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prompt #24: Beatrice never stops moving
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February 2027
“I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be more Bishop than you, Bishop,” Vic huffs, dropping heavily onto the couch beside Maya.
Maya frowns, watching as their 18-month-old takes another lap around the coffee table, apparently oblivious that Vic isn’t still chasing her. “What do you mean?”
Beatrice squeals as she passes them, avoiding Vic’s reaching fingers with delight. “This child doesn’t get tired,” Vic explains.
But that only makes Maya frown more. “I get tired,” she mumbles.
“I mean,” Vic carries on, ignoring Maya’s words completely, “Does she ever stop moving? Does she sleep?”
They’ve been at Pru’s birthday party for all of three hours, filling every inch of space available on Ben and Miranda’s main floor. Andrea had slipped into the orbit of Joey as soon as they arrived but Beatrice…
Well, she’s been happily passed amongst anyone willing to play at her speed. Which is, as always, fast.
Their daughter is fiercely into the daredevil stretch of her toddlerhood. Half the day is typically spent tossing her into the air or throwing her over a shoulder or chasing her in circles around the room. It’s an important stage of development, Maya knows, their little girl adjusting to the feel of her body as it moves.
“She has FOMO,” Carina laughs, leaning over the back of the couch at Maya’s shoulder.
Vic nods, eyebrows arching with pride at Carina’s correct use of the slang term. “More Bishop than Bishop,” she repeats.
Carina shakes her head, pressing a kiss to Maya’s cheek to soften the blow. “She will sleep when things are still,” Carina tells Vic, scratching gently at Maya’s scalp as she speaks. Touching, always touching, until Maya’s frown lifts.
“Mama,” Beatrice shrieks when she notices her, redirecting her course to collide with Carina’s legs behind the couch. She’s lifted onto Carina’s hip immediately, little arms circling Carina’s neck as she nuzzles in.
And maybe it is a Bishop trait, Maya ponders, that Beatrice doesn’t ever let on that she’s tired. That she never gives in to a clawing need for stillness even when she should be exhausted.
Or maybe she is just a kid who doesn’t want to miss anything that’s happening.
Beatrice settles her head on Carina’s shoulder, those big brown eyes already beginning to droop as Carina sways their bodies back and forth, murmuring to their little girl in quiet Italian.
“Ah,” Vic nods, drawing Maya’s gaze away from the tiniest yawn, “She sleeps for Carina.” She chuckles, rising from the couch, nudging Maya’s arm as she passes. “She’s definitely more Bishop than you.”
#had an idea so i wrote an idea#twenty minutes of word vomit#first draft so minimal editing#hygge universe#tumblr prompt party#prompt party#minefic#maya x carina fic#carina x maya fic#we stan the baby bishop forever#and eventually i'll have the brainpower to finish and share the two andrea pieces that are in the works
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a junkyard dog ain't always pretty but you always love that toothless smile
#i miss tyler bertuzzi#liv in the replies#the absolute way i just got bodied by shake it out coming on as i uploaded the pictures to this post#um. sorry not sorry. the google doc/pdf of the quote that i used for this was literally titled#god fuckin curse the notesapp i wrote two years ago#directly referencing the note i have (pretty sure from when the maple leafs seemed really serious about wanting bert) & i remember#being slammed out of NOWHERE by the sudden thought (because i've been preparing for years for bert to leave) (andreas in feb moe in april)#verbatim: if tyler bertuzzi ever gets traded or retires it's catalog of unabashed gratitude the heart part and i will sob#S T O P#tyler bertuzzi#detroit ride or die#this does actually rival we don't have a future we have a dog for some of these for me which. fuck u past me for being so right about this#things that i need you to know for the narrative: oh dumbstruck is tyler's first nhl game (vs the flyers)#thank you every day is from tyler's hat trick & yes the bruins on knucklehead is intentional because it hurt my feelings#also should note. i'm sorry is from when tyler broke his hand this season & no i'm not okay about the narrative of who is he w/o his hands#yeah yeah yeah. the last five make me want to throw up screaming crying shaking wailing#i made it so much worse by looking at dyl's post#dylan larkin#anthony mantha#andreas athanasiou#catalogue of unabashed gratitude [abridged] - ross gay#my sincerest apologies to fabs i simply could not put him in here he was in we don't have a future we have a dog that was all i could take#should i have abridged the last one to say 'for every day'? yeah probably. did i think of that too late? also probably. wait hang on#ooooookay so i did it so now that tag doesn't make sense but it's fine i also have an alt for dumbstruckand pelican heart :)))))))#what i wish i could've made for u but the pictures don't exist is tyler running down the drive barefoot on the phone the day he got drafted#do you really believe in him? is he a good kid? no problems? you're gonna love him. you're gonna love him.#i'm also fully not even gonna talk to y'all about vrana. i can't do that red string tonight. we're also ignoring sunny#STEVE WHAT FUCKING TEAM ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO PLAY WITH#yes i made this exclusively for me no i don’t care yes i am a lil sorry i love him u’ve heard it all before. dilly i’m kissing ur forehead
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poetry foundation's poem of the day is robert penn warren's "evening hawk," a poem which i first encountered on the ap english exam, which i say only because even in that horrible context, the poem hit like an arrow and stuck under my skin -- "the head of each stalk is heavy with the gold of our error"!! -- and i have so few poems whose entrance into my life i remember so vividly but also have the same niggling problem with, no matter when or how many times i read it:
The star/Is steady, like Plato, over the mountain.
has never really fit, and its placement towards the end has always marred the poem for me - i was going to say "a little," but actually, a lot.
#wow whoever wrote that exam really fucking had it in for me#'hey let's put Evening Hawk and fucking ANDREA DEL SARTO on the same test'
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SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY GODDAMN LUNGS bc andreas burning down saul's house/sky's house/the house where silva raised sky/the house where sky grew up/the house that had all of baby sky's achievements throughout the years/the house silva got to see sky grow up in yeah andreas burning that house to the fucking ground gave such bitter ex behavior, distilled angry father/husband behavior, a pure shot of my "how could you raise him without me? how could you keep him from me? how could you give him your father's sword? what about me what about us" and i am fucking LIVING the man was truly unhinged he was all like it's about sending a message BITCH WHAT WAS THE MESSAGE WAS IT "i'll never forgive you for raising our son without me" BC THAT'S WHAT IT WAS SENDING
#anyway i'm still bitter abt them just killing andreas off like that#talk abt a cop-out#let him and sky and silva work out their shit!!#altho i will say i'm glad it was andreas over silva in that moment and that andreas got to show he would've made the same choice#and that he forgives sky bc he said do what you have to do and kinda smiled before dying#and yeah it was an interesting choice having sky kill him bc lmao now he and silva both share that trauma#but still!! cheap shot!! this whole show took hella cheap shots this season#didn't earn them or even play out the aftermath fully or organically for half the shit they wrote in#fate the winx saga#andreas of eraklyon#saul silva#andreas x silva#sky of eraklyon#fate the winx s2#fate the winx reaction#bitter exes
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pondering about the lover boy wip reintro....planning my web weave....this poem makes me so crazy if bobby could have an afterlife pov in lover boy it would sound like this....ask me the altitude of heaven and i will answer "how tall are you?" do you get it
#this is by andrea gibson btw who wrote my current fave poem#called In the chemo room I wear mittens made of ice so I don’t lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down#sometimes i wish lover boy had an objective stance on the afterlife but it has to not have one for it to work#but IN MY HEART bobby and everyone else who died are all there we just cant see them#bobby believed in the afterlife at least and i think that in itself is more important than whether or not its true in story#bc its that belief that opens up beau to look for him. which is fulfilling even if he knows he'll never find bobby the way he wants to
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After Hours [rated E]
“Jesus, Miranda. You taste—fuck. I still can’t believe I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Who gets to taste you.”
“Only you. Oh, and you’re such a good girl, Andrea, aren’t you?”
Andy doesn’t respond. Not with words. Instead, she whimpers, and you feel the sound absolutely everywhere. All throughout your system.
You can’t leave now. You have to stay.
Or: You get yourself off watching Miranda and Andy have sex in one of the offices late at night.
[for @harrytoad]
》 Read on AO3
#mirandy#miranda x andy#miranda priestly x andrea sachs#fanfiction#myfanfic#tagged:sk#me? posting fic? groundbreaking#i swear to god i wrote this (as well as several other fics) fucking months ago lmao#right before i lost ALL motivation to do anything mirandy ever again#so i'm kinda proud of myself here ngl#praise me. love me. i do the bare minimum. <3
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Ed's mom walked so Taylor's mom could run
Love Yourself x Thank You Aimee
#ed sheeran#taylor swift#love yourself#thank you aimee#ed wrote love yourself then gave it to justin#andrea swift#ttpd#the tortured poets department#my post#swifties
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I don’t remember seeing any numbers anywhere but seeing as Roxy Raceway is still under construction I’d say less than 10 years but more than 2?
Well yeah it's under construction, but there's cobwebs in the lobby, Cassie is familiar with the party garages and wears Roxy's makeup so it's likely her birthday party was at the Raceway while it was open, one of the logs says Roxy must be frying her circuits for the Raceway to open again, she's also actively destroying the place which is preventing it from reopening. So I'd say the Raceway is probably a bit of an outlier? It's been open before, but has largely been closed off because a certain someone keeps breaking the track.
Is two years long enough for that on the low end of the age range? I feel two years might be a bit fast... Perhaps we start at four and go from there? That should be enough time for the Raceway/Salon to have had an open season or two I think?
Any thoughts on between 4 and 10 years old? Or is there another attraction we know has had changes done to it that should maybe be factored in?
#hmmm#i know i asked and then seem to be like... using what you said to suddenly say 'no actually i think its this'#i do that a lot i mean this in a discussion kinda way#cause unfortunately the Raceway is a bit of a weird one#and i forgot about that until you mentioned it#trying to think if anywhere else has a similar sort of fucked area#there's the underground dining room with the stage and uhhhh#the backstage of the superstar theatre maybe?#then again the theatre has probably been turned into a cinema...#hmmmmmmmmm#maybe compiling a collection of changes and shit we know about the plex timeline would help...#i want to add my own stuff of course but a timeframe and all the puzzle pieces to the canon timeline would be really happy#NO NOT THE TIMELINE I FORGOT FNAF HAS IT'S OWN FUCKED UP TIMELINE#I WAS SO CAUGHT UP IN THE FUN OF MAKING A PLEX HISTORY TO FUCK AROUND WITH THAT FOR A MOMENT#I LIVED IN A UNIVERSE IN WHICH THE FNAF LORE DIDN'T EXIST#NSJDNDIDJS FUCK THAT#I WANT PLEX TIMELINE PUZZLE PIECES FROM THE GAME ITSELF#NOT BOOKS UNLESS IT'S SET IN THE SAME PLEX AS THE BOOK PLEX#WHICH I THINK ONLY BOBBIEDOTS IS AND THE CONTINUITY ON THAT SUCKS BALLS#AND I REFUSE TO GO BACK TO TUBEHELL FOR THIS CAUSE YES ANDREA TUBASTARD WROTE IT#jsjsbdjdj anyway.#yeah the raceway has been open before#i have plans for it in the new timeline i just don't have the solid foundation of 'how old is this fucking place'#because everything i have in mind could be compacted into a short amount of time or#it might have to be elongated to fit the age of the plex and give enough time for everything else to be happening#ya know?#anyway. food for thought
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Prompt: Saundreas are arguing and both decide to withhold sex until the other admits they're wrong. They start pulling out their best seduction techniques to try to break the other.
Saul smirked to himself as he pulled the apron on and tied it around his bare waist. He'd been waiting to use this for Andreas's birthday to indulge his husband's domesticity kink by he couldn't think of a better debut for it than to seduce his idiot husband into admitting he was wrong.
They weren't going to have sex until one of them yielded on the matter of whether or not Eraklyon had cheated in last nights match, and Saul was determined it wasn't going to be him. Andreas could swear that the move was legal all he wanted but Saul was with the referee on this one.
Andreas it seemed had a similar idea because he got out the shower glistening wet and wearing nothing so Saul could see those muscle packed arse cheeks that he loved to sink his teeth into. Saul's mouth watered at the way the water droplets rain down Andreas's arms begging to be swept up by Saul's tongue as he ran it over those biceps.
Saul swallowed and turned away to give Andreas his best angle when he pulled the towel away from his face and threw it into the washing machine. It missed. His eyes were locked on Saul, raking over him in arseless chaps he'd dug out from where they'd somehow ended up in Farah's wardrobe from 20 years before. He could fill the tickle of the apron ties as they grazed the top of his arse irresistibly.
Andreas let out a little whine in the back of his throat as he took in the sight. For a moment Saul thought he had him, but Andreas have himself a little shake and left the kitchen. Saul let himself enjoy the view from behind until Andreas disappeared upstairs, no doubt to put on something that would fill Saul's shower thoughts for weeks.
He wasn't disappointed. Andreas returned in the comfiest hoody Saul had ever seen and low riding trousers that hugged his thighs and showed a peek of hipbone that Saul wanted to pressed kisses to. He was stealing that hoody later. Sky had stolen most of Saul's jumper's when he went into prison and while Saul had reclaimed half he was sure he saw Beatrix curled up in one or two of them recently. Which meant Andreas had stolen some. It was about time Saul stole something back. Other than Andreas's heart of course which would remain one of his most impressive accomplishments and prized possessions.
"Are you making me breakfast?" Andreas asked. His voice the sexiest growl he possessed and one that made Saul want to bend him over him or be bent over in turn. He really wasn't picky.
"How do you feel about body shots?" Saul asked, and laid on his front on the table so Andreas could put the waffles and orange juice shots on him.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fucking- what you do to me, Saul?" Andreas whined like he was being deprived of his favourite toy, not given the best foreplay of his life. "When you concede I'm going to unlace that apron with my teeth."
Andreas put the waffles and glasses on Saul's back, and then because he wasn't giving in that easily poured maple syrup over Saul's back and trailed a little down his exposed arse crack. Saul squirmed and the sensation as it dropped between his cheeks and moaned. This was going to be harder than he thought and he'd not even got to the best part.
"Don't use your hands." Saul put his forehead on his arms and waited.
Andreas's tongue was hot and tingled against his skin, goosebumps formed and sensation heightened under Andreas's loving attention. He as much ate breakfast as made love to Saul's body. Saul shuddered and moaned and wriggled to try and relieve some of the pressure on his trapped cock. All it did was make the syrup run down the back of his balls. He bit his arm not to cry out in pleasure at the sensation.
"If I let you unlace the apron with your teeth now, will you concede?" Saul teased gently.
"Yes," Andreas gasped out. "Yes. Please. Don't tease me like this anymore."
"Good boy." Saul smirked.
He absolutely deserves the bite to his arse Andreas gave him for that.
"For that I'm not even going to let you get clean before I fuck you. I'm going to bend you over this table and fuck you right now," Andreas growled in his ear, sending a shiver down Saul's spine.
"Not until you say it out loud," Saul demanded.
"Fine. Bjorklund cheated." Andreas said the words as if they were mildly painful to him.
"I'm all yours," Saul promised, grinning at having won this round
#saundreas#andreas of eraklyon#saul silva#fate winx saga#fate the winx saga#ftws#andreas/saul silva#I can't believe this is the one that got through my brain fog#I wrote it in basically one sitting!
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It’s honestly such a mind fuck to know that when I saw Taylor in Arlington Joever had just happened but we didn’t know yet
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I think it's crazy how so many "leftists" can comprehend Malcolm X but not comprehend Andrea Dworkin. Maybe I am biased as an admirer of both, but their ideas have always been similar to me, even if they referred to different struggles.
#Both had these silver tongues and such wit too#The whole ''X'' rather than a surname because of the oppression it symbolized def mirrors feminist thought too#And Malcolm also wrote and spoke about misogynoir (so did Dworkin but for obvious reasons Malcolm doing it is a closer approach)#There's this interview where he is asked whether he hates all white men and I totally recommend it too#And whenever Dworkin (or any feminist tbh) is asked questions like that I remember the interview#They were fierce fr#The ballot or the bullet still stands up on its own to this day...#malcolm x#marxism#anti capitalism#andrea dworkin#radblr#woc#latina#mine
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hey gyns so um. how do you deal with the hopelessness?
#as big headed as this is going to sound i really relate to what andrea dworkin wrote in the afterword of her book about p*rnography#in that now i can't just unsee everything about patriarchy and it's making me very sad#i started reading theory just over a year ago and the hopelessness hit recently
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my mom once read my tweets from a second acct after i blocked her and my dads accts there and now im always a lil scared she might be reading my tumblr posts too (u can never be too sure)
#and then she wrote me this very long text message talking abt how i exploit their idiocy for likes lol#im so glad i dont talk to them anymore they r such deranged ppl (especially my mom my dad couldve been normaler if it wasnt for my mom)#ps: andrea wenn du das hier liest ich bin so froh von euch weg zu sein#ich hoffe gernot weiß was du in sachsen gemacht hast und verlässt dich du sorry excuse für eine mutter#ben talks#bennitastisch#tw parents
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tror bara jag har sagt det fem miljarder gånger men jag älskar empathy så otroligt mycket, särskilt si fueras mía, så för ett tag sedan kollade jag upp låtskrivarna och
benjamin ingrosso är väl en sak (dessutom har rose det där svenska låtskrivarsoundet...) men att DANNY ligger bakom si fueras mía kom som en... överraskning. danny "in da club" saucedo? mr fibonacci girl himself?? "amazing grace är usa:s nationalsång"-danny???
????
#med andreas öberg men han har gjort typ en miljon kpoplåtar#btw jag har den där bilden för att jag skulle skicka den till min kompis som hatade fedoras lol det var typ 10+ år sedan#chatter#sorry for this annoying post#it's just me being mindblown over the fact that this questionable swedish celebrity wrote the masterpiece that is si fueras mía#like no offence but i didn't even know he wrote songs lol
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#did i tell you guys i wrote a scene into my book where the protag plays andrea bocelli for her love interest while she gets her off#Spotify
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plotted starter for, @sicsemper and one (1) husband, alhaitham
𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. How was he supposed to do that without knowing what it was? Kaveh's heart raced at the moment of reflection, and his cheeks met a faint dusting of pink, but one thing he was great at - was deflecting. In response to comments about how Alhaitham was brought up in every conversation, he never considered or shared that it might not be suitable to do that - even with a best friend.
To be constantly aware of them, to think of them, and to consider things that were second nature to their way of life and routines. A particular alignment of place mats or shoes, his favourite mug, coffee blend, and bringing home food to ensure he ate. Several elements of care went beyond what was agreed on when he took up residence here. If Kaveh were to be honest with himself... it was something he always knew but never entirely expressed.
Was it just guilt from the past? A friendship they once had?
Was that a case of him not believing he was deserving of anything good? Based on the belief that he broke his family apart, he would self-sabotage himself - jeopardizing something unmoving, unchanging? They offered stability to each other regardless of what Alhaitham was to him. So, was it worth the risk? Could this have the potential to make matters worse?
Likewise, he might risk making things more difficult if he never expressed these feelings - annoyed by Alhaitham's lack of communication. Should he? Is he the one who should speak first?
Maybe he should take the initiative for once; I'm often the one who initiates conversations... granted, they don't always proceed smoothly.
However, he already knew what the answer was to his own statement. To proceed, this would have to be on his shoulders. His knowledge of Alhaitham had some flaws, but those flaws sometimes proved beneficial and vice versa for both of them.
Everything, good and bad, from the day they met to the near moments, the glances and brief exchanges in their youth which slowly built the foundation for their friendship. In addition to the more common bickering, there was also laughter, even if it was briefly exchanged. It warmed him to see him smile at times—"Alhaitham!" His determination was evident as he stepped into the house. "Alhaitham, I need to speak with you." Based on a quick survey, it would seem he wasn't in the shared space or at his desk. The bedroom. Approaching with confidence - for now and, in politeness, he knocks. But the door is ajar, but he rarely enters without permission and always announces his presence.
#「 Muse: Kaveh 」「 It's fair to say I'm a pretty proud person when it comes to my area of expertise 」「 THREAD 」#「 Muse: Kaveh 」「DYN: Alhaitham: I will say that it's not every day you get to know someone like him. / Most people wouldn't get it. 」#sicsemper#[ look im just saying consider letting them kiss ( me going on about this in every tag ramble until the end of the time ) ]#[you: but andrea -- me: Kiss. :1 ]#[ Okay but no fr fr - kaveh is#like his hopes and dreams of this going well - will certainly surprise me if they doooooooo ]#[ stranger things have happened budddeee ]#[ icb i wrote this in the hospital waiting room. kavetham supremacy ty good bye ]
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