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mrghostrat · 6 months

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ok OK listen. here are my latest streamer au thoughts before i try to hop off for the day:

i love "married couple madly in love that no one realises are together because they're so different" but i am also terrible at fic planning for established relationships, and my favourite part about aziraphale/crowley is the lead up and the pining

so what if......... "streamers who no one realises are roommates because they're so different" AND "roommates who are secretly madly in love with each other but are so focused on keeping their own infatuation secret they don't notice it's reciprocated until thousands of online strangers start to point it out" ?????

fic concept: crowley and aziraphale are two full time streamers living together. they have their own spaces. but they mesh bizarrely well as roommates, and have come to really enjoy the routine of eating dinners, grocery shopping, and spending their days off together. there's still some distance between them, that shy sort of "i want to show him something– oh his door is closed, i better not bother him," invitations are actual invitations rather than "i'm doing this and you're coming with me," and they're not a CrowleyAndAziraphale unit yet.

both chats are going mad trying to figure out why crowley's roommate's voice is so familiar, and where they've seen that red hair in the corner of aziraphale's screen before. there's conspiracy theories and a subset of shippers (stoked by both crowley and aziraphale's occasional penchant to sigh and vent about a vague crush they haven't named, but is definitely their mysterious roommate if you watched every stream and collaborated on an elaborate google doc to connect all the dots together) but their mods are the only ones who know they live together. (and ship it. of course they know about the crushes and ship it to death and are just watching with popcorn waiting for these idiots to figure it out)

some people piece it together with all the off hand mentions and mid stream tea deliveries, and more start to believe them when crowley drags aziraphale to a twitchcon event and they're seen being friendly in photos together. they're also aware of people constantly asking and guessing about their illusive roommates, but when crowley finally pops up on an aziraphale stream, both streamers are startled at just how insanely their communities react to the innocuous reveal.

nothing changes for aziraphale and crowley. they were never intentionally hiding the fact, so they just continue referring to each other in their normal vague terms. but now when a new viewer is like "who's your roommate?" long time subs with the lore will fill them in. and it very quickly starts to sound like "crowley lives with aziraphale, that wholesome kitchen streamer. someone's made a clip comp, you should go watch. it's adorable they're so in love" and crowley sees these messages like what the FUCK are yall talking about in here on this day, and bans a message for the first time in six months.

aziraphale of course sees none of these messages because he's a fuckin luddite and can't keep up with chat.

or. maybe he's just choosing not to acknowledge them. because if chat can see he's in love with crowley, does that mean crowley can see it too? and that is just unacceptable and terrifying to him, so he smiles and quickly starts explaining how to saddle stitch a book spine even though literally nobody asked

(anathema, newt, and nina have worked their way through the flavoured popcorn seasonings anathema's aunt sent her for christmas, and are now experimenting with homemade seasoning recipes together) (if maggie knew about all this, she would have put her foot down and demanded they talk to aziraphale and crowley about having a conversation)

#ineffable streamers #good omens #listen someone asked me for a longfic and i want to provide it #streamer au could be PERFECT

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 6 months

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Chapter 9

Note: not the best I've written, I'm sorry, my head is just currently going in all directions so this is more a filler chapter! previous chapter here. (special thanks to my friend for letting me borrow her name for a fic again)

Warnings: 18+! fluff/suggestive.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You picked up your famous bass player boyfriend from the airport.

wordcount: 2,6k

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'No, please, don't… don't be like that.'

You anxiously waited at the airport, biting your nails on one hand while you nervously drummed with your free fingertips on the metal fence you leaned against. You perked up every time the arrivals door opened, but no sign of your bass player boyfriend and his bandmates yet. And you weren't the only one who was waiting for them to walk through those doors. To your surprise, dozens of fans had somehow figured out which plane the pretty boys took back home and what time they'd arrive and at which airport. And the fans had gathered at the same spot as you, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favourite band.

You had rolled your eyes when you saw them. How did people even find out about this stuff, you wondered. But soon you turned your back to them and kept your eyes on the arrival doors, and you lost yourself as you daydreamed about Sihtric. You couldn't wait to jump in his arms, kiss his lips, and hug him until the airport security would probably shove you two out. But you also had some thoughts there were less innocent, about how you wanted to collar and leash him again, only to then kiss and lick his body all over before you'd suck his co-

'Are you also waiting for the band?'

You were abruptly pulled from your spicy daydream and looked to your left to find a young woman looking at you with questioning eyes.

'Eh,' you said, not sure what to answer.

'Because I am too,' the woman said, 'but I'm alone, and, well, I thought maybe you are waiting too and since you're on your own too, maybe we could, you know, wait together?' she rambled on, 'I mean, if you're okay with that. The other fans there waiting,' she cocked her head towards the crowd, 'seem to be quite younger than me. It would make me feel awkward.'

'Oh,' you said, 'eh, y-yeah, I'm… sort of… waiting.'

'I knew it! Just because you look like the type who'd like their music, you know? I hope I didn't offend you, oh god. Oh! My name is Sandra, by the way,' she said and held her hand out.

'Oh, hi,' you chuckled awkwardly and introduced yourself.

'Have you met them before?' Sandra asked while she joined you by leaning on the fence.

'Eh, yeah,' you didn't lie, 'a few times. You?'

'That's so cool!' Sandra smiled, 'I haven't met them, only seen them perform several times. Osferth liked a comment of mine on instagram though!'

'Oh, no way!' you smiled, suddenly becoming a fan at heart again, instead of "Sihtric's (secret) girlfriend", 'that's so cool too! I only got noticed by Sihtric on insta, he liked and commented on my photo with him,' you blurted out, and immediately regretted your words.

'No way! He's my favourite!' Sandra gaped, 'man, I wish he would notice me. Hey, what's your insta? Can I follow you? You look a little familiar,' she then said, 'I think I've seen your photo with him maybe, I check his tagged photos sometimes. Anyway, your insta?'

'Eh,' you made an awkward face and scratched your head, 'well, it's, ehm-'

You were saved by the sudden loud screams of the teenage girls behind you, as the arrival doors opened and Uhtred walked out, along with some other oblivious passengers, and Osferth followed. Both men were dressed in sweatpants and comfy hoodies, while wearing expensive sunglasses.

'Oh my god,' Sandra whispered and grabbed your arm, 'there they are.'

Before you could say something, Sandra hesitantly walked up to the members, along with the other dozens of fans. Uhtred and Osferth were kind enough to stop for a few photos and signatures, but you brought your eyes back to the doors when they opened again. And then you saw Finan, who spotted you and grinned.

'Sihtric's on his way,' Finan said as he passed you, then winked, 'he had to take care of something.'

You gave him a confused look, but he disappeared into the crowd before you could blink. And when you heard the doors open again, you saw Sihtric; you favourite Seven Kings member, your crush, your boyfriend, your pet. And while you had daydreamed of running up to him and jumping in his arms, you were suddenly overwhelmed by a strange feeling of being intimidated by his appearance mixed with a hint of shyness, as if you didn't know him personally. You were nailed to the ground when you saw him again, after being apart for a week.

He was dressed in his regular skinny jeans, with untied leather boots underneath, and a comfortable looking black hoodie. His hair was unbraided, loose and messy, just the way you liked it, and he carried a black Hello Kitty travelbag on his shoulder. A cheeky smile appeared on his face when he saw you, then took off his shades and dropped his travel bag before he ran over to you. The fans who had spotted him were completely in shock when they saw him approach them at full speed, and were left confused when they noticed he didn't run to them, but past them. And then many of them were disappointed and heartbroken when they heard him yell, 'My baby!' and watched how he picked up some seemingly random girl in his arms, spun her around, put her feet back on the ground again, only to grab her face and stick his tongue down her throat.

'Who the fuck is that?' one fan whispered to another.

'No idea? The girl he was talking about in his insta story, maybe?' the other fan answered.

'Holy shit,' Sandra laughed next to them, as she noticed that the girl was you.

'Fuck,' Sihtric breathed when he finally broke that kiss at the airport, for everyone to see, 'I missed you so much,' he said and pecked your face all over, 'I missed you so fucking much, baby.'

'I…,' you were silenced with another quick kiss, 'missed,' and another, 'Christ, you too, Sihtric,' you laughed when he finally stopped kissing you, which took all his strength.

'You come with me next time,' he said while he pushed you up against the fence you were leaning on only minutes ago, 'I swear it, I'm not travelling without you anymore-'

'Sihtric, there's a bunch of fans-'

'I don't care,' he sighed and didn't give you another chance to speak, as his lips found yours again.

He pushed his strong, trained body against yours while he kissed you eagerly, trapping you lovingly while one hand was settled on your cheek, and his other on your waist. And then you finally gave in to your longing too. You moved your hands up his neck and gripped tightly onto his dark hair.

'My kitten,' you smiled against his lips when you both needed some air.

'Yours,' Sihtric whined softly, his fingers desperately pulling at your sleeveless jacket, 'please,' he begged with a whisper, 'I need you, please.'

'Please?' you chuckled and curled your fingers around the neck of his hoodie, keeping him close, 'what do you need from me, pretty boy?'

'Hm, no, please,' Sihtric hummed, and spoke with a desperate whisper, 'don't tease me. You know what I need from you.'

'And you know we agreed you would use your words,' you teased, 'did we not, kitten?'

He buried his face in your neck and smiled while wrapping his arms around you.

'I need you to collar and leash me,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, 'and drag me through the apartment,' he chuckled, 'and do whatever you like with me,' his teeth grazed your ear and he exhaled sharply, 'until you command me to fuck you.'

After Sihtric had kissed you uncountable times, you finally convinced him to go and meet some of the fans who had been waiting for him. Sihtric asked if you'd go with him, but you told him no. You stayed back as you had no business interfering in a fan's moment, and you knew it would draw even more attention. Before Sihtric left you had agreed to gradually start showing each other off more on social media, which you knew was going to affect your private life, so you lied if you said you weren't a little anxious. And for him to be so openly affectionate at the airport with you had caught you by surprise, but you'd also lie if you said you didn't like it.

You watched your dressed-in-black-but-obsessed-with-Hello-Kitty-boyfriend as he took some photos with fans and signed some merch. You couldn't stop yourself from taking a photo of him as he interacted with the younger girls and you shared it on your insta. Then suddenly Sandra came up to you again, and she grinned.

'You're the girl he was talking about in his story, huh?'

'Eh, yeah,' you chuckled and felt your cheeks heat up, 'guilty.'

'I love that for you, honestly,' she said, 'he looks so happy. Much happier than I've ever seen him before.'

You tried to fight a proud smile, in which you failed miserably when Sihtric suddenly looked up at you and smiled widely, before he brought his attention back to the fans in front of him. Sandra, who was about to become your new friend, rambled on about the guys and eventually asked for your instagram again. As she already figured out your secret, you gave it to her and you promised to stay in touch just when Sihtric managed to escape the dozens of fans and made his way back to you. Your new friend was quick to wish you a good day and left, not wanting to make things weird, and you patiently waited for Sihtric as he approached you. He picked up his travelbag and took your hand, then walked you out of the airport.

'What took you so long by the way?' you asked as you walked to your car, 'to walk through the arrivals door? Were you the last one to collect your bag or…?'

Sihtric shrugged, wrapped his arm around your neck and kissed your temple.

You frowned. 'Finan said you had to take care of something?'

'Yeah, I just had to check something,' he said, being more vague than you liked.

'Check what?'

'You'll see,' he grinned.

The drive back from the airport to Sihtric's apartment was a torment. You had missed your bass player boyfriend as much as he had missed you, but you couldn't focus on him as you were driving. And Sihtric liked to taunt, so he kept leaning over to your side and left soft, slow and wet kisses on your neck. You gripped the steering wheel hard as he kept teasing you, grazing your skin with his teeth and hearing his soft chuckles in your ear.

'Missed you,' he whispered.

'I missed you too,' you tried to focus on the road.

'I got off at the thought of you every morning and every night,' he confessed, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

You kept your eyes locked on the car in front of you, avoiding Sihtric's piercing gaze while you tried to not get affected by his words and touch.

'You're cute when you're all nervous,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your cheek once more before he sat back in his seat.

He was right about the fact that you were still nervous around him. But then you remembered how submissive he is in private, which is a huge contrast to his personality outside of the bedroom, and you figured he needed to be reminded who was actually in charge; you.

'I think,' you cleared your throat, 'that you should really watch your behaviour… kitten.'

'Or what?' he tried.

'Or I'll have to put you in your place,' you smiled, 'and punish you.'

'You know I like that,' Sihtric mumbled.

'I do,' you agreed, 'so that means your punishment would be that I won't collar and leash you when we're home-'

'What?' Sihtric snapped his head towards you.

'And that I won't yank your leash to make you pay attention-'

'No, no, no,' Sihtric said and panicked, 'I didn't mean it!'

'And that means I definitely won't spank you either.'

'No!' Sihtric whined, 'come on, I was only joking!'

You grinned. 'You asked for it.'

'No, please, don't… don't be like that.'

'You wanted to be punished,' you shrugged, 'there is your punishment, love.'

Sihtric stared at you with his jaw dropped, then scoffed and sat back again, looking at the road.

'Fine,' he huffed.

As soon as you arrived at Sihtric's place, he jumped in the shower. About 10 minutes later he came out of his bathroom, shirtless and wearing black sweatpants. His hair was damp and tied back into a bun, and he grinned when you stared at him from across the room.

'What the fuck are those?' you asked with big eyes.

'Surprise,' he chuckled, 'you like them?'

'I…' you blinked rapidly, 'when did you…'

'I got them the first day of my trip,' Sihtric smiled proudly, 'the reason it took me longer at the airport was because I had to stop by the toilets real quick to check if they weren't bleeding or anything, as they're still healing.'

You let out a laugh and just stared at your boyfriend, who was proudly showing off his two pierced nipples. You opened your mouth to speak but had no idea what to even say.

'You… you don't like it?' Sihtric then asked.

'No, I- I do,' you felt your cheeks heat up as he came closer, 'I just… you caught me by surprise is all,' you chuckled.

'Good,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'because I got them for you,' he winked.

'For me?' you asked while Sihtric pulled you in his lap, 'why?'

'I don't know,' he shrugged, 'just thought you'd like them.'

'Well,' you stared at his nipples, 'you thought right. Should be fun to lick your nipples when they're healed, huh?'

Sihtric chuckled but also clearly moaned under his breath at the thought of your tongue playing with his piercings, once they were healed up of course.

'Well, since you got those for me,' you said, 'it's only fair if I give you something in return now.'

You got up and grabbed a small, black box out of your backpack while Sihtric followed you with curious eyes.

'I hope you like it,' you smiled a little shyly and handed him the box.

Sihtric looked excited like a kid on his birthday, and he quickly opened your gift. He chuckled and then bit down on his lip as he hummed softly. He looked at the black choker in his hands, which was decorated with metal spikes, a few pink stars, and in the middle there was a small Hello Kitty head.

'You… I got it for you to wear on stage,' you quickly explained, 'not in the bedroom. Unless you want to, but, I mean… you already have a-'

'I will wear it on stage,' Sihtric interrupted you, smiling, 'it's really fucking cool,' he grinned, 'besides, I wouldn't want to wear this in the bedroom anyway, the spikes are too sharp. I'd be terrified to hurt you by accident.' He looked up at you, 'but I love it. Thank you, babe,' he smiled and cupped your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

'Glad you like it, my love,' you said, then grinned, 'but we're still not getting freaky tonight.'

'Oh, come on!' Sihtric groaned.

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ameliawarnerr · 9 months

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The Bet (2)

Jake x MC

Read part 1 here.

I stare down at the drink in my hand, standing by the little bar setup Dan had whined for. I watch the cake as I spin the liquid in the glass around. Cleo has done an exceptional job at baking the cake for Hannah and Thomas' wedding. Each one of us volunteered to take care of at least one thing. I look around at the forest theme in which everything is arranged in. It all screams MC.

Everyone has arranged a thing or two but I haven't. My part begins at midnight.

Jessica walks over to me. She places her palms on the counter. “One vodka.” she says to the bartender, who stares a little too long at her. She doesn't seem to notice it as she turns around facing me. “Why are you drinking? It hasn't even started yet.”

Guests haven't arrived yet. Only close family and friends are here, running a final check over everything. “I’d tell you my reason if you tell me yours.” I offer.

She sighs, audibly. “I gave a list to the DJ. It has all our favourites. And guess what? He lost it.”

“You don't remember the list?”

“Not precisely. I have a photo of it on my phone. I’ve sent Dan to pick it for me.”

The bartender offers her a glass of vodka. “Thank you,” she says. This time she notices his gaze which has turned creepy. “What are you staring at?”

He doesn't falter. “Am I staring?”

“Yes, you are.” She says, accusingly.

“Why, you think you are not worth staring at or what?” He laughs a little, looks at me. He expects me to laugh at his stupid joke.

I glare at him and so does Jessica. He looks away from both of us. “Why don't you vanish and send some other guy here for the night,” I look down at his name tag, “Joshua?”

His head snaps at me. “What? Oh come on, so you didn't like the joke, big deal.”

“That joke just described you.” I was leaning sideways on the counter but I turned to face him as I saw Dan coming out of the house. “You know what would be a big deal? That guy,” I point at Dan, “Beating you till you are bruised like your jokes.”

He glances between Dan and me. “Fine.” He leaves with an exasperated look.

Jessica faces me. “Thank you, I seriously did not have energy for that now.”

“Thank Dan.” I say before taking a sip from my glass.

She glances at him. “I know. It's so fun to scare people with his built when we know he's all talk.” She averts her eyes. “So what caused you to drink?”

The realisation that I am going to have a tough night and I need to warm up for that. I open my mouth to answer but it closes again at the sight of MC walking down the stairs. I haven't seen her for one and a half hours after we made that bet. I thought she only wanted to punish me by not coming down with me or coming down here at all.

But now I see where all that time has been spent. Her hair and makeup are almost the same as before, but she has completely transferred her dress. It's the same dress but cut low, the hem grazing her thighs, and it fits better than it did before. She intends to defeat me and I think she just might. I don't know how I am supposed to look at other girls when she’s walking around.

Jessica follows my gaze. “Oh, I see. Love quarrels.” She comments.

“No. Not really. We have a bet going on.”

I hear Jessica saying, “What bet?” as I am walking over to MC.

“Later.” I say back.

I dig out my phone as I walk towards her. My head is turned low, towards the screen. I intend to walk past her. If this bet has given rise to another game of ignoring each other, then I am not going to lose. I see her feet mere inches away from mine but I don't look at her.

She takes a step in front of me, placing a palm to my chest.

“Sorry, didn't see you there.” I say.

She tilts her neck. “Oh? Then, care to explain why Jessy is looking at us as if we are going to tear each other's clothes off.”

“Are we?” I tilt my neck.

“Not yet. And maybe not at all if you lose.”

“Oh so the stakes are decided now.”

“They are, Donfort. Scared?”

I wrap my hand on her wrist, removing her hand from my chest as it was too close to my heart and she'll notice the crazy rate it was beating at. I lean it towards her ear. “But isn't it so unfair? Because if I win, you’re not losing anything.”

“Alright. If you win, your words are my command.”

Strenuous night this will be.

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lyralit · 2 years

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hii! im sorry if you've already got this ask but i was wondering if you could give some friends with mutual feelings prompts? mxf would be fine. thank youu!! ❤️

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ*

*you can swap out the genders how you like <3

"you look pretty. like, really pretty." "do you think so?"

hugs that last a little too long

"stop staring." "I'm not staring." "well...I mean, look at them!"

"how did you remember?" "how could I forget?"

"wait...you're not dating?" "since when have we been dating?" "so you're not?" "how long has this thought been running through your mind?" "who else thinks we're dating?" "...everyone?"

"I love you." "What?" "I—" "Me too."

not needing to say words to communicate

sharing absolutely everything

a whole language via eye rolls and sighs

"I didn't think they were that pretty before..."

THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION

a falls first but b falls harder

"for how long?" "forever..."

"don't ** LIE to me, I know you. I..."

"you don't look surprised." "it was easy to tell. now go tell them."

"stay...just for the night."

"dance with me!" "no." "please?" "he won't give in to anyone. trust me--I've tried." "come on." "fine..one dance." "??"

"that's adorable." "I sneezed." "I know."

"come on, it was a joke!" "not to me? did you even stop to think how I felt?" "every day."

"do you trust me?" "hell no." "more than anything." "..." "what? if we're going to die, I thought I should go for the truth."

looking at each other at the same time

"this made me think of you."

"flowers? it's not even my birthday." "it should be every day, after the way they treated you."

"come on, it's spin the bottle! you've got to kiss." "are you okay with this?" "...okay. okay. let's kiss." "I know they definitely won't mind."

"you love me?" "I...yes, yes, I do." "good. me too. love you, I mean."

"they really like you. you'll be good together, I know it." "I...I actually have someone in mind right now." "oh. okay. I'll tell them." "you."

"you make me feel seen."

*pulling them outside at 2 a.m. to make snow angels in the first fall of snow* [bonus: commenting on how they glistened as it fell]

"look how great the person in this photo is." "that's me."

"you look tired." "wow, thanks." "I made you your favourite."

"don't cry."

"you like them. you like them!" "I like them. I love them." "then why are you letting them leave!? go!"

"you haven't stopped smiling all day." "that's because I'm with you." "screw you." "it's true! it's true! come back—"

"I like you. like, like like you." "finally."

"I like you, too. but I'm not ready yet." "then I'll be here when you will be."

"give me a chance to prove myself and I will, I promise."

#friends with feelings #writerblr #lyralit #creative writing #writblr #writers #writers block #writing #writing ideas #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt #story prompt #writing inspiration #short prompt #lovely person <3 #more than friends

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tackytigerfic · 2 years

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First Line Game

I was just thinking that I haven't seen one of these floating about in a while, so decided to start one. These are the general rules but I think people should play fast and loose with this - take part however you want and please tag me, as the last time we did this as a fandom, I found loads of brilliant fics to read and was reminded of many more I had already read! Here are mine: all Drarry except one Dron.

List the first lines of your last 10 stories (if you have fewer than 10, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 people!

Howl (M, 9k, werewolf Drarry): Draco woke up on a Friday morning in a field hospital in Grasmere, without a single memory of how he had got there.

Take the Moon (M, 15k, dad Draco, stepdad Harry, also werewolf Harry lmao): “I’ll do it, of course I’ll fucking do it,” Draco was saying, which didn’t make any sense, because he was supposed to be at work; maybe Harry was hallucinating him.

The Edge of Something (M, 1.5k, ghost sex which was basically the very reason i wrote the fic): “Well, the good news is that I’m not dead,” Malfoy said, the voice so very much his that it brought Harry out of bed and to his knees.

Far Side (M, 1k, werewolf Harry yet again and also good dad Draco yet again, what can i say i'm in a loop): Harry has a photo on his desk; he says it’s his favourite.

Snow on Snow (T, 1.1k, fake dating turned into safe house shenanigans): On the first night in the safe house, Harry was woken every hour by church bells.

Dreaming Skies (Dron, E, 20k, dragon tamer Ron and Draco who has nowhere else to go): Everything tasted better after working so hard all day that your palms bled.

Countdown to a Life (E, 3.5k, little moments in the first year of their relationship): Night-time, all the lights of London laid out in front of them from the balcony of Dean Thomas’s mum’s flat, the week before Christmas.

A Little Death Never Hurt Anyone (E, 4.2k, Master of Death Harry who is going through the Veil to try to raise the dead to help him defeat Voldemort): Draco was the only one awake when Harry got back.

Relic Radiation (M, 1k, Draco goes into space): “At least he waited until now. For Scorp's sake, I mean.”

Mortal Frame (M, 6.6k, Bellatrix left a Horcrux and Draco and Harry must track it down): The pub is called the Red Lion, and Harry thinks Draco might have chosen it on purpose, just for the name.

Hmm, I will admit that I don't think any of these are absolute bangers if I'm honest. Howl was supposed to start with "Something was burning" which I loved, but I had to switch things around so that's now further on in the fic. That said, I think my writing is better now than it used to be, even if the first lines don't necessarily reflect that. I have no patterns, clearly, though I was surprised to see myself starting with dialogue in quite a few of those, as I don't usually think of myself as a good dialogue writer.

My favourite of these is probably Countdown - I'm weak for a long run-on stream-of-consciousness sentence. Or maybe Edge as that would make me as a reader want to know what is happening (why might Draco have been dead??), or Snow because that gives a nice bit of set-up without feeling too heavy.

I did also cheat as the line from Dreaming Skies isn't the first line of the fic, it's the first line of the bit I wrote - @sweet-s0rr0w no doubt did start with a banger but it didn't feel right to nab that as my own.

I would really love to read everyone's so do please tag me if you do it!

#drarry #drarry fic #first line game

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mallory-x · 4 months

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Gaulcienne my beloved! What do you have cooking for them? Also super curious about the time bomb challenge one, if you want to answer that instead! Thank you!!!

I've already answered the Gaulcienne ask (here if anyone missed it), so here's the time bomb challenge wip!

So, this one is based on an actual subreddit (r/timebombchallenge) where people post clues for strangers to find everything from naked pictures of themselves to a chance to have sex. Basically Hob (u/hunter-hob) is going to end up racing another user (u/-the-magus-) to crack the clues to get the chance to enact Dream’s (u/hunted-dream) rape fantasy. It might be a bit dark for some people but it’s entirely consensual and exactly what Dream wants.

My inspo for the pics that Dream posted in his first challenge is from @awalkonthewildside who is absolutely gorgeous and my headcanon for Dream in lingerie.

Since I’ve only written 1k of initial setup with a fair bit of exposition explaining how it works, you may as well have the lot (and since it's a wip, it's still got at least one 'XXXXX' where I haven't found the right word yet):

Hob settles onto the sofa and opens his laptop, his favourite subreddit loading automatically. To most people he’s a respectable member of the local community, someone trustworthy and reliable, someone they could turn to if they felt bullied or harassed on campus, so he carefully keeps his online persona well hidden. He spends a lot of his time outside his studies on various kink forums, most of them dealing with real-world consequences that most kinksters would shy away from.

One of his favourites is on his screen right now. The subreddit r/timebombchallenge, where users risk having their naked photos and explicit videos found by hunters like Hob, either physical flash drives to be located after a real world treasure hunt, or an online drive to be unlocked if the hunter can unravel a series of clues. Or, for those who need even more risky behaviours – some users promise to submit to a physical punishment for losing the challenge.

Hob’s eyes light up when he recognises the username at the top of the screen. He knows exactly what user u/hunted-dream looks like, can still picture the slow, sensual striptease he’d unlocked from his first time bomb challenge. u/hunted-dream had slipped open a black chiffon robe, revealing smooth, pale, unblemished skin, decorated with delicate jade green lingerie and elegant stockings. He’d stroked long, clever fingers over himself, teasing at the edges of the barely-there garments, before turning and snapping the garter straps against his lean arse. There had been more photographs too, all artfully shot, as u/hunted-dream bent and stretched and posed, teasing Hob with his lithe body and XXXXX bendiness. One of Hob’s favourites had been a frontal shot, revealing u/hunted-dream’s soft cock and hairless balls encased in a lace bodysuit. The man was clearly intelligent too – one of the most challenging puzzles Hob had seen on the subreddit yet, and one that had actually had him having to research online to complete at least one of them.

Hob scans the title on the latest post - [27M] [Red] [Hybrid] (online/mobile/ticket)

The title is unusual. Age and gender, obviously. Red means that this time, real, actual, life-ruining information is up for grabs. Full-on blackmail material, the kind that could destroy careers and relationships. u/hunted-dream is definitely escalating since his previous sharing of ‘green’ rated tasteful nudes and arty videos. The part that most catches Hob’s attention though, is the categorisation of the type of hunt on offer. ‘Online’ was usually just a series of shortened weblinks to decipher, resulting in a link to a private photo cache to download. ‘Mobile’ meant that it was a physical hunt, with a flash drive of pictures and information being carried around on the user’s person. In this case, Hob guesses that he’ll have to follow online clues to work out u/hunted-dream’s physical location to challenge him for the drive. The part that has him leaning forward in anticipation though, is the word ‘ticket’. That’s where things are going to get really interesting. A ticket was a different kind of reward. An extra level of control that the hunter can win. Most likely, it’s going to be an offer of sex. Hob clicks the post and reads on.

Hello, r/timebombchallenge.

I hope you enjoyed my first challenge. Only two of you made it through my maze of puzzles – I wonder if more of you will make it if the stakes are somewhat higher?

This time, as well as the online clues, you’ll need to come and find me, if you can. Once you’ve caught me, you get to claim your prize. For most of you, that would be the flash drive containing my ID, my employment details, and my family’s contact information, as well as a series of explicit videos showing my full face as well as using a series of toys that will leave no one in doubt of my proclivities. For some of you, those braver and more honest about your desires than the rest – maybe you’ll get to make your dreams come true.

The rest of the message… the rest of the message is in Greek. Because of course it is! Of course this fucker who’d had him researching Latin poetry to access photos that barely counted as soft-core porn expects him to be able to read Greek for this next challenge. Hob grins and shakes his head as he copies and pastes the rest of the text into Google Translate. He has the whole weekend free, and he’s more than willing to travel if it means getting his hands on that cocktease of a twink. He hits enter on the webpage, only to find that apparently u/hunted-dream has posted half a page of absolute gibberish.

Can’t be that easy, can it Hobsie?, he asks himself as he pastes the text into another document. If he’s honest, the pictures are only half of the appeal of this particular user. He’s always been attracted to intelligence and humour over just looks, and that this guy shares his kinks as well? This is the most fun Hob’s had in ages. u/hunted-dream is an arrogant brat by the tone of his messages across the whole of reddit, and Hob’s just itching to truly put him in his place.

o0O0o

Three hours later and Hob’s only cracked the first two parts of the code. The Greek text had turned out to be transliterated Latin, a section from Ovid’s Metamorphoses of all things. Hob’s Latin is rusty, but once he knew what he was looking at he’d managed to get the first weblink, which teased him with another arty nude photograph and this time, a series of numbers. Hob had groaned at that – as a PhD candidate in early modern history, he was at least familiar with Ovid who’d still been influential at that time, but anything with numbers or a hint of mathematics always threatened to bring him out in hives. Fortunately, it wasn’t a mathematical code but a cipher hiding a passage from Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus.

#wip ask game #nsft #cw rape fantasy #cw rape #dreamling #dream of the endless #morpheus #hob gadling #the sandman #mallory's miscellany

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aphantpoet · 7 months

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In the ATLA fandom there's been a lot of discussion about the new Azula Comic. personally, I haven't read it yet but I was inspired by some of the interpretations I've seen about the characters, interpretations that I believe to be in bad faith. That is not to say that there aren't criticisms you can have about Azula's actions but it is to say that the fandom often focuses on the wrong things in regards to her character. many of these interpretations paint her as bad not because of what she did but because she was angry and mean. So, in dishonour of this criticism I've compiled a list of girl characters that I think would get the same criticism if their shows of movies came out today.

General Leia Organa (Star Wars, OT): Princess Leia was fierce and not afraid to sass back, she was capable and, in some ways, ruthless. She was willing to let Han and Luke be gentlemen and open the door to her cell but she was an active participant in her rescue. If the OT came out to day I have no doubts that her comments like "Someone as to save out skins" and "I don't know where you get your delusions laser brain" would be whines about insistently by Toxic fan boys. Considering the amount of misogyny in the Star Wars fandom and the reaction to little Leia in Kenobi, this one's basically a freebie.

Brandy Silvers (Detentionaire): For a synopsis on the series just look at any of my posts under the Detentionaire tag. Brandy Silvers starts off as a comedic annoyance of a character. She claims lee Ping as her boyfriend after his newfound popularity. She's obsessed with status and materialistic. Despite this, Brandy is capable and attentive; being help on a few missions and remembering Lee Pings favourite dessert. Her character gets better after they "break up" , she gets together with his friend Cam and chooses not to break up with him after he's ousted from his presidency, her hidden vulnerabilities are shown and she becomes a pretty good person. Still, I think the kinds of fans I'm taking about here wouldn't care about those facts and would only focus on season 1 Brandy, who can be a mean girl and a drag as a character.

Sue Ping (Detentionaire): Lee Ping's scary and sweet mother. Sue Ping is a capable and mercurial. despite how harsh she can be with her son she genuinely loves him, this is seen in in moments like when she gives lee one night off from his year of grounding so he can go to the fair and where she gets into a clog gun fight with the new principal who was using a sweatshop as a detention. Once again. I do not think the kinds of people I'm critiquing would care about that nuance and would only focus on how she is loud and harsh with her son, like when heis sabotaged by a classmate with a pen that fades and it causes him to fail a math test.

Tina Kwee (Detentionaire):Tina Kwee is Lee Pings capable and idealistic love interest. When her little sister claims the fall for the big prank Kwee is quick to suspect that lee put her up to it and is very angry with him, she searches to prove her baby sister's innocence and is rude to Lee in the process. Tina is capable and not unwilling to ask hard questions. She gets mad at lee when he puts hi s foot in his mouth on several occasions but she's ultimately vital to stopping the conspiracy.

Angelina Demartinez (Detentionaire):Cam, lee's best friends, bratty little sister, Angelina is initially presented as a terror. Angelina has only three apperances; A background mention in the after math of one of her pranks, a photo of her punching her brother after he gets her a backpack and an actual episode. In the episode she is initially confirmed to be bratty and easily bored, she goads her older brother to watch a horror movie while he is babysitting her. Though the siblings to bond a little bit after after the horror becomes a reality. This one is also a freebie; fandom misogyny+ a kid acting like a kid.

Princess Ursa; Lets face it, looking at Ursa in the comics, if she wasn't Zuko's idealised mother she would be lambasted. Azula is basically a dark version of her mother. The only real difference is that Ursas parents were free to tell her that hitting people's not okay while Azula's weren't and didn't want to. My sympathies to Ursa for her abusive situation but, if she wasn't shown as Zuko's soft mother, she would be basically forgotten at best.

#star wars #detentionaire #fandom misoginy #yes I did just compare Azula to Leia Organa #I'm not wrong #Azula is basically Leia if she was on the empire's side #Leia Organa #atla azula #Tina Kwee #Sue Ping #Brandy Silvers #Princess Ursa

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batfamfucker · 2 years

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hello do yoy write headcanins for damian wayne?

Haven't yet but I would very much like to, so here. To calify some of these come from different posts I've seen on Tumblr and I can't remember who made them so I do not take credit for some of these. I will put a * next to the ones I did not come up if anyone knows who did or can find the post, feel free to link it in the comments. If the * is half way through it's because the headcanon came from someone else but then I also had my own addictions to then. Anything after the * for these will be my own headcanons.

Damian's eyes used to be brown but during training with the League as a child he was likely killed multiple times. His eyes became green due to the Lazurus Pit and that Batfam only find this out when looking at baby pictures of him. *

It took a while but when he finally settled into the family, he slowly started to accept it's okay to be a kid and let his guard down about 'not wanting to be seen as a child'. Starts to actually have a proper childhood. Only feels comfortable and safe enough to act his age around his family and people he's close with, though. Will only listen to Bruce, Alfred, and his older siblings (Plus Diana and Clark) when being told he can't do something because of age, like a particularly dangerous mission. This also applies to being told needs, like needing to go to bed early or do homework.

He has Martha Wayne's nose. No one could pinpoint whose nose he had until Alfred was cleaning up and found an old photo album, looked through it, and connected the dots. * Alfred immediately ran to tell Bruce, who almost cried because he's so used to everyone expecting Waynes to look like Thomas that he was over the moon for there to also be traits of his mother. Bruce was very greatful to say the least.

Has Autism and struggles with sensory issues. Owns noise cancelling headphones. Has a pair he wears in public that are a sleek black but at home he has a pair of those cat ones with the ears. One of his favourite things to do when he's burnt out is to wear them and listen to ASMR of cats purring whilst having Alfred The Cat in his lap so he can stroke his fur. Good stims.

Is great at masking but it leads to a lot of burnout.

Has non verbal days. Struggled with it a lot at first because he was punished for not answering during his days with the League so he had a lot of anxiety about not being accepted or even hurt. Bruce and Dick were very gentle and reassured him it was okay. It was a slow process but they managed to get there. Cass helped to teach him sign language. He tends to hang around her on these days because it brings him comfort to know it's not just him.

Bruce spoke to doctors and such about diagnosing Damian the minute he started noticing the signs. Being neurodivergent himself (I think Bruce has ADHD and perhaps Autism too) and having multiple children who are also neurodivergent, it didn't take long. You start to be quite good at it.

Bruce also had Damian start having therapy sessions with their family therapist when Damian began settling in. (They 100% have one and you can't tell me otherwise. Bruce himself wouldn't have gotten help at first in the early days but I refuse to believe he's just gonna let his kids sit there with obvious C-PTSD and not do anything. It started years ago when Bruce tracked down reputable therapists and observed them for a while, probably months, before approving that they were trustworthy of knowing secret identities based on their character. He hired them for the League and wider hero community, but also he hired one specifically for his family. He had sessions with Jason when they were finally able to start reconciling which helped the process greatly. He's had sessions with all of his kids. I may make another post about this tbh. He also had multiple sessions with each of his children when he came back from 'death'.) It took a little convincing and at first Damian was essentially wasting his sessions and not being too cooperative, but after some time he started to actually open up. He actually felt relief and it was one of the main things that led him to accepting his Autism diagnosis and processing his trauma and the abuse he experienced. It encouraged him to embrace the freedom he finally had to have a real childhood and actually get to be a kid.

Doesn't always show it but actually feels emotions very deeply and is incredibly empathetic. My dude literally became a vegetarian because he was upset when he realised how awful farm animals were being treated. It's very obvious he cares deeply about others and I find it strange when people think he doesn't. He's Robin for a reason. This boy searched Gotham's sewers for a few of Martha's missing pearls to gift to Bruce. Damian has a heart of gold, it was just damaged for a long time so he didn't know how to treat people at first. In his early days in the family, he was horrible simply because he was raised that way. That's how he had been treated and therefore learned that's how he should treat others. It wasn't until he had the influence of the wider world and was actually treated with love by his family that he was able to unlearn those behaviours and explore that part of him that did want to help others and be kind, to explore his empathy.

Diana will take Damian out to vegetarian restaurants she loves. *

Jason cooks/bakes with Alfred and they always make sure to cook/bake a vegan version of whatever they're making for Damian. Jason also likes to test out new vegan recipes on Damian.

Jason and Alfred also make a list about what foods give Damian sensory issues/What textures Damian doesn't like.

Damian also sometimes likes to cook/bake with them.

After the Pride and Prejudice book borrow event (Which is canon in my mind), Jason reorganised a small corner of his personal library in the Manor and moved his books to replace them with books Damian loves, as well as books he's read that he thinks Dami will like. Made the nook as comfortable for Damian as possible and everything there is designed with some of Damian's favourite textures and such. Like a soft faux fur rug, a really comfy chair and blanket. It's got stim toys and even a hidden mini fridge behind a panel in the book case full of water and snacks. It's so if he's hyperfixating on a good book, he can stay hydrated and stuff. Jason acts tough but is a good brother. Will spoil his siblings and make sure they have everything because he knows what it's like to have nothing.

Gay and (I'm ignoring all the time stuff and pretending him and Jon got to grow up together properly) realises when he begins to crush on Jon. In denial at first but learns to accept it because of his family (Who are 100% all queer in some way). Childhood friends to lovers.

Plays the violin and also learns piano.

Amazing artist. Bruce turns one of the guest rooms into an art studio for Damian. It's fully Damian's space and he's allowed to draw on/paint on the walls, ceilings, etc, not just the canvases. (Sidenote: I headcanon that Bruce tries to give each of his kids their own hobby room. Jason has his library, which is canon, Cass has a dance studio, Dick has one full of circus equipment and obstacles, Tim has a photography studio/gaming room, etc).

Minecraft Mondays with Tim. * Eventually all the other kids also join too and they 'force' Bruce and Alfred to play (Bruce was hoping they'd ask because he loves finding ways to spend time with them and is just happy to be there. Glad that all his kids have something in common that they love and do together. Alfred was just intrigued by it). Surprisingly Bruce is great at the game and will go get the resources so his kids can build. Will kill mobs for them all, expecially for those that are lowkey scared of them (Dick and Jason, who won't admit it). Alfred is a master builder and just disappeared somewhere on the sever. Eventually they find what he was up to and discover he built a whole kingdom by himself. He's also great at speed running the game and got to The End within the first three hours of playing. Dick is terrible at the game. Is the one that will be like 'This is fine. I'm fine' and all you see in the group chat is 'MyNameWasn'tAllowed fell from a high place', 'MyNameWasn'tAllowed tried to swim in lava', 'MyNameWasn'tAllowed was killed by a silverfish'. Babs is the redstone expert. Tim is the sever modder that finds the best mods that will work on servers and installs them for everyone. Also dabbles in redstone. Cass plays the same way Alfred does and will just dissappear, she's also a master. She likes to collect flowers and decorate the area they built. Steph is the server prankster. Duke and Damian tend to do duo quests and adventures together. Jason is the sever food producer and uses it to play farming simulator essentially. Screamed when he was jumpscared by a Creeper that blew up his wheat patch. Cass and Duke helped him rebuild out of sympathy whilst Steph typed out a laughing emoji on a sign and left if in his house. Bruce patrolls near Jason and Dick the most.

Regularly plays chess with Bruce, Alfred, Tim, and Jason. Gives lessons to Duke.

Slips into Arabic when angry and/or overwhelmed. Also when he's sleepy. There's been times where Bruce has carried him to bed and Damian has softly mumbled stuff to him in Arabic. It's usually sweet stuff he only says when he's tired. Like an 'I love you' of some kind.

Sometimes after a long patrol he doesn't really have to speak and will just reach his arms out and Bruce will pick him up to carry him to bed. If Damian's not already asleep by the time they get there, he'll stroke his hair and trace a finger down from his brow line to the tip of his nose. He's done this with all of his children.

Regularly reads bedtime stories to his pets.

Has nightmares quite often and so was hesitant to have sleepovers with Jon at first because he didn't want to be vulnerable or for Jon to see him overwhelmed and emotional if he had one. Later into their friendship he actually speaks to Jon about it and they finally have a sleepover, and then many more. He did have nightmares during some of them but Jon quickly learned how to deal with them and help Damian relax. In time, Damian starts to notice he has less nightmares when with Jon. They also happen less and less as he gets older. In their later teenage years, Jon has basically developed the skill to know when Damian is having a nightmare via his heartbeat, whether he's awake or a sleep. He'll be at the Manor within about two seconds to help Damian when they happen.

When craving cuddles, he either goes to Bruce, Dick, Jason, or, surprisingly, Steph. She's just very soft and huggable.

Has crawled into Tim's lap randomly before when Tim was at his desk. It happened after they actually started considering each other as brother's and stopped fighting as much. He didn't say anything or give a warning, just curled into him and silently played on the Nintendo Switch he brought with him. Tim was slightly taken aback at first but then just readjusted to get more comfortable and leaned back. He changed to only using one hand for his computer, and used his other to stroke Damian's back idly. It made him smile though, glad that their relationship had developed, even if they still bicker sometimes. It was moments like this that made him understand why Jay and Dick enjoy being big brothers. It was moments like this that made Tim realise people really do love him, and that there's always people worth staying for. That there's always a little brother who's gonna need you. He has a baby brother that needs him, and other siblings and a dad and granddad and friends that all need him. That would miss him. It's moments like this that makes Tim realise he doesn't think he has it in him to ever take that away from them.

Damian eventually refers to Alfred as Grandfather. Gets him and Bruce both cards and thoughtful gifts on Father's Day. Also leaves flowers on Thomas' grave. Will do the same for Martha on Mother's Day.

Bruce will check up on him (And the others) when it's Mother's Day. He tries to plan family trips/day outs for it, but will leave time to sit in his office in the morning just in case Talia calls and requests to spend time with Damian. She hasn't yet.

On holidays like Mother's Day and Talia's birthday, Damian will leave a gift by his window and then stay out of his room for a few hours. When he comes back, they're always gone. There's always a note, though, with a chocolate kiss on the top. He accepts every kiss, and saves every note. For his own birthday, he'll walk into his room to find a present on his bed. For Christmas, now that he celebrates it, Damian will set a gift by the window and leave, only to come back later and see a different one than the one he left. Every time, there's no trace of anyone entering or exiting, but he'd recognise his mother's perfume anywhere. He'll sit by his window to open his presents in case she stays to watch. She always does. When it's Christmas, she'll wait with her gift for when Damian returns, so they can open them together.

Every so often, Damian writes a letter about how his life is going to Talia but never sends them. He keeps them in a box with a small hope that one day he'll finally be able to give them to her.

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politelymenacing · 1 year

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My Series 2 rewatch thoughts that no-one asked for. Mostly random thoughts and things I've only noticed since watching series 3. Series 1 rewatch here.

The bit of Jamie on This Morning feels so wrong. There is nowhere near enough giggling on the part of Phil and Holly. The vibes are so off.

Jamie's eyes light up when he sees the little Richmond fan asking for his autograph. He is super cute with kids, actually.

Ted says his favourite book is The Fountainhead. I haven't read it, but from what I understand the philosophy of that book really does not seem to line up with Ted's at all. If anyone has read it, I'd love to hear any insights as to why the writers chose that as his favourite.

The way that Phoebe's team looks at Roy 🥰

There's Isaac in glasses again (I might be slightly obsessed, but in my defence, he looks so good in them).

Jamie x Dani shippers be like:

This is the most unconvincing email I've ever seen:

Love hearing some Queen on the soundtrack.

There has been a serious lack of Trent so far. We truly are spoilt in series 3.

Instant chemistry between Ted and Nora. I love it

Bring it On references and is that pom pom shaking, Mr Crimm? They are so embarrassing. I love them.

Bumbercatch as always asking the important questions:

The whole British Doll thing is soooooo weird to me. I guess this was a thing for the Americans?

There is no way that many people would be outside on Christmas day in London.

Dani and Zoreaux playing with Higgins's kids is wonderful. They really commit to the bit.

Julie Higgins / Dani BFF agenda starts here, they are so cute.

Mr Shelby! (Damn you really do have to rewatch it all to get all their little references, huh?)

Oh interesting. Jade is actually not particularly rude to Nate the first time they meet. It's only after he pulls his demanding shit. I had remembered her being worse. Or maybe I've just come around to her after she took none of Rupert's shit.

Kids looking at Roy with heart eyes Part 2.

The pub lads' Bake Off chant 😂

Gifs and screenshots truly do not capture the adorableness of Colin and Will's camouflage interaction. Will's laugh is So. Cute. (Sorry. Michael, I am still holding out hope for these two)

Also, I don't know if anyone has mentioned this yet, but under the camouflage is a rainbow trim on Colin's jumper:

They truly did such a good job casting Jamie's dad.

How is Sam so smooth a) at his age and b) in the presence of Rebecca??

New headcanon: The scarves that Beard and Jeremy get from the lost and found at the Crown and Anchor were Trent's.

Jamie helping Dani walk in his dress shoes 🥰

The lads all look great at the funeral (especially Isaac). I am living for Colin's waistcoat.

Hearing Roy say "service station" is painful. At least he said aeroplane. (I am telling myself he was talking about a service station in America, because I don't think I have ever seen an advert for a petrol station in my life)

Ted is so happy when Trent texts him! (Maybe because he wrote 'The Independent' and it seems hella flirty if you don't know what's coming next and if you think about the fact he's texting at night)

I'm sorry, but Trent's byline photo is so funny.

It doesn't matter how many times I've seen it, it still hurts so much.

WILL LURKING. 💖

FOLLOW THE MONEY!

Well this makes me nervous for the end of series 3....

Still the best shot of the entire show.

That theory about leopard print indicating a character is queer? Don't forget Mae:

Dani giving Will a piggyback!

Why were we surprised to learn Sam named the restaurant after his dad? He is credited as Ola:

#and those have been my thoughts #that noone asked for #ted lasso #ted lasso rewatch #please feel free to chat to me about any and all of this

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cosettepontmercys · 5 months

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Cossette, hiii! A new url, I was a little horried that I couldn't find you anymore. hehehe ☃️

Your friend is so sweet! That's such an incredibly thoughtful gift. oh, really? maybe that one is special!? What's your dog called? I have 3 cats. ^^

Yes, me too! I've also been so busy with everything that I have no energy for books or crafts and I'm behind on everything. But it's all good. I've thought about listening to audio books while I do stuff, but do you really pay attention to the story. I'm not sure I'll be able to do that. Do you think that there's a certain type of book that is better to listen to?

I knooooooow, I'm so curious about what her ideas were for sanditon. I did enjoy the ending they gave to the series. But, I'd love to know what she wanted for the characters. So, it's a book in my mother tongue and it's a classic, it's called Os Maias by Eça de Queirós.

My show is in june, I'm going to another country for it. ^^ Yes, I know, that's why I'm not sure if I'll watch it before or not. :p I've seen some stuff, but not everything. Transition wise and order wise I don't really know much. So I'm super super excited too!!!!

Okay, so from two weeks ago I have to say: I wish we kissed when we first wanted / And we didn't miss all the time we did. :'(

From the album in general I think: Women's hearts are lethal weapons / Did you hold mine and feel threatened?

It's really diffiult to pick a favourite, she really did an anmazing job! ^^

What's your favourite christmas or winter time food?

helloooo! i'm so glad you were able to track me down 🤍

my dog's name is toto! he's nine years old, and he is incredibly spoiled rotten! here are some photos of him! what are your cats called? i love cats! i am very allergic to cats, but i actually just finished a series of allergy shots so hopefully i am less allergic to them — haven't gotten the chance to test this out yet, but one of my best friends has two cats that i love dearly!

i do! i actually have to be doing something else for me to pay attention to audiobooks; otherwise i struggle to focus! i think i do better with fantasy and nonfiction, oddly enough, which are two genres i usually struggle with reading physically/ebooks of! i looked up os maias and it looks really interesting! i'm trying to hunt down a copy of an english translation now 🤭

and that's so so exciting!! i can't wait for you 🤍 are there any surprise songs you're manifesting? are you going with anyone else?

i think "women's hearts..." is also one of my favorite lines — that and the bridge of there it goes (the universe is shifting...)! it is just such a good album!!

i love cake! like a good yule log :") but i've recently been really into pesto pizza star bread! what about you? do you have any favorites?

hope you're having a lovely weekend! x

#post: answered #☃️ maisiepetersnetwork secretsanta #mpnsecretsanta23

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austronauts · 2 years

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I don't know if you do this kind of stuff, but I've been following (stalking a little, sorry) your blog for a bit now, and I was wondering what your favourite Geno moments are and if you are willing to share them?

If you're not comfortable with this, then you can ignore this.

omg i wOULD LOVE TO SHARE and first of all thank you for finding my stream-of-consciousness shitposts on this blog worthy of your time 😭😭😭

i do have so many favorite geno moments and, although i'm sure i'll forget a bunch of them because i haven't had my coffee yet, they are:

so. simply - geno was the first hockey player i ever EVER fell in love with. The way he skates with almost a languorous looming grace that belies his speed and strength? the way he's capable of seemingly appearing out of nowhere to effortlessly dance his way through a battalion of defenders to slot the puck in the back of the net? I don't know exactly what it was or how to put it in words. but the moment I saw a random pittsburgh penguins game on tv, i just felt this pang of something that made me want to learn everything about him.

his pierogi making session for local tv lmao. he's SO LANKY AND YOUNG AND SARCASTIC AND FUNNY AND FLIRTY HERE. the way he chops the cabbage takes me tf out

the local CAR COMMERCIAL the pittsburgh penguins filmed that is literally the most cringe thing i have EVER SEEN. max talbot's terrible facial hair? and the way geno doesn't say a single WORD - just looms with a terrifyingly awkward smile hanging off his mouth. it makes me cackle everytime. i ADORE HIM.

"Has big taste"

I don't have the exact photo rn - but the photo of him making out with a girl where he is fucking. wearing. a SIDNEY CROSBY T-SHIRT. you just can't make this shit up about them.

the time where they interviewed geno about being snapped by paparazzi making out with his then gf on the beach, and geno simply responded "yeah and i looked HOT. GOOD FOR THEM"

The Spittin Chiclets (cw: Barstool sports) interview with Sidney Crosby - sooo many funny stories about Geno are told here. The one about Geno not knowing the names of his teammates makes me laugh the hardest.

THE TIME EVGENI BOUGHT HUMAN-SIZE ALIEN V. PREDATOR FIGURINES AND PLACED THEM OUTSIDE TO FLANK BOTH sIDES OF THE ENTRANCE TO HIS HOME AND LEFT THEM FOR YEARS TO RUST . AND HOW HE NAMED THE BIGGER ONE OVI AND THE SMALLER ONE KUZNETSOV. also this entire video is SO CUTE

I adore the first minute of this video and have watched it so many times. PLEASE. the way he - almost affronted - exclaims "BECAUSE I NICE GUY. YOU SEE MY FACE? AND IM LOOKIN GOOD!"

oh god i just unlocked another early memory. this must have been the year where ovi and geno had beef? but in every pens v. caps game, ovi would check geno SO aggressively and i would get SO PROTECTIVE OVER my 6'3" hulking russian man lmao. i guess it's not a favorite moment per se but that entire season undoubtedly cemented my protective love for geno

the time geno wON THE HART TROPHY and dedicated it to sergei gonchar. you can see the emotions in gonch's eyes. and to see how fuckin NERVOUS geno is. i want to EAT him.

the time geno was preparing for his Dapper Dan trophy speech and he is SO. SO. NERVOUS. and then teh way he gets up there and just starts speaking in russian as a joke then giggles. GODDD he's so unbelievably precious. GOD. he even slides a few jokes (at talbot's expense, of course) into his speech

I genuinely love Geno's sense of humor and his sly deadpan sarcasm and love for fucking with his teammates lmao. The story about how his teammates used to invite Geno out to dinner when Geno was new to pittsburgh kills me? how Geno always responded "da" or "$" ...and didn't show up when he responded "da" and showed up when he responded "$"? THIS MAN!

Related to #13, the way bullying is Geno's love language fills my gremlin heart with delight. In all the videos with Sidney - the dynamics of their interactions are so consistent. Sidney - earnest appreciation. sincere supportive vibes. Geno - AHAHAaaHAA SIDNEY BOOOOOOOOOO sidNEY WHY YOU DO THAT AHAhahaHAHAAH I WIN SIDNEY YOU SUCK BOOOOOOOOO Sidney - [helpless giggling and honking laughs because sidney genuinely believes geno is the funniest person on this planet.

The time Geno thanked himself for the assist on the Penguins' instagram post congratulating sidney's 1000th career game

The time Sidney cried during the 1000th game tribute video and said "I'm going to cry" or something along those lines and Geno just simply said "Yeah me too." THEY. THEM.

Also - in spite of his deadpan sense of humor and love for irony and sarcasm and trolling - the way he has always. ALWAYS always aLWAYS always ALWAYS ALWAYS made it clear that he only ever wants to play with sidney, and that to him sidney is the best.

i KNOW im missing so much but these are the top geno moments that swim around in my brain 24/7 :-)

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also please talk to me about your favourite Van Gogh AND his favourite quote 🎨

but that could take HOURS !!!!!!!

seriously though, my favourite van gogh painting is the mulberry tree

when i first started making tentative plans to get a visa for NZ, i strongly considered making a longer pit stop in california to go see this painting in person. that's how abnormal i am about it. honestly, i haven't bought my ticket yet so i'm lowkey still considering it....

i feel like the reasons as to why it's my favourite are kinda silly and intangible, but i love the autumnal colours, the warmth of it. autumn is my favourite season and it's so stunning here in qc that there's something comforting and homely to me about it? i'm not an expert in art but i think the contrast between those oranges/yellow/rust with the depth of that blue sky is just so striking. and i love the fact that those iconic van gogh brushstrokes make the tree almost look like a flame. it's kinda giving moses and the burning bush? i'm not religious at all but there's something fascinating about the various ways we can interpret such a simple depiction. i just love her.

my second favourite is head of a skeleton with a burning cigarette.

mostly because it's hardcore af and seeing it in person was such an emotional experience for me. everyone who thinks it's fine to destroy artworks because we have pictures of them is a fucking moron, there's not a single photo of this painting that could have prepared me for the depth of the black and the effect it has on the overall painting. it's gorgeous and it's funny and i love all the different interpretations of it too? vincent was in art school at the time and didn't particularly like it. he thought the whole thing was pretentious as hell and i always read a bit of mockery/a bit of a fuck you to the establishment in it, which simply delights me. i also love the interpretation that this might be a self-portrait in some way? (if it is, it's my favourite one.) and i love how, with what we know of smoking now, it can totally be read as an anti-smoking ad. there's something so modern about it. it's just great. and it's different than the post paris van gogh people know best? this is his pre-meeting vivid colours era and i'm very fond of it.

now quotes.... i can't possibly pick one. here are a couple of depression quotes. reading them for the first time felt like being kicked in the chest by a horse. i felt seen and, actually, so incredibly moved by the universality of human suffering. this idea that across time and through incredibly different circumstances someone could articulate what i was feeling so clearly... there's something magical and comforting about that, despite the pain. it was one of those special moments that so vividly removes the distance between us and the past and just... reminds us that people have always been people, that we have always been going through this since the beginning of time. and somehow, through a very difficult and incredibly lonely moment in my life, i felt companionship. how wonderful: the power of the written word. etc etc.

the first one is this: “For me, life may well continue in solitude. I have never perceived those to whom I have been most attached other than as through a glass, darkly.” which is a sentiment that i felt so sharply throughout my life that it was almost surreal to see it echoed so plainly.

and the second one is of course:

A caged bird in spring knows perfectly well that there is some way in which he should be able to serve. He is well aware that there is something to be done, but he is unable to do it. What is it? He cannot quite remember, but then he gets a vague inkling and he says to himself, ‘The others are building their nests and hatching their young and bringing them up,’ and then he bangs his head against the bars of the cage. But the cage does not give way and the bird is maddened by pain. 'What a ne'er-do-well,’ says another bird passing by – what an idler. Yet the prisoner lives and does not die. There are no outward signs of what is going on inside of him, he is doing well, he is quite cheerful in the sunshine.

But then the season of the great migration arrives: an attack of melancholy. He has everything he needs, say the children who tend him in his cage – but he looks out, at the heavy thundery sky, and in his heart of hearts he rebels against his fate. I am caged, I am caged and you say I need nothing, you idiots! I have everything I need indeed! Oh, please give me the freedom to be a bird like other birds.

That kind of ne'er-do-well of a person resembles that kind of ne'er-do-well of a bird. And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh, such terrible cage.

I do know that there is a release, the belated release. A justly or unjustly ruined reputation, poverty, disastrous circumstances, misfortune, they all turn you into a prisoner. You cannot always tell what keeps you confined, what immures you, what seems to bury you, and yet you can feel those elusive bars, railings, walls. Is all this illusion, imagination? I don’t think so. And then one asks: my God, will it be for long, will it be forever, will it be for eternity?

Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But wherever affection is revived, there life revives. Moreover, the prison is sometimes called prejudice, misunderstanding, fatal ignorance of one thing or another, suspicion, false modesty.

i think it's pretty self-explanatory and all i can say is: this man knew what it felt like to be at your lowest. i mean.... 'i am caged, i am caged, and yet you see nothing?' and 'my god, will it be for long, will it be forever, will it be for eternity?' ooooooooooooof.

here are a few others quote that always make me go !!!!!

“many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.”

“but you must love with a high, serious intimate sympathy, with a will, with intelligence, and you must always seek to know more thoroughly, better, and more..”

“still, a great deal of light falls on everything.”

“How much sadness there is in life. Still, it won’t do to become depressed, one should turn to other things, and the right thing is work, but there are other times when one can only find peace of mind in the realization: I, too, shall not be spared by unhappiness.”

and that one time he said: “poverty stops the best minds in their tracks”. like... yeah vincent. it really does.

anyways i could do this for 50h but my copy of he book has about 6-7 post-its on every page and i just can't dig in properly rn. suffice to say i love him.

#about me #vincent van gogh #art #quotes

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I cant even feel sad about these news just relieved that they are finally doing it and so close to each other, I’ve had nightmares about them all waiting to turn 30 before enlisting 😅 so happy that they took it into their own hands as well… as for the waiting, I’ve literally waited 10 years for bands to release albums, 2.5 years is VERY generous 😂😂

i think it's the vague statements that was making everything fidgety but now that it's a clear statement, a lot of people just feel relieved! i personally never tried to think about it too carefully because i've seen my favourites serve before and i still remained their fan throughout, so for me, i always knew i would stay no matter what hehe 🤍 AND IKR???? 2.5 years is barely anything, 2023 is almost here and they're not even serving all together so the members who haven't gone yet are constantly going to keep mentioning the members serving and probably keep photos and standees next to them like they're also military spouses 😭😭😭😭 bangtan love each other more than any fan could love them :')

#ask #anonymous

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hopepaigeturner · 2 years

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Benophie: "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Here it is! The final request from anon (other than part 2 of my Bhaji and Burrito one-shot if anyone still wants it--still haven't settled on a name yet--any ideas?).

5. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Benedict leant against the wall, eyes pinned on Sophie Beckett laughing on the far side of the tent, her green bridesmaid dress making her look like a fairytale dryad.

They had met at Kate and Anthony’s engagement party last year. On that night she had worn a shimmering silver dress and stayed by one another the entire night As the bells chimed midnight they had shared a kiss on the terrace like giddy teenage lovers.

Then followed Bridgerton family brunch where Kate took Benedict aside and told him, in no uncertain terms, that Sophie was off-limits so they could avoid messy wedding drama between the maid of honour and best man. Benedict had wished to scoff until Kate added that Sophie had recently recovered from some severe ‘heartbreak’ and Benedict had remembered Antony rushing out one night because Kate’s best friend needed to be ‘rescued’. So reluctantly he had agreed.

But that Friday he had been invited to the pub as a group of four and spent the entire evening talking and laughing with Sophie. That night had ended with Sophie pushing him up against the wall outside the toilets and kissing him until he could barely remember his own name; followed by a tense, discreet exit to rendezvous at Sophie’s flat.

And then it sort of…continued; the pair hooking up whenever he flew in from a photo shoot or she returned from a book tour, their conflicting schedules never allowing anything permanent to take root; both of them pretending that each goodbye was easier, not torturously harder, than the one before; both of them ignoring the spike of jealousy when the other posted a picture with someone—after all their agreement had never been exclusive.

And then the wedding and all its rigmarole had rolled around; the family parties; the joint hen and stag do; afternoons of calming down the bride and groom; running errands together or cooking together.

Now Benedict wanted more, so much more than confessions and connection during pillow talk or afterglow beatifications. He selfishly wanted every part of her and started rehearsing love declarations in his mind.

Then, at the rehearsal dinner her ‘date’ had waltzed through the door and into her arms.

Who on earth was Theo Sharpe?

Sophie had made no mention of him in the last few weeks, not even on the nights when she would moan Benedict’s name in the sweetest cadences.

But there she was, an arm linked around his as they talked to his sister, Eloise. He and Eloise seemed to be energetically conversing while Sophie merely looked on with an amused smile. But Benedict had seen all the little things throughout the day, such as Kate’s comment about them being a ‘cute couple’. Also how she had held his pinky whenever she could, or when she had flushed prettily at the table at the pertinent questions.

Benedict could barely take it, sipping his wine a lot faster than usual, constantly watching the couple—gosh, just the word made him shiver. And worst of all—Theo had not asked Sophie to dance. Not even when Ella Fitgerald’s mellow voice rang out around the ballroom. He noticed Sophie looking around expectantly, smiling softly at her favourite song—the same song she would hum while running her fingers through his hair before drifting off to sleep. Theo Sharpe did not even seem to see Sophie’s reaction.

Benedict put down his glass and strode over to her.

“I believe it is customary for the bridesmaid and best man to dance?” he announced without preamble. The trio turned to him.

“I have never heard of such a rule,” Eloise teased, a glint in her eye. “Have you Theo?”

“Uh—I do not think I have –I cannot be sure these things—well, they—” Benedict’s eyes zeroed in on Sophie’s pinkie wrapping around Theo’s.

“Well, it is. Sophie?”

Sophie looked to Theo; Theo nodded. Benedict bristled.

Dream a little dream of me...

Benedict pulled Sophie into his arms and it just felt right, the same feeling he had on that terrace, or whenever she greeted him in the airport, or whenever he woke with her in his arms. Sophie just felt right as they swayed while Louis Jordan’s voice joined with Ella’s:

Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss…

Benedict pulled her closer.

I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear Just saying this…

“You know that was dreadfully rude,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Practically dragging me away from Theo.”

“This is your favourite song.”

“Yes.”

“And he had made no inclination to dance with you—anyone who knows you knows the significance of this song.”

The only voice of love that would accompany her as she worked on her hands and knees. A solace from the sharp words and bruises.

“They do,” she replied quietly. “Yes.”

Dream little dream of me...

“So, I had to dance with you—he wasn’t going to.”

“He’s a little nervous,” Sophie replied, and it irked him that she defended him so fiercely.

“Yes, I saw you holding his hand.”

“He gets anxiety, this is not necessarily his scene.”

“Well, he might be right about that—I’ve never seen him.”

“Why would you? It’s none of your business.”

“Really? Was it not my business the other night in bed? Or in the shower? Or over your vanity?”

“Stop it,” Sophie blushed.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just a little offended that over these last weeks, when you’ve practically spent every moment of every day with me, you never told me you had a boyfriend.”

“He’s not—” She halted, then cocked her head. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Frustrated certainly—”

“You are! You are jealous.” Her eyes widened.

“Well, yes, I suppose I am—happy?” Benedict shot back.

“But why…why would you be jealous?”

Benedict heart snapped like a glowstick, his emotions flooding through him.

“Because I’m head over heels in love with you and have been for months. And I hate that we have had to sneak around when I want to spend the entire day holding your hand and kissing you and dancing with you—"

“Ben—"

“—and I should not be mad because it’s not as if I can be the man you deserve to be with. I don’t have a stable job or life, and you deserve that stability after all the heartbreak from your stepmother. I’m just a wayward second son with no merits other than some pretty pictures and my last name—”

“Benedict!”

Sophie’s heel came down on his toe.

“Ow!”

“Listen to me,” she hissed, “Theo’s my date.”

“I know.” He bit out.

“But he’s not my boyfriend—he’s my publisher.”

“What?”

“He’s my publisher. He’s self-made so all this high society stuff is really intimidating and he’s been on the edge of a panic attack the entire day. I invited him months ago when I felt particularly insecure, because you had all these beautiful, glamorous models around you and I’m the shameful bastard child who couldn’t even get her father to look at her, so how on earth could I keep your affection—”

Benedict kissed her, right there in the middle of the dancefloor, even though the song had ended.

Time slowed, noise muted, faded, overwhelmed by a sense of perfection.

Blissful serenity.

When they broke apart, Benedict kept her close so she could read the sincerity in his eyes.

“You’ve had my affection from the very moment we met, from our very first kiss and every moment after. No other woman has touched my lips or my heart since that moonlit night, because your mere scent, your mere breath, your mere presence sends my heart thundering and my mind spinning. You deserve to be loved Sophie, you are worthy of being loved and I am so sorry that I haven’t managed to convince you of that fact. But I love you. I just…I love you.”

Her eyes watered as she cupped his face with her hands.

“You are so much more than a second son Benedict—you are the man I love. The man who inspires my stories, my soul and my heart with his sincerity and kindness and talent.” She kissed him softly. “And if you must know, I mainly brought Theo so I could introduce him to Eloise.”

Benedict chuckled, the tenseness flowing out of his body.

“So, he shall not be returning to your room.”

“No, he wasn’t the guy I wished would return with me tonight.”

“Oh really—and who would that be?”

“Possibly my real boyfriend.”

Benedict’s heart stuttered.

“Are you sure?”

Sophie grinned.

“Absolutely—if that is—that is what you want.”

Benedict grinned back, before scooping her into his arms.

“Announcement!” he called, and the wedding party turned, but Benedict didn’t register any of their faces. “I would like to introduce you all to my girlfriend Sophie Beckett who I am head over heels in love with; body, heart and soul.”

“Benedict!” she gasped but her eyes shone brilliantly bright and full of love, love directed at him.

He had to have her.

“Thank you for listening—good night!” he called, and a couple choruses rose in response.

Then he carried her out of the room.

It was not until they had located Benedict’s bedroom door when Sophie cried,

“Ben, wait! I didn’t check in on Theo!”

Benedict grinned wolfishly.

“Trust me, he’s a clever boy he’ll work out where we’re going.”

*~*~*~*

Ngl, really enjoyed this one and could see me doing a couple drabbles if people want more.

Thanks for all the inspiration 🥰 🥰

#benophie #modern au #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #Sophie maid-of-honour Beckett #Benedict best-man Bridgerton #Kate really means well #bridgerton #our favourite insecure couple complicating matters #miscommunication #writing prompt