion events and I was always mystified by models and all the rest of it and I always had a great interest in it, so when it came about later in life, it never surprised me,” he remembers.
It’s fitting, then, that he has always had a very keen eye for what will work in the fashion world and beyond. It’s that finely tuned sense that has allowed him to discover many that we now consider household names, both at home and abroad.
“The people I’ve met, the people I’ve worked with… they’re all only ordinary people, who knows what they’ll be later in life?
"All you’re doing is helping them pay their way through college or whatever it is they’re doing.
"Like, Caitríona Balfe is a prime example. I mean, she was packing bags on a till next to me in Dunnes in Rathmines, she was a drama student at the time,” he says.
“When I approached her about modelling, she looked at me like I was mad.
"She went on to be the biggest Irish export as a model ever, ever, ever. I mean, Dolce and Gabbana’s muse for six years, worked all over the world, and then of course, she’s a big actress.
"She had no interest in modelling, and didn’t consider herself suitable to be a model. “But it was a pure fluke that I went into Dunnes Stores to do my shopping that day. And that’s how I found her,” he explains.
Colin Farrell, too, has Derek to thank for helping his face become one everyone knows nowadays. “Colin was only a young fella and I had him in a dance group. In the same dance group at the time was Stephen Gately, who went on to be in Boyzone and Cecilia Ahern, the (former) Taoiseach’s daughter,” Derek says. They went on to be actors, singers and authors, but have a shared history thanks to the ‘face finder’.
As Derek considers three decades of success, it’s clear he’s not calling time just yet.
“I achieved everything I wanted to achieve and continue to have that hunger for it. I’m fortunate that I can count on a lot of them still as friends of mine, and indeed many of them have their own children at Assets now. That’s the biggest compliment you can get, when people will come back to you with their own kids because they trust you and know you’ll help make things become a reality for them,” he smiles.
Sunday World
Remember… she went on to be the biggest Irish export as a model ever, ever, ever. I mean, Dolce and Gabbana’s muse for six years, worked all over the world, and then of course, she’s a big actress. She had no interest in modelling, and didn’t consider herself suitable to be a model. But it was a pure fluke that I went into Dunnes Stores to do my shopping that day. And that’s how I found her. — Derek Daniels
#Tait rhymes with hat#Good times#Inbox#Modelling#Sunday World#2 December 2023#Assets#30th Anniversary#Received and Responded 2 December 2023
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i've seen this character playlist challenge post resurfacing lately so i'd like to expand on the idea and create a more fully-fledged, more difficult challenge that'll hopefully expand your music horizons beyond the usual tumblrcore/fandom music taste
the challenge
create a character playlist of at least twenty (20+) songs without using the artists and genres listed below* in under an hour
("below" meaning below the readmore)
the restrictions
no artist can appear in the playlist twice
you must have at least three (3+) distinct genres in your playlist
you must include at least three (3+) artists with less than 100,000 listeners on spotify
you must include at least three (3+) songs that are primarily in a language other than english
you must include at least one (1+) hip hop/rap song from a non-white person (be creative with this! rap has a diverse range of sounds from doja cat to dr. dre to death grips)
you must include at least one (1+) song thats from a reasonably obscure and/or underground genre (this does not count to your 3+ distinct genres requirement)
some of these restrictions can be met simultaneously (e.g. a spanish rap song fulfills both the non-english language requirement and the hiphop/rap requirement)
feel free to reblog with your playlist in either the tags or the caption! i'd love to see what people come up with :)
restricted artists/genres are below the readmore
restricted genres/categories
video game osts
musical theatre/showtunes
steven universe songs
five nights at freddys songs
disney movie/tv songs
hazbin hotel/helluva boss songs
homestuck songs
anime ops/eds
anything made by lin manuel miranda
anything made by at least one of the beatles
anything produced by jack antonoff
all kpop groups and artists from SM, YG, JYP, and HYBE/big hit
restricted artists
when in doubt, use ctrl-f or a similar find/search function
mother mother
lemon demon/neil cicierega
my chemical romance
fall out boy
panic! at the disco
imagine dragons
bastille
linkin park
paramore
derivakat
billie eilish
mitski
marina
mountain goats
penelope scott
cavetown
florence and the machine
halsey
oh hellos
crane wives
sleeping at last
ajr
will wood
ricky montgomery
hozier
jack stauber
twenty one pilots
idk how but they found me
coldplay
lana del rey
taylor swift
harry styles
glass animals
conan grey
tally hall
cigarettes after sex
arctic monkeys
machine gun kelly
eminem
phoebe bridgers
bo burnham
olivia rodrigo
beebadoobee
mumford and sons
melanie martinez
lovejoy/wilbur soot
beach bunny
mac miller
joji
weezer
ac/dc
nine inch nails
ajj
the weeknd
david bowie
they might be giants
vampire weekend
the chainsmokers
car seat headrest
joy division
maneskin
cosmo sheldrake
led zeppelin
guns and roses
radiohead
the national
cage the elephant
tegan and sara
black country new road
mxmtoon
bill wurtz
muse
rob zombie
the white stripes
oingo boingo
major lazer
zedd
iron maiden
gorillaz
metallica
marshmello
mori calliope
corpse
tones and i
glaive
all time low
simon and garfunkel
lewis capaldi
arcade fire
slipknot
foo fighters
girl in red
death cab for cutie
of monsters and men
ghost
tramp stamps
sufjan stevens
depeche mode
chvrches
oasis
system of a down
rammstein
porter robinson
#vv.txt#music#musicblr#playlist#playlist challenge#tumblr music#fandom#fandom playlist#reblog game#tag game#reblog meme#tag meme
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hello! since i’m finally moved and settled into my new place, i have a ton of muse to write and i’m looking for new partners and friends who are interested in writing with me! if you want to do threads with someone who will literally message you at 3am with random headcanons, musings and create graphics ( manips, videos, gifs manips, crackships, etc ) for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already.
faceclaims i’d love to play!
ana de armas*
florence pugh
jessica alexander
greta onieogou
simone ashley
phoebe dynevor
adelaide kane*
casimere jollette
olivia holt
hande ercel*
melisa pamuk*
dakota johnson*
josefine frida pettersen
madelyn cline*
madison bailey
lily james*
lily collins*
sydney sweeney*
alexa demie*
gabriella wilde*
sofia carson
kristine froseth
haley lu richardson
romee strijd
candice swanepoel
anya taylor joy
laura harrier
nina dobrev*
imogen poots*
minka kelly
madelaine petsch
zoey deutch
camila queiroz*
zendaya
josephine langford*
kaylee bryant
danielle rose russell
halston sage*
emily ratajkowski*
benedetta porcaroli
scarlett leithold
margot robbie*
camila mendes
josefine frida pattersen
danielle campbell*
camila morrone
maia mitchell
alycia debnam-carey
phoebe tonkin
abigail cowen*
elle fanning
dove cameron
emma mackey
kathryn newton*
faceclaims i’d love to play against!
any of the ladies above.
henry cavill**
ben barnes**
jonathan bailey*
clayton cardenas
jd pardo
rudy pankow*
felix mallard
chase stokes
rege jean-page
andrew garfield
dacre montgomery
joe keery *
david harbour
sebastian stan*
lorenzo zurzolo
alex fitzalan*
dylan o’brien*
nick robinson*
manny montana
chris evans*
jordan connor
casey deidrick *
milo ventimiglia*
tommy martinez *
dj cotrona *
charlie hunnam *
jeffrey dean morgan *
tom hardy
jason momoa
wolfga.ng novogratz*
harry styles
jacob elordi*
giuseppe maggio
ships i’d love to do!
any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f )
ben barnes & ana de armas*
ben barnes & sydney sweeney**
ben barnes & lily collins*
ben barnes & phoebe tonkin*
ben barnes & adelaide kane ( royal/bridgerton era plot )*
ben barnes & phoebe dynevor ( royal/bridgerton era plot )**
ben barnes & bruna marquezine ( royal/bridgerton era plot )**
ben barnes & anya chalotra ( royal/bridgerton era plot )**
rege jean-page & simone ashley ( royal/bridgerton era plot )**
rege jean-page & anya taylor joy ( royal/bridgerton era plot )
jonathan bailey & simone ashley* ( royal/bridgerton era plot )
jonathan bailey & lily james*** ( royal/bridgerton era plot )****
henry cavill & adelaide kane** ( royal/bridgerton era plot )****
henry cavill & jodie comer ( royal/bridgerton era plot )
daniel charman & adelaide kane ( royal/bridgerton era plot )*
daniel sharman & jodie comer ( royal/bridgerton era plot )*
jd pardo & florence pugh
jd pardo & phoebe tonkin*
nick robinson & sydney sweeney
nick robinson & alexa demie
danielle campbell & casey deidrick*
casey deidrick & margot robbie
danielle rose russell & danielle campbell
danielle rose russell & kaylee bryant
clayton cardenas & lily james
clayton cardenas & phoebe tonkin*
hande ercel & can yaman*
dylan o’brien & kristine froseth*
dylan o’brien & danielle rose russell
dylan o’brien & josephine langford
jacob elordi & sydney sweeney
jacob elordi & josephine langford*
dacre montgomery & madelaine petsch
jamie dornan & josephine langford*
henry cavill & dakota johnson*
ana de armas & dj cotrona
rudy pankow & kristine froseth*
rudy pankow & sydney sweeney*
felix mallard & kristine froseth
felix mallard & sydney sweeney*
bill skarsgard & madelaine petsch
camila mendes & dj cotrona
lily james & charlie hunnam
dakota johnson & sebastian stan*
sebastian stan & ana de armas&
chris evans & margot robbie
chris evans & ana de armas
ana de armas & manny montana
cindy kimberly & harry styles
chase stokes & madelyn cline*
madison bailey & madelyn cline
dove cameron & sofia carson
benedetta porcaroli & alice pagani*
cindy kimberly & madison beer
kathryn newton & alex fitzalan
manny montana & camila mendes*
danielle campbell & skeet ulrich
hero fiennes tiffin & alexa demie
madison davenport & dj cotrona*
sydney sweeney & charlie hunnam*
ana de armas & margot robbie
& anyone.
canon ships i’d love to do!
my marissa cooper ( madelyn cline ) & ryan atwood ( choose his fc )
my serena van der woodsen ( benedetta porcaroli/tba. ) & nate archibald ( choose his fc!)
my blair waldorf ( sofia carson ) & chuck bass ( choose his fc!)
my peyton sawyer ( kathryn newton ) & lucas scott ( choose his fc! )
my hayley james ( zoey deutch) & nathan scott ( choose his fc! )
my brooke davis ( danielle campbell ) & lucas scott ( choose his fc! )
plots id love to do!
bridgerton era plots**
royal plots**
g.ang/c.rime plots**
zombie apocalypse plots
mc/b.iker/sons of anarchy plots!!!!!!***
nanny/single dad**
famous plots!!
grumpy ceo/soft lil assistant**
best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angsty )
soul mate plots! i have a whole lore for this plot so ..
supernatural plots
best friend’s brother/brother’s best friend heh
age ga.p stuff? ( both fcs over the age of 21 tho ) **
sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots*
bodyguard/client pls!!!!!!**
i really want a plot where a son of a dangerous and feared m.obster is put in charge of managing his father’s stri.p club and falls for one of the dancers.
someone give me “you’re my best friend’s innocent little sister and i’ve known you since you were in like 4th grade but somehow you got super f.ucking hot and you live next door and have a habit of dancing in front of your window in your un.derwear.”
um, give me a plot where she used to be this s.exy, wild girl and had a bad boy boyfriend to match but when he turned eighteen he was caught for some cr.ime and sent to pris.on for a couple years. he came out fully expecting for her to be waiting for him but when he finds her she’s this prim and proper girl who is dating some pretentious ivy league di.ck. she pretends to be happy with her vanilla, boring relationship, but soon he wraps her up in his world again.
y’all. i need an ‘i’ve got no where to live, so i went to a fancy hotel pretending i’m rich & fancy af, and pretended to be your wife in order to get the key to your room. but please don’t yell and kick me out when you see me laying in your bed with your robe on while watching pay per view on the tv and eating the mini bar snacks. but wait, this works out in your favor? now i have to actually pretend to be your wife so your crazy mother will get off your back about marriage? as long as i get to keep all the clothes you buy me’ plot.
basic plot idea where my muse is kind of cold and unaffectionate with anyone, but is friends with your muse who recently went through a bad breakup. my muse suggests or agrees to fake being in a relationship with your muse to make their ex jealous. but then my muse starts to like the fake relationship a little too much and falls for yours
*whispers* single dad ( hell maybe not so single dad ) & nanny plot. where she’s got the biggest infatuation with him and he’s trying his best to ignore how good she looks in her short skirts and dresses. her “accidentally” bumping into him in nothing but a towel. late nights completely tired after getting the baby to bed and falling asleep on the couch together. her finally showing up in his bedroom in nothing but li.ngerie ;)
but like imagine you and best friend luke are just on his bed tickling each other and play fighting and then suddenly he flips you over onto your back and pins your arms above your head and he’s all smirking because he knows you wont be able to get away and your tshirt is after riding up and he gives you this wicked grin and starts blowing raspberries on your tummy and you’re giggling and squealing telling him to stop because it tickles but he just continues, but soon his raspberries turn into kisses that trail down your stomach towards the hem of your sweatpants and he looks up at you through his eyelashes as if looking for approval and you just nod your head and he starts tugging your sweats down and let’s just say you’re not exactly just friends after**
what about a s.ugar baby plot where she used to be st.ripper/ca.ll girl that is given the opportunity to drop that job in order to be full time for her high paying client. she goes from living pay check to pay check to going on vacations in ex.otic places and drinking the finest of champagne. the lifestyle is almost addicting to her so when he asks her to be his girlfriend she doesn’t think twice?? it isn’t until other girls flirt with him that she realize that feelings might be involved :))
can i pls have a plot where the guy is like a street figh.ter but he’s rly rly good and he’s trying to make an actual career out of it and actually joins a boxing gym to train and fight professional boxers but in comes the worried ex-girlfriend who’s trying to talk him out of everything and they still have feelings for each other but he’s always trying to convince her that he’s no good for her and like pushes her away constantly but he also knows he can’t live without her and she can’t live without him so she eventually decides to support him even though she’s still lowkey against it all so she goes to his fights and stuff and makes him his breakfast and does his laundry and takes care of him but there can be like arguments and lots of crying when he comes home every night with fresh w.ounds and b.ruises!!!!! imagine the angst and tears and kissing and s.ex and yelling pls gimme gimme
someone should give me a plot with this big bad ga.ng leader and his super soft and cute girlfriend that has him wrapped around her finger. like he’s a feared man, which she doesn’t really care about. and she’s there to patch him up and while he usually tries to hide her away from the cruel world he’s in whenever he isn’t there with her, she just patiently waits for him when he’s out and about doing his business and he’s so fascinated by her and no matter how much of a bad guy he is, he’s just so soft for her and he’d do anything for her!!! and then his most precious possession gets k.dnaped and shit goes down snsnsns
an actor or musician who kno.cks up a one night s.tand/fling while he’s shooting on location/on tour and they decide to keep the baby and co-parent platonically but she wants their kid to have a normal life so they keep their baby a secret from the press. they manage this for years, him flying out to visit when he can but he starts to get more famous and people start digging into his past and they’re exposed and have to deal with the fall out and also!! possible!! feelings!! for each other!!
i just want a plot where muse a has been in this friends with ben.efits thing with muse b bc they both just wanted to lose their v.irginity already (they’ve been neighbours and fwb since they were sixteen) and now he became a manwh.ore. they are completely different at college (i thought of a bad boy/”good” girl kinda thing) but when muse a says she wants it to stop bc she wants to try to have a real relationship with someone else, muse b realises he doesn’t want it to end bc he rlly likes her ??? and hes still such a dick but he starts to give her more attention at uni to try to manipulate her to stay bc she’s the realest thing he’s ever had and he just doesn’t know how to stop the whole bad boy persona !!give it to me pls
give me the cliche - good girl falls in love with bad boy/girl/non-binary, her parents despise him and fo.rbid her from seeing him/her/them ( all romeo & juliet style ), so the two run away to vegas and get married in a 24 hour chapel by an elvis impersonator. queue extra angst, s.exual tension, cheesy honeymoon suites with heart shaped beds. yes yes yes.
please an arranged marriage between two socilaite families/ big names in their city. but like she’s still stuck in the party stage and f.ucking up because she’s upset with her parents or unhappy with her life and he’s dealing with a lot of pressure and stress from his family to take over the family bussiness and it’s just two polar opposites but it could be super cute sometimes when she gets super d.runk and he picks her up and hold her hair back when she thro.ws up and stays up to give her a glass of water and make sure she sleeps well even though he has a huge meeting in the morning that he should be resting for. but also the angst and the fights and the ‘i didnt ask for this’ and making each other jealous and se..xual tension and fcuk pls
okay so when is someone gonna give me a ship where’s its a professional athlete (probs football) and an actress/singer and they’re dating or maybe married but they’re total goals and so supportive of each others careers and are constantly posting about each other on social media and they might not always be able to be together but she goes to his games when she’s around and looks super cute in his jersey and he’s always going to her premieres/concerts and i just need celebrity power couples
i’m craving a plot where a girl matches up with her best friends brother on t.inder and every time she sleeps over from then on she sneaks into his room to spend the night after the best friend has fallen asleep like please and thank you
someone give me a thread where this rich dude falls for the normal down to earth girl nd introduces her to his world full of private jets nd yachts nd all that stuff and yes please *
no but gimme a plot where the girl’s a m.ob boss’s daughter, and the boy is a cop fresh outta the academy and he doesn’t realize that the girl he’s been flirting with is the daughter of the guy he’s trying to get behind bars.
plot: rich business man tries out a c.all girl (inexperienced and much younger) but they end up having a+++ s.ex (can be v rough bc he’s so stressed) so he ends up calling her up quite often and they grow attached to each other xcept there can be drama bc a) he’s married or engaged or something or b) he wants to keep them a secret or maybe even she tells him that she doesn’t date clients and ahhh yeah pls gimme
hi somebody pls give me a summer camp plot where they’re both camp counselors !! it’d be hella cute tbh, like imagine giving each other these lil yarn bracelets they made during arts + crafts ? also lil dates at the lake after everyone’s asleep + they’re just there getting h.igh + skin.ny dipping ??*
during a bank rob.bery you’re surprised when the criminals seem to recognize you and retreat in fear. only later do you learn that your high school sweet-heart now runs a global crim.e syndicate and has you placed on a “no harm” list. you decide to pay them a visit after all these years.*
muse a is in college and decides to become a stri,pper at an elite club to pay for her tuition. the club is run by this m.afia boss, muse b, who’s enchanted with her from the get-go and the feeling was mutual. so for the next year, on every friday night, muse b books a private dance from her for two hours, and muse a who has only been comfortable giving them to him and no one else, starts to look forward to it every time. she knows he’s dangerous but he doesn’t scare her like he probably should and every week the tension becomes thicker and thicker… i think it would b very cool to develop this and see what could happen when they eventually hook up. muse b doesn’t want to bring her into his world, not wanting for her to get hurt but the heart wants what it wants. 😈*
god i just got an imagine of a trophy wife who is way younger than her husband. as in she’s in her second year of college and he’s in his thirties. she is absolutely spoiled by him and she’s all too eager to please him in & out of bed. for all intends and purposes he seems like he’s in charge. he’s older. he has the money. yet he is so weak for her and wanting to give her the world. yet when they’re in the bedroom he f.ucks her like he doesn’t love her and she’s too into it. someone let me play this out. *
can i please have a precious lil broke girl who’s working herself to the bone as a waitress or something to put herself through college, meeting a wealthy older man who becomes totally smitten with her and wants to take care of her but she’s not used to not doing everything herself and he does stuff like renting out her entire restaurant on days she’s supposed to work bc he wants to see her, and taking her shopping so she has stuff to wear to his super fancy business galas, and constantly buying her fancy sparkly gifts, and there’s angst bc all the rich ladies are like ‘oh shes just his s.ugar baby/midlife crisis’ and she’s all ‘i don’t belong in your world’ and just please give me this xoxo *
okay so um i need a plot where this like young precious innocent lil cinnamon roll of a girl somehow stumbles upon some kinda se.xy chatroom thing (that may or may not be p.rison/inm.ate related) and starts chatting with this older guy who’s in prison (bc he was in a ga.ng or dr.ug ring or something, nothing too crazy ok) and they spend like months chatting pretty soon he convinces her to send him pictures and he gives her like d.irty little ‘missions’ (like wear vib,rating panti.es to college and take nud.es in public places and stuff like that) and then he eventually gets out of pri.son and they meet but she’s still a vi.rgin and he’s spent months not getting any and like can i please just have this debauchery
a f.ucked up modern day marriage plot where a rival m.ob boss marries his daughter, muse a, off to muse b to calm the tension between the families. at first they hate each other, but once forced to live together, they start warming up to each other, too stubborn to let it show. then one night he comes back from an important deal gone wrong, his face is f.ucked up and he’s feverish and she takes care of him all night and etc etc etc…i need it?
okay so i read a fanfic with this plot and i can’t stop thinking about it and i really would love to do it with someone if anyone is interested! basically, muse a and muse b have been best friends their entire life, they were always that duo everyone thought would end up together but things never went in a romantic route ( other than a few drunk kisses they never talked about throughout their late teens ) and now muse a has been dating his girlfriend for the last two years but was still just as close with muse b despite his girlfriend’s hidden jealousy. they’re now in their mid-twenties and muse a really wants to have a child and to start a family but his girlfriend is unable to carry them due to medical reasons. the topic of surrogates is brought up when he and muse b are hanging out one night and since she would do anything to make her best friend happy, she offers to carry his baby. after a sperm donation and a visit to the clinic, muse b finds out two weeks later that she’s pregnant and muse a couldn’t be happier and believes his girlfriend is just as over the moon as he is. unfortunately, she isn’t. it’s not until muse b is over four months pregnant that his girlfriend drops a bombshell – she doesn’t want to be a mother and she thought that she’d change her mind as things went further along but she can’t. the break up comes next and overwhelmed by the turn of events, muse b starts to panic and wonder what the hell she’s going to do. even though half of the baby’s dna is her own, she hadn’t been prepared to actually raise it but luckily muse a doesn’t bring up his expectations on the matter. he still wants to be a dad but doesn’t want to make muse b feel any pressure to be by his side when the baby is born. they don’t talk about it for the next few weeks and as time goes on, they get closer. muse a is super supportive and involved with the pregnancy, making sure to go to the doctor appointments with her and prenatal classes. he brushes off her mood swings and when she’s craving chocolate cupcakes at two in the morning, he doesn’t think twice about getting up and going to the store to get them for her. feelings start to develop and muse b comes to the conclusion that she’s inlove with him and thinks she always has been, despite wanting to push those feelings away when they were growing up. muse b also realizes that she wants to raise the baby with him and after an emotional conversation and mutual confessions come to light, they end up sleeping together and all seems like it’s falling into place. it’s not until the morning after that muse a gets a phone call from his ex, who suddenly has a change of heart and wants to get back together. to be a mother like they had originally planned… drama ensues.
when the m.ob princess meets the m.ob prince: forbi.dden love is always angsty so why not do that and add rival g.angs to the mix? muse a is the daughter of the head boss of the local g.ang and is sick and tired of having her life controlled by her overprotective father. so, to rebel against his wishes after an argument, muse a decides to go to a nightclub that her father had always f.orbidden her to attend. unknown to her, the club is run by the rival ga.ng’s boss’ son, muse b, and not knowing who she is, can’t stop looking at her on the dance floor. they eventually bump into each other and after having a few drinks, end up at muse a’s apartment and they ho.ok up. i was thinking they both never brought up their families and their true professions and maybe start to hang out/go on dates and then bam, the truth comes out and drama begins. especially when they can’t stay away from each other.
a plot where he’s a little too old for her but she doesn’t care. he thinks she’s immature and too reckless with her behavior. but she’s he.llbent on proving him otherwise. so she applies for the position of his new personal assistant and he can’t help but appreciate her determination. of course he hires her but he does nothing short of giving her a hard time because this is her first job and she has no idea what she’s doing. but crap he finds her crying in the bathroom and his first instinct is to hold her and comfort her. he can’t believe he’s the cause of this and wises up fast. also maybe it has to do with his now urge to protect her.
i need a famous ship where they’re both insanely busy with album recordings & red carpets & tours & they’re trying to make this whole long distance relationship work but with the time differences & going months without seeing each other it’s difficult, not to mention all the rumors & shit. but then there’s all the cute things like showing up on tour to surprise each other & going to award shows together & just finally seeing each other again after going so long with only facetime dates, missed calls, & late night texts to get them by. honestly idek where i’m going with this i just know that i really want it ??? but like this or message me & we can figure everything out k cool
#indie rp#indie oc rp#indie bi rp#indie crime rp#indie smut rp#1x1 rp#indie period rp#indie royal rp#indie historical rp#open indie rp#1x1 plot#indie bridgerton rp#indie regency rp#open rp#added new plots & ships !!#come write with me ! 🌸
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"there you are… i'd heard there was a new employee starting this morning." the woman smirks playfully as she rounds the corner. "fresh new assignment just landed for you—" vague as her words are, there's no mistaking her intent when her thick c.ock slaps down on the desk in front of them, far bigger soft than most people would be hard. "very urgent, if you don’t mind."
open to: subby f/femme faces
plot: newest girl at the office is the office s.lut. they might have thought everyone was joking but it turns out they were not
kinks: free use, exhibition, size kink, etc -- no non/d.ubcon vibes tho pls
for my muse, pick from: nicola, maya, dom, or test muses caitlin (m.inka kelly), victoria (a.ubrey plaza), alexa (t.aylor swift), ariana (em.rata)
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EVERY NEW ALBUM I LISTENED TO MY FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE!
Albums:
Be the Cowboy- Mitski
Black Holes and Revelations- Muse
Born to Die- Lana Del Rey
Breakaway- Kelly Clarkson
Bridge Over Troubled Water- Simon and Garfunkel
Bury Me at Makeout Creek- Mitski
Color the Small One- Sia
The Division Bell- Pink Floyd
The Dream Chapter: Eternity- TxT
Exile in Guyville- Liz Phair
The Firewatcher’s Daughter- Brandi Carlile
Foxlore- Crane Wives
Frontiers- Journey
Funhouse- P!nk
Go Farther in Lightness- Gang of Youths
Good Kid, M.A.A.D City- Kendrick Lamar
Ice and Fire- Elton John
The Idler Wheel- Fiona Apple
Illmatic- Nas
In Life- Stray Kids
Lemonade- Beyonce
Let It Lose- Gloria Estefan
Listen Without Prejudice- George Michael
Lungs- Florence + the Machine
Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness- Smashing Pumpkins
Midnights- Taylor Swift
The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill- Lauryn Hill
Mono- RM
Nevermind- Nirvana
Never Mind the Bollocks- The Sex Pistols
Norman F**king Rockwell!- Lana Del Rey
Pablo Honey- Radiohead
Plastic Hearts- Miley Cyrus
Renaissance- Beyonce
Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk- Jeff Buckley
Tidal- Fiona Apple
To Pimp a Butterfly- Kendrick Lamar
Use Your Illusion- Guns N Roses
Wasteland, Baby!- Hozier
Wednesday Morning, 3 AM- Simon and Garfunkel
30- Adele
I’d have to say To Pimp a Butterfly was definitely my favorite, followed by Lemonade, Lungs, Tidal, Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, Go Farther in Lightness, Bury Me at Makeout Creek and Wasteland Baby, but there were so many more awesome ones
#music#albums#rock#hip hop#singer-songwriter#pop music#mitski#lana del rey#kpop#muse#florence + the machine#beyonce#kendrick lamar#Fiona apple#simon and garfunkel
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" well, then. " a sigh is released, and with it, goes fiachra's careful construction of a false, innocent identity. " it's painfully obvious that you know i'm not a boring old tourist. so why don't we just cut to the chase? no more facades. sound good? "
OPEN STARTER. / STARRING: FIACHRA KELLY.
#( ' BUFFET-STYLE. ' / OPEN STARTER. )#( MUSE: F. KELLY. )#( ur muse can be observant as hell! )#( or maybe they noticed aisling's reaction to seeing him in the cctv footage! )
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LIKE THIS POST for a starter from my northern houses muses during the MAIN ASOIAF/ROBERT'S REBELLION ERA. specify if you want a specific muse (or several and i'll pick). if you are a multimuse, choose your muses, or else I will ignore because I'm not good at choosing.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—stark
❝ NED STARK . . . — STARK [the quiet wolf.]
hand of the king︱pansexual, his/him. ︱ sean bean.
❝ JEYNE WESTERLYING . . . — STARK [the bloodied stones.]
lady. robb stark's queen︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ Synnove Karlsen.
❝ CATELYN STARK . . . — STARK [the mother of wolves.]
ned stark's wife. tully.︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ michelle fairley/daisy head.
❝ LYANNA STARK . . . — STARK [the she wolf.]*
robert' bethroded, jon's mother.︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ adelaide kane.
❝ BRANDON STARK . . . — STARK [the winter wolf.]*
heir to winterfell. elder brother.︱pansexual, he/his. ︱ clive standen.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—forrester
❝ ASHER FORRESTER . . . — FORRESTER [the prodigal son.]
lordo f ironrath︱bisexual, he/him. ︱ liam mcintyre.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—poole
❝ JEYNE POOLE . . . — POOLE [rhymes with pain.]
former lady bolton. thought to be arya stark. mother to baby cat.︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ elinor crawley.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—manderly
❝ WYNAFRYD MANDERLY . . . — MANDERLY [the north beacon.]
lady of the north︱heterosexual, she/her. ︱ bella dayne.
❝ WYLLA MANDERLY . . . — MANDERLY [the green mermaid.]
lady of the north︱heterosexual, she/her. ︱ alicia agneson.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—cassel
❝ BETH CASSEL . . . — CASSEL [the lady cassel.]
head of house cassel..︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ amy james kelly.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—free folk
❝ VAL . . . — FREE FOLK [wild princess.]
the freefolk royal.︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ gaia weiss
❝ HOUSE . . . .—mormont
❝ JORAH MORMONT . . . — MORMONT [the bear knight.]
exiled knight, advisor of daenerys targaryen ︱bisexual, he/him. ︱ iain glen.
❝ JORELLE MORMONT . . . — MORMONT [the quiet one.]
lady in waiting for her sister. she bear of bear island. ︱demiromantic, she/her. ︱ eleanor tomlinson.
❝ MARA MORMONT . . . — MORMONT [the green bear.]
daughter of jorah and his second wife, desinherited heir of bear island. hers/she. ︱ matilda de angelis.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—tallheart
❝ EDDARA TALLHEART . . . — TALLHEART [the lady of torrhen's square.]
head of house tallheart.︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ jessica green.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—karstark
❝ ALYS KARSTARK . . . — KARSTARK [the grey lady.]
heir of karhold.︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ genevieve gaunt.
❝ HOUSE . . . .—umber
❝ JAYDA UMBER . . . — UMBER [lady of the north.]
lady of the last hearth︱bisexual, she/her. ︱ charlie murphy.
#⸻ . ✷ ❛ out of character ❜ 〉the dead are coming .#⸻ . ✷ ❛ interactions❜ 〉starter calls .#my northern propaganda
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PLOT BUNNIES - F/F
e aí pessoal, tudo tranquilo? nesse post eu trago pra vocês alguns plots que passaram pela minha cabecinha. mas especificamente, plots pensados para f/f. claro que poderiam ser adaptados para qualquer jogo que vocês quiserem, mas foram idealizados como f/f incialmente! espero que gostem e se divirtam em seus jogos! 💙
enemies to lovers:
muse A é jogadora no time de futebol/basquete/vôlei da faculdade enquanto muse B é capitã das líderes de torcida. é notável que ambas se detestam, porém tudo muda quando muse A acaba batendo no carro de muse B sem querer e é obrigada a dar carona para a garota até que o carro dela esteja pronto (inspirado no livro "she drives me crazy" escrito pela kelly quindlen ou "a jogada do amor" em ptbr).
trabalhar em equipe pode ser muito desgastante, ainda mais quando alguns membros não se dão bem. muse A e muse B trabalham numa grande revista de moda e são responsáveis por montar 2 looks para cada edição, então precisam ser perfeitos. porém, as duas não podiam ter visões mais distintas. enquanto muse A tinha um gosto mais vanguardista e moderno, muse B gostava de peças e silhuetas clássicas. com a deadline se aproximando, as duas precisam aprender como trabalhar juntas.
reencontrar um antigo amor pode parecer bom para algumas pessoas, mas para muse A era um pesadelo. seu relacionamento com muse B não acabou em bons termos e ela mal conseguiu acreditar quando descobriu que sua ex namorada estava participando do mesmo processo seletivo que ela. o lado bom? muse A conhece muse B o suficiente para saber todos os seus prontos fracos. o lado ruim? muse B também conhece muse A como ninguém.
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muse A acabou de começar em seu novo emprego e, sempre quando chegava, cumprimentava a recepcionista muse B. com o passar do tempo, muse A começou a receber pequenos mimos como uma latinha de refrigerante, um bombom, um chocolate, etc. esses mimos eram entregues por muse B na recepção, que avisava que alguém havia deixado aquilo ali para muse A. mas na verdade, era a própria muse B que comprava os agrados para tentar ser notada por muse A.
melhores amigas desde os 12 anos, muse A tem fortes sentimentos por muse B, mas nenhuma coragem pra confessá-los. agora com 18 anos e prestes a se formarem no ensino médio, muse A faz uma promessa pra si mesma que irá contar tudo a muse B até o fim da viagem de formatura da turma delas.
forçada pelos seus amigos, muse A cria um perfil no tinder para tentar esquecer seu ex relacionamento. planejava deletar depois de alguns dias, pois não tinha interesse naquele tipo de coisa. mas acaba dando match com muse B e as duas começam a conversar e tudo é tão divertido que ela simplesmente esquece de deletar o aplicativo…
fantasia (não é minha especialidade então já me desculpo de antemão)
muse A e muse B estudam na mesma escola de magia, mas não se dão nada bem, sendo notório o desgosto mútuo entre as duas. porém, um certo dia as duas começam a perceber algo estranho, elas conseguem ouvir os pensamentos uma da outra. como se já não fosse ruim o bastante, as duas também começam a sentir o que a outra sente. desesperadas, muse A e muse B resolvem unir forças para descobrir como quebrar essa ligação.
ser uma vampira recém formada não é nada agradável, muse A sentia sede o tempo inteiro, mas era medrosa demais para atacar alguém. ficava passeando pelos arredores da cidade de noite tentando arranjar coragem para fazer sua vítima, então viu muse B quando ela estava saindo do campus após suas aulas. o cheiro de muse B deixou muse A louca, então decidiu que beberia o sangue daquela garota de todo jeito. entrou num beco e esperou muse B passar por ali, mas o que não esperava era que a humana fosse mais esperta do que o previsto, pois assim que muse A a segurou, muse B deu um soco na vampira. ela estava prestes a correr dali, quando muse A começou a chorar e se lamentar, o que estranhamente fez muse B ficar curiosa e com pena ao mesmo tempo. mesmo sabendo que era uma péssima ideia, conversou com a garota e descobriu que ela era uma vampira faminta e que não conseguia atacar ninguém, mas que precisava se alimentar e estava ficando mais fraca a cada dia. muse B resolve oferecer um pouco do seu sangue a muse A porque notava que a garota realmente parecia fraca. depois disso, as duas desenvolvem um acordo que muse B alimentaria muse A uma vez por dia, na mesma hora (eu não sei condensar coisas, perdão).
muse A foi para uma festa do pessoal da faculdade, não gostava muito daqueles ambientes então ficou quieta a maior parte do tempo até ver muse B, uma garota desconhecida e encantadora. as duas dançaram juntas, conversaram, se beijaram e resolveram sair dali para um lugar mais discreto. as duas foram andando até a praia onde muse A insistiu que as duas entrassem na água porque ela amava tudo aquilo. mesmo insegura, muse B cede ao pedido e entra com ela na água. o que muse A não esperava era que após fica submersa na água, muse B se revela uma sereia. (inspirado no clipe “only you” de cheat codes com little mix).
#haru ! plots#plot bunnies#f/f plots#plot bunny#1x1 br#1x1 brasil#1x1 krpbr#resources ! plots#haru ! meus
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We're back at it again this week with a great little playlist! Check it out, and give it a listen! And don't forget to check out these amazing fics, one of which has already been released!
REMINDER: we are now bimonthly (1st and 3rd Tuesdays of the month)! You can send us your music inspo songs at anytime, and we will post them on the next playlist release day. Also, if you send us a song of a fic that has already been posted, let us know! Send us the link! Tag us! We would love to signal boost you!
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@ao719
“Rush” - Lewis Capaldi ft. Jessie Reyez; Best Kept Secrets, Chapter 5: Lost in The Rush (TRR; Liam x f!OC)
@charlotteg234
“Power Over Me” - Dermot Kennedy; Don’t Break, Chapter 4 [TRR AU; f!OC (Kelly Carter) x ??]
“All That Really Matters” - Illenium & Teddy Swims; Don’t Break, future chapter [TRR AU; f!OC (Kelly Carter) x ??]
@karahalloway
“Supermassive Black Hole” - Muse; Sleepless in New York, Chapter 5: Find Me In Da Club [TRR; Drake Walker x f!OC (Harper Gale)]
@queenrileyrose
“29 - Acoustic” - Run River North; Would’ve Gave It All, Part 4: You’re Telling Me to Let Go (TRR/RoE AU; Leo x Riley)
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#Spotify#mood music monday#moodmusicmonday#spotify#choices fanfic#music inspo#choices fanfiction#choices mmm#choices mood music monday#choices music inspo#the royal romance
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That time Doctor Who did Tales from the Hood and the Olympics
Content warning: I will speak briefly about domestic abuse at a couple of points in this review. Feel free to skip this one if that’s too much for you.
They say horror and comedy share similar beats. That the rhythms of their narrative structure are comparable. This is probably why I have always struggled with getting into the horror genre. Much like a comedy, if the premise is weak, you pray it’s brief. This is probably why one of my favourite subgenres of horror is the anthology movie. Tales from the Crypt, Creepshow, Trick-’R-Treat, The Vault of Horror are just a few. But one of my favourites of the lot is a charming film referred to as “Tales from the Hood.” Its cheeky title, an obvious riff off of the then popular “Tales from the Crypt,” franchise, told you everything you needed to know. This was a horror anthology movie made from a black perspective. It stars the electric Clarence Williams III as “Mr Simms,” the movie’s analogue Cryptkeeper. And it’s a lot of fun.
Of the film’s four different stories, my favourite as a kid was always “Boys Do Get Bruised.” In it, a young boy named Walter discovers he has the ability to affect things in the real world after drawing them. He learns this after crumpling a drawing of his bully coincides with his bully meeting a terrible and maiming accident. Throughout the story, both Walter and his mother Sissy are subject to the violent outbursts of Sissy’s boyfriend Carl (played brilliantly by an against type David Allen Grier). Walter refers to Carl as “The Monster,” and draws him as such. Toward the climax of the story, Walter protects himself and Sissy by folding, twisting, and eventually burning the image of the Monster. You can imagine my surprise then, when Doctor Who told basically the same story eleven years later with “Fear Her.”
In Fear Her, we’re introduced to the residents of the appropriately named Dame Kelly Holmes Close, a residential street scheduled to be part of the Olympic torch runner route for the then-upcoming 2012 London Olympics. The local council has taken a keen interest in beautifying their roads to allow Britain to put its best foot forward on the international stage. Only something far more troubling than potholes is afoot, and everyone knows it. No amount of beautification or proud waving of the Union Jack can hide the fact that there are children going missing. Unbeknownst to most of the residents, it all relates back to young Chloe Webber and her bizarre ability to capture people, animals, and objects within her childish drawings.
The TARDIS arrives in what may be one of the funniest materialisation scenes in Doctor Who history with the Doctor needing to readjust the parking. The Doctor and Rose exit, seemingly in high spirits. From my research, I learned that this script had been written pretty early on into Tennant’s tenure as the Tenth Doctor. Because of this, much of the dialogue was written for any Doctor to deliver. I found this funny as I feel some of Tennant’s funniest one-liners come from this episode. Such as when he muses that back in 1948 “everyone had a tea party to go to,” and then goes on to wax philosophic about those little edible ball-bearings on cakes. If that is boilerplate Doctor dialogue, I love it. That said, the Doctor and Rose’s flirting feels out of character and tacked on at times. While the Doctor is busy distracting himself with his own haircare routine, Rose gets the first whiff of danger after witnessing a cat go missing.
After doing a bit of very obvious snooping, the Doctor and Rose have brought themselves to the attention of half the neighbourhood. It’s the concerned elderly woman, Maeve who thinks something is taking the children. Council worker, Kel, is more concerned with smoothing out the pavement of the roads to have noticed much. So the Doctor and Rose go knocking on doors. Meanwhile, Chloe Webber spies their activities from the birdseye view of her first-floor bedroom window. Whatever force has taken over Chole fears what changes these newcomers will bring and it begins to formulate a plan. But through frustration Chloe scribbles across the page, causing a tangled ball of graphite to manifest and attack Rose.
The Doctor uses a bit of sonic screwdriver magic to neutralise the threat, rendering the graphite knot conveniently travel-sized. He then takes the ball back to the TARDIS, where analysis reveals its compounds are pencil lead. I imagine much of the ire for this story comes from Chloe’s being able to draw things in and out of existence, which is fair. Personally speaking, I’ve always loved that concept, ever since I was a kid. It wasn’t just Tales from the Hood either. Eerie, Indiana did a similar story as well. I loved Kyle Rayner as the Green Lantern because he was an artist able to “draw,” things into existence using his lantern ring. I get that it may be a little too far-fetched for some, but I hold that Doctor Who is not hard sci-fi. I would argue that it’s not even sci-fi. But really, I think the weakest element of this story has got to be the inclusion of the Olympics.
For starters, this episode came out in 2006. Matthew Graham has gone on record saying that this episode was written for children. So why then, is it so far from the actual Olympics? It’s not as though this is some sort of corporate mandate from the higher-ups at the BBC to generate synergy or whatever. Maybe if the Olympics were in two years, it would have made more sense. With that in mind, it appears to be more of a conscious decision, and what a weird one. If this story was written for six-year-olds, its subject matter wouldn’t come into fruition until they were twice their age. This isn’t really a negative, I simply find it odd.
Even stranger is the fact that this story wasn’t originally supposed to take place on Earth, so the inclusion of the Olympics had to come much later. In trying to understand the usage of the Olympics, I reverse-engineered the story in many different ways to see if it could tell the same story without all of the saccharine nationalism and honestly, I kept coming back to it being somewhat essential to the story. The most likely explanation is that the Olympics are fun and that the story being set in the near future added a bit of realism. Sure, fine, but is that the only function they play?
As I mentioned earlier, Councilman Kel has been proudly minding the pavement with precision as if the Queen herself were running the torch. There’s a sort of gooey sentimentality toward Britain and its inclusion in the proud tradition of the Olympic games. But within this cloying nationalism is a hint of mockery. You can clean up the pavement and shoo away the homeless, but you can’t cover up what happens behind Britain's closed doors. Chloe Webber and her mother, Trish were both victims of horrible domestic abuse at the hands of Chloe’s now deceased father. Even after his death, trauma plagued both mother and daughter. Alienating them from one another, their friends, and even following into their dreams.
After narrowing down the Webber homestead as the source of the disappearances, the Doctor and Rose ingratiate themselves with Trish by presenting themselves as the only people open-minded enough to listen to her. The Doctor uses his famous “Dad skills,” to put Chloe under hypnosis, allowing him to talk to the entity inside. We learn that the entity is a creature called an Isolus, known for travelling in large groups like schools of fish puttering across the murky depths of space. Only this unfortunate Isolus was separated from its family. While seeking out warmth and love, it was drawn to the heat of new pavement and Chloe’s loneliness. Both Chloe and the Isolus are but lonely children seeking company, hence all of the stolen children.
After removing her drawing implements, the Doctor and Rose leave Chloe in Trish’s incapable hands. Seriously, this is the biggest sticking point in the entire episode for me. If your child has the inhuman ability to draw people out of existence, why the hell would you leave them alone? Fearing the Doctor is about to force it back into loneliness, the Isolus grabs Chloe’s coloured pencil stash out of a headless doll and gets to drawing the crowd at the Olympics. That many people gathered in the name of goodwill may be just the ticket. The disappearance of the crowd draws the Doctor and Rose back to the Webbers, but by the time they return, Chloe has also drawn the Doctor into her collection.
Now it’s up to Rose, with a little hint from the drawing of the Doctor- use the symbolic love of the Olympic torch to reignite the Isolus’ pod. Rose deduces that the pod must have been attracted to the high heat of the tar from Kel’s roadworks. She then goes over to his council van, produces a council axe, and tears up the council’s street, revealing the Isolus pod under the bump Kel couldn’t seem to smooth out. Meanwhile, Chloe, still unaware of Rose’s endeavours, furiously draws the earth on her wall in an attempt to further expand her family. Rose tosses the Isolus pod toward the Olympic torch runner just in time, as it attaches to the now roiling flame. The sudden influx of love and warmth draws the Isolus out of Chloe, who restores the missing children and the stadium crowd.
At this point, the episode can’t decide quite where it wants to end. The torch runner gets a leg cramp or something, causing him to drop the torch. It’s beginning to look like nobody will pick up the torch and carry it the rest of the way. That is until the Doctor comes along and scoops it up revealing that not only he, but the Olympics will be alright. Only the human equivalent of a golden retriever, David Tennant, could pull off such a dopey sequence. Seriously, could you picture Eccleston doing that? But the story doesn’t end there. You see, as I said earlier, Chloe’s father was still plaguing her dreams. In order to remove him from her dreams, Chloe trapped her horrific father in a drawing on her closet wall. With the sudden influx of power to the Isolus, the drawing has come to life.
The Doctor and Rose rush back toward the house but are unable to help Trish or Chloe who are racked with terror at the bottom of the stairs. The difference here is that instead of Chloe drawing her abuser into a drawing she can then crush and burn, she is now basically powerless against her father. Except she isn’t, and neither is Trish. The two young women embrace one another and sing “Kookabura,” together as it was always the song Trish used to soothe Chloe after a particularly bad dream. I really loved how at this point in the story, it’s up to two victims of abuse to reclaim their lives and save themselves. By sticking together, they find the strength to overcome their pain. As a former victim of domestic abuse, this scene actually means a lot to me on a personal level. I’m glad they didn’t cheapen the moment by having the Doctor reverse the polarity of the neutron flow.
Now, do I actually think Matthew Graham stole his story idea from a small American indie horror from 1995? No. Stole is a harsh word. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t try to find his Twitter so I could ask if maybe he saw the movie and forgot about it. It would also be a lie to claim I didn’t google his name and Tales from the Hood. All that came up were mentions of an adaptation of “Childhood’s End,” (not that one) and an episode of Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams titled “The Hood Maker.” Really, comparing a childrens’ episode of Doctor Who to a horror movie from the gangsta rap era is a bit lopsided. It’s like when Kidz Bop covers a particularly salacious rap song. There’s gonna be some differences.
The episode ends with what might be one of the weirdest payoffs in Doctor Who history. The Doctor finally gets his edible ball-bearings on a cupcake. With the children of the village returned, the Isolus back with its family, and the world safe for another day, the Doctor and Rose are right to feel chuffed. Everyone lives and no one has to die. A cupcake break isn’t just warranted, it’s well earned. This is why the Doctor’s sudden chilly proclamation that a storm is approaching feels like a bit of an atonal ending to what was really a bit of a daft episode.
As history has shown, the real 2012 Olympic torch was not, in fact, lit by David Tennant, much to my and many other Whovian’s chagrins. Shayne Ward was focused less on music and more on his acting career by then. The Olympics themselves turned out to be less about love and more about keeping the status quo after the 2011 riots. In a way, Fear Her has become a bit of a retro-active historical, while also acting as a time capsule of preemptive revisionism. The reality of the 2012 London Olympics is closer to what goes on behind closed doors. The monster lurking underneath the image of prosperity.
#Doctor Who#Tenth Doctor#Fear Her#Tales from the Hood#Matthew Graham#David Tennant#Billie Piper#Rose Tyler#Chloe Webber#Isolus#TARDIS#BBC#Russell T Davies#Time and Time Again#timeagainreviews
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I've been away from rp for several years, but I'm back and starting over! This is a work in progress, so forgive me if this is bare bones.
dni if you are a minor. I'm only interested in writing with people who are 18+.
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Cole Sprouse, Jensen Ackles, John Hamm, Micheal Fassbender, Nick Robertson, Sebastien Stan, Timothee Chalamet, Tom Holland,
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