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poisoned mercury | pink skies

a/n: bf!luke, who else cheered?; suggests that five star and luke spent the night but nothing explicit! i decided not to let the angst monster touch them. they're my babies!!!! five star and luke get behind me!!!

viii. pink skies by lany

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there were many things about luke castellan that surprised you. one being that he wore glasses, or at least is supposed to wear glasses. he refused to wear them, against the sound medical advice of his optometrist and his mom’s insistence. his first adult responsibility was buying his own contacts because his mom refused to set up the appointments for him out of spite. he only wore his glasses when he was around the boys and poisoned mercury’s management team, but never out in public, and definitely never on stage.

two, he loved jazz music. only a handful of people knew this about him and half of those who do, don’t believe him. he supposed it was hard for people to believe that a pop punk lead singer would have an appreciation for jazz music, but luke loved it. jazz always sounded romantic and sensual and there was something calming about it. he listened to jazz before each show. he’ll never admit this unless you twist his arm, but he wept like a goddamn baby when he first watched la la land.

third, he was a polyglot, which he says is a little ironic because according to his mom, he spoke his first words in english significantly later than his peers, but he picked up on other languages quickly. he first found out about his talent in high school when he started hanging out at the rodriguez household and chris’ mom and sisters started saying phrases to him in spanish. he started taking spanish classes in high school and kept teaching himself when he dropped out. so far he can speak spanish, italian, and a bit of french. he attempted to learn greek, but it never clicked for him. he knew how to read it but his pronunciation was atrocious. he promised he’d try again sometime soon, but who knows if that’ll happen.

fourth, his idea of pillow talk was the two of you asking random questions to each other to get to know each other better, which is how you learned all these things about him. after one thing led to another last night, you fell asleep to the sound of luke’s voice against your ear. it wasn’t even that late; the group hadn’t come back from their trip to get food after they left the party, but you and luke were sleepy as you lay in the tangled sheets of your bed, at peace.

you learned that he was ticklish on the side of his ribs and that he planned to get a tattoo there but when the artist tried to put the stencil on his skin, he giggled and moved around so much that the artist warned him about his placement. he didn’t end up getting the tattoo there, but instead got it a little lower on his torso. luke had six tattoos, making him the one in the band with the least amount. the stolls were tattoo fiends and made it their mission to get a small tattoo from each place they visited on tour. luke’s personal favorite was the single line on the side of their index finger. it was a messily done stick-n-poke after one too many drinks in new jersey.

when he was younger, he used to climb on the roof of his house in connecticut. his parents warned him that he was going to hurt himself one day, but he, being the rascal that he was, never listened. until one day, after a light rain, he’d gone up there and slipped on the shingles and fell face-first against the roof. he scratched his face pretty badly, hence the scar on his face now. he told people that he got the scar from a bar fight because it sounded cooler. one day his childhood pictures will be posted on some website and his cover story won’t be as believable anymore, but that’s a bridge he’ll cross when he gets there.

it was weird to fall asleep next to someone. you hadn’t found yourself in this position in a long time, longer than you’d care to admit. when you hooked up with people in college, you purposefully made up some excuse about why they had to leave before sun up. “my roommate will be back soon.” “i have a huge test tomorrow morning.” “my friend just called and said she needed my help so i gotta go.” but with luke, you didn’t feel the need to make up an excuse to kick him out. you didn’t want him to go.

he asked the silent question as he was putting his clothes back on, hesitantly approaching your bedroom door to exit. he didn’t know if he was overstaying his welcome. he didn’t want to rush you when it came to things like this. so when he’d asked where his other shoe went, not caring about where it landed in the heat of the moment, you shrugged your shoulders and said, “dunno. we’ll figure it out in the morning, come back to bed.”

you didn’t need to tell him twice.

luke woke up before you did. you were lying on his chest, face pressed into the crook of his neck. your breaths made his skin tingle. he twirled the ends of your hair around his fingers, taking in the view of you next to him. he could get used to waking up like this every morning, he thought. he couldn’t imagine a better way to start his day.

you stirred, craning your head to face him as your eyes fluttered open, a subdued smile on your face, “g’mornin.”

“g’mornin’, five star,” he replied, lips immediately leaning over to press against yours. he frowned when you pulled back, shaking your head, “let me kiss you.”

“i have morning breath,” you cringed, moving your arm from under you to caress the nape of his neck. you placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, making him groan.

“i don’t care,” he pouted, nudging your nose with his own. you rolled your eyes but let him kiss you. the kiss was lazy and languid, lips moving gracefully against each other. it was sweet and slow like you were both trying to soak in this feeling with each other. you broke the kiss when you broke out into a smile, suddenly feeling shy.

“it’s noon,” you said, glancing at your clock behind luke. “we need to get up soon.”

“five more minutes,” he placed a string of kisses on your shoulder blade, grinning at the red marks he left on your skin from last night. “let’s stay here a little longer.”

you had a feeling here meant something more than just the comfort of your bed. here was the bubble you both allowed yourself to stay in for the last twelve hours, a little universe that was just for the two of you. it was different kissing luke in the darkness of the night. you could blame it on the secrecy of it all, shadows hiding your feelings for him, no expectations or weight of the dreaded conversation, but in the morning light, you felt vulnerable. you knew the mature thing to do was to ask him about what last night meant. was it just a one-time thing? would things change between the two of you now that the chase was over? you didn’t know.

little did you know, luke was thinking the same things as you. he would prolong this safe haven for as long as he could in case he would never get to experience it again. luke tightened his grip around your waist, breathing in the scent of your shampoo as he kissed your forehead. he couldn’t stop himself. he got a taste of what it was like to be with you and now, he couldn’t get enough. he’d find any excuse to have his lips on you. he grinned at you as he pulled away, “you snore, you know that?”

you buried your face in your pillow, embarrassed, “stop it.”

he laughed, “it’s cute, five star! i don’t mind it.”

“are you sure?” you asked, scrunching your face up in disgust, “i can’t in good conscience let you sleep over again if you don’t even get any sleep because i snore.”

“consider your conscience cleared because i really don’t mind,” luke pressed his lips against yours again. gods, he couldn’t get enough of you. “this makes up for it.”

“ew,” you shoved him playfully, sitting up to start getting ready for the day. luke remained flat on his back on your bed, “you’re so fucking corny.”

he propped his head up on his extended elbow, a smirk on his face. the rays of sunlight that peeked through your blinds illuminated his toned chest. faint scratches and pink marks contrasted his tanned skin. “guilty.”

you got up from bed, digging out a clean sweater from your closet. you wandered around your room, organizing things as you went on. luke watched you from your bed, eyes following your every move. his white shirt was peeking out from under the sweater. your sleep shorts showed off your toned legs perfectly. your hair was a mess, braids undone, but you still looked gorgeous. he blinked as your eyes darted to him, “you look beautiful.”

you rolled your eyes, narrowing your eyes at him, “you can’t even see me properly. you don’t have your contacts in.”

he’d taken them off before he fell asleep. he hated sleeping with contacts in. he’d snuck out in the middle of the night to grab his glasses from his nightstand before slipping back into bed with you. he was thankful you were a pretty heavy sleeper because he didn’t want you to think he was sneaking out to leave you by yourself after last night. when luke returned to his side of the bed, you rolled over and cuddled into him in your sleep, like you’d been waiting for him to return.

luke reached over to retrieve his glasses from your bedside table and placed them on his face. he pushed them up on the bridge of his nose and shrugged, “still beautiful.”

you walked over to him, sitting on his lap with your thighs caging him in. you held his face in your hands, admiring how he looked with the frames on his face. luke’s hands made their way to your waist, steadying you. you smiled, “i like how you look with your glasses.”

a lopsided smile appeared on his face, boyish and charming. “yeah?”

“mhm,” you hummed, “you look like a nerd. s’cute.”

“pfft,” he scoffed, poking your side, “i’m not a nerd. i’m a rockstar.”

“shut the fuck up,” there was no venom in your voice, despite your words. you couldn’t muster any resemblance of annoyance when he was looking at you all doe-eyed and pouty-lipped. you moved from on top of him, crawling over to your empty spot, “luke?”

he turned to you, “five star?”

“what are we doing?”

“we’re spending the day in bed,” he replied, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach. he knew that the conversation was coming in soon. he was scared of what you’d say next.

your smile vanished as your shoulders hunched over, “you know what i mean.”

luke rubbed his jaw, “you tell me.”

luke didn’t know what he should say. he didn’t want to say that last night meant nothing to him because he’d be lying if he said that and he didn’t want to lie to you, but he also didn’t want to scare you off by telling you how he really felt. it felt like a situation he couldn’t win. his pessimism was hounding him. he didn’t want to mess this up before it had the chance to start.

“are we just fucking around? is this casual because i–”

at first he thought he could handle it. he’ll let you take the lead, he’ll follow you. whatever you wanted, he’s game for it, even if it meant that he got hurt along the way. but then the word casual left your lips and it felt like he was slapped across the face. he thought he could handle it if you wanted you guys to be casual or friends who kiss sometimes or friends who occasionally do more than kissing sometimes, but actually hearing you use those words made him tense.

“please don’t ever use those words about us again,” luke breathed out, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “i don’t know if you’ve noticed five star, but there’s nothing casual about how i feel about you.”

“i think we need to start talking to each other more,” you pondered. “because there’s nothing casual about how i feel about you either.”

“throw a guy a bone sometimes. you’ve tormented me for two months. how was i supposed to know that?” he teased.

you cocked an eyebrow, “but yet you like me so really what does it say about you?”

just like that, the indecision faded. it was back to just you and luke. the same way you’d always teased each other and pushed each other’s buttons. you’d both been stressed about what the other was thinking when you should’ve just talked to each other. perhaps all the poets and the writers in the world were onto something when they said that communication is key because you two wasted so much time running away from what this could be. it was funny really, how the two of you were both keeping these things to yourself, too scared of how you felt for each other to make a move. how much sooner could this have happened if you told him how you felt the minute you realized it? would he have kissed you a month ago? would you have been waking up with him beside you on your bed for weeks? who knows?

“it says more about you, to be honest,” he said, “you’re irresistible. even when you’re mean to me, i adore you.”

“you’re such a flirt, castellan.”

“i need to up my game,” luke chuckled, “yeah, i got the girl but now i gotta work to keep you.”

you placed a hand on your chin, pretending to think, “i don’t recall being asked to be anyone’s girl.”

“you’re breaking my heart, five star,” he sighed dramatically, clutching his chest. he dropped his body weight on yours, making you squeal and attempt to push him off. he laughed at your efforts. “be my girl?”

“on one condition.”

“anything.”

“let me hear the song.”

luke let out a full belly laugh, rolling over on the bed. he shook his head, biting his bottom lip. there was never a moment where he wasn’t on his toes when he was with you. he didn’t expect you to say that. you really were stubborn when it came to things you put your mind to. that fucking song. “no, i told you it’s not ready!”

you stuck your tongue out at him, “then no.”

luke’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as a goofy grin appeared on his face. he pulled you on his lap again, back pressed against his chest. he moved your hair to one side, kissing down the other side of your neck in soft, quick motions. he mumbled into your skin, “fine, but i’m following you around like a lost puppy. i’m yours.”

you sighed dreamily, reaching over to place a hand on his arm. you couldn’t help but make fun of him despite the butterflies in your stomach, “simp.”

you felt him nod against your body, “that’s me.”

“we really need to get out of bed.”

“five more minutes?”

it had been at least fifteen since he last asked for more time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. you gave in and got back under your covers with him. you let him be the small spoon this time, your arms wrapped around his toned back, smiling at the soft sighs that left his lips when you ran your fingers down his spine. he kissed your collarbones, face relaxing as sleep overtook him again.

you watched him fall asleep and reached for your phone, trying not to disturb his rest. you snapped a quick picture of him, smiling as you admired his features. you were falling for luke castellan.

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periprose · 7 months

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Ps5 Peter Parker x reader inspired by this?

It's one of my favorite MerDer moments on Grey's anatomy 🙈😭

Peter explains something about physics or an idea for a gagdet...

🤣 this image really cracked me up lol thanks for the ask!! I've set the fic to take place in the first game, Peter and Reader are Otto's assistants at Octavius Industries. Please ignore the science mumbo jumbo in this fic.

Otto's lab was really cold this time of year. He barely had the funds to make rent in Manhattan, let alone provide optimal heating and other luxuries.

Still, you shiver, searching through your locker for your comfy, oversized jumper. You're just pulling it on when Peter pops up from behind you.

"Hey."

"Jesus!" You flinch and then rub your eyes. "Hey, Peter. How do you get behind me so fast? That's the third time this month I didn't even see you come in."

"Uh... I just have good reflexes, I think." Peter's mouth twists a little, as he tries not to laugh at your jumper. "Are you sure that's up to lab standards? Where's your lab coat?"

"Ah, Otto doesn't mind. He knows I'm cold." You explain, and Peter sighs.

"Well, he never gives me special treatment."

"Probably because you're not as cute as I am." You joke, but Peter nods and you feel a callous level of attraction towards him for being so nonchalant in terms of flirting.

You never really know where you stand with the guy. He's a naturally witty person and you refuse to read into anything any deeper, just for self preservation.

"Hey, I can't disagree with that." Peter laughs that quiet, soft laugh that makes you smile on your own. "Here, I got you a cup of coffee. That should help warm you up."

You look down and see, sure enough, Peter's holding a coffee cup tray, loaded with three cups, surely your usual orders- for you, extra black espresso to stay awake, for Peter, usually some kind of healthy tea hybrid, and for Otto, a large, creamy Italian coffee blend that's particularly expensive (Peter always jokes that Otto wastes funding on things like this).

"Oh, I'll pay you back." You reach back into your locker for your wallet, but Peter stops you with a raise of his hand.

"It's free of charge. No worries." He hands you the cup gently, and your hand skirts across his. You think for a moment.

"Nothing is ever really 'free of charge', Peter." You give him a side glance. In the last couple of months you've known this guy, you've figured out when he has an ulterior motive.

"... Alright, alright. You got me." Peter starts pulling you along by the hand, towards one of Otto's offices filled with white-boards and desks and equipment. You take a sip of your coffee and notice that it's still quite hot- Peter must've been really fast to make it so.

Not that you're complaining, and now that you're warmer you do feel more inclined to listen to him.

"Okay. You know how Otto's neural interface for the experimental arms have been glitching out?" Peter's got a firm look on his face, as you sit and listen.

"Yeah. It's a poor prototype, I think he asked us to leave it alone? He said he'd deal with it." You shrug. "I've moved on to his requests for a tighter, stronger arm. You know I deal with hardware."

"Yes, but even so, the neural interface problem still persists. Otto's lying." Peter looks at the whiteboard, and sees that half of it is covered all over with erratically drawn diagrams and equations. It's fine, he knows he can write what he needs in that space.

"Okay, look." Peter begins drawing a diagram of the neural interface's circuitry. "See how the voltage is really high?"

"Yeah- but isn't that what Doc wanted?" You grimace. "Last time I brought up the voltage issue, he told me to mind my business and continue with soldering. He wants so much power for some reason."

"Right, that's what I'm talking about. Notice how Otto keeps having those outbursts?" Peter sighs, a deeply upsetting look overtaking him. "He's getting a bit aggressive as of late, and I think it's because he can't figure this out."

"You're telling me. Just yesterday he chewed me out for clocking in a bit late." You sniff. "Okay, I was fifteen minutes late, but still."

"I've been there, you don't even have to justify it." Peter laughs, and begins drawing squiggly lines. You can't help but notice how his strangely muscular arms are tense and visible through his lab coat as he scrawls, and you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the view. Looking isn't illegal, you try to rationalize, but you quickly banish these thoughts as Peter looks back with a sly glance, to make sure you're paying attention.

"This is the electricity flow... and it should be heading this way, but the neural interface is made incorrectly and the flow of energy is heading back this way... towards the-"

"The battery of the arms, not the interface." You suddenly realize, and take a scrap piece of paper off the desk, scribbling down notes. "Hmm... maybe the wiring used for the arms is absorbing too much energy? Or the batteries are too big?"

"Maybe, but neural interfaces are tricky business." Peter winces as Otto yells at something in the background of the lab. "I told Otto not to get too involved with it- it's far too easy to accidentally mess with your brain, and then suddenly you've got anger issues or worse-"

"Dementia." You finish his sentence with an equally grim expression. "Okay. I hear you, but how are we supposed to fix it, exactly? I can only think of using different, smaller wires, or a less cost heavy battery- but then it won't move at the speed Otto wants it to."

"Yeah." Peter's shoulders slump a little, and you feel bad. He's always just one dude trying to take on the entire world's problems.

"Peter, it's not your problem, really. You can only do so much- the man has made up his mind, he's going to have to take the brunt of the problem." You try to console him, but Peter has that determined Parker Pride you've seen far too often, and you know he's not going to let it go.

"Wait, wait. Okay..." Peter starts frantically drawing on the board, and seeing that he's running out of space, without missing a beat, begins to draw on the wall.

"Peter! You're drawing on the wall!" You admonish him, and to your shock and utter horror, but not to your surprise, he keeps going. "Now you've completely lost it- it'll take two seconds to erase the board-"

But Peter isn't listening, in that overly stubborn, inventor way that you know you've done before. He's too lost in his own thoughts, and you know that spark will disappear if he takes a moment to stop drawing.

"I'll clean it. It's fine. We got to get a move on." Peter points to the new diagram on the wall. "Look at this."

Peter's drawn a rudimentary depiction of the robotic arm prototypes you've built for Otto, but the battery pack has been split up into several, smaller batteries that extend over the course of the arms. Something about the way the arms move in Peter's drawings look a lot more... smooth, silky, like a cephalopod.

An octopus.

But you are amazed at Peter's capabilities, either way. "Using multiple different batteries, so the energy isn't drawn away from the neural interface in a great capacity?" You blink, a bit amused at Peter's eager expression. "It would work, I think, but only if Otto is willing for a slight decrease in power."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. We don't need to sacrifice power at all." Peter draws a set of gears, interlocking through the squiddy looking arm, and you clap your hands, clambering up out of your seat, finally enthused by his idea.

"Peter Parker, you genius!" You shake his arm excitedly, and he turns a bit pinker as he watches you, grinning. "Otto wanted the arm to be almost entirely synthetic material- but if it has rotating gears, the less it will jerk around. It'll be faster, smoother-"

"Thus requiring less power anyways, and less power will be redirected into his neural interface. And, hypothetically, no more angry Otto." Peter grins, and you smile up at him. "I mean, it'll still take some tinkering to figure out, but incremental improvements are still improvements, right?"

"Definitely. Plus we can always try to convince him about solar power again." You joke as Peter snickers.

Peter opens his mouth, about to say something to you, but he stares for a moment too long and hesitates, especially because in the nerdy excitement, he had gotten so close to you, and he was a liar if he said he had never checked out his cute co-worker. Any second now, you should be teasing as you usually do- but your eyes are wide and Peter gets the sense you've been swept up in this too.

He's never been so... close. He can make out individual eyelashes, tiny scars, imperceptible to normal people, but not to him.

And his phone buzzes with some kind of alert. He looks it over with bright, concerned eyes, while you take a moment to step back, much to Peter's mild irritation.

"Ah... must be MJ?" You ask, trying so very hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend, just a curious colleague. You have nothing against MJ- you just feel that she and Peter are so meant for each other, and this is exactly why you've been trying to protect yourself.

Who are you kidding? You and Peter are both so busy- you'd never have time to be his doting, adoring girlfriend. You just have to remember him as a friend.

Already you feel the walls coming into place, your expression turning neutral, your heart becoming steely, when Peter looks at you again, surprised.

He can tell you're holding yourself back- and he doesn't like that. He wants you to come back to him, to be close with him again, and it drives him nuts that it has to be your choice, but he respects that.

"Not MJ. We broke up a while ago." Peter swallows, hoping he's saying the right things. "Uh... I don't think we're going to get back together. She's dating someone else now."

"Oh." You squeeze Peter's shoulder as comfortingly as you can. "Peter, I'm sorry. I would've been less of an ass if I'd known."

"No, don't be." Peter fixes a firm, kindhearted glance at you, taking your hands, the warmth of his own making you feel especially treasured. "You're great."

There's a teeny bit of hope working it's way into you, into your silly, girly heart despite all the steel around it, and Peter has a soft smile reserved just for you- you know that smile, you've seen it before when he comforts you when an experiment goes poorly, or when you've had a Eureka moment.

He rubs your hands. "Jeez, you're cold! I know women are usually freezing in the workplace- different body temperatures on average and all that- but I'm going to have to talk to Otto about making it warmer in here."

"Lest I die of hypothermia, right." You snort, and Peter snickers, but he still stays close, as if he's using this as an excuse. "Well, at least I have your hands."

Peter's phone buzzes again, another alert, which he apologetically takes a moment to read after letting go of you. Something about Fisk's thugs making their way through Grand Central Station- he shouldn't leave right now, but he can see your curiosity is piqued.

"Just a news alert. Nothing big." Peter lies, and you don't quite buy it, but you don't want to pry at this moment after he's complimented you and been so nice to warm up your hands.

Otto bursts through the entrance of the room, sighing.

"Will you two lovebirds stop canoodling with each other and test out the circuitry? You know, like I'm paying you to do so with very limited funds?" He barks, and then inhales. "Sorry. Just... try to stay on task. And I know you're young and all... but stop drawing on the walls!"

He leaves, grumbling about youth being too romantic and wishing they would understand sensibility.

You're about to refute whatever Otto said, so Peter doesn't feel uncomfortable, when he speaks first.

"I take it he isn't a romantic." Peter jokes as he grabs some paper towels, and you laugh, feeling that Peter's flirting was more genuine than you thought.

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ghostchems · 11 months

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the wedding guest - terzo x female!reader

you have just gotten over a break-up and attend a wedding of a friend alone. a man with face paint distracts you from the festivities.

author's note: i owed our guy a nice, fun time after putting him through so much pain. def not my best work but meh. mdni! 18+! 2.8k words. ao3 link.

You are in the women’s bathroom getting high with a few girls you met that night. It has been a long day for you. One of your childhood friends had gotten married and you sat through the ceremony and dinner and now the reception is about to pop off. It is a nice day, though, despite the circumstances.

You are supposed to be here with a date but your relationship with you boyfriend had imploded a few weeks ago. It hadn’t been good for a while but you were sticking it out because maybe things would have gotten better. A tale as old as time. A fight escalated to the point of no return and he left. It was devastating for a few days but life goes on.

You had been dreading this wedding but you are relieved to find that you don’t really know anyone there. Even though it was awkward and you felt some jealousy toward the couples that were sitting around you, it was better than being there with an asshole.

“What is up with those guys in the face paint?”

“I think they’re from the groom’s church? Or something? I don’t know… it’s kinda weird.”

You are half listening as you mess with your dress. The men they are talking about have been quite the topic of conversation for the night. Most of them had dark circles painted and colored in around their eyes but the man who you couldn’t look away from had a full face of black and white paint. The two of you kept catching each other’s glances and you couldn’t help but think you were being rude for staring.

If you were the bride you would have been pissed that these guys were garnering so much attention.

The conversation turns to more gossip about people you don’t know so you excuse yourself from the bathroom. You make sure the door shuts behind you and you’re met with a familiar sight: the man with the face paint adjusting his hair in one of the wall mirrors. You haven’t been this close to him before and you find yourself taking in the details of his face. You didn’t notice the different colored eyes before. He is in a black tuxedo complete with white gloves and spats.

“Ah, scusi, bellisima.” He rakes his fingers through his raven hair and smooths it into place. “I have been looking for you, cara.” He saunters over to you and gives you a brilliant smile.

“Me?” The Italian accent hits you like a truck and you find yourself stepping toward him.

“Si, si. You’ve been looking at me, I’ve been looking at you, we’ve been playing this piccola flirty look game so I figured I would ask you to dance, eh?” He holds out a gloved white hand to you. “Will you?”

You are so distracted by his eyes, the ghostly white one giving you goosebumps while his soft green eye makes your cheeks flush. You open your mouth but nothing comes out because it hasn’t caught up with your brain. After a beat, you put your hand in his and manage a nod.

“Sure, okay.” It comes out so quiet and you blush again. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips. You aren’t able to react because he is already whisking you away to the dance floor.

“Io sono Papa Emeritus il Terzo but you can call me Terzo for short, cara.” He grins again and stops in front of you once you make it to the crowd of people. Terzo’s other hand takes yours and he starts to immediately dance. He is very at home on the dance floor, his hips wiggling and his whole body twirling while you’re trying to bend your knees in a way that resembles dancing.

You start to loosen up, feeling buzzed from the alcohol and lighter from the weed. His group had exuded some kind of authority from afar but Terzo’s demeanor makes it easy for you to relax — he is a charming goof, much to your surprise. You find yourself giggling as you dance with him, his easy smile drawing you in closer to him.

The music slows and he rests a hand on your hip and you place yours on his shoulder. It has been a long time since you’ve slow danced with someone but Terzo keeps it simple. You are able to get a good look at him now, his raven hair having fallen onto his forehead and the wrinkles more pronounced.

“So, eh, you are curious about the paint, si?” He leans in close enough that you can feel his breath on your face.

“Well, yeah. You guys kind of stick out, ya know.”

“Mhm. It shows status in our church. The more paint you have the higher up you are, at least for those on the outside.”

“You must be pretty high up, then?” Your gaze falls to his lips for just a second. “And didn’t you say your name is… Papa? Does anyone actually call you that?”

“Si, si. I am basically, eh, the leader. And Papa Emeritus is my title, cara, so most refer to me as that during official church business.” Terzo gives you a tail and pulls you in close to him, your chests touching now.

“Wouldn’t this be official church business? This is a wedding, after all.” You manage to squeak as you look up at him. You start to slowly sway along with the music again but you feel heat pooling in your core due to how close you are to him.

“The ceremony, si. But this is the reception — party time.” Terzo’s lips curl into a smirk. “But enough about me, eh? How do you know the bride and groom?”

“Katie was my neighbor! We grew up together. She’s actually the only person I know here, other than her parents.”

“Ah, well you know me now, cara. I must ask and I apologize if this is somewhat forward but, I am shocked that a beautiful woman such as yourself does not have a date here with you.”

Your smile falters and your eyes shift to the dance floor. You rest your cheek against his firm chest and take a moment before replying.

“We broke up not too long ago.” His arms curl around you and you didn’t realize how much you needed a hug until this moment. “I’m okay. I’m really fine with it. Just still kinda fresh.” Terzo gives you a small squeeze.

“Do you want to get some air, tesoro?” His grip on your loosens and he looks down at you, his expression soft. You nod and he whisks you away from the dance floor, out the doors and into the cool air of the night. His hands haven’t left you even though you were done dancing as the two of you walk silently over to the patio area.

You sit on the ground, freeing yourself from his grasp and start to take off your heels. Terzo sits next to you and stretches his legs out, his spat shoe lightly tapping against your heels at your feet. He loosens his tie and unbuttons a few of the top buttons of his dress shirt.

“I noticed something about you during our flirty look game.” He speaks up after a few beats of silence.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Other than your looks being flirty… they were also curious. Which was nice compared to all the other judgemental looks I was getting.” His shoulder brushes up against yours and he leans toward you, grinning.

Oh, he has been so smooth tonight and he knows it. You don’t mind; Terzo pulled you from having a “meh” time at a wedding to actually having fun. You look into his duochromatic eyes that are so close to your face and you drift in closer, your lips grazing and then pressing against his for a soft kiss. Terzo sighs into you, his hand snaking to cradle the back of your head as his tongue dips into your mouth. You groan at the taste of him, smoky cinnamon, and you rub your hands at his chest.

He leans back, his soft breath wafting against your lips before he peppers a few more kisses to it and then pulls away completely.

“Your paint is smudged!”

“Dio mio, I can’t show my face at reception with it looking like this.” Terzo cries jokingly then reaches his pristine white glove to your face to wipe off some of his own paint. “I guess we have to go somewhere more private.”

“Oh…” Suddenly, you are feeling sheepish and your cheeks flush pink. “I didn’t book a room.”

“I have one.” He purrs, his finger lightly tracing along your jaw. “If you’ll have me… my company, that is, if you’re comfortable, cara.”

This freaking guy.

“Hmm. I’m not sure you’ll give me what I want.” You look him up and down through thick lashes and then direct your gaze to the night sky. Terzo moves in even closer to you, his chest pressed to your side and you can feel it rumbling. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and you see him slowly remove his white gloves with his teeth.

“This is something I’m very passionate about and very well-versed in, cara.” His voice becomes low and husky. “Let me give you a taste of what I can do — if you are impressed, we go back to my room, yes?” He presses his nose into your cheek and one of his hands pushes up the hem of your dress. You turn your head and kiss him again, your hand tugging at the lapels of his jacket.

He slips his hand up your dress and presses his palm to your clit through your underwear. You gasp against his lips as you pull him in even closer. He rubs you through your underwear, the friction of the fabric against your clit sending spasms down your legs. His fingers hook into the fabric and pulls them down and then runs the tips of them along your slick folds.

“Already so wet for me.” Terzo growls against your lips as he slips a finger inside you. He breaks off the kiss and dips his head to your ear, his teeth nibbling just below the earlobe just as he curls his finger against the sensitive spots inside you. You try to muffle a moan and you tip your head back against the patio wall.

He presses wet, open mouth kisses down your neck and adds another finger and then another, thrusting them slowly in and out and curling them against your walls. You weren’t expecting him to be so effective and you are already in complete bliss, your mouth hanging open as your eyes flutter open and shut.

“Enjoying this, yes?” He purrs against your neck and grazes his teeth against the sensitive skin. You whine and he starts to run his tongue along your collarbone, picking up the pace of his fingers. You are clutching his lapels, your nails digging into the smooth fabric. Your hips buck against his hand and he growls against your chest, his mouth moving up your neck to your jaw. “So close already?”

You clench around his fingers and a deep moan spills from your lips that Terzo quickly swallows with his own. One of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had washes over you as you moan into his mouth and he uses his fingers to coax you through it. Your body trembles while you come down from it, your eyes slowly opening to find him giving you a soft smile.

“Bene? Good?” Terzo quirks a brow but he knows. You sigh deeply with a dreamy smile stretched across your face. Then, you plant your hands firmly on his shoulders and use them to push yourself to your feet. You run your fingers through his soft locks and he groans quietly, sitting back on his heels as he looks up at you. “Please, cara, will you come back to my room? Or shall I take you right here?”

You haven’t felt this important or this in control in a long time. Seeing him on his knees in front of you with disheveled hair and his pink lips peeking through his smeared face paint is bringing the fire roaring back to life inside you.

“Carry me to your room?” The last syllable squeaks out as Terzo sweeps you off your feet and into his strong arms.

The good thing about this wedding venue is that the hotel is onsite which means that the voyage to Terzo’s room is a quick one. Or maybe it just feels that way to you. Before you know it, he has you on the bed with his fingers laced in your hair and his other hand resting on your hip. He settles himself between your legs and grinds his hips against yours.

You tilt your head back onto the mattress and give a soft groan. Terzo’s lips immediately find your neck, biting and sucking sloppily as he starts to push your dress down your shoulders. He kisses down your chest and pulls your dress down to expose your breasts. Your fingers card through his hair as his mouth seals around your nipple, his tongue flicking his tongue against it while you moan. His free hand cups your other breast, massaging it before pinching your nipple between his fingertips.

“Terzo…” You whine and you tighten your grip on his hair. He releases your breast from his mouth with a pop and looks up at you with a grin. He is so devastatingly handsome, even while as crumpled as he is right now. His white eye is practically sparking as he pulls your dress off of you and he gives a soft moan at the sight of your naked body.

You sit up and tug his tie off before starting to work at the buttons of his shirt. He lets his jacket fall to the floor and starts to rub at your sides with his strong hands, slipping them down further to grasp your ass. You whine quietly as you scratch at his chest, feeling his chest hair at your fingertips.

He is looking at you as if he would worship the ground at your feet, but there is still a hint of mischief in his eyes. Your cunt has never ached for someone with this intensity before and you feel almost like you’re in some kind of lust-fueled haze. He gently pushes you back on the bed and unzips his pants, his perfect, hard cock tumbling out of them.

“Così bella, così perfetta per me.” Terzo purrs, resting his hand beside your head as he lines himself up. Your legs wrap around his waist and you can feel the pressure of his cock against your entrance. He pushes in slowly and lowers himself on top of you. Your half-lidded eyes meet his and the both of you sigh as he works himself in, a growl rumbling up in his chest. You kiss him as he bottoms out, swallowing his growl.

The kiss deepens while Terzo rolls his hips, your legs around his waist allowing for him to go deeper and deeper inside you. He moans into your mouth, his one hand clutching at your hip as his thrusts grow more and more powerful. Your teeth graze at his bottom lip before giving it a love bite.

“Cattiva…” He groans against your lips, breaking the kiss to lower his head into the cook of your neck. You gasp as he bites at your neck and digs his nails deeper into your hip. Your nails scratch at his scalp and pull at his hair as he growls against you.

His hips start to snap harder into you and you can’t hold back a deep moan. Your back arches and your eyes fall shut, whines and breathy sobs falling from your lips. Terzo continues to pound into you, even harder now as your soft sounds are music to his ears.

“Look at me, cara.” He huffs after lifting his head to look at you. You do as he says, running your fingers down his hair and neck and resting them on his shoulders. You don’t dare look away or close your eyes, even as your moans grow louder and your limbs start to tremble. Pleasure ripples through your body. You can tell by his eyes and sounds that he is close too. His thrusts stutter, his legs tensing and untensing as he pants and grunts.

You can’t hold it any longer, your eyes squeezing shut and a cry screaming from your lips as your orgasm washes over you. A few more thrusts and he’s right behind you, pulling himself out and spilling his seed on your stomach and breasts. When he’s through, he plants his full body on top of you, mess and all, and pulls you into his arms.

A thought crosses your mind.

“Didn’t you say you’re high ranking in the church? What kind of church allows this kind of fucking?”

“The Church of Satan, tesoro.”

#papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus x reader

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empty-movement · 1 year

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sorry but please... post your akio plastic covered couch tweet here... the world needs to know...

Warning: pics of gross shit happening on the couches

I'll do you one better and include the STORY! So, I, Vanna (note: Yasha mostly does the Tumblr and I mostly do the Twitter,) was smoking enough weed to knock out a large horse or put a very tiny dent in my constant back and shoulder pain, as one does when when they're a middle-aged Registered Nurse in the year 2023. (I'm 39 but it's an old 39, lmao.)

Scrolling through Twitter, I stumble on a fanart of Suletta from Witch of Mercury sitting goofily on a white couch. Now I haven't seen this show yet, but the white couch....looked familiar, and I know the show is very much a descendent of Utena in terms of creative teams. For those that don't know, the series is written by Ichirō Ōkouchi, who also wrote the two Revolutionary Girl Utena novelizations...which if you didn't know about before, you know about now, and can read translated on our site here! (Warning: Touga and Miki uh, in the novels...)

Anyways, so I hop onto my own website and start downloading the images that will constitute receipts, before realizing 1. these images are all on multiple computers feet away from me, 2. the couch isn't an identical match, 3. that'd have been weird anyway, and most importantly, 4:

AKIO'S COUCHES DON'T LOOK RIGHT. OBSERVE:

The edges of the armrests have sloppier upholstery than the blanket I have covering my computer desk. I took the time to tuck seams at least. What is this??

Now it could absolutely be leather, I thought. It would absolutely track. But leather upholstery doesn't look like this. It doesn't wrinkle quite this way. It would have cleaner seams.

No. No that's too shiny for leather. So here I am, presented with this strangeness I'd never really considered in how Akio's couch is drawn, and having spent the last few months learning about my Italian-American family history, my chemically altered ass came to the only reasonable conclusion:

Akio Ohtori has plastic coverings on his white couches, like he's a depression era American in poverty.

Fuck yeah, I though, A HIT TWEET, there, at the end of all Tweeting things. (Yeah I'm working on that, stay tuned, lmao. I of all people know when to bail on stupid men with stupid power.) Because I am me, I framed it as semi serious by pulling a context to explain it out of my ass:

I was joking.

But the replies? They were not. And then I thought about it some more. And I've kept thinking about it. Do I seriously think Ikuhara and Co literally are intentionally drawing a plastic covered couch? Doesn't that feel, Vanna, like a bit of a stretch, even for Utena meta?

Listen to that CRONCH when Akio sits down in episode 31, before Anthy is seen by Nanami. Look, the buttons on the back rest don't quite fit, but the rest? Yeah it kinda does. I was high, but not wrong!?

Akio *does* surround himself with a bizarre hodgepodge of Americana as an aesthetic. The arm garters. The piping and cut of his cowboy-ass shirt. His American car. His mullet. His miniature fucking golf. Why not the plastic covered couch? It's a trope of American poverty that would absolutely have fallen neatly into the diet of American pop culture that influenced Ikuhara. (He makes references to E.T. and The Godfather and Suspiria and all kinds of things in his other work, Utena itself is a little less obvious with individual references but inherits HUGE amounts of vibes from the same content--Ikuhara and Co watched Lost Highway in theaters during the production of the Akio Arc and I will not be convinced otherwise.)

So yeah. That's the story, and that's the theory. Do I seriously believe it was deliberate? Maybe. Probably. Possibly. But it fits so well it's headcanon for me, and in the Utena fandom, pretty much all canon is kind of headcanon so enjoy this one.

What an asshole.

#utena #revolutionary girl utena #utena meta #akio ohtori #akio's couches #do I really need to point out the functional utility of plastic covered couches for this particular character though

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seraphinesupremacy · 3 months

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🫧Hi🫧

Name: call me Dia💎

Age: I was born in 2002 and I'm too lazy to update my age every year💅

Nationality: Italian (English is not my first language so I might make some grammatical errors)

🏳️‍🌈: I'm a bisexual and demisexual/demiromantic girl (I use she/they pronouns)

MBTI: ENTJ (Don't stereotype me. I'm just really into doing things right and I like to have a plan for everything. I always try to find a solution to people's problems)

Something about me: I'm autistic 🪐 and I'm very extroverted, I like to socialize and meet new people. So if we have any interests in common, feel free to write to me🌌 (Read the continuation to find out more about me and what I post, it's important. Thank you)

(I made this edit using picsart stickers that represent my interests and something about me)

🎮Favorite video games:

•League of Legends (I play on the European server)

•Wildrift

•Valorant (I don't play it that much because I'm not very good)

•Overwatch

•Team Fortress 2

•Life is strange (this game made me realize I'm not straight)

•Detroit Become Human

•Danganronpa (I discovered this thanks to tik tok during the pandemic. It was very trendy at the time)

•The last of us

•The Sims 3/4 (I never had the chance to play the previous ones)

🍿My favorite TV series are:

•Shameless

•Love, Death & Robots

•Bojack Horseman

•Arcane

•She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

•Hazbin Hotel

•Helluva Boss (I know it's a series that can be found on YouTube but I didn't want to make a separate category)

•South Park

🎼Singers I like:

•Melanie Martinez (my queen)

•Mitski

•Ariana Grande

•Ashnikko

•Kali Uchis

•Madison Beer

•Girl in Red

•Marina and the diamonds

•KDA ("Akali that girl, 'kali go grr 'Kali don't stop, 'kali don't skrt 'Kali got a job, 'kali go to work 뜨거워 언제나 don't get burnt" 🗣🗣🗣)

•Gorillaz

•Queen

•Molchat Doma

•Arctic Monkeys

•Mother Mother

•Jack Stauber

•Cavetown

•TV girl

•Bo Burnham

I actually listen to a lot of artists but I don't remember them all c:

🫧Things I like:

•Lost media

•Liminal space

•Dreamcore

•Nostalgiacore

•History of cinema (especially animated films)

•Psychology (and all other branches of this science. I also love anthropology and sociology)

•Travel and discover new places

•Everything that has to do with creativity (Drawing, writing stories and fanfiction, creating things like accessories for your clothes and such very cute things. I really admire people who can repaint dolls)

•Having fun (going out with my friends, watching films - if they're trashy films it's even better -, sending each other memes and tik tok videos and things like that)

🪷Hobby:

•Cosplay (Especially cosplaying my comfort characters)

•Drawing (I haven't drawn seriously since 2020. I'm waiting for inspiration)

•Collecting dolls (I love Monster High, Ever After High, Rainbow High and L.O.L O.M.G. I also collect Funko pops and figures from other brands. I also have many books and comics -which I have to finish reading because there are too many-)🧸

•Roleplay (Doing roleplay with me means that I have already organized the whole plot. But I also listen to the other person's ideas)

•Find out about the topics that interest me (Most of the time they have to do with culture. I'm a very curious person and I love to inform myself)

💿What I post on Tumblr:

•Things about my fandoms (Mostly I repost cute icons and wallpapers. Sometimes I make some wallpapers. Maybe start writing some headcanons)

•Positivity (Especially mental health or pride posts about being a member of the LGBT community. Be yourself🌈Be unique)

•Random things (I don't know how to explain this category. I could write something like "I'm looking for people who like this song, does anyone remember this movie? etc" or I answer some questions. Sometimes I also reposted something related to when I feel down, but they are old things and I don't think of posting them again because I prefer to think about good things and find the positive side)

•Aesthetics (If I see some nice photo of a sunset or the sky, I immediately repost it because I feel like it. I also post a lot of things related to nostalgia because as I said before I like the "nostalgiacore" aesthetic. And I'm very nostalgic, they were beautiful times when the only worry was "which Winx character am I?")

•My posts are tagged "Dia's post"

🔞If you are a minor, do not interact. I'm a girl from 2002 so I have young adult maturity‼�� For adults (because I know we are not all the same and not everyone likes some things) I would like to point out some things that I could reblog: I might reblog paintings or sculptures with naked people BUT also drawings with people semi-naked or shown in a sexy way. The artists I refer to are: Fumetti Brutti by Josephine Yole Signorelli and EvviArt. They are the only ones I follow but it is to make you understand what type of art I like. I could reblog posts where sexual topics are written: from the classic "use protection when having s3x" or raise awareness about some topics related to this theme. I want people to be informed about some aspects of this topic (I'm not talking about p0rnographic things ) such as the importance of using protection and above all how important consent is. I don't reblog kink-related stuff or explicit porn because it's not a topic of interest to me. And I don't even have kink because s3x isn't a topic that interests me. It doesn't shock me to hear about NSFW things (it disgusts me if disturbing topics are included in this topic). Many of my interests (TV series or video games and things like that) involve adult themes.🔞

🧜‍♀️Comfort characters:

•Jinx (League of legends/Arcane. She is my main and for certain things I see myself in her)

•Seraphine (League of Legends. didn't like her at first but I love her gameplay. And I think she has the best skins -along with Jinx, of course-)

•Evelynn (League of Legends. She's a Goddess)

•Chloe Price (Life is strange. She made me understand that I like women too. I love this punk)

•Sunset Shimmer (Equestria Girls. She is one of the few ENTJs to be a positive character. I really like how her character has evolved)

•Reagan Ridley (Inside Job. We are very similar in certain things)

•Entrapta (She ra. I love this chaotic neutral autistic scientist princess. Again, I see myself in her)

•Kotori Minami (Love Live! When I was in middle school this was my favorite anime)

•Dia Kurosawa (Love Live! Sunshine. Love Live is an anime that accompanied me as I grew up. I'm very fond of it)

❕️I'm looking for young adult people like me (young adult means being over 18 and under 30). I have no problem with NSFW (I prefer artistic nudity) and I have no problem with swearing. I have a certain maturity so I want to interact with people like that.❕️

‼️ This is my safe space🗣 SO DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU ARE: racist, homophobic, transphobic and against the LGBT community, do not interact if you are a pedophile and if you harm animals. Don't interact if you are against feminism (which I remind you, means gender equality), don't interact if you are people with ideas of hatred and discrimination. No ignorant people about mental health or what is happening in the world, because we are in 2024 and we need to have a minimum of culture. If you think abortion is murder, I would say you can also go elsewhere because I support women's rights and human rights in general. In general, don't interact if you are a person with bad ideas (that kind of bad ideas. Go away)‼️

🌟Talk to me if you are a normal person (and if you're nice and send funny memes. Or if you want to talk about some fandom in common or something. We can also play some video games together or talk about philosophical things like "what's the point of life?" or things like "do aliens exist?")🌟

#about myself #mutuals #get to know me #gamergirl #gorillaz #team fortress 2 #love yourself #idk what im doing #actually autistic #monster high #doll collector #i love fictional men #i like girls too #multi fandom blog #intro post #blog intro #league of legends

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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what would gangrry on a stormy night be like if yn was scared of storms?!! i picture him learning it was storming after it was already started and putting everything on hold to get to her but when he comes home he finds her all tucked away in blankets and nervous 🥺

Oh my goodness…. Such a good suggestion!

Warning- mention of death, blood, anxiety

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“We can continue this later.” The gruff voice echoed in the warehouse, Harry stiffening as he heard the roar of thunder in the air. It truly would be a good place for a movie to be placed, an umbrella passed to him as his wool pea coat flowed behind him. Harry knew that this was his cue to go the fuck home, not only because he was wearing new Italian leather and he hadn’t been able to get them waterproof- but because his one love sat at home, scared.

His fierce, seemingly fearless woman had experienced a lot. She had seen carnage and blood and injuries, death, even. She took to it and dealt with it in ways he hadn’t imagined her to. She didn’t flinch when he came home with bloody clothes anymore, simply cursing because the stains could be a lot to get out. She has people follow her around and handled it extremely well, using her pepper sprays and her defense training he had made sure she got. But the one thing that she feared the most was storms.

Harry did his best to stay ahead of the weather. One would assume that being a man of power he wouldn’t have time to do so- and he didn’t. He had one of his men check the radars a few times a day to ensure there wasn’t any large storm cells moving closer to them. I wasn’t something that he took lightly. Her fears were something that he knew were serious, didn’t trivialize.

There had been a lot of trial and error in their relationships but Y/N always, always was good to him in the end. She deserved the coddling, the sweet words, the feeling of safety he seemed to provide for her. So he drove home quickly, cursing as he hit the steering wheel when lightning flashed in the sky. He knew she was scared right now and he wasn’t there to make it better. But he was hurrying.

There were traffic laws broken getting home but the cops knew better than to pull him over once they ran the plates. Harry was a powerful man and had friends in high places, he didn’t like having to be bothered by trivial things. Especially when he kept things so quiet and made their lives easier.

The moment he got home, he ran through the rain and cursed, throwing his keys to a newer member to park it in their large garage with his collection of vehicles. He didn’t have the time to do the code or anything, wanting to make it to her. The umbrella was closed as he rushed through the foyer, locked the door behind him before he jogged up the steps.

“Darling?” He called, listening for signs of her. Popping his head inside of her art studio, he didn’t see her. Neither in her beauty room- but his heart ached when he opened the master bedroom and saw a lump underneath their covers.

The curtains were drawn tight so nothing could be seen outside. The television on low, some reality show playing on the screen. All the lights on, along with candles flickering in multiple places in the room. She had prepared much better than he had, making him want to coo as he approached her body underneath the blankets.

“Baby?” He tried again, getting her attention this time. Earbuds were nestled in her ear so she couldn’t hear him at first, his form startling her momentarily before she tore them out and shot up from her snuggle place. Her body launched into his, arms looping around his shoulders as her face buried in his neck. She sat on her knees at the end of the bed, shaking slightly as his arms wrapped around her.

“You’re here.” She croaked, feeling herself melt a bit as his warmth hit her. The rich, spicy smell of his cologne making her body react automatically. She had been scared but tried her best to do the routine they’d worked on together to try and lessen her fears until Harry could get to her. The girl had been at their pool when the clouds rolled in and the first rumble of thunder had sent her shaking inside, her pool day ruined. It was a surprise storm because none of the weather apps had said anything besides some light rain!

“Course I am, angel.” The coldness of his rings made her shiver as he cupped the back of her neck. The hair was piled on top of her head in a bun, not having bothered to fix it since she came in from the pool. She smelled like chlorine and sunblock mixed with her normal scent, which he found a bit soothing. “as soon as I saw the weather… M’sorry I wasn’t here earlier but you did so well.” He praised her efforts.

It was hard when someone had a fear. Harry’s mainly were focused around her being hurt, but it wasn’t necessarily irrational. He had all the ability to protect her though, she was smart and he had the best security to boot. For her- Storms were real and while they most likely wouldn’t hurt her, bad experiences as a child had ruined the appeal. She would never understand people who liked watching them.

“It’s okay.” Her voice was hoarse because she hadn’t used it much today. It was supposed to be relaxing. “You’re here now. I missed you.” She squeezed herself to him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. No one would ever imagine that a man like Harry- so feared and known to be merciless to enemies, stoic and cold- would be so soft and pliable for his woman. So passionate and warm. He loved her with his full heart and was never afraid to show her that.

“I miss you every time I leave the house, my love.” He murmured back, gently prying her from his neck to cup the sides of her face and angle it up so he could kiss her. Soft, tender pecks to her petal smooth lips, letting the last one linger. “Look so beautiful in my clothes.” The fact she was in one of his button ups didn’t escape him at all. If anything he was more than pleased with this development to this day. “Let me change quickly… I will sit with you as the storm passes. We can watch… the television you’d like. Or listen to music.” It was customary for them now to drown out the sound. He couldn’t do much when thunder vibrated the house, but distraction was always good.

Y/N let him slip away with a dreamy sigh. It was amazing to her that she had gotten a man like him. Of course he wouldn’t be most peoples cup of tea. He was beautiful, yes, but he was harsh. Brash. Mean. He had a hard job that wasn’t exactly in line with morals- even her own. But he loved hard and well and showed her a love that she ever thought possible in her life. Gave her a home and the chance to relax, took care of her so well that she couldn’t possibly want for a thing, and opened his heart to let her see the real man beneath the ammunition and trading of weapons and other substances. It was enough for her to stay.

When he appeared again, he was in sweatpants and no shirt. Her absolute favorite. So snuggly and warm. His tattoos made her drool, her body aching to be close to him and stick her face back in his neck and inhale his scent again. the wish would be granted as he climbed into the bed with her on his side, her body shuffling into his own and the large arm pulling her close.

The large man with so much metaphorical blood on his hands handled her with a love and tenderness that she had always craved. The long finger brushing hair from her face, looking at her with a look of affection and a bit of concern. Harry worried about her well being more than anything else. It had been such a huge change from just a while ago when his only concern had been his business. She topped it all.

“My beauty.” He sighed, pressing his lips to the middle of her forehead. “You’re safe now. Okay? M’not going anywhere. The storms can’t hurt you. We can stay in bed for as long as you need.” His phone was buzzing but he didn’t care. If it was truly an emergency they would come to him- and nothing was more important to him than her emotional and physical well being.

“I know. Thank you for coming so quickly.” Her fingers traced his sparrow, smiling at the eyebrow on it. She teased him for that often. “I know it may seem silly but… you’ve never made me feel that way. And it makes me feel nice. Safe. Always.” She admitted, kissing his chest and dipping her fingers down further to brush through the slight dusting of hair on his chest that was growing.

“It’s not. Everyone has fears they can’t get over. It isn’t the silly fear you think it is. But you are brave. Come so far from before… you’re so strong all the time. It’s alright to have a fear.” He wouldn’t have said that before her. But she’s taught him so much. “Now…” he adjusted slightly and played with her hair as she melted into his chest, feeling his chest rise up and down with calming breaths. “Tell me what I’ve missed on this show. Who has slept with who, darling? I haven’t watched with you in quite a while.”

#mafiarry #mafia harry styles #mafia harry #mafia one direction #dark Harry #writing #jarofstyles #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry writing #harry styles imagine #harry drabble #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shots #Harry writing #Harry styles writing

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Interview from Rock Hard FR #232

The devil is in the details

You never hid it, Metallica had a big influence on your way of thinking about your career. Impera is your fifth album. It allowed you to play in very big venues, it saw you reach the first place of the US charts. Is it, in a way, your Black Album?

I don't think I can compare our career to Metallica. The band was, at the time, part of this huge mainstream rock wave that was the equivalent of what many rap bands are today. In 1991, Metallica was listened to by every high school student. Whereas, on our side, even if it's undeniable that we're doing well, it's always young people "on the fringe" who listen to us because our trajectory has always been more alternative than mainstream. But it's true that the pressure we felt when creating this fifth album is surely the same as the one Metallica experienced at the time, as well as Iron Maiden with Powerslave (1984). Metallica did have a huge impact on me, it influenced my way of thinking enormously, as did Maiden again, especially in terms of how to tour, how much work to put into our projects, how to behave... We've toured with both bands, and a lot of our strategies - even if it sounds a bit like we're a company - about how to create a good atmosphere for all the people who work with us on the road are very much influenced by the fact that we've opened for them and that they've treated us well.

It is not easy to manage such a success, to manage to prolong the ascension while reinventing oneself sufficiently. Metallica made the choice to drastically change its orientation on all levels, even if it meant taking a big risk. How do you approach this step, which is similar, for Ghost?

We're not at a point where we've accomplished everything yet, especially in terms of gigs, the places I want to play, and there are still a lot of new people to reach. Musically, I already have an album in mind that will contain things we haven't done yet. I also have a film project. But if I ever wanted to do something totally different, I would probably do it under a different name. I'm trying to make Ghost evolve into whatever form it can take, but I would never say to myself, "Okay, I'm going to give up the theatrical stuff, we're going to play in the clothes we wear every day". That's not cool, that's not what we're known for, and that's not what people want. Of course, you could argue that we've already disappointed fans of the first and second albums, who feel they didn't get what they wanted, but exploring new territories and evolving is a very difficult thing to define. Nevertheless, I think there are some key ingredients in the Ghost recipe that I can't subtract without causing serious consequences. If you think of Ghost as a dish in an Italian restaurant, the music is the olives and garlic, our visual attitude is the pasta base, you can't remove one of the two ingredients from such a dish without distorting it... I would add that the lyrics would be the cheese! (laughs) But if I had more time, I would love to play drums in a punk rock band in the future!

I'd like to talk more specifically about the universe and philosophy of the Ghost concept, which is a band that has always given the feeling of being black metal... but without the black metal music. The cover of Prequelle (2018), for example, or the lyrics of a track like "Majesty" are elements that one would easily imagine to find in a black metal band...

I come from the black and death metal scene. I built myself up with it, starting to listen to this music when I was in puberty. My whole adolescence was coloured by this extreme scene, although I grew up listening to a lot of different styles of music. It's clearly my home, where this sort of sub-culture or pop-culture that I like so much comes from. But I also got out of sync with the times pretty quickly: by 1995, I had already lost interest in new bands, being too busy listening to 1985 bands instead! (laughs) The bands I liked the most were still around though. Either because their careers were still going strong, or because they were reforming. In fact, the music that followed me all my life was the music my mother listened to when she was young: The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Doors, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix. It was an echo of another era, the 60s and 70s, which I obviously never experienced. But metal being closer to me, it comes out in Ghost, even though a lot of our melodic elements come from something else. It's in the attitude and the lyrics that you find my black metal, death metal and punk influences. This nervousness, this biting side, the will to move mountains with words, in a very adolescent, aggressive approach...

Since the beginning of the band, some of your lyrics have been precisely anchored in religious references, sacred texts like the Bible. For example, Satan Prayer contains an ‘inverted’ version of the Nicene creed, and many other lyrics refer to very specific things that I imagine you have studied in detail...

Yes, I've always been interested in religion, especially when I started, as a teenager, to get interested in demons and the occult. That was the beginning of my first band. I started writing songs and spent a lot of time with a dictionary, trying to collect words, phrases, and that's what I still do with Ghost today. When you work with words, you have this desire to explore your inner self, linguistically, to refine your language. I'm bilingual, but I want to keep learning new words, new phrases, grammar, whether it's in English or Swedish. When I started writing lyrics, I wanted to do death metal, then black metal, and all the bands I listened to used these words and names inspired by biblical or semi-biblical texts, or expressions in "Latinized" English. I read books on religion, the Bible of course, but I also turned to films, anything I could find, at a time when, without the Internet, it was more difficult to find sources. I collected and gathered a lot of things!

There's another thing you've cultivated since the beginning, in parallel with these very satanic lyrics: it's your sense of humour, which allows for a rather explosive duality. So, when Ghost was still only on Myspace, you were already sending deadpan messages to the fans who contacted you. Like: “you'll burn in hell for eternity for being interested in Ghost... but you can still send us your questions!”

(Laughs) As far back as I can remember, I've always been like that! It sounds a bit silly when you say it like that, but the world loves to laugh. I've always been guided by humour, satire, even when I was playing with Repugnant. Even back then I had a bit of an ironic attitude, and I always added humorous elements to my work. I've always enjoyed both the joking and the very dark - at least on the surface - aspects of some bands. In the underground scene I know, with the exception of a few idiots who were completely dead inside, and who actually had huge mental problems, most of my friends were very funny guys, always guided by the joke and the humour. That's a very important thing to me. I can't imagine living without comedy, without the ability to laugh at almost anything. From my point of view, it's what allows us to deal with things that are supposed to make us cry. There are so many tragic and horrible events in the world, and you'll always find someone to say, "No, it's too soon to laugh about it". But for me, it's never too early. It's a very contemporary thing, to constantly question what we are allowed to laugh about, what we are allowed to say. But I really think that in the future we'll be able to start laughing at everything again, because that's how we get through things. No matter how negative or horrible the subject is, that's how we should live our lives: trying to entertain each other, allowing ourselves to have fun with almost - and I mean almost - everything.

As we said, despite this fun side, your lyrics are very serious. Nevertheless, in the eyes of some listeners, you may give the idea that all this is only a parody of Satanic codes, for fun. It is however difficult to imagine you making fun of Satanism when we know the strong links you had with the late Selim Lemouchi (The Devil's Blood) or that still unite you with Erik Danielsson (Watain), two figures who we know do not joke at all with the question...

(He cuts me off) But I don't make fun of Satanism! Not at all! That was never my intention (silence) I take the example of the book The Name Of The Rose, written by Umberto Eco. Anybody who reads this book can understand, especially in Europe, where many people grew up under a Catholic religious influence... Do you have any recollection of the Church being associated with anything comical or funny? Do you remember priests as comedians, who make you laugh and have a good time? No... Because the devil has always represented intellectualism, freedom of thought, comedy and satire, whereas Christianity has always represented the opposite: the repression of feelings and needs. For me, if you want to approach things from a satanic angle, I can't imagine a more satanic life than the one we propose! (laughs) We talk about freedom, intellectualism, laughter, not following the conformist path. There is sometimes an attitude among the people who form the underground scene that makes them confuse the totalitarian nature of the Church with its opposite. But what do you want? A totalitarian Christianity without the slightest hint of laughter or the other way? You decide... It's also a funny confusion when it comes to the symbols, rhetorical elements, references to the Bible and visual language we use, both in Ghost and in metal in general: we are all fascinated by the devil, power, all that stuff, but to my knowledge, not a single destructive empire in the history of mankind has been designated as Satanic... The number of murders perpetrated by Satanists can be counted on the fingers of a few hands, whereas the HUGE amount of people tortured, raped, killed, burned, stoned, dismembered, thrown like piles of rubbish in public places, for thousands of years, in the name of Christianity and other religions, is insurmountable. Who are those who do harm? (silence) Who are those who cannot take a joke? If you don't want to laugh and prefer to become an authoritarian person, determined to fuck people up, you should go and see a priest, it's the best thing to do...

A band like Black Sabbath had to make their non-Satanism clear early in their career because they couldn't stand to be misunderstood, both by believers and by Satanists themselves. Ghost is eminently more blasphemous than Black Sabbath, but you were never forced by events to speak out on the issue. The Telegraph newspaper recently ran the headline: "How Ghost became the acceptable face of Satanism".

I think it has a lot to do with the groundwork Black Sabbath laid fifty years ago. The first Satanic bands, like Black Widow, Coven or Black Sabbath - and I think even the Rolling Stones, although it's just a word in the title of a song (editor's note: Sympathy For The Devil /1968) - were confronted with the peculiarity of the late 60s. They were in their twenties, born in the 40s, and had taken a big leap into a new era, with all these new freedoms that their parents didn't have, who had been born in the 10s or 20s. And their parents were embarrassed by it all. The long hair alone was too much, not to mention the way they lived their sexuality and didn't care about anything. For their parents, these kids were ruining everything. Today, I dare say that our concerts probably bring together four generations of people. Those born in the 40s, others born in the 50s and 60s, then my generation, and finally the younger ones. All of these people have grown up with a pop-cultural Satan in one way or another, whether it's movies or rock music. It's not as provocative as it used to be, unless you're a puritan or a black metalhead who doesn't know how to smile and thinks that Ghost is joking with Satanism... I would like to point out something else in this regard: of course, Ghost never joked with Satan, not at all, but on the other hand, I'm not trying to embody the face of Satanism. My approach is different from that of Selim or Erik. I'm not trying to get people to take my... (fumbling for words)... whether I am a Satanist or not. At the end of the day, we're an entertainment group. I want to make people happy, but also inspire them. And while I'm doing that with my band, I take the opportunity to give the listeners an idea of what I think about things, how I feel about them. But let's say there is no... programme! (small laugh) I don't think that way. I want to do my bit to help make the world a better place, according to my vision, that of someone who grew up in the 80s with VHS of horror films. My childhood memories are of such a liberated cultural climate... We had almost no restrictions, and I combined that with my personal life, with an older brother and a very liberal mother. There was BB King in one room, the Dead Kennedys in the other, and me in the middle, playing on the table with my Star Wars figures. I believe in a very culturally liberated society, and I want to offer a kind of big buffet with all these things that made me. I think most people think like me. At least the ones I know, because there are of course people elsewhere in the world who seem to miss the great days of the KGB... I don't know what they miss most: perhaps the lack of food and the empty stalls? But it's natural to be nostalgic, to want to go back to a time when life was cool. I believe that, in the near future, the life we are talking about will be allowed to exist. We will be able to listen to rock'n'roll, eat whatever we want, kiss whoever we want as long as they agree to be kissed back, and that's regardless of gender. And the only thing I can do to move those mountains is music, making people dance and laugh. It's the only thing I've ever been interested in, and also the only thing I'm capable of doing. I can't do more, I can't do differently...

The children's choir at Hellfest singing "Come together for Lucifer’s son" is far more disturbing than any ritual with pig's blood and inverted crosses. Yet few people are shocked. Most find it fun. Ghost is thus a kind of joyful satanic expression!

I love the duality of this experience! I also have my moments where I turn into a poser doing the "invisible oranges" gesture [editor’s note: a gesture that consists of holding both hands in front of you as if you were holding oranges] when I hear something that sounds **EVIL** (laughs) I like this aggressive, dark side, because it is also a part of me. But I chose to present this part, at least with Ghost, in a more joyful, positive way, because I believe that the Force is a balance. You have to combine the light and the dark. Everything evolves in a circular way, and if you try to trick people into using only one or the other side, it doesn't work. I don't believe in that. Doing this kind of stuff is the most intuitive way to express myself and my feelings. For me, "Monstrance Clock" with children defines me exactly, in the strongest way: it's funny and solemn at the same time, in a sacred sense... It's my more childish side because I also want to believe in supernatural things. I really do!

Because you are not an atheist.

(Firmly) No! I am not! I believe in the Force! Of all the explanations that exist, George Lucas' is the best: we have to work with the Force, it needs to evolve, but you can use it in two different ways, positive or negative. With it, you can destroy as well as rebuild...

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview

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Elemental Masters Headcanons

Part 1 because there’s 15 of them and I’m not fitting them in one post 💀💀 Also sorry I haven’t been posting, my english teacher has been kicking my ass with a shit ton of work. Anyways, if u want more headcanons just send an ask lol

Acronix

- He/They

- Gay

- Filipino

- Hates his dad

- Uncle to Griffin Turner (Lego Dimensions refrence mwehehehehe)

- Accidental rizz

- Markings from the time vortex

- Pinning for Cyrus Borg

- Listens to pop, hyper pop, and any energetic music

- Dare I say…… Ayesha Erotica and Cupcakke fan.

- Probably hacked his phone to get spotify premium without paying

- Collects anything he sees- crow

- ADHD

Ash

- He/Him but doesn’t mind any

- Panromantic Asexual

- Carries cigarettes but doesn’t smoke

- High pain tolerance

- Black and British

- Selective mute

- Has a few burn marks on his arms from when he was younger

- Hates loud noises and people so he wears earplugs

- Seeing Smoke from MK: He just like me fr !!!!

- Listens to slightly unsettling but banger songs like Puppet Boy and YKWIM? Idk what that genre is called 😭😭

- Motorcycle racer- “Smokescreen”

Bolobo

- They/He

- Demisexual Panromantic

- Polyamory relationship with Gravis and Jacob Pevsner (EarthShipping)

- Can withstand poison/venoms from plants to an extent

- Cottagecore

- Hearing aids

- Brad Tudabones maternal uncle but unaware of it

- Wears their hair in a braid

- Has a garden of plants they made from scratch/by not using their powers

- Works as a popular florist and gardener on the side

- …lives in their shop lmao

Chamille

- GENDERFLUID 🫵🫵

- Any pronouns

- Lesbian

- Dating Tox (FoxgloveShipping)

- Most aggressive fighter

- Italian and Scottish

- Best friends with Shade

- Former golden child, misbehaves/does crimes in order to take control of her life

- Scene kid, definitely an Odetari fan

- Criminal on the run

- Blackmailer on the dark web

Gravis

- He/Him but doesn’t mind any

- Asexual Biromantic

- Indian

- Polyamory relationship with Bolobo and Jacob Pevsner (EarthShipping)

- Disabled; has joint pain and needs to use a wheelchair when outside his house, otherwise he uses crutches

- Somewhat picky eater

- Bites his nails when nervous

- Smart but also really dumb

- Tired 24/7

- Doesn’t like fighting and is more of a support character cuz yk joint pain

- Unknown job- no one knows how he gets money 😭😭 (he actually just has a shit ton of inheritance money)

#xylomilo: ninjago #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago acronix #ninjago ash #ninjago bolobo #ninjago chamille #ninjago gravis #ninjago elemental masters #ninjago season 4 #ninjago tournament of elements #ninjago season 7 #ninjago hands of time #ninjago headcanons

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I agree so much with your take about D seeming more emotionally invested in covers rather than their own songs. I think the issue is that 90% of the songs they've released after tdi are enjoyable to listen to but have no emotional substance. There's no personal element, they could've been written by anyone. Idk if he can do better in english tbh. Writing in your 2nd language is hard. He can write some hit with help most likely but another coraline, vent'anni, torna a casa etc? I doubt it.

"they could've been written by anyone."

bestie hitting the nail on the head at such a velocity that it broke the damn hammer.

The things is that IWBYS is actually clever. Theres word play in the David and Goliath reference. And in their earlier English stuff theres also some decent lyrics that you think would indicate being a pretty good song writer half a decade later.

You're a soldier but you'll never wear you armor again / Now you found freedom but now / Tell me who knows your name / Because I know how does it feels / To feel like you're reflected / From the mirror of the shame / And you feel like you're the last man / And you feel like you're suspected of a murder that you've never done / Now you found freedom but your freedom is just like a bomb

- thats from their first song studio song EVER. So I think that Dami just doesn't have enough time to develop the lyrics like he wants to. But no I don't think its gonna be the literal POETRY that he writes in Italian. The unfortunate thing is that I truly believe he has so much to say. Especially after doing research for The Sun Is the Center of Everything (my fanfic). The verse he did Stato Di Natura is literally about relationship anarchy (in my opinion).

No 3/4 of Maneskin have not have finished high school but these kids are all eloquent and educated and rejecting social norms. I feel like they've been muzzled by Sony U.S. and that Damiano is not getting the chance to communicate through music to anything remotely close to his full potential. its fucking frustrating to see their art suffer to the point that it doesn't sound like art, it sounds like AI generated commercial pop-rock. like I know these bitches having something to say AND I WANNA HEAR IT

#maneskin #måneskin #damiano david #må #discourse?#nah #just me and my fucking opinions

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Milan

Synopsis: Y/N and Urban have been friends since high school and they seem to have a romantic relationship. But who really loves who here? Are Y/N decisions change them forever?

Warnings: possibly toxic Urban. Reminder that this is fanfiction, all stories are purely fictional. Swearing, slightly +18. Themes of alcohol, drugs and s_x. ✏️🐜☕️ welcome to my wicked mind 🎱🔌📄

I've been waiting for the Scuola d'artista di Milano final selected artists for months. I submitted my portfolio and did interviews at the beginning of the year, for a summer exhibition tour of my portraits and a scholarship for their summer arts school. The problem is that I didn't tell anybody about it, because I was afraid of failing once again. It's hard to be an artist, it's not stable also there's so much pressure on you to succeed, to pay your own bills, to have the right connections. My family has never supported me and they will never either, even though I love my creations and it actually pays my bills, it's just not that stable like an engineering career, which is what I actually dropped out of college.

I was holding my phone and refreshing my email inbox every two seconds. It just refreshed, I did it again. I was sitting on my boyfriend's- I mean, my "friends with benefits"'s couch, with my legs trembling from anxiety and my heart racing like a horse. He wasn't home though. He left earlier for a photoshoot - he's a photographer and loves his job, but sometimes I wish he pursued some of his artistic abilities. He's got good eyes for colors and palettes, he draws really well and paints even better. I've encouraged him to apply for some exhibitions and curations, but he always says the same thing: "I'm good with what I have now, I'm happy working with Jack". However, I knew he wanted to explore more of his artistic side, he was just afraid.

I wasn't. I had a lot on my back to not pursue my dreams. I've dreamed of this summer arts school for a long time and I finally applied for it, because it only reopened now, after 2 years. It would be my biggest current dream come true. A whole summer in Italy, with possibilities of exhibitions in Milan, Rome, Turin, Tuscany, Napoli... I was nervous enough, then my phone popped out a notification.

Urban🌆💛: come to the studio later, we gon throw a party here

It would be good. It would be the perfect time to drink my life out of me if I didn't get the result I wanted or celebrate my biggest achievement this year.

And just like that, I didn't even need to refresh my email. The notification came up on the top of the screen. My whole by trembled. I opened it and tried to read with my best Italian, just to see it was in English too on the PDF File.

Accepted. With a huge feedback written in both English and Italian, my artistic project was accepted. A scholarship in Italy and the exhibitions tour. Tears of happiness streamed down my face involuntarily, my heart was heavy and light at the same time. Exactly what I needed, what I've been dreaming. I just wanted to share the news with someone I knew that would be as happy as me. Urban.

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When I pulled up at the studio, the guys were having a blast. Everyone was just in a good mood. Jack, Urban's best friend who also happens to be a n.1 rapper in the country at the moment, was vibing to some fire synth tunes. There were some of the other guys from their group of arts and friends and some girls too. When I looked for Urban, I saw him talking to a brunette with wavy hair, wearing some tight leggings and way tighter long sleeved shirt. I froze for a second before approaching them. I mean, the biggest news of the year just came to my email inbox and nothing could break me down. Right?

I walked through the crowd, greeted everyone with the biggest smile on my face. Jack even came for a big hug because he knew how much I was important to Urban's life - I was the Urban's backbone, listening to him, encouraging him to be his best, to even get out of bed when he didn't feel like it, to pursue his dreams, to just be who he is unapologetically. Also, we were just super chill when we were together and Jack really liked my pieces of advice when he had to make some great decisions. And he knew how much I loved Urban, how much I wanted to transform this "friends with benefits" status to a real relationship, with the labels of "boyfriend" and "girlfriend". Even though Jack was not a fan of relationships, he knew how Urban and I were good for each other. Well, at least I was good for Urban. He supported me with the art thing, yes, but he got me confused a lot of times. Did he like me? He wanted us to be exclusive like this: he could be talking to other women... but when talked to other man... he would go nuts. And it bothered me. But I thought it was protection sometimes. I didn't have the best choice with the men I hooked up with. Urban seemed to protect me from the world a lot of times. And he was cute and tender when we were together. He just never showed me as his girlfriend, not even around his friends - who became my friends too somehow. When we're all together, he just dodges my PDA, we don't kiss not even hold hands. But everybody knows we fuck. It bothers me a lot. But what can I say, what do I have?

"Urban, can I talk to you?" I finally arrived at where he was, sitting on the couch with the girl almost all over him. My tone wasn't the best one because I was really bothered by him on that situation.

"Now? I'm kinda busy" he said scoffing. I insisted.

"It's really, really important and I wanted to speak to you in private, can we go outside a little?" I asked. He agreed, sighed and stood up. I tried to reach for his hand but he put his hands on his pocket. He was just cold for no reason.

When we got to the parking lot, it was a little fresh, the breeze of an upcoming summer was all around. I was too happy and it could show. But Urban's reactions were throwing me off.

"What do you wanna say?" he asked, lighting up a blunt.

"I've got news..." I sang with a high pitched voice. His face went blank.

"Don't tell me you're pregnant." he joked. I took it seriously.

I took it seriously because it was my biggest fear. He knew it. I was raised by a single mother and made a promise that I would never let my kid have no father. Urban knew it and that was the reason we had small arguments sometimes because he wanted unprotected sex and I didn't. No matter how into birth control pills I was, I just couldn't.

"What if I were?" I asked seriously. I wanted to see his reaction. And why did he think of it?

"Then... this would be news..." he started but I didn't even let him finish.

"What's up with you today?" I asked, I wanted to know what was wrong.

"Nothing, but you just interrupted something I've got going on in the studio, so..." he said. I nodded. Of course, the girl. The he was just shooting his shot. It was disrespectful to me. It was something small, yes, it was. Ok, no. It wasn't. Why could he just hang out with other women and I was there, at his flat, scrolling through instagram, ignoring DMs and men calling me for dates? What was wrong with me? "So, wait..." his face went blank again. He looked at my belly. I actually wanted to throw up. But it was just so diminishing. Imagine you want to tell someone you love great news about your dreams and they react like this?

"What... if... nevermind, Urban. Just go back to what I "interrupted"" I said, then tried to walk away.

"No, I mean, seriously, what's going on with you?" he thickened his voice.

"I wanted to share with you some great news and this is how you react, seriously, I can't."

"So you are..."

"No! And what if I were, is this how you would react? Gosh, you're the one who wants unprotected sex. And whatever now Urban, I'm just here to say that I got admitted to study arts and go on an exhibitions tour of my portraits in Milan!"I yelled with my heart, but it looked like I wasn't delivering great news, because my voice was shaking, my eyes were full of tears.

"Milan? As in Milan, Italy? Why haven't you told me anything about Milan, scholarships, portraits exhibitions... and... let me say, Milan again! It's on the other side of the ocean! How long are you gonna stay there?"

"Why do you care about the wrong things? Urban, this is a dream for me! I'll have my art physically being exhibited in Europe, there will be actual people seeing it, paying for it and I will learn how to master my skills at the best school in the whole fucking world! This is huge to me! I thought you'd at the very least say "congratulations" but I guess that's just not the case!"

"Because you're gonna be away from me for a whole summer!"

"Like we were not gonna be already? You're gonna travel with Jack for his summer festivals, in Europe too, that's a fact, and where would I be? Here? Waiting for you?"

Urban went silent when he heard me. He was going to be all around Europe with Jack, doing what he loves, and where would I be? I was chasing my own dreams, too, and going to Italy was just the beginning of the takeoff my career and I'd grab on it with my biggest strength.

"But..." he started but the loss of words was bigger. "Why would like to be away?"

"I wouldn't like to. I want to to to Europe, I want to expand my arts skills. What's wrong with that?"

"You're gonna be away from me, from your friends..."

"I can make new friends and you... well, didn't I interrupt something going on in the studio? You and the brunette...".

Silence fell again. I'm not the biggest confrontational person ever. I actually hate conflicts, I hate talking about my feelings. I like to put my feelings into my art and that's what really matters to me and what makes my art feel so powerful. This is my time to show the world who I truly am through my art.

"I'm not leaving, I'm chasing my dreams." I finally said.

"And you didn't even think about me?"

"Should I? Do you think about me? Seriously, because, when I'm around here, you act like I'm nothing to you. You text me to come over and then you're talking to someone else. You treat me like I'm no one for you. It's like I'm your side piece sometimes and all the other hoes are your main chick." I let my heart out.

"I just don't feel ready for a relationship, you know that, what's the issue?"

"The issue is that being in a relationship or not, I deserve respect, Urban. I deserve to be treated well by you in front of your friends. I deserve to be respected at all times, I deserve more than this "come over, I'm alone" bullshit, I deserve so much more than you can offer with your lame ass excuses that you're young and living, guess what I'm young and living too!" I said, turning around, fighting the tears and looking for a spot so I could open the driving app and find a car to pick me up. Urban followed me close behind and even he was repeatedly calling me, I gave no answer, just hearing the sound of my own steps on the ground and the wind whirling around my ears.

He then grabbed you my your arm, making me turn around to face him. The tears running down my face felt like waterfalls, unstoppable and uncontrollable.

"I love you, just... it's..." he tried to kiss me and clean my tears but I stepped back, using my hands to push him.

"No. You don't love a thing except your damn self, and maybe Jack! See you never, Urban!" I exclaimed and ran away, step after step further from that nightmare. I arrived at a café bar some miles away from the studio. I entered there not giving a single fuck to people looking at my red eyes, my crying face and my heart visibly beating. I was sweating and breathing heavily. I sat down and ordered something random from the menu just to stay there. I looked at my cell phone, it was on "Do not disturb" but the notifications bar showed some messages were coming. I unlocked it and saw Jack sending me a lot of messages, the gray bars of typing appearing and disappearing. I read them with my vision all blurred and just saw the words "Urban" "losing it" "where are you?"

I turned my phone off.

there will be a part 2 just because it got too long.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt smut #urban wyatt #fanfic

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sheirukitriesfandom · 1 year

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Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

@thequeenofthewinter (and I think domeone else too but there's nothing in my notifications 🤔) tagged me a while back but because I have a whole bunch of shit going on irl I've been feeling rather "socially drained" and putting all my free time into Italian and ESO.

So sorry for the wait 😅.

Tagging: @elavoria @skyrim-forever @alma-amentet @katastronoot @miraakulous-cloud-district @dirty-bosmer

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

I hope I'll finally finish ACoS: Foe so I can move on to the letter G (ACoS is based on a series of letter prompts). I also want to continue with my original writing project.

2) Rec a book!

I rarely get around to reading for myself rather than uni (two foreign languages = two literary canons, yay), so I'm going with an author I admire greatly.

I recommend "The House* of Ulloa" (Los pazos* de Ulloa) by Emilia Pardo Bazán.

The story is set in 19th century Galicia and follows the young priest Julian Alvarez, who becomes chaplain for the marquis of Ulloa. Upon his arrival at the run-down estate, he gets drawn into the intrigues between the marquis, Pedro Moscoso; his majordomo, a suspicious, brutish man named Primitivo; and Primitivo's daughter Sabel, who is the mother of Perucho, Pedro's illegitimate son.

The House of Ulloa is an example of the Spanish naturalist movement, so if you're a fan of minimalist style, this book probably isn't for you.

*House doesn't exactly equal pazo. A pazo is a manor house in the countryside which often looks a bit like a small castle.

(Pazo de Meiras, where EPB used to live. Sadly, it later became the summer home of Spanish dictator Francisco Franco...)

3) Rec a fic!

A Dream of Empire by Melampus

I'll just let the summary do the work for me:

"The Empire was all Lyrian had ever known. From a simple war mage trainee to Fatebinder, she never looked back on her choices, assured of her life as a loyal servant of the Empire and the Overlord. The war of conquest for the Tiers changed that. The fires of war forged Lyrian into something else beyond a mere tool. War was an ugly, dirty thing, but Lyrian felt right at home in the grime of battle, the spilling of blood. She never aspired to more, yet the world simply laughed.

And yet, in the chaos of war, there was a constant that she gravitated around without truly realizing it. Or rather, someone.

The Fatebinder of Balance."

I love Lyrian and her relationship with Calio, I love the additions to Tyranny's worldbuilding, I love the way everyone is characterised—it's just a great fic for a great, underrated game.

4) Rec music!

I've been thinking long and hard about which Trve Kvlt metal band I'd talk about just to show off my ~~eclectic taste~~ but fuck, I wanna gush about Angelo Branduardi.

I love Angelo Branduardi.

He's a renown Italian folk/traditional/pop musician, author, film soundtrack composer, (small-time) actor and, relatively recently, voice actor for a point & click adventure game.

His music spans an incredible range of genres, lyrics & time periods ranging from songs of medieval origin to quiet folk to singer/songwriter to pop. He's released 28 studio albums and 50 albums in total. My favourites are the "Futuro Antico'' albums which contain adaptations of traditional songs from different areas and time periods as well as languages.

For example, the other day I listened to "Loibere Risen" from the first Futuro Antico album and thought to myself "Wait a minute, that's not exactly German… but it sounds so German I can kinda understand it." It's a song from the 13th century sung in Middle High German… Other obscure languages and dialects, such as Occitan, also find their way onto those albums.

Many publications call Branduardi a "modern day bard" and I think that's an apt description so if you're in any way inclined towards folk and "Bard-ish" music (or are learning Italian and looking for an easy to understand singer), I recommend you check him out.

Oh, and Angelo Branduardi is also the voiceclaim for Chief Justiciar Valcarion, one of my ESO OCs.

5) Share one piece of advice!

When it comes to creative activities, rules are there to be broken.

For any creative expression there are so many guides out there telling you to do this and that and while you should understand why those rules exist, don't let them limit you. Write that experimental 500k word novel from the perspective of a goose, wear that weird outfit you find cool even if they tell you those colours don't go together or it's out of fashion, draw that proportion-defying figure even if people tell you that's not how it works.

It's all about expression and it's all good as long as those deviations from the norm are your intent (rather than, say, trying to draw a proportional human being but failing and hiding behind style).

#tag games #talk music to me #Fun fact: Meiras still belonged to the Franco family when our class went there bc EPB and the tour guide was a stauch fascist #We were all very shocked and appalled at how openly the guy glorified the Spanish civil war+Franco #Meiras changed hands 1-2 years later so idk if that guy still works there #Spotify

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because-its-eurovision · 1 year

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What are in your opinion the top 3 finnish esc performances?

Also who fo you think are the most attractive / hottest finnish contestants ever? I need this for science👀 (if you are comfortable answering)

What a lovely ask! 🖤 I picked three performances based on styling (clothes, hair, make-up, jewellery), choreography, staging and lightning choices, camera angles, vocal performance and charisma of the singers and back-up singers & musicians, and how well all of of those support the melody, lyrics and structure of the song. I suck at making definitive rankings so these are in chronological order 😄

1977: Monika Aspelund - Lapponia

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Lapponia tells the story of a beautiful witch maiden in Lapland and the man who falls in love with her, and Monika really acts out the lyrics to the camera with her expressions. The blue and white (Finnish flag colours my beloved) styling with Lapponia brand jewellery is very simple yet stylish in a Nordic way and fits the song well. Vocal performance of both Monika and the back-up singers is near perfect considering she was suffering from angina at the time and still managed to hit the high note. Choregraphy again is simple but works and compliments the epic chorus, and the end frame is possibly the greatest of Finland's Eurovision history. There's a reason why this is still my favorite entry of all time.

1990: Anneli Saaristo - La Dolce Vita

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Once again: simple yet effective. The song is a great combination of melancholic Finnish mindset with Spanish and Italian influences. The main melody flows effortlessly and her low, dark and full voice is perfect for that. Throwing in the acoustic guitar and some flamenco claps for Mediterranean flavor when she is singing about beautiful sweet life in the chorus. Staging is beautifully balanced with the guitar players on both sides of Anneli and she really pops with the red outfit and makeup, bringing out the passion of the song. And listen to the horns and violin sections of the live orchestra! The ending pose is the cherry on top. One of the most succesfull Finnish entries ever and deservedly so.

2021: Blind Channel - Dark Side

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Dispite some slight mishaps in the vocal performance, as a whole I love this performance to bits. The background screens with them hanging upside down in white clothes so the stage is not too dark. The combination of red and black. The contrast between Joel and Niko that was purposefully built by giving Niko the rapper look with darker hair and Joel the rocker look with blonder hair. The pyros right from the start and throughout the song. The choreography that looks natural and effortless despite being rehearsed hundreds of hours. The text JOIN in Joonas's guitar, when I first saw him lifting it in their second rehearsal clip I got chills. How they make Niko's and Joel's height difference work by putting Joel behind Niko to whisper like a demon. How dynamic and full of energy the entire performance is and how they are giving their ALL. Joonas & Olli walking to mid stage to join the HU HU HU choreography with Niko & Joel. Aleksi's hairflip. Joonas's hairstyle and clothes and the guitar spin. Him lifting the guitar for the slow part and how Olli looks at the camera. Kneeling Joel. JOIN on Niko's palm. How the energy builds up for the final chorus and them all making the huge jump together, perfectly timed with the pyros. The "headshot" move. Joonas & Olli just spinning and running from opposite directions across the stage during HU HU HU HU, twice. The final scream & pyro combination. 😭😭😭🖤🖤🖤 MY BOYS DID THAT

I'm glad you didn't ask for top-3 hottest contestants, because that would be impossible 😄 Some of those whose looks I've appreciated are Blind Channel (2021), The Rasmus (2022), Käärijä (2023), Sebastian Rejman (2019) and Jarkko Ahola (Teräsbetoni 2008). Boys of Softengine (2014) were adorable, as well as Paradise Oskar (2011) 🥰

#yeah we didn't really have any hot representatives before 2000's huh 💀#maybe Markku Aro #I loved answering this ask THANK YOU SO MUCH #sorry for a boring straight person answer #I do find Emppu very hot though #I'm straight not blind #eurovision #finland #asks

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mischivarien · 1 year

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Sooooo, I randomly started to write Steve angst, on my birthday yes. And I had to share it. All head canons are from various sources and I'm working on gathering them, as theses having been circling in my head for about 11 months now...

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47592025

He doesn't know when it started. Probably when Hargrove smashed a plate onto his head back in '84. Or, no. Most likely when Byers rocked his world by smashing his face in.

It definitely wasn't his first concussion he had gotten. He's had many of those thanks to the many years he was on the basketball team and the one year he tried the football team back in freshman year.

Yea, he doesn't know when the hearing loss, worsening eyesight, or migraines started. When he started to have difficulty with his motor functions, or even when he started to have more trouble with reading and translating between languages.

The hearing loss thats getting so bad, that he can barely hear the kids arguing in the backseat of his car.

Cannot hear the television at movie nights, lea in him utterly confused and ashamed when he doesn't have a clue on what's happening on screen.

The loss so bad, he can't listen to his favorite music. No up-beat disco on lonely car rides or late nights. No indie pop or punk music with Robin in the car on the way to and from places or in her room during 'girl's night'.

His eyesight so bad that he can't see the doors from his spot at the front desk in the bookstore he and robin now work at after Keith fired them for not being present during the entirety of spring break.

Cannot see the drawings Will shows him with a tentative smile late at night while Joyce is at work, bad Jonathan is doing college.

He can't see Eddie's smile when hes hiding behind his notes so the kids can't see his face, otherwise they'd end up guess what might happen during the campaign.

The migraines so bad, he can't get up to go to Robins for the night and watch random shows on her television set while they paint each other's nails and talk about anything and everything while trying to be quiet, minding Robins parents sleeping down the hall.

The pain so bad that if he strains his eyes or ears too much, the pain will become worse, to the point he has to camp out in the bathroom, sitting close to the toilet with how nauseous he is, not able to stand, or he'd faint.

So bad, he can't listen to music at a high volume. Can't listen to the kids rambling about their interests, or listen to everyone enjoying the campaigns Eddie, Will, or Erica come up with, having to step out of the room and find a way to drown out all the noises.

Having to leave the basketball team, and the swimming team soon after, because his coordinations were off, and his legs and arms wouldn't cooperate with him a dn the water.

He's unable to get the courage to paint with how shaky his hands are, unable to get the desired strokes he was once able to create seamlessly.

Being terrified to drive, because one wrong move, one bad shake of his body or one random spasm, and he could end up swerving or crashing. Terrified he could hurt himself moe, or worse, hurt anyone else who's in the car with him.

His reading comprehension getting worse than it was before, the floating letters and mixed up words not registering like they used to. How he can't even try to read, or else his eyes will start to water, and his ears will start ringing with the effort to understand, causing a migraine to flare up.

Being unable to tell if he's talking in English, Italian, or French. Barely knowing if what he's saying is lining up with what he wants to say.

He knows it's bad, he's seen doctors and specialists about everything.

Hearing aids, so that he would be able to hear at least something.

Glasses, so he could enjoy life with better sight.

Medication to help the migraines and uncoordinated movements, so he could live a "normal" life.

Therapists to help with his response to these 'new changes' in his life and to help him gain back confidence in himself.

He's seen them, he's talked with them.he just can't afford those things. How would he? When he can barely afford food for the month. Can barely afford to pay rent for his small apartment at the edge of Hawkins.

He knows he needs those things, knows he has people he can ask for help.

But.

He's not ready to get help. He just wants to sit in the pain a little longer, thinks he deserves it after everything he's done in the last few years, good or bad.

He'll ask the Munson's, or the Hopper-Byers, the Buckleys, Wheelers, Hendersons, the Sinclairs, or Aunt Flo and Phil.

He will.

He's just not ready yet.

#stranger things #steve harrington #hurt steve Harrington #angst #background steddie #we love putting steve through the ringer🥰

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castielhereforyou · 2 years

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I, because of my friend's support😭💗doing this posttt!! Thank u too yall for showing me support!! That made so confident😭<3 hope y'all will like itt, cause that something I'm so excited to dooo ^^

Introducing my OC <3:

Imporant informations first ^^:

Name: Leanna ^^ but she prefers to be called Léa!

Age: 22 years old :3 she is a 2000's line!

Birthday: 15.04.2000

Ethnicity: Thaï-italian^^ her Dad is Thaï and her Mom is italian! She was born in France, went to Thailand from her 10years old to her 12yo, then from her 12yo to 16yo she lived in Italy and then she came back to France in September 2017 where she is now living^^

Language she speaks:

(A fact about this part: I tbh was afraid to get called a mary-sue xD😭😭like it's just that my OC is bi-racial😭plus I wanted to add the language I speak!! That's all I promise😭)

-She currently speaks: Thaï-Italian-French-English and arabic^^

Occupation: a student at university ^^

Fav color: everyshade of Blue~

What does she looks like:

-She is a very tall girl ^^ her actual height is 176cm! She has a slim body, short dark brown hair with green eyes, one mole under her left eye and another under the right side of her mouth💙

-A round smol shaped head^^, small nose, Big eyes and small mouth!

-I assume she is kinda sporty, she practice dance since she's 3yo, plus she does some pilates sometimes ^^ but she doesn't have a certain diet! She eats whatever she wants!

Fun? Fact: She exactly looks like her Mom<3 just like copy and paste xD❤

(Here's a pic of her with her boyfriend hehe AKA Castiel ^^ <3)

Her passions/studies/hobbies:

-Léa's been into dancing since her childhood! But growing up she is also a big fan of Theater and of courseee her big passion the ✨Photography✨

-Currently still practicing dance, graduating from High School, she pursues her big passion, the photography in university ^^

-Beside that, she doesn't have a certain hobby! She loves dancing it's one of her passions, but her student life taking so much time :( the dance slowly became only a hobby she does in blank time.

-But, in her blank time, she likes to watch movie and series ^^ (with her bf<3, friends or alone :3), also listening to music!

Her through the year:

-The story of my OC starts in Sep 2017! when she moves to the country she was born in, France! She goes there to study her last year of High School in Sweet Amoris^^ because basically because of her Dad's work! (Just like Candy hehe, I like canon things sometimes^^)

-In 2017-mid 2018 she looked like this!

(Long hair héhé<3)

Last 2018-first 2020, She was like this:

(The hair a little more shorter^^)

Then from mid 2020-now, She looks like that^^

(She completely cut her hair haha<3)

And sometimes she wears glasses^^

Taste in music^^:

-She listen to several music genres!! Doesn't have a fav one She likes too many songs from different genre haha!

-But just like mee😭, my baby is a K-pop Girl<3, listen sometimes to Pop songs but not that much^^, Also! Sometimes is into Rock, She likes the Rolling stones and ofccc Crowstorm😌<3

Little bonus^^ : She plays Guitar and Ukulélé!

Her friends:

-In High School^^, She quickly become Friends with her classmates!

-Her two best friends are: Rosa and Alex<3

-She also get along with all the boys^^ Castiel<3, Nath, Armin Kentin and Lysander :3

-Moving to University, She is still friends with almost everyone beside the one who went away :")

-Her friends now, I would say are^^: Rosa and Alex ofcc, Nath, Armin, Kentin, Lysander and also CROWSTORM Members^^ Especially Gabin she likes him a lot <3

Her Love Life<3

(Hope y'all were waiting for this one xD)

-Léa arrived in Sweet Amoris, September 22th!

-She quickly notices Castiel, because of his red hair^^ and attitude!

-She, like Candy^^ quickly become friend with Castiel<3

(Btw😭The love story is veryyyy long😭so I think I'll probably make a whole post about it so I'm going to talk about it briefly)

-From friends to Lovers<3, They become a couple the March 09th, 2018<3

-1 year after, they decide to live together in Castiel house^^ (I didn't follow UL time lap, they didn't break up and neither waited 4years hehe, the story is still a lil complicated to explain but yes after 1 year they live in the same house!)

-They are now together since 4 years^^ and they live together with Demon who's still alive in my story❤

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Bonus~:

Haha I'm sorry but doing picrew is soo funny😭😭

And the best for the enddd<3333

A gift from my bestiiie😩😩😩 @black-parade-phantom <333

My OC with Her OC<33 hehe, they look so hot for this world😡💗💗

#mcl #my candy love #mcl headcanons #my candy love headcanons #mcl meme #mcl castiel #OC #<3 #amour sucre

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perilsperil · 2 years

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I come from a family of really WASPy elitists. We don't watch sports because it's "stupid," and "boring" but we watch some thin white woman make a beige box even more beige on HGTV. Sports was considered low brow at best, with golf being more highfalutin and acceptable for like the Masters PGA or whatever, and wrestling being for redneck idiots who married their cousins. Seriously.

But because of @21st-century-flapper I've learned a lot about wrestling, at times against my will lol, and well. There's this gif.

So I changed my cable package around and last week was the first time I watched AEW. Really the first time I watched wrestling at all, when it wasn't channel surfing and us laughing "well at least WWE is on" as me and my sister in law did at my other brothers wedding, before we switched to vintage Teletoon to fall asleep to.

What I found was something that is very operatic. Opera is considered very high brow but a lot of that is because to a North American ear, a foreign language sounds exotic, especially a language like French or Italian. Even complicated operas like Der Ring des Nibelungen, which is like 4 individual Operas and is something like 18 hours long, it's incredibly simple. It's a story of love, death, betrayal, loyalty. It's basic as hell and uses familiar tropes in the form of Norse Gods. One of the 4 just tells the story of Ragnarok. It's just Norse myths. And other operas are more simple, I just like the Ring Cycle. It's the same with Shakespeare. These are simple stories meant to have mass appeal. They are the MCU of their time.

I don't know wrestling terminology. I watched AEW last week and I was kind of lost in terms and phrases. I've dropped into the middle of a lot of story lines and I don't really know what's totally going on. But these are simple stories, so just like with opera, you eventually clue in even if you don't speak the language. The costumes are ostentatious, and there is a lot of violence. These are the same reasons we watch opera, or Shakespeare (admittedly most of those have significantly less violence but that's not to say there is none. Hamlet ends up with everyone dead, the ring cycle ends with a lot of people dead. Unless it's like a 1960s big box office musical, there's a lot of death!)

But like. The themes are basically the same. Friends turn to enemies. Enemies become friends. Someone "dies" and isn't heard from for a while and then comes back. You could probably put a fued over the plot of Carmen or something and make the plot beats fit.

I'm mad that my family treated this sort of thing as whole cloth bad. Smart people didn't like this sort of thing. Smart people listened to... I don't know. Fucking HGTV lol. Like last week I was still fighting the internalized shame of it all. I had to sit in total darkness, stoned, with the tv fairly quiet lest my neighbours know. I legit watched for William Regal and I could barely hear him because I was so ashamed. Lord knows I'll struggle wearing my hoodie outside the house.

This week I'm hoping to not do that. Have my task lights on so I can craft as well. I'm probably not gonna pop an edible because I want to either crochet or work on my Hardanger for my embroidery guild. I'm mad my family framed things as "what smart people do" vs "what smart people don't do" and hinged everything on being smart. My aunt will tell you she is glad she's smart. My mother would have said the same things. But why do interests fall into that smart/not smart dichotomy?

Cross stitch is one of the easiest needle crafts. Can you count? Good you can cross stitch. Seriously. It's reproducing patterns from other artists. Not to say I don't love it and I think my work is beautiful. But it is simple compared to freehand embroidery. I think my family conflates their personal interests with "this is what smart people like" when that's not true. My aunt still believes being a nerd is marginalized. Like girl. Disney owns Star Wars now. There's like 4 Nu Treks on TV. Marvel is inescapable. You just like these things. It's ok.

This post is getting away from me and I have to go to work soon but like. Don't let other people's ideals of what you should and shouldn't be define you I guess? Be a 32 year old lady and spend $15 a month just to catch glimpses of a man old enough to be your father it's cool. It's chill.

#wrestleposting #long post #personal

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