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littlemarianah · 1 month

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Now after this post you have to write a smut of Peeta and Katniss fucking in nature.

in response to this post.

Alright then, we all know that everlark is wild and raw! So I'll do it.

I lay down on the sand listening to the sound of lake water in my ear. On this sunny summer afternoon, after eating all those wild fruits we found on the way here. Everything seemed perfect. I spread my body on the warm sand and relax.

I hear Peeta start to draw on the paper, those rough chalks on the smooth sheet of paper. He puts the picnic blanket on the floor and sat down next to me. He doesn't like lying in the ground with nothing in between his butt from the dirt. It's silly, I laugh.

"What is it?" he asks, looking at me with his blond eyelashes shining in the sunlight. He looks so handsome today, his forehead is sweaty from the summer heat. There's only one thing that can make this afternoon better.

"I want you to kiss me." I say.

"Okay then." Peeta puts down the sheets of paper and leans over my body, giving me a peck on the lips, still tasting like wild strawberries.

"No, Peet. Give me a real kiss." I beg. He smiles, pleased to see me beg, but I don't care. He kisses me again, with a soft mouth this time, letting me use my tongue. When his hands touch my neck and his fingers tangle in my hair I feel such a strong heat in my stomach that I lose my breath. The feeling grows and spreads throughout my body making my face burn. My hands cup his cheeks and I bring him closer, if that's even possible. I want him with everything in my body. I want to devour him. I want more.

My hands go up to his hair, the more his lips move on mine, the more I feel like it's impossible not to have him for me right now. I lift my sundress up to the middle of my stomach, Peeta glances over and looks surprised. "Oh, love." he says breathlessly. "Do you really want to do this in the sand?”

"Please, Peeta." I say sighing.

He purses his lips, taking courage and wipes his hand on his shirt for a considerable time. He touches me through the fabric of my panties. It's enough to make my eyes soften and my head fall back. His eyes shine on mine and he kisses me again. This time, fiercely. With his hands running circles over my clitoris. It's not wonderful, but it's the spark I need to go crazy. I suck his lips with mine, I let my voice come out without any shame. We are in the middle of the forest, who could hear us?

My feet sink into the sand the more my body moves in pleasure. I take my hands to the hem of Peeta's pants and try undo his belt. I'm a little too dizzy to do this alone, so he helps me. It seems to me that he is also eager to have me because it takes him a little too long to get his pants down.

"You always catch me off guard." he says. I dig my fingers into the sand as he drags my underwear out. I open my legs and he lies between them. My lips tremble in anticipation of what is to come. I can't look away from his blue eyes.

He slides inside me and he lets out a moan so deep that it makes my belly burn. His voice sounds so good in my ears. I feel the difference there is when he doesn't put his fingers in first. He opens me up and I tighten around him. It's maddening. My body is so weak, that my arms can barely wrap around his neck. My eyes close. I lose my breath, my chest starts rises and falls so fast it feels like I'm hyperventilating.

I open my eyes again, and see him looking at me, just as stun as I am. His eyes don't leave mine for a second, blue and bright, wanting me so fiercely that it sends a shiver down my spine. Peeta pushes my leg open, being able to go a little deeper. I don't want to look into his eyes anymore, my moans are louder and more acute than I would like them to be, following my trembling breath.

“Katniss... is it good like that? ." Peeta whispers, I give an angry growl at his question. As if I wasn't already acting completely crazy under him. I refuse to answer. His lips come and touch mine, they crush each other. Gasps come out of his mouth and his tongue vibrates with his moans. "Tell me if it's good." he repeats the question.

I take a deep breath and hug his neck. "Obviously it's good." I moan.

That's it, guys. I let your imagination flow now. 🫣🤧 I'm tired lol Maybe one day I'll finish it and put it on Ao3

#tw: suggestive #the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #thanks for the ask!#everlark smut

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actuallycassidyiambusy · 1 month

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If you have enough written, could we get a little teaser of your Demon!Buggy and church boy!Luffy AU?? Please🥺🥺

As you wish anon. Here's a little excerpt from the au I'm working on. I don't have a name for it, yet, but who cares lmao.

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Buggy x Luffy

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, it’s cold in here.” Buggy mutters dismally, rubbing one of his bare biceps as he follows Luffy into the abandoned library below the church. “No wonder nobody comes down to this shithole.” He pulls a stone out of the wall and flicks it to the floor boredly.

Luffy freezes and looks over his shoulder, his hair breezing over his glaring eyes. “Watch your mouth, demon.” He says firmly.

Buggy tilts his head slightly, drawing one eyebrow up as his hand falls slack away from his arm. “I have a name. Thank you very much.” He retorts snidely.

Luffy turns his back to the man, eyes closed with slight irritation. He pulls his cloak tighter around himself. It is cold down here. He thinks, his breath coming out in small puffs of white. “You shouldn’t be able to feel this. Demons are hot by nature.”

Buggy smirks and leans down to speak into Luffy’s ear from behind, folding his hands behind his back. “You think I’m hot, huh?” He purrs, wiggling his eyebrows.

Luffy’s face becomes a violent shade of red and his composure slips. He whirls around and shoves the cocky bastard away. “Six feet. Remember?” He states lowly, his glare remaining.

Buggy rolls his eyes at what he considers a dumb and unfair rule. He straightens his posture. “Yeah, yeah. I remember.” His tail waves lazily behind him and he looks around the creepy old library. “You’re wrong, by the way.” He steps away, walking past Luffy to pick up objects and juggle them.

Luffy busies himself by looking through various shelves of books, focused on finding the one he needs. “About what? Put those down before you break them.”

Buggy mimics Luffy in a small, squeaky voice before setting the objects back down. “Not all demons are hot by nature, and not all of Hell is a blazing inferno.” He yawns and scratches the inside of his ear with his pinky. “Some levels look like cities and others are actually covered in ice. Like this fucking place.”

Luffy’s eyebrows raise with curiosity. He didn’t know that. He figured everything was on fire. His response is a short grunt, careful not to show too much interest. “Can’t you just conjure some fire to warm yourself up? It wouldn’t kill you to wear something with sleeves either.” He sneaks a glance at Buggy’s arms. He clears his throat and looks away.

“Oh, sure.” Buggy crosses his arms, standing with one hip out, a judgemental gleam in his piercing eyes. “Let me conjure flames in a room full of dry, crusty books.” He sneers sarcastically. He grins when Luffy glares at him again.

Luffy’s shoulders fall and he sighs, fingers slipping from the binding of a book. “You’re very annoying.” He frowns, not knowing where to look. Is it even here? “There’s a supply closet in the back of the room. I remember seeing some hoodies in there. Quit whining and go get one.”

Buggy sweeps the whining comment under the rug and turns his head, spotting a door on the far back wall. He uncrosses his arms and walks over to it, his footsteps echoing lightly. It’s locked, so he rips the doorknob off, earning a scolding stare from Luffy. He shrugs and throws the doorknob to the side. It lands with a loud clang.

As Buggy digs through the supply closet, Luffy continues his search for the right book. He knows he needs it. If he’s familiar with Heaven, it’s important for him to be familiar with Hell. Though… He glances towards the noisy closet, somewhat endeared when he just sees Buggy’s tail. What could be a better source than an actual demon?

“What the hell is with all these smalls and extra smalls!?” Buggy growls angrily, tossing black hoodies out the door and making a mess. He holds one up to himself for size. “You know, this borders on body shaming.” He throws that one too. It hits the wall and crumples to the stone floor. “I’m a big guy. I want a hoodie, not a crop-top.”

Luffy forces himself not to smile at the demon’s predicament. “Yeah, well, I don’t think the church considered a seven foot tall beefcake of a demon to hunt for clothes here.”

Buggy snorts contemptuously and rolls his eyes again. He relaxes when he finally finds a hoodie his size, pulling it over his head. It catches on his horns and he growls with exasperation. He manages to get it on and he looks down, brow dipping. “Hey, pretty boy.” He speaks with a mischievous snicker, stepping out of the room. When Luffy looks at him, he points to the quote on the front of the hoodie. “Got Jesus?” His snicker erupts into a booming laugh. “Got Jesus!?” He wheezes, his eyes beading with tears and closing tightly.

Luffy stares at the expressive man with an unamused gaze. “I called on you for help, not stupid jokes.”

Buggy wipes under his eye with the knuckle of his index finger, black nail polish gleaming. “Don’t tell me. Tell the fucker who actually thought it would be cool to make hoodies like this.” He chuckles and sighs. He pulls his hair out of the hoodie, letting it drape down his back. “Like I said before, I’m a demon, not a genie. I don’t grant wishes, and I don’t help people for free, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” Luffy mutters darkly, regretting his decision to summon Buggy. He can’t take anything seriously. He turns his warm face away, pulling out books and reading the covers. Where is it!?

“What are you looking for, anyway?” Buggy asks after almost twenty minutes. He doesn’t like the smell of this library. It’s musty. He’d rather hang out in the other one. The lighting is better. He shoves his hands in the front pocket of the hoodie, watching Luffy buzz around the room.

“Names Of The Damned.” Luffy explains briefly, putting books back with a disappointed exhale. He rests one hand on his upper arm and bites the nail of his thumb on his other hand, thinking. His foot taps quietly, and he shifts his attention to Buggy. “Could you seek it out?” He asks softly. “Please?”

Buggy jerks his head back subtly, brow furrowing. He inhales and exhales with defeat. “Fine. I’ll give ya a freebie. Just this once.” He focuses and his eyes glow for a few short moments. He flicks two fingers, gesturing to the other side of the room. “Case three, second shelf, fifth book from the left.”

Luffy perks up, eyes gleaming. That’s so cool! He follows Buggy’s directions, rushing to the other side of the room and finding the book with ease. He grabs it and brings it over to a cluttered table. Pushing books and crumpled papers aside, he sets the large book down and flips through the pages.

“What do you need the Names Of The Damned for?” Buggy asks curiously putting emphasis on the book title. He walks over and stands on the opposite side of the table. “What use is it to you?”

“It’s always helpful to know your enemies, isn’t it?” Luffy continues to look through the book, eyes scanning every other page. It’s like he’s looking for something more specific.

Buggy takes notice of Luffy’s intense concentration. This must be about what happened to his parents. He thinks with a tilt of his head. “Why summon me? Why not just ask your mentor?”

“He told me not to seek out this book.” Luffy admits quietly, a sad, faraway look in his eyes. Shanks cannot know about this.

“Pfft. You’d think he woulda hidden it better.” Buggy strides around the table, standing directly behind Luffy with a deep chuckle. “Calling on a demon and breaking the head priest’s rules?” He twirls a lock of Luffy’s curly hair around his finger, leaning down. “You sure you belong in a church?”

Luffy exhales shakily, Buggy’s hot breath on the back of his neck. The smell of scorched amber wood and bourbon floods his senses. He spins around, attempting to push Buggy away. His hands slam against the demon’s firm chest. “Six!” He tries again, failing. “Feet!”

“Actually, it’s seven feet.” Buggy stands up straight, hovering his hand above his head and showing off his dangerous canines with a wide, smug grin.

“Buggy!” Luffy snaps, reaching into his cloak to pull out a vial of holy water. He’s not bluffing.

Buggy holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. Geez. Lower the weapon, killer.” He steps back, his shoulders relaxing when Luffy puts the vial away. “Fuck.” He breathes, his tail twitching. “You just keep that shit on you?”

"Of course I do." Luffy fixes his clothes, looking up at Buggy haughtily. He closes the book and holds it under his arm. "How else would I keep rogues like you in line?" He turns away with a small smile. "Thanks for the book. You can go now."

“Ugh.” Buggy grunts with a shudder. He wraps his arms around himself and gazes at Luffy deviously. “I feel so... So used.” He’s about to snap his fingers when Luffy stops him.

“Aht.” Luffy shakes his head disapprovingly. “No stealing from the church, slick.” He points to the hoodie. “Take it off.”

Buggy holds his hands over his chest, pretending to be bashful. “No. I’m shy.” There’s a hint of laughter in his tone.

Luffy taps his foot, expression becoming stern. “Buggy.”

"Killjoy." Buggy scoffs and removes the hoodie, his movements lifting his vest enough to reveal his blue treasure trail. He discards the hoodie onto the table haphazardly. Then he gives Luffy one final dirty look, one eyebrow raised before disappearing in a burst of blue flames.

Luffy closes his eyes and sighs, finally able to relax. He turns to leave the room, pausing to glance back at the hoodie on the table. He bites his lip subtly and looks around before grabbing up the hoodie and exiting quickly.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #anon ask #answered #op fanfic #buggy the clown #monkey d. luffy #buggy #luffy #one piece netflix #bluffy #bluffy fanfic #my work #my fanfic writing #demon x church boy #demon!buggy #church boy luffy #shanks #priest!shanks

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sweetjazzygirl · 3 months

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I wish i could try and play Wu-Cru again, the moment i learnt that it has been removed from Google Play store is a shame. Why such great games gets removed for unknown reasons?

#Ninjago #lego Ninjago #wu cru #Ninjago wu cru #lego Ninjago wu cru #and if anyone recommending where to get it please #be careful when recommending a malicious alternative app store

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thatorigamiguy · 2 years

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Thing of Beauty

Ruby gaped as she put eyes upon one of the most beautiful super shotguns she’d ever seen in her entire life. It was called Morning Glory, and it was given to her as part of payment from one her teams outings after they helped defend a merchants convoy moving through several settlements. Unfortunately, as much as Ruby loved him Morning Glory didn’t fit her or any of her teams style at all. But it would be such a shame to waste such a beautiful weapon, if only there was someone who would make better use of it.

And that’s when hit her. It should have been obvious, who else needed it more than her fellow leader and sorely lacking in a firearm Jaune! It might be a little cumbersome, but Jaune was adaptable and Ruby was sure that he would be able to work it into his fighting style. Yes, it was a beautiful gun for a handsome man- uh, she meant a great gun for her friend! Yep, totally just a friend! Nothing more!

...She couldn’t wait for Jaune to try Morning Glory out, and today was the perfect day for it! It was warm without being too hot, clear blue sky, and she would be shooting guns! With her cru- best friend!

Ruby: Biting her lip “...the only thing that would make this better would be...”

Jaune and Ruby were outside Beacon on Ruby’s custom range. Jaune was standing near a table that was littered with firearms and dust rounds with Morning Glory firmly on his left shoulder in the unhinged position and a bandolier of shells wrapped around his right.

Oh, and he was completely shirtless. Something that confused him greatly, but that Ruby had been very insistent about.

Jaune: "Ruby, while I'm more than happy to shoot guns with you, is there a reason I'm doing this shirtless?" Jaune’s question was met by a look of complete determination on Ruby’s face. Ruby: "ABSOLUTELY JAUNE! I need to see you shoot shirtless for uh... weapon related reasons!" Jaune’s confusion quickly turned to suspicion as he shot her with a narrowed eye look. Jaune: "...Weapon related reasons?" Ruby: "Uh-huh! See Jaune, Morning Glory is a custom made piece and it’s way stronger than your average super Shotgun! I need you to shoot shirtless to, uh, see how it will affect any other possible custom weapon I might have to test out later!" Jaune found that statement to be... rather contradictory, because he had tested out nearly ever other one of Ruby’s custom pieces while fully clothed. He felt compelled to question Ruby’s logic, but seeing the dead serious look on her face made Jaune decide to drop the matter... for now. Instead, Jaune internally shrugged it off before grabbing Morning glory and placing two shell into it’s barrels and closing it off with a satisfying “click.”

Jaune: "Alright, whatever you say Rubes. You ready then?" Ruby’s face nearly lit up like a dustmas tree, before she regained her composure and rushed over to her handmade catapult. when he saw she was in position, Jaune shouldered Morning Glory, before glancing over to her. Jaune: "Ready?"

Ruby nodded, before giving him a confident smile.

Ruby: "Ready!" Jaune: "PULL!" Ruby pulled back the lever, and watched as her target of choice was launched out at high speeds. Now usually Ruby would use Clay Pigeons when doing tests to shoot targets out of the air, but today she readied a couple special targets for today...

Water balloons.

Now typically when shot and popped, gravity would quickly take hold and water would drop harmlessly to the ground and no one would get splashed on. However, Ruby calculated the wind trajectory for today and launched the balloons at just the right angle So that when Jaune shot the balloons... Two shots rang out and both balloons popped in quick succession at direct hits. Jaune smiled in satisfaction as he ejected his spent shells, before he yelped in shock as he ended getting drenched in the falling balloon water. the sun peaked out at just the right moment to add a shine to the now wet Jaune, his tight and corded muscles glistening in the suns rays as water trailed down him in what could only be described as slow motion. He whipped his head back and forth to get the water out of his head like a dog shaking to dry him self, while holding firmly onto Morning Glory as smoke trailed out of the barrels only adding to the emphasize the scene.

after managing to get most of the water out of his hair, Jaune huffed out an annoyed breath before he turned to address Ruby.

Jaune: "Gee, Thanks for the shower Ruby. If we’re going to keep using water balloons, maybe try and angle it away a little more?"

As Jaune looked over to confirm with Ruby, he was greeted with the sight of her biting her lower lip, a trail of blood leaking down her nose, and her face flushed as red as her namesake. She didn’t sound the least bit apologetic when she said.

Ruby: "I'll make sure my trajectory isn't off next time Jaune...~"

This was something I wrote long ago in the Archives of Madness (AKA @noneatnonedotcom and I’s Discord) and it was inspired by shotgun I saw a few years back, that of course, lead into a shitpost. I hope you all enjoyed this piece, and I’ll be working on getting the next big piece out soon enough.

#jaune arc #ruby rose #jaune arc x ruby rose #ruby rose x jaune arc #lancaster #rwby lancaster #rwby #rwby shitpost #shitpost #humor #Archives of Madness #super shotgun #double barreled shotgun

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 1 month

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Once upon a time, The Kingdom of Fire and The Kingdom of Ice became one when The Fire King and The Ice Queen got married. King and Queen weren't nice and didn't want the best for their people. They were mean. And they enjoyed punishing anyone who opposed them by burning them or freezing them.

The Fire Prince, son of the King, was as vicious and ambitious as his father. He was supposed to inherit the kingdom and become king one day. But The Ice Princess, daughter of the Queen, was the opposite of what her family was. She was kind, she was innocent, and she was merciful. Unaware of the horrors that The King, Queen and Prince did to others.

The Princess wasn't allowed to do many things. She was mainly trapped in the castle to practice her ballet, have tea with her annoying cousins, dutchesses of Slytherin, and do princess's chores.

Fool was the princess to believe that was life.

"I'm sorry, babe, but that dress is horrid" Dutchess Alecto was telling the other Dutchess Alice as they had tea and chatted.

"I'm waiting to get married to Duke Longbottom to inherit his family's fortune. You know well I have to sew my own dresses until then" Dutchess Alice answered embarrassed.

But Dutchess Alecto laughed and laughed, she had been born among riches and beauty. She told everyone she knew she was meant to marry the Fire Prince one day and become Queen. Shame she lacked brains.

"I think your dress is wonderful, Alice" Of course The Ice Princess was always nice and gentle. And she felt sorry for Alice's embarrassment.

"Thanks, Princess" Alice smiled.

"Don't lie to her, Princess" Alecto whispered to her "No wonder she is only marrying a Duke while I am marrying a Prince"

The scream the hallow dutchess made after sipping her tea could have made the castle tremble "This is cold! Where's the servitude when it is needed?"

"Sorry, Almighty" The maid Mary came running. She was also beautiful and very intelligent but the had the unfortunate fate to have been born in poverty. "Needed something, perhaps?"

"Tea is awfully made, you absolute fool! What do they pay you for?"

"I'm not being paid, Almighty" Mary bowed.

"And who will if you serve like this?"

The Princess liked Mary as a friend but knew of she defended her from the royals, they would made fun of her. After all, she was only a maid. Alecto dismissed the lady. But Mary had the idea of revenge as he dropped the cup of tea on Alice's poor dress, making her scream in surprise.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Oh. I am sorry, Almighty" Mary didn't sound sorry at all "My bad, my slippery hands"

"I mean she is doing you a favor, darling. That dress has no remedy" Alecto commented.

Alice was offended as she cleaned herself. The Princess shared a hidden smile with her maid.

"Princess Dorcas," Alecto turned to her now bored "You should marry that distant Prince everyone is talking about ...the handsome one, Avery"

"Yeah he seems like a good match for you, Princess" Alice added.

"A real bluff for sure" Mary murmured as she cleaned. But luckily, the girls didn't hear her.

The thing was that the Princess liked someone else. The adventurous, wonderful and very beautiful Warrior McKinnon. Personal guard and escort of the Princess herself. With an athletic body and gorgeous looks, the beautiful princess couldn't help to feel protected and loved by that knight. McKinnon was a warrior that had fought many battles, been into many adventures and saved many people. McKinnon had become a legend.

Now, in secrecy, the Ice Princess was in love with her protector. Though she knew it was not meant to be. Even if McKinnon felt the same for her princess, The King and Queen would never allow it. And The Prince would kill anyone who dared to be even look at the Princess.

"I don't think..."

Dorcas's words were interrupted when Alecto smiled looking at something behind Dorcas "Speaking about my future husband" she said as she fixed her hair.

The Fire Prince was handsome but his expression made him look cruel and scary. Word had it he was a true womanizer. That he loved fooling around and having big parties. The Princess, on the other hand, didn't see this side of her brother. She was fooled thinking he was a nice person.

"Ladies..." The Prince said as the three girls raised to their feet.

"Prince Nicolai" they chanted at the same time as they took a little bow.

"Little Sister" The Prince added, winking at Dorcas making the girl smile. Ever since they were little The Fire Prince had been his sister's hero.

"Don't I look more handsome today?" Prince Nicolai asked and the three girls nodded "I took an expensive milk bath today. I heard it reduces the wrinkles"

"You look absolutely great, Almighty" Alecto smiled, expecting to get the attention of her future husband "If you say those baths do wonders to the skin then I should probably..."

The Prince raised his hand looking bored "Shut up, you stupid girl"

Alecto let out a deflated shriek and pouted. The Prince was already taking a seat in between the dutchesses wrapping an arm around their shoulders. The girls were blushing and smiling happy to have the Prince's attention. But he was looking to the maid on the floor, specifically at her arse while she scrubbed the floor.

"You!" he exclaimed, making Mary blink at him "Why don't bring me a drink?"

"Right away, sir" Mary answered with annoyance and as she walked away the Prince was not subtle to stare at her bum again. "Although you are just a fine drink yourself, peach" he whispered.

"Excuse me, your Almighty!" Alecto hit his shoulder, her voice high-pitched as a squirrel. "I am supposed to be YOUR wife! Me!" she pointed to herself.

The Prince didn't sound interested "Please, darling. You know my nature. A chaser by heart..."

Alecto seemed to be considering it "That's true"

"You know I am marrying you, my darling, because you are such a pinhead, you won't even realize when I am cheating"

Alecto let out a loud gasp while Alice giggled in complicity with The Prince.

"You are kind of a pinhead" Alice agreed.

Still in a high pitched squirrel voice "I am not! Princess, tell them I have a brain!"

But the Princess had been distracted staring through the window. Outside on the garden, her warrior had been practicing with her sword. She was impeccable as a ninja. The Princess couldn't stop staring at her sweaty body and flying golden hair.

"How can someone be so perfect?" The Princess murmured to herself, biting her lip. And she blushed when McKinnon noticed she was being stared at and waved. The Princess waved back. There was complicity there. There was love there.

"What are you staring at, Sister?"

"Nothing!" Dorcas looked away.

But it was too late for The Prince had noticed.

"Sister, this is... This is unacceptable! You cannot like that... that... Mud girl. A woman so filthy and unrefined"

"You don't know her at all, Brother" The Princess begged "She is... She is everything to me"

The Fire Prince was furious. He took his father's sword and ran outside.

"Noo! Wait!" The Princess close to his feet. The dutchesses filled with curiosity followed. Even Mary, dropped the Prince's drink to the floor to get a view.

"YOU!!" The Prince shouted gaining the unbothered reaction from the warrior herself. "You filthy dirty scum! Stay away from the Princess in the name of this Kingdom"

"That's all you got, Fire Clown?" McKinnon asked, playing with the sword in between her hands.

Alecto gasped openly and Alice covered her mouth. Mary tried to cover her smile.

"What did you just call me?"

"What you heard, fool!" The warrior approached "The Princess and I love each other and there is nothing you can you to break us up" she exclaimed "And your face is ugly!"

This time everyone gasped, even The Prince. But The Princess Dorcas was smiling. And she looked so beautiful like that.

"I want to run away and marry her, Brother" The Princess said "If you love me just a little, you will let me go. Say whatever to the King and Queen"

"Never!" The Prince roared. He took the Princess by her arm, placing her behind "If you want to take The Princess somewhere, you will have to do it over my dead body, Mud Girl. Shame I will have to kill you first"

McKinnon wasn't worried for she had fought worse than a capricious prince.

"As if you can take me, Spark Clown"

"Careful, McKinnon" The Princess warned "My brother is good with the sword"

To prove she was better, McKinnon made a dangerous trick with her sword, twisting it in between her hands. Everyone was impressed. The Prince swallowed. But he charged.

What came next was an epic battle between Prince and Warrior that would be worth it of a Hollywood movie. The Prince gave the warrior a good fight. But he didn't play fair. He was nasty and The Warrior was distracted by her princess's worried look. So taking advantage of the distraction, The Prince Striked. The Princess screamed.

Wounded by the Prince's tricks, the warrior McKinnon dropped to the floor. It would only take one last swing to finish with her. Dying for love was an honorable way to go, thought the warrior as she closed her eyes.

"Noooo!"

But in just seconds, The Princess was between the sword and the warrior. The Prince wounded her instead. So he dropped the sword in surprise.

The sky became red as the Princess's white dress. The clouds were dark. The Kingdom was mourning their kind Princess. Without her there would be no hope, only despair.

Mary, Alice and Alecto were crying, Alecto the loudest. And all the Prince could do as he watched her sister die was murmur apologies.

The warrior didn't listen. She had her lover between her arms. Bloody hands covering the wound in her belly. A red stain that was ruining the perfect white of her dress.

The Ice Princess was smiling. Looking into The warrior's eyes with love.

"No!" McKinnon cried "I should have taken you away sooner. I should have rescued you from them!!"

Dorcas smiled sympathetically. "I love you" she murmured as she coughed blood. Then:

"McKinnon!"

"Noo! Don't leave me, Princess!!"

"Hey McKinnon"

"Don't die!! Please don't die!"

"I am not dying, Marlene" Dorcas laughed "Please wake up"

Marlene opened her eyes to the bright sun and it hurt to see. So she blinked to the side to find Dorcas fine and well next to her. They weren't in a distant castle. Just outside Hogwarts near the lake. Marlene was not a warrior, just a plain student. Dorcas was not a Princess. Well, she kind of was.

"You fell asleep. I'm sorry, I thought it would only take me a minute to finish this assignment"

"It's okay" Marlene yawned and rubbed her eyes as she sat up.

"I completely ruined our date by revising, didn't I?" Dorcas asked as she finished writing something down and closed her folder.

"Was this date though?" Marlene teased.

"No, you are right" Dorcas chuckled "You asked if we could hang and I said had to finish my essay and you insisted on keeping me company. Then you fell asleep"

"How am I not supposed to sleep if you ignore me in our date?" Marlene shrugged.

Dorcas snorted and hit her tigh gently "You said it wasn't a date, McKinnon!"

Something about the way Dorcas said it reminded Marlene of the dream. And she laughed. Because it was ridiculous. Then she kissed her girlfriend, who responded eagerly.

"Wait" Dorcas said between kisses "What were you dreaming about? Was I dying in your dream?"

"Don't remember" Marlene answered nervously. She remembered it vividly but it was embarrassing to tell "You know how they say you forget about everything you dream as you wake up? I'm like... Bum.... All blank.... Nothing... Sorry" she shrugged and kissed the suspicious look on Dorcas's face.

Dorcas giggled "Okay" but continued kissing her.

Everything was great, Marlene could do this forever until they were interrupted.

"Hey Dorki!! Dorki... Dorcas!"

Marlene wished those had been invented characters only on her dream. But they existed in real life. Nicolai Mulciber, Alecto Carrow and Alice Fortescue were waiting at the Castle's Entrance.

Nick was like the torturous prince of Slytherin. So popular and annoying like in her dream. And worse, Dorcas's stepbrother. Alecto and Alice were Dorcas's best friends. So hallow and plastic it seemed untrue. Well not as exaggerating like in the dream, they were real people, but still.

"Come on, babe! We will be late for class!" Alecto yelled with her squirrel voice. "Oh hello, Mud Girl. Nice outfit, darling"

She didn't say it in a nice way because the comment made her friends laugh. Marlene looked down to herself. She had forgotten that she was using her Rugby Uniform still covered in mud. She was planning to change later since she had little time to see Dorcas before class and she had wanted to take advantage of every second.

"I can't believe they still call me, Mud Girl" Marlene groaned.

"Don't worry. They mean it in a nice way"

Dorcas was still very innocent to see the truth. Or maybe she just saw the best in people. The problem with dating the Ice Princess was not about her. She was perfect. Just that her family and friends were the problem. They were awful.

And Marlene couldn't fight a duel with her step brother like in her dream. Dorcas loved them. So Marlene had to stand them. Because Dorcas had made an effort to get to know Marlene's friends and like them. There was no point of comparison. Marlene's friends were ten times better. But it was only fair to try and do the same.

"What's up guys? Everything good?" Marlene waved.

She wasn't the problem. It was them and their stupid judgemental stare and their mocking smirks. They hated her.

"Come Dorcas! Move it!" Alecto insisted.

"Gotta go" Dorcas bit her lip in apology "See you later, McKinnon?"

Marlene faked a smile "Sure"

Dorcas leaned in to kiss her once more. Then she sent shivers down Marlene's spine when she whispered:

"I think you covered in mud is a sexy image"

Then Dorcas picked up her things and left quick before Marlene's cheeks turned bright red. Why was she so perfect? Why did Marlene like her so much?

Marlene had heard that having a partner was also dating their friends. And Marlene didn't believe it true until now. She would have to learn to like Nick and Alecto and Alice. Because they weren't going anywhere.

Marlene was willing. But Nicolai's dirty look didn't say the same as he stared back once the girls had gone inside to their respective class. Fire Prince. Eyes full of malice.

Marlene hated him. She hated him. She hated him.

"Marly! There you are, I was looking for you everywhere!"

And Marlene hated the way Nicolai Mulciber was staring at Mary. Like a piece of meat.

"Everything good, Macdonald?" he asked.

"Nick" Mary pursed her lips and crossed her arms when she noticed him.

Mulciber smiled before giving Mary a wink. Then he turned to Marlene.

"See you in class, Mud Girl" Mulciber spat before getting back inside.

"What a pig" Mary commented as she helped Marlene to her feet.

"Yeah, a real pig"

Nick was none other than the step brother of Marlene's girlfriend. And he was the true villain of the story. It wasn't fair that she had to stand him.

#This is absolutely ridiculous but it is a dream #Only Marlene would picture something like that in her brain #She is so funny and I love her #marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #mulciber #alecto carrow #alice fortescue #mary mcdonald #dorlene #marlene x dorcas #yeah Dorcas and Mulciber are step siblings in my headcanon

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pizza-is-my-buziness · 11 months

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Sam/Deena-"This reminded me of you"

The world is water trash so have some Sam and Deena pre-canon softness? I guess?

Deena can count the number of times Samantha Fraser has spoken to her on one hand.

Not that she does count them or anything.

On her hand.

Four, for the record.

The time they’d run into each other in the hallway sophomore year and she had knocked Sam’s books out of her hands, had been completely and embarrassingly at a loss for anything to say because holy crap she had no idea that someone’s eyes could be that blue and Sam had assured her that everything was fine, had thanked her when Deena handed the books back. The hey, how’s it going after cheerleading practice one day when Deena had reluctantly hung around the sidelines to prompt Kate to hurry her ass up and get in the car. There was that time Sam had come up to her in the hallway to ask if Deena knew where Kate was, lingering like there was something more she wanted to say, only to disappear again as soon as Deena cleared her throat to try and fumble out a conversational topic that was not about Kate. And then, last week, when Sam had asked her about the geometry homework, how they’d managed to talk about something other than math, even, until class had started.

So, not her finest work by any stretch of the imagination. Though Deena figures it counts for something, the fact that she’d remembered that words were a thing and could be strung together to make a sentence from time to time. Because as terrifying and somehow comforting it had been to realize that she liked girls, it had been even more terrifying to realize that that was no longer an abstract concept thanks to one Sam Fraser and her stupid blue eyes and bright smile and blonde ponytail and studying someone across a classroom was far less frightening than actually trying to have a conversation with them.

But now, Sam is actually heading in her direction, deliberately and clearly with purpose, given the way that she’s weaving around their fellow classmates on what had been a perfectly average Monday morning until Deena realized that Sam was not only around but actually getting closer by the second and Deena fully envies Kate, who doesn’t seem to care at all, and Simon who continues unimpeded with his story about some customer he’d dealt with the night before, all while shoving half a Poptart into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Deena feels like she might combust on the spot. Normally, the annoyed and aloof expression she wears while within the halls of Shadyside High comes easily but at the moment it feels dangerously close to disappearing all together.

“Hi,” Sam says, her eyes skipping between the three of them with a disappointing quickness that Deena tries not to care about or take personally. “I…” She looks at Kate and Deena tries not to mind that either. “We have practice today, right?”

Kate glances at her with what a thinly veiled expression of amusement, tinged with exasperation. Deena has often found herself on the receiving end of exactly such an expression. “Yeah. Just like every Monday during the season.”

“Yeah. Right. Duh.” Sam nods and Deena expects her to disappear again, which would be both a relief and a terrible shame. But Sam rocks back on her heels, hesitation vibrating off her in nearly palpable waves, and finally she glances toward Deena. “I…actually…” She clears her throat, slinging her backpack off her shoulder and starting to unzip it. “I wanted to…”

Sam digs around inside, managing to hold onto the backpack while rummaging through it, and Deena watches her, her curiosity tempered only by the way Sam’s lashes look, framing her downcast eyes, or how her ponytail is coming loose, a tendril of hair brushing one side of her face.

Finally, Sam looks up again and Deena’s gaze snaps away just as quickly, the way it always does whenever it seems like Sam might catch her in the act of staring just a little bit too closely. “Here. I…this reminded me of you.”

Deena looks at the slightly crumpled pages in Sam’s hands, the jagged edges suggesting that had been torn from a magazine and when Deena takes the pages from her, the first thing she notices is a photograph of some woman she doesn’t recognize, seated behind a drum kit looking like an absolute badass with her sticks in one hand. Deena doesn’t recognize the name either, doesn’t know anything about this person the headline claims is the “future of rock and roll” but it hardly matters because for just a split second, Deena imagines herself sitting there behind a drum kit that very clearly did not come from the high school band department, staring down a photographer’s lens like she’s daring the world to fuck with her.

And then reality is quickly crowding its way back into her mind, namely the fact that she’s still standing beside her locker in the Shadyside High School hallway and Sam…

Sam is watching her, those blue eyes trained on Deena like there really is no one else around them, or at least like nothing else matters, clearly waiting for Deena to do…something other than just stand there staring back at her and this is why they’ve only spoken four times before because she blows it every single time.

“I…just thought…” Sam clears her throat, shrugging, clearly mistaking Deena’s silence for confusion or disappointment or something worse maybe and Sam shrugs, color dusting the very tips of her ears. “You play the drums…so I just thought you might-”

“Yeah, no, I love it,” Deena blurts out quickly and Sam’s eyes widen slightly and yeah she’s really, really bad at this. Horrible, if the way Kate is looking at her is any indication, considering that it’s similar to how one might look as they watched an airplane begin to plummet out of the sky. “I mean…it’s cool. Thanks.”

She’s holding the papers tightly enough to wrinkle them and she uncurls her fingers slightly, trying to hold the pages like she doesn’t think that they and the person who gave them to her will just vanish the second she does so. Sam smiles, relief fluttering across her face, and she nods, holding her bag to her chest.

“Okay. Cool. I…I’m glad you like it.” Sam nods and her gaze lingers, settling on Deena’s and there are so many things Deena suddenly wants to say, all of the words crashing together in her mind in a desperate storm that she knows would never come out right, even if she managed to say anything at all.

Thankfully, Sam doesn’t wait, doesn’t give her the opportunity to somehow make everything worse. Sam just steps back, shouldering her bag once more. “I…I’ll see you in class, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Deena says, nodding and glancing back toward the article in her hands rather than the girl in front of her. “See ya.”

Sam leaves and Deena immediately regrets everything about the past sixteen years of her life, but mostly just the past sixteen seconds.

When she looks up again, both Kate and Simon are looking at her and she scowls, bristling. “What?”

“Dude…” Simon says, shaking his head. “Crash and burn.”

Deena’s scowl only deepens, a furrow carving its way between her brow. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Kate only shakes her head, sighing the sigh of the long-suffering. “Don’t say anything, Simon. She doesn’t deserve our help anymore.”

Deena glares at her. “Your help? You haven’t done any-”

“Dude, Sam just brought you some article about super badass lady drummers and you just stood there.” Simon clucks his tongue, finishing the rest of his Poptart.

“So?”

Kate narrows her eyes, pressing her lips together. “Deena. Does Sam look like she goes around reading magazines that have articles like that in them?”

Deena glances at the papers in her hand, the pages steadily growing more wrinkled from the way she’s continually clutching them like she half expects someone to come snatch them back out of her hand. And that would be a tragedy because Sam is the one that gave them to her.

The one who happened upon the article, saw it, and thought of her.

Huh.

Deena swallows, grateful that her friends can’t tell the way her heart is suddenly fluttering nervously in her chest.

“It’s no big deal,” Deena grumbles, mostly to reassure herself of this fact. “I’m sure she was just…being nice.”

Kate and Simon exchange a glance and Simon arches his eyebrows, shrugging. Deena looks back and forth between the two of them, narrowing her eyes. “What?”

“Nothing,” Kate sighs. “You don’t deserve to know.”

Deena glares at her, but with little effect.

She needs better friends.

~ ~ ~

“Hey.”

This time, Sam is the one caught by surprise, looking up at Deena quickly, eyes slightly rounded as though she never would’ve imagined such a thing was possible. Not that Deena could blame her, considering how little Deena has offered in the way of conversational partnership recently.

Or ever.

But now she’s here, standing beside Sam’s desk before the start of math class and now that she’s on the receiving end of Sam’s attention, it’s far less terrifying than she would’ve anticipated.

Maybe it has something to do with the blue of Sam’s eyes.

Or the article that Deena has already read a half dozen times, soaking up with the words themselves and the imagined memory of Sam finding it and thinking of her.

“I wanted to let you know I read that article,” Deena says, sitting down in the empty desk next to Sam’s. Usually, Briana St. James occupies that spot but she’s nowhere to be found and honestly Deena isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “It was really cool. Thanks for…you know…grabbing it for me.”

Sam smiles and it’s intoxicating, this new found ability to be the one to cause such a phenomena. Deena thinks she might never get enough of it. To be the one to make Sam Fraser smile? Who knew such a thing was possible.

“No problem. I’m glad that it was interesting.” Sam’s smile doesn’t falter, even as she pauses, seeming to be weighing something in her mind. Finally, she adds, “I stole it from one of the magazines in the library. So don’t tell anyone.”

Deena laughs and Sam’s smile only grows and there’s a sudden unfettered lightness in Deena’s chest that feels dangerous and thrilling and as intoxicating as the realization that she could be the reason that Sam smiles. That maybe she could even make her laugh, make her cheeks pinken, the possibility of all of this crashing into Deena with a sort of reckless abandon that suddenly makes her feel like anything is possible, including this, this moment, this person, this electricity that she feels coursing through her suddenly. That it might all matter when for so long it seemed like nothing ever really would.

“Don’t worry,” Deena assures her, “your secret’s safe with me.”

Their eyes meet, gazes lingering, and Deena feels it still, that ozone crackling possibility on the tip of her tongue.

Like it might mean something more when Sam smiles back at her and says, “Okay. Good.”

Like, for the first time, Deena isn’t afraid to find out.

#sam/deena #sameena #writing prompts #sam fraser #deena johnson #I love them so much #and I am trying?#I hope this is something

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neonthewrite · 2 years

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Grey Landing (part 5)

Isaac returns at last! I've had a good break since the end of GT July, and I can write at a normal pace for a while. Isaac remains on the boat for now, but he's sort of figuring himself out here. Kinda. He's never been tiny before, give the man a break.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

(Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

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Isaac had been right about one thing - this was a normal fishing trip for the giants, complete with stretches of time during which not much happened. The sails, massive expanses of canvas thick enough to be the walls of a building, were stowed, and the boat rocked in waves high enough to claim Isaac for the sea. Yes, it was a normal fishing trip, if one stood sixty feet tall.

For Isaac, every movement around him was an exaggerated caricature of what he knew. The rocking of the boat should feel like that of a multi-mast ship crewed by at least ten men, but it didn’t, not quite. The shape of the hull wasn’t quite right for it. He found himself lurching away from the side more than he expected as the world rocked back and forth. Every time one of the giants reeled in in their line and cast it out again, Isaac imagined everything capsizing in the ruckus.

To say nothing of the catches they reeled in.

He hadn’t wanted to believe it at first, but seeing the hooks on their lines had promised they expected fish of the same monstrous scale as themselves. The thought of such things lurking under the waves sent chills into his stomach.

His own boat, now abandoned on the gravelly beach, had nearly fallen apart on these waves, and here he was, nearly small enough to bait the fishhooks. For all he knew, several leviathans had slipped past his notice as he approached the shore.

Sure enough, they’d already reeled in several fish that put whales to shame. Every time it came with powerful flails from the fish while the giants rushed to grab it in a net and secure it in a box behind one of their bench seats. Isaac could not pay much attention to their fish storage methods; he had to focus on dodging splashes of bloodied saltwater and the shifting stomps as the giants braced themselves.

One such catch jerked at the pole in the older giant’s hands, and he barked out an excited exclamation. He braced his grip better and began reeling in, straining against the line while the younger giant set aside his own pole to hold up the massive net.

The boat lurched as the fish resisted, and Isaac yelped when it bucked him away from the side of the hull and tossed him to the middle of the open floor. There, heavy boots braced against the wood on seemingly all sides.

Isaac Grey was not a weak man, not by the standards he was used to. He was bulky and plenty hardy, as a sailor worth any salt ought to be. He wore a thick beard proudly and, though he hadn’t been part of a larger crew in a while, he considered himself a man to be relied upon.

Seeing one of those giant boots lift up and stomp down again only feet in front of his prone position, he felt less like a man and more like a sickly little ship rat.

“Oi, watch yer stampin’!” he bellowed, getting to his feet and adopting a wider stance to brace against the motion of the boat. He was exhausted and hungry and apparently tiny, but he’d keep his bloody sea legs, by God.

Not surprisingly, it didn’t really draw the giants’ attention beyond a pair of quick glances his way. The older one scoffed and said, dismissive as ever, “Cru taos’ dwaog.” Then, he returned his focus to the fishing pole jerking and bowing over the side of the boat.

The other giant frowned in worry at the pole. Isaac was about to give up on getting a real response from either of them, then that gaze rounded on him again. Isaac expected to be told off for being in the way, or warned about their work, or something in that inscrutable language of theirs. Instead, the giant leaned down and a hand rushed at him. Isaac choked on a protest and tried to throw himself backwards, but if anything that only made it easier for that hand to scoop behind him and sweep him off the floor.

As he shot upwards in a loose grasp, Isaac got the notion of a rat being tossed overboard. His whole body flinched and he tried to grab onto the fingers around him. The giant probably wouldn’t have kept him this long if he planned to get rid of him this way, but the terror had bolted through him nonetheless. “Ain’t done nothin’ wrong, aye?”

“Eh?” the giant said, a bit distracted as he’d already looked away by the time he sat up. “Pruhi ugedal, nun?”

Isaac couldn’t shake the impression that he’d been scolded, though the words meant nothing to him. Still clinging to the giant’s hand, he frowned and asked, with a little less alarm, “So what’s yer genius plan then, pal?” The giant would still need both hands to hold the net whenever that fish reeled in; he couldn’t hold Isaac at the same time.

Isaac got a scoff in return before the hand around him lurched back, beyond the bench towards the crowded supplies behind the giant’s seat. He groaned as the world whipped past, the choppy waves in all directions becoming a blur. He also caught glimpses of what must be the fish cooler, a spare bucket with spots of rust here and there, and woven reeds shaped into traps. His destination, though, was a coil of rope. In the center, some broken tackle and threadbare rags had been discarded, with Isaac rushing towards them a moment later.

The hand discarded him, and he landed with a huff of breath among the boat’s faulty equipment and frowned. “Oi, really?”

The giant’s back already faced him. As the boat rocked and the broken supplies shifted around, Isaac understood why he hadn’t been put there before. Still, he could handle some fishing junk just fine, far better than their giant stomping boots. Probably.

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@not-a-space-alien

#mywriting #isaac grey #grey islands #gt #g/t #giant tiny #g/t handheld #handheld #giant sailor #ocean #giant fish #language barrier #might do a translation guide at some point #i kinda like the language i ended up with

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musicshooterspt · 1 year

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Agenda de Junho, 2023

1 a 3 – Chico Buarque

Sagres Campo Pequeno

21:30h

Info

2 – Táxi

Cineteatro Capitólio, Lisboa

21:30h

Info/Bilhetes

2 – Cláudia Pascoal

Hard Club, Porto

21:00h . Sala 2

Info/Bilhetes

2 – Dan’s Revival

CRU, Vila Nova de Famalicão

23:00h . 5€

3 – Bárbara Tinoco

CAE – Centro de Artes e Espetáculos da Figueira da Foz

21:30h . 20€

Info/Bilhetes

3 – Blowers + Blu Flamingo

DRAC – Direito de Resposta Associação Cultural, Figueira da Foz

22:00h . 5 a 7€

Info/Bilhetes

3 – Mico da Câmara Pereira

Centro Cultural de Macedo de Cavaleiros, Macedo de Cavaleiros

21:30h . 3€

Info

4 – Mão Verde

Centro Cultural Raiano, Idanha-a-Nova

16:30h

Entrada Livre (necessário levantar bilhete)

Info

4 e 5 – Bob Dylan

Sagres Campo Pequeno, Lisboa

20:00h

Info/Bilhetes

6 – The Weeknd

Passeio Marítimo de Algés, Lisboa

Bilhetes à venda nos locais habituais

7 – Cobrafuma

Woodstock 69, Porto

22:30 . 5€

Info

7 – Sérgio Godinho

Teatro Municipal de Matosinhos Constantino Nery, Matosinhos

21:50h . 15€

Info/Bilhetes

8 – AguArte

Mares de Água

Teatro Miguel Franco, Leiria

21:30h

Entrada Livre

Info

9 a 11 – Seixal World Music

Parque Urbano José Afonso, Seixal

Entrada Livre

Info

9 a 11 – Encontro da Canção de Protesto

Vários Artistas: Vitorino, A Garota Não, Miro Casabella, entre outros

Vários Locais, Grândola

18:00h

Entrada Livre

Info

9 a 11 – Jazz no Parque 2023

Parque Central da Maia, Maia

Entrada Livre

Info

10 – Dino D’Santiago

Teatro das Figuras, Faro

21:30h . 20€

10 – Miguel Gameiro & Pólo Norte

Casa das Artes, Arcos de Valdevez

22:00h . 8€

Info

10 – Corcunda + The Mighty Mister Shame

Stereogun, Leiria

23:00h

10 – Djavan

Super Bock Arena, Porto

22:00h

Info/Bilhetes

10 – Átona Fest

DRAC – Direito de Resposta Associação Cultural, Figueira da Foz

17:00h . 6 a 8€

Info/Bilhetes

11 – ANGRA

RCA Club, Lisboa

19:00h

Bilhetes

12 - The Primeval Trilogy of Death - MERCYLESS + NERVOCHAOS + HOLOCAUSTO CANIBAL

Barracuda Clube de Roque, Porto

21:30h

Info

13 – Maroon 5

Passeio Marítimo de Algés

21:00h

Bilhetes à venda nos locais habituais

14 – Fado Bicha

Coliseu do Porto Ageas, Porto

21:00h

Entrada Livre (necessário levantar bilhete)

Info

14 – Maro

Casa da Música, Porto

21:30h

15 – Meta_

Musicbox, Lisboa

22:00h

Info

16 – Mata Ratos + Blessure

Barracuda Clube de Roque, Porto

22:00h

Info

16 – Rui Reininho

Theatro Gil Vicente, Barcelos

22:00h

16 – Jesus or a Gun

CRU, Vila Nova de Famalicão

22:00h

16 – Cartaxo Sessions

Vários Artistas: Process of Guilt, Qwentin, Doom Meisters

Centro Cultural do Cartaxo

22:30h

16 a 17 – Basqueiral 2023

Vários Artistas: Mão Morta, Três Tristes Tigres, Cobrafuma, entre outros

Museu de Lamas, Santa Maria de Lamas (Santa Maria da Feira)

19:00h

Info/Bilhetes

16 a 17 – Rock Nordeste

Vila Real

Entrada Livre

Info/Cartaz

16 a 18 – Festival Rádio Faneca

Jardim Henriqueta Maia, Ílhavo

21:30h

Entrada Livre

Info

17 – Excesso

Super Bock Arena, Porto

21:30h

Info/Bilhetes

17 – Suffocation

Hard Club, Porto

21:00h . Sala 2

Info/Bilhetes

17 – Aníbal Raposo

Teatro Micaelense, Ponta Delgada

21:30h . 12.50€

Info/Bilhetes

21 – Bongzilla + Scatterbrainiac

RCA Club, Lisboa

21:00h

Billhetes: BOL, e locais habituais

23 – Mötley Crüe + Def Leppard

Passeio Marítimo de Algés

Portas: 18:30h

Bilhetes nos locais habituais

23 a 24 – Rock Depois do Trabalho

Estúdio Time Out Market, Lisboa

19:00h

Entrada Livre

23 a 25 – Festival Pão Para Malucos

Mafra, Lisboa

Info/Bilhetes

24 – Aristocrats

Hard Club, Porto

21:30h . Sala 1

Info/Bilhetes

24 – Santos impopulares

Vários Artistas: Solar Corona, Fee Reega, Cogitação Humana

Jardim do Convento de S. Francisco, Bragança

16:00h (com comes e bebes)

Entrada: Donativo consciente

24 – O Incrível Homem Bomba

Cadeira Amarela, Vila Real

22:00h

25 – The Veils

Os Suspeitos

M.Ou.Co, Porto

26 – Rammstein

Estádio da Luz, Lisboa

Portas: 18:00h

28 – A Garota Não

Teatro Municipal de Bragança, Bragança

21:00h . 6€

Info/Bilhetes

28 a 29 – Evil Live

Altice Arena, Lisboa

29 – Linda Martini

Porto de Mós

22:30h

Info

30 – Warpaint

Os Suspeitos

Hard Club, Porto

21:30h

30 – Miguel Araújo

Torre de Belém, Lisboa

22:00h

Info

30 – Solar Corona + Maquina

Barcelinhos, Barcelos

22:30h

Info

E no dia 22 no Teatro Municipal da Guarda ( Info . Entrada Livre)

30 (e 1 de Julho) – Andrea Bocelli

Convidados: Cuca Roseta

Altice Arena, Lisboa

21:30h

Info/Bilhetes

*OBS: Recomendamos verificar estas informações junto dos promotores ou sites oficiais

#agenda music shooters #live music #2023 #musicshooters_pt #portugal

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interxstitial · 1 year

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@giventakes sent: “ 026. a large penthouse overlooking the city. (for juli!! from hyunsoo 🤍) ”

midnight arrives with a whisper, as soft as the suede beneath julien’s meticulously tailored weight. the tips of his fingers are tinged with rosy pink, shy under the attention of the playful breeze, but they never stray from their post around the wine glass citadel. cradled within is a grand cru pinot noir, dry but savory, sprinkling the air with a spice that will surely linger ‘til dawn. julien’s lips, stained the same shade of burgundy, find the balcony of that citadel and leave a lingering kiss. a promise. tonight’s domaine leroy is for luck, a ritual of sorts to lock in the months of planning and—at least, on julien’s part—years of preparation. by the end of the next evening, they’ll be popping open a 6-liter brut gold to celebrate. armand de brignac seemed to be the only logical choice for such a triumph. in sixteen hours, anthony marino will have nothing but decades of shame and a life sentence left to his name.

“you’re supposed to be sleeping,” julien notes, but his gaze never strays from the glittering ocean of lights beyond the terrace. a cashmere-lined slipper dangles from his toes; 24 karat gold lays delicately along the curve of his neck. “don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”

setting prompts: ACCEPTING!

#giventakes #v: bitter.#//oh my god this was so hard to write #i always have to do so much research for juli LSDJFDDJFKDF #but i genuinely enjoyed the process so i hope you do too !!#you asked for ocean's 11 once upon a time #here you go ♥

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psalm22-6 · 1 year

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Source: Synapse, the UCSF student newspaper, 1 December 1989 The author of this article also went on to become a doctor.

Hugo's epic is brilliantly staged Just when you thought you had real troubles, along comes a musical that puts things into perspective. "Les Miserables," based on the novel by Victor Hugo, portrays the hardships of poverty and injustice in 19th century France, and the struggle of the oppressed for freedom.

The plot, which spans 17 years and involves numerous characters, is basically built from three intertwining subplots. The central one is the story of Jean Valjean, who was imprisoned for stealing bread to save his sister's son. Now he steals again, changes his name, and runs away. Officer Javert vows that he will hunt him down forever and bring him to justice for stealing and for violating his parole. However, Valjean reforms himself in his new life. He becomes generous and merciful to the unfortunate, including Fantine, who has been forced into prostitution to support her young daughter Cosette.

The second subplot involves the love triangle of Cosette (who is adopted by Valjean), Marius, and Eponine. The final story is that of the idealistic students, led by Enjolras, who want revolution.

The power of this production of "Les Miserables" lies in the consistently excellent performances of the entire cast. Rich Herbert (Valjean), for example, makes an impressive transformation from embittered prisoner to benevolent mayor, to loving father and faithful friend. His remarkable vocal range enables him to sing songs of anger and of tenderness equally well.

Richard Kinsey is magnificent as Javert. With his powerful, deep voice, he portrays Javert as a man driven not by spite or by evil, but by what he feels is an honorable duty. We cannot hate him for pursuing Valjean even though we see the misery caused by his system of "justice."

Gary Beach is marvelous as the despicable Thenardier, the main source of comic relief amidst the sadness pervading most of the plot. With every movement, every facial expression, and every note he sings, Beach exudes crudeness and greed and he appears to be enjoying himself thoroughly as he cheats his customers and steals from dead bodies.

Among the women, Michele Maika shines in her sympathetic portrayal of Eponine. Her solo, "On My Own," about her unrequited love for Marius and "A Little Fall of Rain," her final duet with him, are among the most touching scenes in the entire show.

Ironically, the least interesting and least developed character is Cosette. This is surprising, since her well-being is central to the plot (and since her face is on all those tshirts), and it is disappointing, as she (and Marius) come to represent hope for a better society in the future.

In addition to the fine performances, the staging was imaginative and impressive. The stage itself rotates, allowing for a great deal of traveling and motion during each scene. Moreover, the choreography and sound were excellent (as I can confidently attest, having sat in the student discount seats in the balcony).

The one major flaw in this musical is its length: a full three and a half hours. This is problematic on two accounts. First of all, there are so many exquisite melodies that it seems a shame to "dilute" them with less beautiful songs that are not necessary to the plot or whose themes are treated more effectively in other songs.

For example, at the end of Act One, Marius, Enjolras, and their friends are in a cafe singing a wonderful, inspiring song about their hopes of freedom and dreams of love. When at the end of Act Two, Marius returns to the cafe, the sole survivor of the revolution, and laments the loss of his friends and their dreams ("Empty Chairs at Empty Tables"), it is truly depressing. Therefore, we do not need other, less memorable songs about the death of loved ones and the frustrations of ideals; yet they are included.

Secondly, this musical deals with a considerable amount of tragedy (including cruel and oppressive laws, poverty and illness, unrequited love and the death of most of the characters), and despite the occasional humorous song, it is too much to take for so many hours.

Nevertheless, "Les Miserables" is a thoroughly impressive, moving, and entertaining production.

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