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dasher // nyck de vries
summary: its christmas in the netherlands, and nyck thought it would be a wonderful idea to bring y/n home to meet his family and feel what a small town winter is like. too bad she never told nyck that she didn’t know how to ice skate.
pairing: nyck de vries x female! reader
warnings: reader doesn't know how to ice skate, just general winter fluff :) minor mention of anxiety, especially over meeting nyck's parents for the first time, but it's barely there! small mention of blood.
author's note: i'm so excited to bring you guys the christmas collection !! holiday themed fluff (some minor angst by way of my mick schumacher fic), me wishing i had a boyfriend and my favourite holiday songs. i have fics planned for zhou, mick, george, pierre, daniel, charles, alex and lance. hope you guys enjoy : )
friesland, the netherlands.
the snow fell down in flakes as she sat on the windowledge, still dressed in her flannel pajamas and clutching a mug of hot chocolate in her hands as she rested her head against the window. her breath fogged up the glass as she breathed, and she found herself grinning as she drew a small christmas tree in the haze.
there was a knock on the bedroom door, followed by the creak of the hinges to indicate that the door had been opened.
"hey, baby." nyck smiled from the doorway, fully dressed and hair still damp from the shower. "i wondered if you might have been hiding up here."
"hiding from your parents? me? no, of course not." she remarked sarcastically, getting up from her window seat and crossing the guest bedroom to kiss her boyfriend softly. "it's just harder to win your parents over than i thought. my anxiety isn't being super friendly to me this morning."
"i'm sorry, darling. is there anything i can do?"
"a distraction might be nice."
nyck raised his eyebrows. " a distraction, you say?"
"not the kind of distraction that you're thinking of, casanova." y/n laughs, resting her forehead against his, trying to steal as much of the driver's body heat as she could. "i just want to spend some time with you. i feel like we haven't done too much of that since we got here."
"then today is going to be all about me and you. seychelle and my parents are going to the winter market. we were invited, but we can go out and do something else, or we can stay in if that's what you want."
"let's go outside and do something. i've barely seen the village."
nyck smiled kissing her on the forehead. "i've got a great idea. let me run downstairs and put some stuff together. dress warm, you'll need it out there."
she kissed him gently, whispering her affections to the driver as he ducked out of the room, leaving her to get dressed.
it was hard for the imposter syndrome not to set in. he was the hendrik johannes nicasius de vries, formula two and formula e champion. she hadn't even known that nyck was famous until their fourth date, when a group of fans accosted them in the streets. and as much as nyck reassured her that she was the one for him, every so often she wondered if he could do better than her.
coming back home to the netherlands with nyck felt like a nail in the coffin. it was a small village with an impossible name, and less than one thousand people. it was the kind of place where everybody knew everybody else.
and they sure as hell all knew who nyck de vries was.
she reminded herself to breathe, lacing strands of her hair into a fishtail braid before pulling a fair isle patterned sweater overtop of her tight, white turtleneck.
she grabbed her mug, exiting the room and jogging downstairs, anxiety spiking at the thought of running into nyck's mother, or even worse, his dad.
she exhaled when she realized that the kitchen was empty, save for nyck, who was filling a thermos with his mother's homemade hot chocolate.
"my parents just left, they're outside warming up the car." nyck said, passing her a covered breakfast plate. "my mom made you breakfast. she's a little worried about you. she likes you more than you think she does."
"i'm sure i'm just overreacting." y/n agreed, sitting down at the kitchen table and taking a bite out of the crispy bacon strip on her plate.
"it's okay, really. don't beat yourself up about it. i get it. meeting family is terrifying." nyck soothed, sitting next to her at the table. "now, i've got us a whole day planned."
true to his word, the whole morning with nyck had been a dream: homemade pastries in the town square, hot chocolate and a relaxing walk down main street, boots crunching over the snow. a disposable camera roll full of pictures of the two of them that she would get developed as soon as they were back in monaco.
with her hand in his, nyck and y/n walked in a cloud of love, laughter and smiles as the dutchman lead them to the final destination of the afternoon.
in the middle of the village, a large pond had frozen over, pairs and small groups of people ice skating with hands intertwined, dressed in thick mittens and hats with pom-poms on top.
"oh, nyck." y/n said softly. "this was such a sweet idea, but i need to tell you something."
nyck's face fell. "is everything all right, love?"
she laughed softly. "i can't skate, nyck. i never learned."
"that's it?" nyck laughed. "right, let's get you some skates. lucky for you, i'm a great teacher."
the wind kissed their skin, cheeks and noses bleached pink from the cold as the couple strapped on the rented ice skates. y/n was wobbly on her feet as she gripped nyck's arm, blades crunching over the frozen ground as the duo slowly stepped onto the ice.
she felt her foot slide forward, her mind instantly filling with panicked images of wiping out, breaking bones, blood splattered on ice.
"you're okay." nyck said softly, his breath warm against her skin. "just hang on to me."
"okay."
"just put one foot in front of the other, darling."
at first, everything went smoothly. so long as y/n held on to nyck, her anxiety subsided. she just kept putting one foot in front of the other, blades skimming the ice and creating soft scratches on the pond's surface.
"see, it's not that hard. muscle memory, babe. once you figure it out, you'll never forget it."
the couple just kept moving in the large oval, circling around with the rest of the patrons, with y/n becoming more and more confident in herself with every move she made, slowly releasing her hold on nyck.
nyck let go of her hand, confident that now she could skate at least a few feet forwards on her own two feet.
but once she felt nyck's hand let go of hers, she faltered, stomach sinking as she felt the blades on the bottom of the skates lose contact with the ice, unable to stop herself from falling backwards and landing on her tailbone.
"shit!" she shouted, garnering looks from mothers now covering the ears of their small children.
nyck laughed, reaching out his hands to help her back to her feet.
"you're a goddamn liar, de vries." she laughed. "i guess i'll jsut have to hold on to you forever now."
nyck smiled, gently kissing her forehead. "that sounds like a plan to me."
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tags: @sidcrosbyspuck @flannel-cures @libraryofloveletters @diorleclerc @magnummagnussen @daydreamingleclerc
#nyck de vries x reader#nyck de vries#formula one x reader#the christmas collection 2022#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#nyck de vries x y/n#scuderia alphatauri#mercedes formula e#formula e x reader#mini fic
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🍓🥤🍄
🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?
God, I am old, so it was back when Quizilla was a thing - mainly Draco Malfoy and Gerard Way stuff (separately - but what a pairing that would be). I was like...ten or eleven. Which sums up how I spent my youth. I did a check a few years ago to make sure none of it was up anymore and it's all been wiped, which is great.
I do, however, have a FF.net profile from when I was ~13 that is still up and that no CIA technique could get out of me.
🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
I write way more fanfic than I read tbh, buuuut it always makes my day when this Haldir fic is updated, and I also love these Aemond Targaryen miniseries (one and two) - but y'know, HOTD is its own warning there - and also @writingjourney's fics are god tier.
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
All I'm gonna say is I have seen the trend in Boromir!fic about his insane strength/stamina translating very well elsewhere, and I consider it factual.
RIP Sybil.
Thank you!!
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Hang 'Em High
Pairing: vampire!Gerard x reader
Summary: part two of Cemetery Drive, Gerard fears for Y/N and they pair plot their escape
Warnings: the worst writing you may read. It's so full of quotes idek if it's original. Oh there's also mentions of bloody, vampires, bodies, stuff like that. TW: mentions of abuse and allusions to self harm
Word count: 1k
Author's Note: ... I know I said I'd write a part two... i did, but it's shit. Sorry. It's also a complete mix of songs and vibes with an underlying idea for a proper series I'll write later (let me know if you're interested)
It was 3 in the morning when Y/N heard the creaking of her bedroom window. A normal person would be scared. But Y/N enjoyed the shiver that went down her spine when she saw the shadow stretch across the floor as someone climbed through her window.
“I miss you, you know.” Gerard's voice was quiet.
“More than I miss you? Impossible.” Y/N responded. She climbed out of the covers and snuggled into Gerard's chest. It still felt wrong, how cold he was, that she could no longer hear his soothing heart beat.
But he was here. That was enough.
Gerard pulled out some slightly injured flowers from the inside of his jacket pocket. The flowers were dry and dead, but Y/N didn't mind. Decay was her favourite type of bouquet.
“How'd you manage these? Your new “friends”?” Y/N asked.
“Stole 'em from the cemetery. Don't worry, I guess technically they were mine anyway.” Gerard said with a wink.
Y/N blushed. He knew her so well.
“Anything to show you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a hushed whisper. “This is kinda weird , but, no one has... threatened you or hurt you or anything recently, right?”
Y/N looked around suspiciously.
“No. ...Was someone supposed to? Is this about your new... I don't even know what to call them.”
“Pack. Some of us call each other family, as we're all we have, but I can't do it. They might look 16 but they're not teenagers, they're monsters. Murderers. Some of them don't do it to stay sane, it's become a game for them, hunting. I see them for the animals they are. We're a pack. No more, no less.”
Gerard released Y/N from their embrace and started to pace around the room.
“What's going on?” Y/N's tone was harsh, icy with fear.
“Well... there's been a problem. They're starting to get suspicious of me, where am I going and spending so many night, while still not bringing back any corpses.”
Fear made it's way through Y/N's veins as she tried to comprehend all her lover had seen since he died. All the things he'd done, lives he had to end. An image of a thousand bodies piled up made her shudder.
“They know I'm with a human. I come back smelling of blood sometimes,” Y/N started to shift around uncomfortably in her clothes as Gerard spoke. “No no, it's not your fault, honey, OK?”
Gerard sighed.
“It's just... the head of the group—call her Black Mariah—she's getting concerned, I've heard her whispering with others about me being a liability. They're thinking of doing something, I'm just not sure what. I promised you I'd never let them hurt you, it's just getting harder to keep that promise, without—”
“No. I know what you're going to say Gee, I would rather risk my life to see you every other night than be safe and never see you again.”
“You don't understand, that girl's not right in the brain!”
“And I am?” Y/N said. Gerard let out an exasperated sigh. “Wait. Did you say Mariah?”
“Yes, why, have you met her?” Gerard panicked.
All the colour drained from Y/N's face. “I think she's my new lab partner.”
“Fuck. Holy shit, goddammit!” Gerard cried, punching the air, ripping his suit jacket off and throwing it at the floor. “She knows, she FUCKING KNOWS.”
Y/N took a step back, frightened of her boyfriend for the first time. Gerard picked up on this.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just....” Gerard breathed hard, pacing around, before looking back at his girl with wild eyes. “What if we run? We could take to the highway. Just leave.”
“Gerard, I can't. I have to-”
“You have to what? Stay with your abusive family? Finish school to become a good little capitalist? You've been dreaming of running forever.”
Y/N looked around, unsure.
“Y/N/N, if you don't want to, we don't have to. It's entirely up to you. I just....” Gerard trailed off, looking out the his girlfriend's window to the pale moonlight. “I may not care if I live or die, but I can't handle the thought of you getting hurt.”
Y/N looked around her bedroom. The wallpaper falling from the wall. Her battle jacket in the corner. The leaking roof over her make-shift desk. The whole in the wall from when her father got mad.
She looked up at Gerard, a new fire in her eyes.
“What's your plan?”
“Run until it fades to black, run into the sunset.”
“Bullshit. It's not like you to just run. What else?”
Gerard looks around. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
Gerard placed something cold, metallic and heavy in Y/N's hands.
“Tomorrow. Dusk. When the sun is gone, grab your gun and meet me by the door.”
Y/N had followed Gerard's instructions to a T. When the sun had dipped below the horizon, Y/N was outside, bag packed, gun in hand, wearing the dress her ex hates, the perfect gothic date outfit. She needed to look the part, when they arrive.
The car ride was long and silent until Gerard deemed their surroundings empty enough. He pulled over and turned to Y/N.
“Tonight... Tonight isn't gonna be pretty. I just need you to know, I love you. If it goes bad, well... Don't stop, if I fall, and don't look back.”
“Gerard, don't. I can't- I can't lose you. Not again.”
“Y/N/N, please. Don't stop, bury me. Permanently.”
Y/N looked away, and swallowed the growing lump in her throat.
“Alright. Alright. But you need to promise me this. If they get me... can you stake my heart?”
“I-”
“Please. This is what needs to happen. If you die, I will run. If I die, you need to run. If they turn me... Don't let me have to live like that. I've seen the pain it's put you through. Please.”
Gerard merely brought Y/N into his arms, pulling her close, and whispered, “I'll never let them hurt you. Not tonight.”
Neither knew who he was trying to convince.
He placed a soft kiss on her, and with that, Y/N stepped in the coffin.
Taglist: @fandomfoodiedancer @smiling-girl @sab-falco @charlie-rulerofhell @positive-pessimistic-emo I really hope this isn't too disappointing lol
#hang em high#mcr#my chem#my chemical romance#vampire gerard#fanfic#fanfiction#mcr fanfiction#gerard x reader
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Rock ’n’ Roll High School
Director Allan Arkush (plus an uncredited Joe Dante) Stars PJ Soles, Dey Young, Vincent Van Patten, Clint Howard, Ramones USA 1979 Language English 1hr 33mins Colour
‘Oooh baby, fun fun, rock rock rock rock rock ’n’ high school’
This is a cheerfully daft exploitation comedy made under the wing of B-movie king Roger Corman. It’s fun, campy and quick – I don’t think the filmmakers expect you to care about the characters, but do want you to laugh and presumably bop your head along to some songs. It doesn’t have the forensic approach to parody that Zucker/Abrahams/Zucker brought to Airplane!, but more of the gags worked than I expected.
The plot (for what it’s worth) is this: Riff Rendell (PJ Soles) is obsessed with the Ramones, and has written a song she wants to them to play. Her best friend, science nerd Kate Rambeau (Dey Young), has a huge crush on the captain of the football team Tom Roberts (Vincent Van Patten). Tom, despite his notional position at the top of the school social hierarchy, has no luck with girls because of his terrible small talk. Both he and Kate seek the help of Eagleberger (Clint Howard), the school’s entrepreneurial solver of all problems, very much in the lineage of Catch-22’s Milo Minderbinder. And attempting to spoil all the fun is disciplinarian new principal Miss Togar (Mary Woronov).
I’d always thought of this as ‘the Ramones movie’. You get their songs early on, but they themselves first appear about halfway through to play a gig. By the end (at the gig and elsewhere) they have played at least nine songs by my count, which is a lot (although of course, being the Ramones, the songs are short). They aren’t required to do much acting – I think only Joey has any dialogue.
Apparently, the producers spent a while trying to get a band to agree to be in the movie, and the Ramones were a far way down the list. That tracks – there’s nothing about Riff’s fandom that feels specific to da brudders and the idea that they would be an easy consensus favourite in any high school seems fairly movie-like. But I’m a fan, so their presence definitely worked for me.
As does the film as a whole – it was a lot better than I was expecting. Maybe the involvement of Joe Dante, the future director of Gremlins and Small Soldiers, helped. (Character actor Dick Miller, who was in everything Dante directed, pops up here.) For those who like a knowing meta-chuckle, you’ve got Mary Woronov as the anti-rock’n’roll authority figure – back in the 1960s she and Gerard Malanga were the (sometimes whip-wielding) dancers in Andy Warhol’s Exploding Plastic Inevitable accompanying the Velvet Underground.
Surprisingly enjoyable…
(So yes, a 1979 release, but nevertheless part of my Every girl should be given an electric guitar on her 16th birthday series of reviews)
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Les Misérables London West End 2022-2023 Cast:
Jon Robyns as Jean Valjean:
I really loved Jon as JVJ, his performance was so dynamic and powerful. Probably one of the best JVJ’s in terms of acting ability - he was amazing throughout. The looks and head movements he gave towards Javert were hilarious: he was done with everything Javert was doing. When Javert entered the hospital the look was basically the definition of ‘dude! She’s dying! Not the time!’. He also had amazing vocals (not my favourite this year) but his bring him home was beautiful. The main part of his performance, like I previously said, was the acting.
David Thaxton as Javert:
Amazing Javert. His performance of Stars was just incredible. His acting performance throughout scenes was the perfect mix of intimidating and authority. His soliloquy was so well acted. He mixed speaking a singing with I adored. He also had a softness about him that ran along the sternness and it was confusingly good. His chemistry with Jon Robyns was perfect - they worked the best as a pair compared to other performances I’ve seen this year. Their fight scenes were great.
Ava Brennan as Fantine:
She had such beautiful rich low tone that maintained a youthfulness to it which was just incredible. Her acting was also really good although I think she could have explored the physicality of Fantine a bit more as some parts were very stationary with just facial expressions. But overall one of my favourite performances this year.
[does anyone know why the fantine dress has changed again???!!!!!]
Nathania Ong as Eponine:
The best vocals I’ve literally ever heard live in anything ever (and that’s saying something since I’ve heard Bradley Jaden’s Soliloquy which was mind shatteringly good). Her performance personified acting with intent. Everything she did had a purpose and it gave such a realistic refreshing dynamic performance. Her on my own was the best vocal performance of anyone this year no matter the role. My favourite thing was when she switch to a hopeful childlike tone on the word “happiness” in on my own, before switching immediately back to anger. She played such a dark Eponine who felt caught up in everything but still separate which adored so much.
Benjamin Karran as Marius (1st cover):
Beautiful low vocals, but I did think that his high notes needed some work in terms of darkening the sounds as they sometimes came across screechy. I loved his characterisation though, it was a wonderful blend of annoying and adorable which made enjolras’ frustration understandable. Overall he was a really easy to watch Marius.
Lulu-Mae Pears as Cosette:
Cosette personified. Pure and utter beauty, are the only ways to describe her performance. She had beautiful high notes with no effort or over done vibrato. Her character was so bouncy and energetic and youthful, and she made you just fall in love with cosette as a character. She had such a youthful personality without being overly innocent and was exactly how I envisioned cosette from reading the book. Probably the most enjoyable cosette I’ve seen in a long while.
Gerard Carey as Thènardier:
Pure raucous chaos throughout all his scenes. I’ve seen him multiple times performing with both casts this year and his master of the house with the new cast was just perfection: so much gusto and obnoxiousness. Just amazingly crazy character and vocals.
Josefina Gabrielle as Madame Thènardier:
She was so funny. Comedic timing was perfect and the way she played with her voice to add emphasis and accents on different phrases and words was just wonderful.
Jordan Shaw as Enjolras:
From clips I’ve seen of him, I didn’t go into the theatre expect me to like his performance; but it was probably my favourite all round performance of enjolras this year - high praise coming from some so obsessed with the character. Yes, there were times when his vocals weren’t my favourites but his voice blended so well with the ensembles and the way he acted was so clear and passionately beautiful. He had a wonderful idealistic sensitivity to him and because of that his vocal didn’t matter as they fit the character as whole so well. Would love to go and see him again!
Bart Lambert as Grantaire:
One sentence…
Depressed teletubbie got drunk and ate too much sugar…
Hilarious performance of grantaire with so much bouncy energy (I could totally see his R and Lulu-Mae’s cosette being friends). He was serious when he needed to be but when he didn’t he fully explored the light hearted side of R. There’s was a nice bond between him and Gavroche and he had a heartbreaking reaction to Gav’s death. Because I was close to the stage I could hear him whispering stuff like ‘he’s just a kid’ and ‘no no no’ while cradling gavroches body. He was also so careful when laying gav down and took so long to arrange his body with so much care. Unlike Steven Hall and Connor Jones his vocals were very sung and didn’t have as much grit to them, which I loved because it matched the playful energy he had. My only criticism is that he didn’t have the best chemistry with marius but that maybe due to Benjamin being on and having not had a chance to develop it yet.
Cameron Burt as Feuilly:
He had an absolutely wonderful performance and worked so well with Jordan Shaw as Enjolras. His vocals were also very strong: well pronounced and not over sung. I desperately need to see him on as Enjolras as he’s a cover for that role.
Overall opinion on whole cast:
The ensemble was wonderful: I do think they need a bit more time to properly gel seamlessly but overall they did work well together. It was a very level overall good performance with no one being significantly better than anyone else so it felt very complete. The stupid barricade still annoys me but I’m growing to like the new production more and more as I go to see it. I don’t think it will ever be as good as the previous one but when you have a good cast and know the show well it’s not the end of the world.
#les miserables#les mis#grantaire#les misérables#les amis#enjolras#marius#jean valjean#eponine#cosette#gavroche#feuilly#les mis west end
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I've never got round to seeing Wicker Man but now I rly want to after your video just now - I'm curious what other stuff in the horror genre you're into?
I like a big mix!
I would say that I generally prefer supernatural horror over pretty much any other subgenres, especially hauntings and possessions - I will say that I enjoyed the Wicker Man, but I wasn't remotely frightened by it, and I think like...
As I mentioned in the TikTok, there was no fear or really tension in the watch for me at all.
One good comparative text for The Wicker Man (1973) I would actually say is The Terror - the book is historical fantasy horror by Dan Simmons, but there's also a TV series that's very good. The reason I would pair them is to do with the fact that they're both authored by white people but are delving very explicitly into self-critique re: the white British colonial mindset, the need to always be the default, and most of all the need to dominate and eliminate other cultures, even while feeding on them.
The particular fear of pagan influence is constant in The Terror's book, in the response to the Inuit ways, other referenced native and indigenous cultures, but even in response to Catholicism from the Anglican Christian perspective; in the text, the crew are very explicitly punished for their colonial and imperial mindsets, with a good example being their attack by the Intuit spirit Tuunbaq while they're singing Rule Britannia.
I really enjoyed The Boogeyman (2023, dir. Rob Savage), which is a new release - I haven't written up a review of it yet, but I do intend to. Some random favourite horror films of mine are:
Nanny (2022, dir. Nikyatu Jasu)
Under The Shadow (2016, dir. Babak Anvari)
The Vigil (2019, dir. Keith Thomas)
Sea Fever (2019, dir. Neasa Hardiman)
The Boat (2018, dir. Winston Azzopardi)
Sputnik (2020, dir. Egor Abramenko)
Candyman (1992, dir. Bernard Rose)
The Innocents (2021, dir. Eskil Vogt)
Good Madam (2021, dir. Jenna Cato Bass)
The Power (2021, dir. Corinna Faith)
Saint Maud (2019, dir. Rose Glass)
Bad Hair (2020, dir. Justien Simien)
The Silenced (2015, dir. Lee Hae-young)
M3GAN (2022, dir. Gerard Johnstone)
American Mary (2012, dir. Jen Soska & Sylvia Soska)
Nope (2022, dir. Jordan Peele)
The Woman In Black (2012, dir. James Watkins)
As Above So Below (2014, dir. John Erick Dowdle)
Most of these are pretty recent, but I've tried to pick a selection from a variety of cultures and perspectives.
I log everything I watch on Letterboxd though, so here's all my logged horror movies in order of how highly I rated them.
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10 + 11?
10. Top three favourite fic tropes.
hard one, definitely... in terms of MCR fic- i love fics that take gerard's onstage characters (the cheerleader, the nurse, the priest) and work it into his actual personality or the RPF interpretation of them (bexless did a really great job of this, i think it's why unholyverse is so popular, honestly.)
i love yandere tropes in or out of fic (my favorite interpretation of the trope is by far gasai yuno of mirai nikki)- i just think it has to do with how i relate, but you can do really interesting interpretations of characters who are just insane.
and... i'm not sure it counts as a trope, but i really have a soft spot for the kind of zany and unstructured fanfics you'll usually find written by kids on wattpad, the kind where the smut uses absurd euphemisms and anatomical inaccuracies, everyone's out of character or flanderized, and where the author made a one-shot and then just kept updating it without a clear sense of direction, just a series of events strung together... it would feel mean to call them badfics, but i'm absolutely in love with that clumsy style of writing.
11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated.
feel like i might piss a few people off here... i don't really like enemies to lovers much at all. i want them to either stay homoerotic rivals and never, ever have a proper conversation with each other (PG-verse gerardmau5. they're kismeses) or just stay enemies and never resolve their differences (i blame this on being a scorpio, i can hold a grudge forever.)
i also despise "pair the spares." ray/mikey is pretty much my NOTP for this reason. they're okay as a pairing, but if someone ships ray/mikey, it's probably just because they're a diehard frank/gerard shipper. you never really see standalone fics about them, they're always in the background while frerard is happening. i put off reading unholyverse for a long time just because i knew ray/mikey was second-place endgame. i hate shipping WAGs for the same reason- lindsey and jamia just... have no reason to be together, you just want them out of the way of frerard! where's the drama?!
aand... i don't know if this counts as a trope, but i hate when people write party poison with a vagina! i get wanting to relate to a character and stuff, but there are nonbinary people who are intersex or have penises, you know?! i don't want to shame anyone who does write them that way, but something about it rubs me the wrong way. (i'm not a fan of transmasc frank, either, but i think that has more to do with people saying he looks transmasc in real life. i met someone once who did genuinely believe he was transmasc. it bothers me and i'm not even sure why.)
#asks#ask game#ao3#fanfiction#my chemical romance#bandom#hope i don't come off as overly negative or anything!#and nothing against anyone who writes the stuff i don't like
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I posted 761 times in 2022
That's 614 more posts than 2021!
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I tagged 403 of my posts in 2022
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My Top Posts in 2022:
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Guillerek? Derllermo? Whatever we’re calling it, I’m about it.
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my favourite genre of men: grown men who you can completely justifiably call ‘babygirl’
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So I was just reading this post and it raised a couple points I’d like to talk about real quick.
Basically it is someone asking why there is so much less audience interaction with fics than there used to be. There’s a few suggested answers but the one I’d particularly like to talk about is the idea that now we live in an age where the internet and social media is ruled by tiktok (and I suppose instagram to a certain extent as well)
Tiktok is designed so that a user makes as little effort as possible, you don’t have to think, you just have to watch and scroll and tiktok’s algorithm will provide you with hours of content it thinks you will like. It gets people used to the idea that they do not need to contribute because all will be provided for them, people expect to be served.
So what happens when you get a site like AO3 with no algorithm, no recommendations, a site that isn’t built to serve. We get fic writers (like the one who sent the ask in the post I referred to earlier) who have to put up with less and less feedback and it’s disheartening. Sites like AO3 cannot survive without writers to write and readers to read but if the writers stop seeing the point in writing because they don’t know if their readers even liked what they wrote then I don’t blame them for not wanting to write anymore.
And I get that sometimes you just don’t have the spoons to think of a comment, I’m not trying to say there’s anything wrong with that. But please don’t just look at something and move on when you’re done without any indication to the author that you liked what they wrote. Even if it’s just quoting a line you liked and saying something like ‘lol’, even if it’s just an emoji, even if it’s just kudos, I promise you that authors see that and we appreciate it. Don’t be afraid of being judged, if you like something SAY SO!! But please for the love of all that is good and holy, do not treat AO3 like tiktok or instagram. That is not sustainable.
Not to sound like one of the ‘tin foil hat brigade’ (as my mother would say) but I truly believe that algorithms will be death of creativity and freedom of expression. You cannot treat AO3 like tiktok because you cannot treat human beings like robots. It is not shameful to want appreciation, humans need to know they are appreciated.
Not to get too political here but I am begging you to ask yourself who profits most from feeding you the notion that we can expect people to provide a service while giving them nothing in return.
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Via emeraldcitycomiccon on Instagram
Nathan Foad and Con O’Neill take a pirate terminology quiz.
This video is a gem. Some highlights: they just keep making answers up, Con spends a little too long talking about nice ass, Nathan and Con spend almost the whole video so close to each other that Con questions if they look like “young lovers”. It’s exactly the kind of chaos you’d expect from these two.
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My #1 post of 2022
Con O’Neill is having a fabulous time on his twitter dot com right now
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1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die: Best-of lists vs. natural discovery
Although I have been obsessed with music as long as I can remember, I've often felt like an impostor when it comes to talking to other music nerds. I often feel like my knowledge isn't encyclopaedic enough, like not having listened to the Beatles' entire catalogue somehow gives me less of an authority to listen to any music at all. That's why, many years ago, I asked for the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die for Christmas.
The book does what it says on the tin – it compiles 1001 albums that the editors deemed most noteworthy or important from the 50s to today. My copy, published in 2009, only has a handful of albums from the early 2000s, but I felt like I could handle modern music – it was the stuff from years ago that felt harder to sink my teeth into without a guide. It felt like a great starting point to me at the time. "If I listen to all these albums, surely I'll know enough to count myself as a 'real' music fan," I thought.
The problem was that listening to 1001 albums is a gargantuan task. Even at one album a day, the project would take nearly 3 years. One listen is hardly enough, so the project requires a massive time commitment. I've never been great with consistency, especially when I was younger, so my attempts fell flat. I'd listen to a few albums, not get too excited by them, and forget about the book for a while, then start the process again. Most of the time, it felt like homework rather than something truly enjoyable.
Flipping through the glossy pages, I imagined that I was looking into the future, seeing a version of myself who held all this knowledge and had a complete musical map in their head. Each album is accompanied by a blurb explaining its place in music history, offering some connections to other artists or genres. I was convinced that if I read the entire book cover to cover and engrained each album into my mind, I'd be an expert. The homework would be worth it. I just wasn't sure what use expertise was when what I loved most about music was finding a connection.
In most cases, listening to one album a day doesn't provide enough time to truly connect. Some albums have taken me years of occasional listening to fall in love with them (Gerard Way's Hesitant Alien, for example). It's not always about the sound itself; whether an album resonates often has more to do with hearing it at a time in one's life where something about the lyrics, the mood, the energy just clicks for one reason or another. At that point in time, the album is just right. Even giving a new album a few listens in a day before moving onto the next one feels like inadequate time to see if it sticks.
In the years since receiving the book, I have never stopped finding new music. Instead of following books or lists, I've come across new artists more organically through recommendations from friends, from Spotify, from seeing a band live and loving the opener. After not thinking about 1001 Albums very much for several years, I'm now coming back to it and realizing that so many of the artists that I'd never heard of when I first cracked the spine are now some of my favourites – I didn't need a book to introduce them to me, after all.
I do still want to listen to all of the albums someday. In the interest of trying this project again, I've made a spreadsheet where I can keep track of everything – what date I first listened to the album, how much I liked it, my first impressions, etc. I have yet to fill out the first entry, but I'm not going to hold myself to any timeline this time. Listening to something just to tick it off a list isn't terribly satisfying, to me. A mixture of organic discovery and list-following feels like the way to go, following natural interest and looking to the list when I'm unsure of what to listen to next.
I still feel like an impostor sometimes, even though I recognize most of the names in 1001 Albums now. (In fact, many of my more recent favourites don't feature in any iteration of the book at all.) I still haven't listened to the entirety of the Beatles' back catalogue, and I might never get around to it. But I've learnt that that's the nature of being a music fan; it's impossible to know everything. I'd rather follow my natural interests and find music that I deeply love and connect to than claim an encyclopaedic knowledge that stops at the surface. Being a music fan is about learning and always having more to discover. There are no pre-requisites to being able to say what one likes. I'll never be someone who finds their favourite albums and stops there, keeping the same songs on repeat forever, and I'm comforted by knowing that as long as I live, there will always be great music to hear for the first time and fall in love with when it hits just right.
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Grief is essential, but it doesn’t have to be the end
I'm doing some author events, but before I tell you about them, let me tell you the insight that my books rest upon, which I call little visits.
I confess, I have a very active mind. It’s crazy at times, with many cars in many lanes going in different directions, their boots bulging with stupendous ideas. In the past I’ve been described as quirky. I’ve been asked what planet I’m on. I’ve seen expressions of exasperation when words have spilled out of my mouth that were meant to be kept on the tongue. Oops. The truth is, I let my imagination travel where it wants to, sometimes too far and over the edges of the earth, but I consider this freedom of mind as a sort of gift. It leaves me open to let other ‘outside’ thoughts in, and one big outside belief is that I’m sure that two people, who are both no longer alive, send me signs to let me know they’re still around.
The first is Gillian.
Gillian and I were lifelong friends from school, sharing passions and daftness. We were always giggling, listening to music, going out and talking about boys. For forty years we laughed, cried and loved, and then, aged forty-seven, she was diagnosed as having a brutally painful cancer, and died six months later. The last few days I spent with her were precious. She passed away five years ago, but Gillian has many ways of telling me she’s okay.
Recently, as I was catching up with Gillian’s sister, Fiona, on the phone, I entered a cafe to buy a coffee. Right then, Lloyd Cole came on in the background. Gillian and I were mad about Lloyd Cole, and managed to climb on stage beside him at a Glasgow Pavilion gig in the 80s.
‘Can you hear that?’ I said as I held out the phone for Fiona to hear Lost Weekend.
‘Oh my God it’s Lloyd Cole’, she replied.
‘She’s listening to our call’, I said.
‘She knows we’re talking about her!’
‘She’s saying she’s here too!’
We smiled for a few seconds. A tiny moment of comfort, momentous in its power to connect.
The second is Bridget.
My late mother-in-law was the most generous, soft, kind and rapturously funny woman I have ever met. We were very close when the children were babies. She lived around the corner and was round in a flash when I needed her. She loved her grandchildren, and I know she loved me, because she’d insist I take a nap when the children took theirs, and I’d wake up to see all the dishes done and washing folded. Long after she died, my husband, her beloved son, had to refurbish her house. On a walk around her empty bedroom upstairs, I said, ‘So what do you think?’ And her voice entered my mind, ‘Well this is absolutely beautiful’, she said, ‘I can’t believe what you’ve done with the place!’ Again, I smiled, feeling her close. I told her I couldn’t take the credit, it was all Gerard’s work. ‘Well that’s a first!’ she said.
I see Gillian and Bridget in my dreams. The dreams are always vivid. I see them clearly and they’re telling me they’re okay. Sometimes when I’m dropping off to sleep I ask them to visit me and they do.
I suppose, you could say, that I don’t have to believe they’re present or talking to me. You could say I’m bringing all this nonsense on myself. You could say it’s the strength of my imagination, or my grief, or just a strong memory. I could choose to think I am just quirky, like they say. However, if believing helps me feel a little less sore in myself, then where’s the harm in it?
Ever seen a robin land in your garden? It could be a little hello. When a white feather floats down, they could be thinking of you. When a dream feels so real and vivid, maybe you had a visit. If you hear the voice in your head and it joins in the conversation; clearly answering. You can visualise them, sitting in their chairs, walking in the park, standing by the kettle, having forty winks. Hear their favourite songs and know they are still connected to you. Love and search their photos, and wish you had more. Feel the sun after the rain, enjoy rainbows and washing drying quickly. Treasure the foot prints they left on this earth. Let the outside thoughts in.
Of course you don’t have to believe any of it, but doesn’t it help a little bit when you do?
Next time you see that Robin, say hello.
‘June’, the concluding part of the Life and Soul trilogy by Julie Hamill will be published on October 31st, 2023. The theme of the trilogy is grief, love and loss within a Scottish family. The stories are set during the 1980s and 1990s and have won high praise from critics. Pre order June from Amazon on Kindle or paperback here
Order Frank (part I) here
Order Jackie (part II) here
Talking events
Julie Hamill will be hosted by North Lanarkshire Libraries on 30th October 2023 at 12pm as part of a special online presentation with readings and audience Q&A. Register for a free place here
Julie Hamill will be appearing at The Dublin Castle, Camden November 2nd, 7.30pm for Q&A, book signing and music from the 80s era, free entry, all welcome.
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Silly Asks:
Do you like to wake up to sunshine and birds singing or cozy overcast skies?
Bedhead?
If you had a cat would you rather them understand 'attack *specific person*' or 'go get me *specific snack*'?
What's for breakfast?
Beans or rice?
Would you rather have a harmless dragon or a deadly unicorn?
Slumber party with favorite celeb or hiking with favorite author?
Hope your morning stays awesome!
ooh fun!
hmm well my bedroom curtains suck so waking up to sunshine is often unpleasant but i still think i'd prefer that - then i know i can go out without worrying about rain. tho tbh i like waking up when its dark out :3
not sure what the question is here but i have a permanent bedhead. i almost never brush my hair i just wake up run my hands thru it to push it in vaguely the right direction and im good to go!
oh my god having a cat that can attack on command would be so funny i would LOVE that
im not much of a breakfast gal due to im always running late to everything, but when ive got a little time im always partial to scrambled eggs w smoked salmon. super quick to cook which is a big plus 👌
ahhhh tough call i don't really eat either much! rice, i suppose.
harmless dragon oh my god i would love 2 have a dragon that would be cool as fuck. as long as i can fly on its back. if i can't fly on its back then i'd rather a deadly unicorn bc i could ride that everywhere. show up to work on a unicorn. would b amazing and so so practical
SLUMBER PARTY WITH FAVOURITE CELEB SLUMBER PARTY WITH FAVOURITE CELEB. i dont think id have much 2 discuss w any of my favourite authors and im not much of a hiker. but oh my god id kill for a slumber party with gerard way. i have so much 2 ask him i have so much i want 2 talk to him about. gway slumber party where i braid his hair and we listen to iron maiden and discuss gender
#ask#rootfauna#these were so cute thank u!#my morning has been pretty nice i met up w my nan for coffee & now im gonna go sit in the sun in a beer garden w a friend :3#hope your day is awesome too!! <3
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17 questions, 17 people (except I won't tag anyone)
nickname: luc, it's just my name
height: 1,60m
last thing i googled: c4 bra size (I CAN EXPLAIN-)
last song stuck in your head: boogie wonderland by earth, wind and fire
number of followers: 30 smth
amount of sleep: it varies between 7 to 10 hours
lucky number: ok so, I don't really have a lucky number but my favorite numbers are the 1-2 digit numbers, who end in 0 or 5, or are even. and also the number 13, which coincidentally happens to fit in only 1 criteria out of 3.
dream job: cinema actor and musician (probably won't follow it since I have a huge dream of not starving)
favourite song: vienna by billy joel (one of my favorites)
favourite instrument: piano and violin (though I actually love every instrument)
aesthetic: gerard way in the Helena and welcome to the black parade mv
favourite author: karl marx /hj
random fun fact: I learned all the lyrics to fergalicious when I was 10. it was also probably the first song I fully learned in english
no one tagged me, I stole it from the tl
whoever wants to do it can!
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Cemetery Drive
Pairing: Vampire!Gerard x female reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: trigger warning for suicide, self harm and death
Summary: Y/N visits her ex's grave but is surprised at what, or who, she finds
Author's note: I genuinely cannot tell if this is a masterpiece cause I love some of the lines, or the shittiest thing I have written. Also this is probably going to be part 1, let me know if you want a part 2!! If you like, please reblog <3
Thunder boomed as lightning bloomed across the jet black sky. The rain only added to the misery, which added to overall feeling that this was somehow meant to be. Y/N slipped through the cemetery gates, passing the familiar graves like old friends.
“Excuse me, Henry,” she said, followed by “Rest well, Sandra,” as she passed by on the way to see her ex-boyfriend's grave. Once she got there, she sat down, never mind the rain, the fact that her black tights and dress would get saturated. Today was too important. It was supposed to be their first anniversary. Halloween. It was going to be everything.
Y/N pulled out a bottle of vodka from her bag, and took a long swing. Even the thunder, rain and heartbreak couldn't drown out the sounds in her head, the night he died. She poured some of the vodka on her ex's grave so he could have some.
“I guess this is what you wanted, huh?” she let out a cold laugh “I miss you, Gerard. I know that this was your decision, but I don't understand why. Was I not enough?” she wiped away a tear, pointless with the rain, but determined to collect herself. But why bother? No one was there but her. Sure, the dead may be supposed to walk tonight, but she was alone. She let out a small sob. Then another. A louder one.
“I miss you,” she heaved “I miss you, so-” but she was cut off.
“Oh sugar, of course you were enough for me. But I had to leave. It wasn't my choice.”
Y/N whirled around at the sound of Gerard's voice.
“No.” she said, so softly she didn't even hear herself. “No, no, you're dead. I saw your body, I found you on the bathroom floor, this isn't possible.”
“Well,” Gerard said with a small gesture that could've meant anything. “I guess I should explain a few thi-” Y/N charged at Gerard, hugging him so fiercely the wind got knocked from his lungs—well, they would have if he still had air left in him.
Gerard wrapped his arms around Y/N as she nuzzled into his chest.
“You bastard! You fucking asshole!!” she sobbed. She pushed him back. “Explain. Wait. No.” She took a few swigs of the vodka, handed it to him, and then said, “I am most definitely drunk, but if this is real, I need to stay drunk for this. Explain.”
“Well,” Gerard loosened the red tie he was buried in. “I had to fake it. No one would believe the truth.”
“Which is?” Y/N demanded.
“How about we get under some shelter first, OK?” Gerard took a drink, and Y/N's hand, and the pair ran under the cover of the mausoleum door. Once they got there, Y/N took a tentative step forward, and brushed her hand over Gerard's cheek.
“Baby, is this really you?? Are you here, or are you just a ghost?” a tear slipped down her cheek.
“Y/N, it's really me.” Gerard said, voice soft and soothing like Y/N's favourite blanket.
“I don't think I can handle losing you again. Don't leave me, Gee.”
Y/N's lips crashed against Gerard's. Though it had only been a month without each other, their car-crash kiss was a collision of passion and pain, like a rose blooming in a storm, a breath of fresh air in a polluted city.
“I...” Gerard sighed, and softly kissed Y/N, hands on her cheek and waist, a familiar feeling that Y/N missed with every inch of her soul. “I can't be with you. Not, not like we where.”
Watching the despair and disappointment well up in Y/N's eye broke what was left of Gerard's heart. She turned away and went to walk, but Gerard held her wrist.
“My love, please. Don't go. Let me explain, OK? You still believe in magic and mysterious things, right?”
“Gerard, I just brought you vodka and a black rose on Halloween, in case you were still alive. I watched you be buried, but I kissed you a minute ago. I don't believe in anything but believe in everything now.”
“Well..”
“For fuck's sake, just say it Gerard!”
“I'm a vampire!”
Silence.
“Gerard this isn't funny.”
“You said yourself that you found my body. You saw me be buried. We just walked past my tombstone!! I am dead, Y/N!”
“So you're a ghost then, I'm drunk, I should go home-”
“Touch my neck,”
Y/N froze. What sounded like an absolutely absurd request was merely an in joke she had with Gerard, when they first started dating, a joke about vampires after watching a horror movie marathon. This was definitely Gerard she was talking to.
Y/N obliged, and gently placed her finger tips where Gerard's pulse should have been. Lightning flashed and Y/N saw just how pale Gerard was. There was no pulse. He was cold, and it wasn't the weather.
“I had to fake my death. It's not like I could just suddenly say 'hey, so I'm deathly allergic to sunlight, I can't eat garlic bread anymore, and is it OK if I just sneak out real quick to suck some blood?'” Y/N took a step back as Gerard took a step closer. “Honey, I love you. But I couldn't risk hurting you.”
“And you thought that DYING would be fucking better?! Fuck you! And I know full well that even as a vampire you'd never hurt me!!” the fires of hell burned through her venomous words.
“I wouldn't. But my pack would. Look, I don't want to sound like Creepy Cullen here, but I couldn't risk it. I would never hurt you. But they would. And without them, I can't eat. And I don't want to become a monster.”
Seconds ticked by like centuries, thunder and rain the only sounds louder than one beating heart and voices.
“If you can't risk it, then why did you come here tonight? You had to know I was going to see you. It's our day.”
“It's because of that that I couldn't stay away. I was going to stay hidden, but the way you were blaming yourself? I would happily die to protect you from my friends, but I will not watch you tear yourself apart.”
The words bad Y/N shuffle her jacket, subconsciously trying to hide any cuts that Gerard didn't know about, thinking about the last time he told her not to tear herself apart. But the gesture wasn't unnoticed. Without saying a word, Gerard lifted Y/N's arm to his lips.
“What now? I can't lose you again Gerard, I can't do it, I won't.” Y/N's voice was sharp and broken as a shard of glass.
Gerard kissed Y/N with all the life he had left.
“Never again. I swear, I will never leave you again.”
Taglist: @fandomfoodiedancer @smiling-girl @fedorable-killjoys @sab-falco @charlie-rulerofhell and anyone who wants to be on the list! Sorry if I forgot or tagged the wrong people!
#mcr#my chem#my chemical romance#cemetery drive#fanfic#mcrmy#vampires#vampire gerard way#gerard way#gerard x reader
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The Summer of ( Punk ) Love
Bullets Frank x Gender Neutral Reader
Requested by anon
Authors Note: I'm so sorry these are taking me so long to write, I've been so busy with school and dealing with my mental health. It's March break right now, so hopefully, I'll be able to get at least one more done and posted.
" What do you mean you're ' not counceling this summer '? " I message my best friend, Gerard Way.
Every summer, since we were little kids, Gerard and I would go to the local summer camp. When we got too old to attend, we decided to become counselors to keep the tradition alive.
" I already told you, I'm going to NY early to get ready for art college. " he texts back.
" Damn it! Can't you wait until after camp to do that? I'm gonna be stuck with some person I don't even know! Do you know how anxiety inducing that will be? I'm gonna die! " I panic.
" No, I have to get my dorm set up and get a feel of the campus. Don't worry, look, I know the guy who's gonna counsel with you. He's cool, I think you'll like him. His name's Frank. " Gerard tells me.
" Oh yeah, like knowing his name makes me any less anxious * eye roll * " I send back.
" Just calm down, you'll be fine, I prommie. <3 " he reassures me.
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I arrived at camp and I've been pacing around the eating hall, waiting for my new counselling partner to get here. The head counsellor watches me worriedly. She was about to say something when someone, I can only assume is Frank, walks in. He's in a pair of black jeans and a Bad Brains shirt. He has dyed, orange hair that's spiked up in a small, little mohawk. He walks right up to me, hands in his pants pockets, and smiles at me. He takes a hand out from his pocket and holds it out to me.
" Hi, I'm Frank. " he grins. I totally freeze up and forget how to think and form words.
" Hi, I'm Y/N. " I say after an eternity, struggling to remember my name.
It didn't help that I'm all flustered. The guy is pretty fucking cute. It seems like he also has a great taste in music by his choice in band tee.
The boy gives me a weird look. He probably judging me and thinks I'm slow. I must have looked like an idiot just standing and staring for as long as I did before answering.
The head counsellor takes us on a tour of the camp. Not that I need it, I know the camp layout like the back of my hand by now. I assume Frank has never been to camp before from the way he ooh's and ahh's after being shown each location. It's adorable.
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The next morning, I'm reading Catcher in the Rye on a bench outside the eating hall, waiting for the campers to arrive, when Frank comes and sits next to me. He's wearing his camp counselling uniform and he looks like a total dork. I almost laugh out loud. He sees me smirking and grins.
" I look great, don't I? I look like a ten year old. " he says.
This time I can't hold back my laugh. I giggle and shake my head.
" I mean, you're not wrong. " I shrug.
" You're not supposed to agree! " Frank says, shooting me a playful glare.
That's when I hear a bus honk. That means the kids have arrived! My eyes light up and I get up, taking Frank's hand and excitedly pulls him to come greet the kids.
" Come on! Come on! The kiddos are here! " I exclaim, leading a startled Frank towards the bus.
I eagerly watch as the kids get off the bus. I wait for the last camper to exit before I speak, greeting the kids.
" Welcome kiddos! I'm happy to see a lot of familiar faces, " I beam at my favourite camper, Frances Bean, " This is Frank. " I say, introducing my new counselling partner to the group.
I realize I'm holding Frank's hand. He does too and smirks at me. Blushing, I quickly let go of his hand as if it were on fire.
" Slow down babe, we've only know each other less than a day. " he jokes, making me turn a darker shade of pink.
" Awe, but babe, I can't help myself. You're such a cute little dork. " thinking quickly of an equally stupid response to cover up my embarrassment, I fake pout and boop his nose.
We both burst out laughing when the kids all go ' Ooo '. Frances Bean approaches us from the back of the group.
" Does Gerard know you're cheating on him? " Frances Bean asks me.
" Oh, Beanie, " I sigh, " I'm not dating Gerard, he's gay. He's got a boyfriend. His name is Bert. "
Her eyes go wide as she processes the information.
" Well, that explains a lot. " she says, nodding to herself as we walk to the cabins so the kids can get settled in before the camp tour.
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It's the end of the night and we're all gathered around the campfire. To get to know each other, we're all playing two truths and a lie while roasting marshmallows.
" I really like dogs, I'm in a rock band and my favourite food is steak. " Frank says when it's his turn.
The campers and I take a minute to consider which one is a lie. I know Frank likes rock music but being in a band just sounds too far out to be true, so, I go with that.
When time comes to guess, Frances Bean is the first to raise her hand. She also thinks that being in a band was the lie.
" Nope! I'm in a rock band called My Chemical Romance! " he grins proudly.
It takes a minute to process it, but when I do, I gasp loudly.
" That's how you know Gee! You're in his band! " I exclaim.
Frank nods his head, still grinning.
" Wait? But I've been to a few practices and I never saw you. " I question, tilting my head.
" Gerard had asked me not too long ago to join because they needed a second guitarist. You just haven't come to any practices since then. " he explains. Now it's my turn to nod my head.
At this point, the game went out the window and the kiddos spend the rest of the night curiously asking Frank questions about what it's like to be in a band.
" Did you bring a guitar with you? " someone asks.
Frank gets a look of excitement in his eyes.
" Matter of fact, I did. Hold on, lemme go get it. " he tells the group.
Frank gets up and runs off to the counsellor's cabin and returns a few minutes later with a gorgeous, acoustic guitar.
" Any requests? " he asks.
Everyone starts shouting things all at once.
" Shh, okay, I heard someone say Losing my Religion, so, Losing my Religion it is. " Frank says, tuning the guitar.
Everyone quiets down for Frank. He closes his eyes, starts strumming the guitar and begins to sing. He sounds beautiful, unlike anyone I've heard. Frank's voice is unique, slightly off-pitch, but it's what makes it sound so different and wonderful.
When Frank opens his eyes as he finishes the song, they land on me. As the campers around us applaud him, it seems like it's only me he can see. He grins stupidly at me as I bite my lip and smile back.
Once Frank comes back to reality, he checks the time.
" Alright, campers, bedtime! Everyone head to your cabins and get ready to sleep. Lights out are at 8:30. " he announced, leading the group to their cabins, leaving me sitting alone at the dying camp fire.
When Frank comes back, he takes a seat next to me, so close I can feel his body heat. It's an awkward minute before someone says something.
" The sunset's stunning, isn't it? " I ask, staring at the sky.
" Yeah, it is. But you're more stunning. " Frank answers, muttering that last part under his breath, thinking I wouldn't hear.
The compliment makes me blush.
" You're an amazing musician, by the way. Your voice is beautiful, " I tell him, " Gerard made a good choice in asking you to join My Chem. "
" Thanks, Y/N. " he replies.
A couple of minutes pass by in, this time, a comfortable silence before I get up to let the kids know it's lights out.
" Hey, Frankie, I wanna show you something. Follow me. " I say upon returning, leading him into the woods behind eating hall.
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Night has completely fallen and Frank and I have been sitting at my special hiding place for an hour and a half, at least, talking and getting to know each other.
" Y'know, Gerard didn't tell me you'd be this cute. " I say, shoulder checking him before laying my head on him.
His cheeks flush pink and he smiles to himself. He takes my hand in his as he thanks me, playing with my fingers. I lift his hand to my lips and give it a little kiss, looking up at him through my lashes. The next move I make is so unlike me, I surprise myself. I raise my other hand and softly grip his jaw, turning his face to mine, and I kiss him gently. I go in a second time, this time more passionately.
We continue making out for a little while before eventually passing out.
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When morning arrives, Frank and I are shaken awake by a young child by the name of Frances Bean.
" Well, what happened here? Two camp counsellors, asleep together in the woods? Looks like Billie owes me five bucks. " she says.
I give Bean a confused look.
" I made a bet with Billie before I came to get you that I'd find you two asleep together in the woods. " she snickers.
After shooting her a playful glare, I look around, reminding myself of what happened last night. I'm sitting up against a tree and I see that Frank is still asleep in my lap. I bend down and whisper in Frank's ear for him to get up.
He wines, " Do I have to? "
" Yes, Frank, we have camp counsellor duties to fulfil. " I say and Frank pops right up.
" Ah crap, we fell asleep! " Frank blurts out.
" No, we had a trip to another dimension while high on shrooms. No duh, we fell asleep, " I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes, " Let's head back to camp. " I suggest, helping him up.
I take his hand guide him back to the campsite.
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Summer has ended and the kids are getting ready to go back home. Frank and I are packing up in our cabins too.
" Hey, Y/N, what do you plan on doing when you get home? " Frank, my boyfriend asks.
After just a few short weeks together, Frank and I quickly became an item. The kids all called it. We spent a few weeks awkwardly flirting until Frank finally grew the balls to ask me out.
" I don't know? Maybe take a nap? Why? " I reply with a shrug.
" Why don't you come over to my place? If you really need to, we can nap there. " he invites me.
I turn to him, I raising an eyebrow, and ask, " ' We '? "
" Then maybe I can take you out to dinner? " he shyly asks.
I grab my bag, walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek
On my way out the door, I say, " Sounds lovely. "
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FFN Phic Recs
I’ve been archiving some of my favourites on FFN and have come to suspect that we’ve forgotten our past, because buried among all that dubious self insert phic are some gems! I am happy to bring a few of them to you today, please enjoy this array of (mostly) lesser known poto fic from 2017 to 2005.
Uncertain Beginnings by UncommonNonsenseSEM
Christine and Erik try to awkwardly repair their relationship after the unmasking scene. A very touch starved Erik and a Christine who’s kind of flirting but also trying to figure out what on earth is going on inside his head. Short and sweet, E/C fluff!
Monstret Under Sängen by sarahandmarquis
Erik pretends to be the monster under the bed instead of the Angel of Music, and ends up befriending Christine! It could turn into E/C down the road but for now it’s mainly Erik watching over a tiny Christine and getting incredibly attached. And Christine is starting to have her suspicions about her Monstret and the Opera Ghost...
A True Gift by monarch27
Modern AU E/C, Christine gives Erik a Christmas present. One of the most poignant depictions of a modern Erik ever, as he overthinks everything and is trying very hard to remain collected, and an adorable Christine who is Handling this situation and just trying to do something nice for her weird music teacher. I love everything on this list but this one is probably my favourite out of all of them.
Radio Edit by madamequeso
A modern day adaptation of Leroux that’s scarily accurate. Christine is a radio intern who suddenly gets a big break out of nowhere, but she keeps vanishing and is talking about an Angel... There are so many conflicting feelings with the E/C in this and I think it’s one of the best fics for really capturing the complexity and depth of that relationship. WITH the novel’s R/C ending, but in the bittersweet and touching way Leroux did it.
My Dead Wife by BleedingHeartConservative
You know how Erik talks about Christine being his “living wife”? In some translations he goes “not like the dead ones” and this is a fantastic backstory delving into that. Non historical Persia in the vein of Kay, where Erik is given a wife as a gift. I read this whenever I want to be very sad.
Dreaming in Place of Reality by Smaug the Writing Dragon
Surprise, it’s a Cherik fic! Pre miniseries, Gerard pays a visit to his not-son on a completely regular non-birthday date and Erik muses about the nature of dreams. Why yes, he’s fully aware he’ll never have the chance to fall in love with a beautiful woman, but he can dream about taking walks with her in the sunlight and holding hands. It absolutely makes the series that much more painful so I highly recommend.
One Day in the Light by Quiet2885
Probably the most popular one on this list, as this author has received a lot of well deserved acclaim for their more recent works, but I really do think this fic deserves more love. Erik gets one day with a regular face and is determined to spend as much time as he can with Christine making the most out of every moment. An open E/C ending and a very intriguing concept, as I think we should see more of Erik with a normal face trying to adjust to the world.
Peaches by Broken-Vow
E/C family fluff! Modern AU Christine and Erik are married and weren’t expecting to have kids, but their daughter Mia comes along and they learn how to be parents together! Tracks their lives from Mia being born to her heading off to college. I said fluff but I lied, there’s also a fair bit of angst and this fic does not downplay the difficulties this family faces and needs to overcome, it’s very compelling and a fantastic read.
#phic recs#phic rec list#e/c#phanfiction#phantom of the opera#poto#please go comment on these fics and check out the other works by these authors#my goal is for them to get a bunch of emails with comments for these and be very confused#i will probably do another list like this#i read a lot of fic and ffnet is harder to search than ao3#so i'm happy to share the goods i find with yall!
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Hogwarts Legacy Appreciation Week - Day 6
Valid Males
This is my entry for the sixth day of @endlessly-cursed Hogwarts Legacy Appreciation Week.
Yesterday was all about the Legacy Ladies, today it's about the guys in our (Tumblr) lives. Let's have a look at the only one of my own and one of (way too many of) my favourite other male Legacy OCs!
Henry Lovecraft:
Oh Henry, my seemingly forgotten child. I know it always looks like Henry gets left behind Caro and Selene with one having a wonderful ship and the other just being way too much fun, but that's truly not the case.
His concept was so much fun to come up with, and originally he was supposed to be the brother of Edgar Allen Poe and source of all his dark stories. Alas, EAP was a too old for the Legacy kids so this didn't work out at all. I was ready to forget about him when @the-al-chemist came around (who else, really...) and suggested making him another horror author's brother. I can't even remember who of us came up with H. P. Lovecraft but as soon as it was said, it clicked inside my head and it was decided.
Henry is a quiet person living very much inside his own head. He's not too interested in romantic exploits and much more so in telling other people's love stories. He doesn't like people much and the only reason he gets dragged along by Selene (and Ethel, in consequence) is because she just wouldn't leave him alone once she had decided they were going to be friends.
I don't have much plans for him at Hogwarts (yet) and headcanons about him require loads of work since he is affiliated with a real historic person. But every time I start researching for Henry, I learn so many new things and that is honestly amazing.
He will have a role to play in the story about Selene's time in Egypt and in the third part of the Balance series, but which one that is I won't tell you just yet. All I can say is that I am really, really excited about getting to work with Henry properly 🥰
Oliver Gerard:
Oliver obviously belongs to da wifey @kc-and-co
We all love ourselves a good love story but no one loves them quite as much as the pumpkin pie that is Oliver Gerard.
Oli falls in love more often than the whole rest of Gryffindor House combined in the time between breakfast and lunch. Even though he gets turned down continuously (really, why??) he never loses his trust in finding his one true love, romance, and his soulmate.
His relentless pursuits of happiness - I make it sound as if that's something bad - is a source of constant entertainment for the Gryffindor clique (who are a joy in themselves but this is not about them), and yet he doesn't take their teasing badly.
He's incredibly warm and loving, always caring for the people he loves most. Seeing him interact with his eventual endgame - the wonderful Victoria @whatwouldvalerydo, - and most of all his brother Eliot is such a joy and never fails to warm me from the inside.
Thank you @kc-and-co for giving us Oli, who - if I remember correctly - was originally just meant to be there to upset Eliot, but showed us that if you only believe in yourself hard enough and don't lose faith, you will eventually find what you are looking for and become a fully fledged OC of your own. 💛💙
#hogwarts legacy#hphl#hogwarts legacy appreciation week#spread the love#henry lovecraft#oliver gerard
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