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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #me on the first post:#its not a liveblog!#me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one #i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time #and crowds my blog less #and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol #dp thoughts

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infinitelytheheartexpands · 3 years

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Responses from the Opera Screencaps Captioning Quiz

Hello, everyone, and thank you for taking my quiz! I had SO MUCH fun reading your captions-- there were several times I literally started crying from laughing so hard at the amazingness of your work! With that in mind, the captions (which I will continue to add onto as more people take it):

(also, thank you to @dichterfuerstin for translating the German captions I got)

originally taken from: the Wiener Staatsoper’s 2020 production of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s Die Entführung aus dem Serail, featuring Regula Mühlemann (center) as Blonde, Michael Laurenz (right) as Pedrillo, and an unnamed extra (left) as the Grim Reaper

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(Backstage warm-up) “ok so someone dropped the pulse”

me and my friends watching the fire burn after doing arson

Introducing the polycule to the parents

*boom* ... did...you guys hear that too?

Ma Signor !

Knight in whinging armour gone wrong, look at how he holds the egg. Polyamory with weird knight and death.

the father, son and the holy ghost are very gay

the gays meeting for brunch, 2021, colorized

chicken lady forces death and a very flamboyantly homosexual anthropomorphized pink bird to be parents of her egg (they dont want to be)

That’s just me and my friends on our night out (before covid rip)-- closest

A Good Friday night

good omens (2019)

["the pocket guide to boy/girl/mischief" meme] who's the boy and who's the mischief though????

Papageno and Papagena take their first-born egg trick-or-treating

Angry Birds - The Musical. A pig stole an egg and the bird unites with death to take revenge.

I love my bird wife

Someone got murdered during the funky chicken dance

throuple murders child and steals sibling of said child

When you and your friends have widely different tastes in literature

angel leading twink to his rightful place (hell)

draco malfoy from a very potter musical and a death eater are very much in the wrong show

What have I gotten myself into

Mlm/wlw solidarity but I’m not telling who is who

A woman stands with a pink dipshit with an egg and a reaper.

A bird-couple makes a pact with Death, sacrificing their first-born bird-child in order to bring good luck upon their unborn bird-baby

There are three types of people on Halloween:

Uh oh, I don’t think the mother hen is very happy about this...

oh god, they’ve invented seussical. It’s too early!

gay brunch

Three little maids from school are we

guys maybe if we dress gay enough we can distract everyone from the dead flapper bee in the back

those three killed a duck for her egg and are facing the conswquences.

Duck has egg with human, shocked and upset due to biological impossibility

When you bout to make a banging omelet so you invite your fellow queers

"No mortal man could pass that egg, but heaven shall repair your rectum."

originally taken from: the Salzburg Festival’s 2007 production of Hector Berlioz’s Benvenuto Cellini, featuring Maija Kovalevska (left) as Teresa Balducci, Laurent Naouri (center, in chimney) as Fieramosca, and Burkhard Fritz (right) as Benvenuto Cellini

Responses:

“In this same interlude it doth befall That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Did whisper often very secretly. This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show That I am that same wall; the truth is so: And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.” - a midsummer night’s dream, act v scene 1

"ah yes a prime specimen. see here, right in this box is our one of a kind hob goblin that can be all yours for the low low price of your soul"

what, YOU don't have a special eavesdropping chimney window?

Hänsel und Gretel plotting against the witch

man takes a wrong turn and ends up in a chimney, catches his girlfriend cheating-- closest

when you end up third wheeling the straight couple

lady cheats on her leather jacket wearing scummy boyfriend and when he unexpectedly comes home she hides the lover in the chimney

A straight girl and her gay best friend gossip about stuff idk

Idk Shakespeare?

experimental couples therapy feat. the chimney mf from mary poppins

Area Couple Inadvertently Traps Santa-in-Training in Chimney as they Attempt Rooftop Flirting

Landlords laugh over student renter's misfortune

I never asked for this

Ay yo lil mama lemme whisper in your ear

voyeurist listens to sandy and Danny from grease

Psssst! Did you hear about Susan? You won’t believe it!

lady and the tramp meets beauty and the beast?

human trafficking

And for just $30 you too could have your own tiny brick cage!

Psst I’m wearing assless chaps under this dress

A couple tortures a man in a box.

It's all fun and games being stuck in a chimney until your greasy uncle steals your crush from right above you-- okay ngl this could actually be a great Don Pasquale concept

Taking eavesdropping to the next level

Will you two stop being lovey dovey and let me out? SUMMER LOVIN, HAPPENED SO FAST—

overhearing how people talk about you when they think they're alone puts you in the shithouse

Does he know we can see him?

dear god, i am so fucking hungry, yall please just do whatever heterosexuals do so i can go eat a popsicle

the human version of the trash man from sesame street is realizing that those two are going to fuck on his trash can

Tmw you capture an angry short dude and start trashtalking him where he can hear

Omg what if we kissed but we actually kissed the lil goblin man under us

"Remember, don't feed him after midnight"

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Le prophète, featuring Leonardo Estevez (right, on fake horse) as Le Comte d’Oberthal

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“When I said we needed to drain the swamp I didn’t think there were people actually living there”

horse? what horse? no sir i dont know what horse youre referring to.

definitely don't have a napoleon complex going on

King stole La Scala‘s Lohengrin set

king breaks all his horses, has to use statue dragged by servants as transportation because he’s too kingly too walk

Emperor Söder and his subjects on a carnival procession

man on horse makes a big deal out of being on a horse

That’s not Zeffirelli because the horse is not alive

Who the fuck put a horse on the stage

isn't this that picture of napoleon on the horse

Area Count Thinks Citizens will be Intimidated by his Extremely Fake-looking Horse Statue-- closest

Everyone wants their turn on the giant plaster horse. Police are there to make sure everyone waits their turn.

Night out with the lads

Local royalty horrified at the state of his own damn kingdom

gay army fights different gay aesthetics-- hi author how does it feel to be the funniest fucking person on this quiz

Well at least I LOOK badass

ceasar if he hadn't gotten stabbed (colourised)

some soldiers jumped out of my kindergarten fairytale collection book to burn the don carlos flemish deputies at the stake

It’s just a model

Is that how you feel pulling up in your Honda Civic, Madge?

Someone rides a horse statue in public.

Just a normal party with the bros.

what is this, some kind of crossover episode?

Terribly sorry for all the fuss, it’s just, that is, my horse is afraid of neck ruffles. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he’s—whoaaa there—he said he was a french courtier in a past life and he’s allergic to English fashion

Horse seller, listen to me! I am riding into battle. I need your strongest horse. - We have horses at home. - The horses at home:

All hail Incitatus the king

we are not ripping off shakespeare’s henry viii. what the fuck. this is about lenny xi you uncultured swine, go drown in a pit of your own farts

oh god is that hamilton

Guy Removed From Art Museum For Sitting On Statue, more at eleven

Gay <3

Officer: This horse... is a virgin! Crowd: *cheers*

originally taken from: the Parma Verdi Festival’s 2017 staging of Giuseppe Verdi’s Stiffelio, featuring Maria Katzarava (left) as Lina and Luciano Ganci (right) as Stiffelio

Responses:

That One kid in class

its a mEntAL BreAkDowN *final countdown but kazoo*

*record scratch* yeah, that's me. you're probably wondering how I got here-- closest

Dad keeps monologuing, teenager is done

left: all of my concerned friends, right: my emo ass having a very public mental breakdown

the demons in the corner of my room when im just trying to sleep

lady gets mansplained to (do i need to say more, we've all been there)

It’s probably an area baritone telling off an area soprano-- sorry; it’s a tenor. soprano is right though.

That was a fake horse in the last photo right?

child comes out as gay to father at a particularly bad time

dissociation solves everything

I can't believe it's not butter

Honey we talked about this

My sleep paralysis demon is Crowley from supernatural

child has nightmare of boring job

When you start dating a singer but he won’t stop practicing at night

just an average day in a hetero marriage

what do i do my wife's having period cramps again

Stop having an existential crisis. It’s time to sing!

“No son of mine will kin Gomez Addams under MY roof”

Crowley stares into space while a teen has post nut clarity.

When he wont stop reciting jordan peterson monologues!!

Do you realize how effed you are?

Ugh, not this lecture again! Dad’s Practicing For His Experimental Indie Band Again

asking your parents for help with your own personal situation and them just ranting off about what they went through instead of helping in any way

Will he shut up already!

no one tell him he’s yelling in the wrong direction, no one tell him plnsbdjddhdj

this kid is tired of his dad listening to rush limbaugh (a man who claimed to be pro life but died anyway)

Me internally vs externally

Daddy issues

originally taken from: the Grand Théâtre de Genève’s 2020 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Les Huguenots, featuring several chorus members

Responses:

It’s the deadly eye Of Poogley-pie. Look away, look away, As you walk by, ‘Cause whoever looks right at it Surely will die. It’s a good thing you didn’t … You did? … Good-bye. - shel Silverstein

why the fuckith? my good sir, i beg of you to put your pants back on

I hate this itchy hat

Titanic Extras hear that they have to do extra hours

people waiting to board the titanic watch someone fall off the plank

pov: you’re a time traveler

guy in the flatcap is embarrassed by patriotism and pathos

No idea. For some reason Le Marseillaise comes to mind

Is this from Harry Potter?

disneyland main street usa workers on strike

local tries to hide behind Newsies cap to avoid unpleasant but inevitable conversations. meanwhile, some very fashionable ladies look on.

"Thank fuck, 2020 was just a dream after all"

“We gather here today because this bitch got exactly what she deserved” “heaven!” “Stfu Stephanie she’s going to hell and we all know it”-- not quite but this basically happens later on in the opera (and act) so yeah (except the person in question very much Did Not Deserve It)

dc movie filter on bridgerton

america?

looks like my history teacher paused the prohibition documentary again

Who still wears page boy hats bro?

Coming out to a room of people who Already Knew That

Bitches are relieved at some party.

Several drunk people exiting getting off the subway attempting to seem sober and rational but realizing they have somehow lost all of their possessions

How tf do I act natural in this situation-- closest

“do you think any of them noticed that I don’t know the pledge of allegiance”

It's too fucking hot outside for this outfit

when hyyh yoonkook ending just hits different

pedestrians watch in horror as the triangle shirtwaist factory burns and the workers throw themselves out of the windows from a dozen stories up

Starting the pledge of allegiance be like

He's having a heart attack oh no oh god oh fuck

originally taken from: if I remember correctly, the Semperoper Dresden’s 2018 semi-staging of Johann Strauss II’s Die Fledermaus, with Jonas Kaufmann as Gabriel von Eisenstein

Responses:

“William Shakespeare wrote: "To thine own self be true And it must follow, as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man" I believe this wise statement best applies to a woman A blonde woman Over the past three years she taught me And showed us all That being true to yourself never goes out of style Ladies and gentlemen Our valedictorian: Elle Woods!” - legally blonde the musical

eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs

woooooorrrrd

Finally Jonas has graduated! It’s about time, considering he’s an international star.

what my professors think they look like

Prof. Dr. Dr. When someone tells him there are more than two genders

'and since you've now graduated high school, you'll be entering college etc. blablabla' .........meanwhile, there's a whole row of graduates daring each other to chug the cheap vodka one of them has brought in gallons (yes that happened at my graduation, lol)

Jonas darling baby <3-- can’t argue with that

I just realized I have no idea what the actual fuck happens in an opera

ok this one is just what jonas kaufmann always wears you can't fool me.

"as valedictorian i will share with you the importance of loving the floor"

"Yes, mother, my art degree will make me money!"

Graduation speakers are out, singers are in

Senior year takes a new meaninbg

mansplainer professor explains the concept of feminism to women

Your Prof when you finally turn in that missing assignment be like

younger boris johnson (derogatory)

jonas kaufmann retires from opera and takes up motivational speaking

What a fine graduation evening we’re having today

-70 points for slytherin you all have no swag

A man with a college hat sings.

An obviously greying actor trying to play a university student in a low-budget porn parody

How it feels to graduate high school after being held back for years

East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean crème brûlée, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor-

I may not have been "cool" in high school, but in ten years you will all be working for me!

I finally got my GED!

that one guy in ur intro to cultural anthropology class who mansplains to the professor somehow fucking graduated

he;s just graduating and taking his speech too serously idk

Graduation speeches with that one dude who got held back 3 times

Smrt

originally taken from: the Metropolitan Opera’s 2011 staging of Gioachino Rossini’s Le Comte Ory with Joyce DiDonato (left) as Isolier, Diana Damrau (center) as Countess Adèle, and Juan Diego Florez (right) as Le Comte Ory (disguised as a hermit)

Responses:

There is something very [disturbing grunts] About polyamorous couples - polyamorous, Chris Fleming

jinkies

femme fatale (including to herself)

I’ll have a threesome soon !

Hot guy walks by, everyone swoons.

thirdwheeling friend does not realize the other two are having sex

When your girlfriend had „just two beers“ again

jesus is exasperated about having to drag the two ladies towards doing what he needs them to do instead of purple dramatically declaring suicidal intent over the smallest trivial matters and red being equally dramatic about declaring that it's not the way! stay alive! i love you!!

The throuple is thriving

Get off the milf

orgy

my last three braincells because im a horny slut

countess receives too much love and is confused on how to react

Rasputin's lesser known romp with a much older czarina of russia

Woman's soul leaves body

Jesus and co. are worried after another woman gets pregnant without having sex

bisexual looks at photos of celebrity couples

When you go to the party to socialize with new people but your weirdo friend group starts getting clingy

Jesus cumming

one of those weird church christmas pageants but everybody's drunk

What have I done

Hozier??????????

Jesus assfucks some purple lady being hugged.

This time, the chick IS the magnet

An affair/threesome gone awry (2019 colorized)

What do you mean they canceled GLOW?

“I TOLD you it was cashmere!”

Are you wearing the - - The Gucci dress? Yes I am.

It's not what it looks like!

jesus is fucking that one cheerleader who grew up to be a suburban mom with one (1) super cool dress she stole from her kid who is desperately hugging her middle begging for it back because the spring fling is coming up and jason might actually make eye contact with her for more than three seconds.

jesus and mary magdaline and some other bitch

I’m at a bar and these drunk girls are flirting with me, do I lOOK GAY?!

Shrek 5, jesus's return

c. 2025 First attempt of an Officer and his Wife with a Handmaiden (colourized)

just about all of these are close lol

originally taken from: the Bolshoi Theater’s 1993 staging of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s The Maid of Orléans, featuring Nina Rautio (left) as Joan of Arc and Vyacheslav Pochapsky (right) as Thibaut d’Arc

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Don’t look, I’m still pooping

yall, the audacity of this man. he fuckin talked to me

*i can't even tell you how wrong you are* *it would be insulting to ME*-- closest

Cospeto!

„No I’m not talking to you, you keep cracking bad jokes!“ - „But I got another!“

when you’re mad at him but he says he’ll buy you food if you cheer up

When I’m wallowing in self-pity but my friends won’t comfort me

right: wanna fuck ;) left: yeah, fuck OFF lmao

Her face is screaming “don’t tell me what to do”

Yeah I got nothing

gay man tries to hit on a lesbian bc he thinks she's a twink. she's not amused but she's watching this happen anyway

me tired of MET's bullshit and them organising a Netrebko, known blackface apologist, a recital during Black History Month. (sorry im still fucking salty lol)

"stop smiling at me like that I'm trying to pout over here"

"I got fleas, you got fleas... wanna fuck?"

I have the best idea!

Haha nooooo don’t hit me with that bat you’re so sexxyy

lesbian is bothered by dilf

Me trying to flirt

if call me by your name was hetero and set in america

how many more dad jokes can i take before i explode

So. You’ve gotten yourself in a little pickle again.

What if we fought in the Russian revolution together ✨???????... unless??

Two people flirt in a poor place of town/

"If you ask me what I've got under this dirty, shapeless tunic one more time I swear to god I will kick your rotting teeth in"

You look like ur gonna kill me but ok

Really? You again?

Okay, I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes, do you think it’s safe to—oh god, he’s still there.

Have you seen Godot?

she is tired of everyone’s shit. she has done so many derivatives it physically pains her to see a variable. dont test her. ur icarus rn.

idk pick better pictures-- I HAVE DIED THE SHEER AUDACITY AND HUBRIS I LOVE THIS

200% done with your crap

Homeless man has fucking legs of steel n is gonna show off his Russian dance moves

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2019 staging of Paul Dukas’ Ariane et Barbe-bleue, featuring Sophie Koch (right) as Ariane and I don’t remember who the person on the left is rip me

Responses:

The knight who wore this into battle sure was swaggy

dear god its hiddeous

Capitalism

Knight in shining armour gone even more wrong.

ghost contemplates the safety of spiky motorcycle helmet

„Stop! He feels bullied!“

'this is my newest take for jesus's crucifixion crown ...... what do you mean they already put him up'

That’s probably a really expensive magic helmet idk. IDK-- closest

Omg I love the adventure zone!

minesweeper (windows xp)

"Okay whatever you do don't touch the shiny spiky ball" "It's so shiny I wanna touch it"

Taking down the trash way too late

IT'S NOT A PHASE MOM

Darth Vader got stuck in the freezer.... again. Leia isn’t happy

Star Wars 2030

“And here is the very latest in motorcycle helmet trends” “Look, I only came to the mall for a pair of socks “

futuristic kkk

long-suffering jewelry store attendant really wants to retire

Put it down put it down put it down

“Hmm no you should see a doctor about that”

A weird ass crown is presented

The creation of sars-cov-2: an experimental Eurotrance nightclub art piece gone horribly wrong

How it feels to want something that u cant have

AND WE WILL CALL IT—SPIKE MAN actually do you think that’s too obvious?? Because of the—yeah, because of the spikes?? See, that’s what I’m worried about. I want it to be SCARY

I know it's risky but... lube me up

use the force luke.

that is a weird fleshlight

When you get an ugly gift and need to find a way to get rid of it, so your family member/friend offers to smash it

Touch the orb

originally taken from: the Opera Vlaanderen’s 2019 staging of Fromental Halévy’s La Juive, with Nicole Chevalier (left, with bottle) as Princess Eudoxie, Enea Scala (center, under table) as Prince Léopold, and Roy Cornelius Smith (right) as Éléazar

Responses:

When no one comes to your birthday party :(

fantastic, day 487 of mischief and they have yet to find my masterful hiding spot

i really wonder who he thinks he's playing footsie with

Marriage crisis. Reason sits under the table-- closest but not in the way you think (after all, the man under the table IS a tenor).

the last supper afterparty after jesus left

When you order the last supper on wish

espionage at the Politischer Rosenmontag

Probably the wrong opera but is that Leporello under the table

Now THIS is a Good Friday night

this was every birthday party i went to between the ages of 5 and 11

that awkward moment when you drop your fork under the table but when you re-emerge everyone else has left except one drunk lady and the guy trying to deal with her

After the last supper

Tfw you arrive to the dinner party too early and have to hide until a more fashionable hour

When the cishets aren’t home

waiter hides from customers

Nobody: My dog every time I’m eating:

what's left of the homies Jesus had dinner with

university chem lab experiment gone terribly wrong

I’ve been under the table FOR 30 MINUTES

Set your friends up by tossing them off under the table, they’ll think it’s each other n fall in luv

Someone hids under a table

"You're about to see an surreptitious-under-the-table-dick-sucking master at work"

5 yr old me trying to eat the desert under the table without my parents finding out be like:

They never invite me to their parties!

Just another girl’s night in

Oops! Didn’t notice you the table.

dionysus - bts (2019, colorized)

just a normal episode of eric andre (eric is the one under the table)

Just a normal day with the boys

Thievery

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Le prophète, featuring Kate Aldrich (left, surrounded by women in white) as Fidès and John Osborn (center, looking like a Jesus doppelganger) as Jean de Leyde

Responses:

Hold up, is that Eggman above Jesus?

holy disco

Looks like Tannhäuser. Our lord and saviour Richard Wagner. Now I need to be saved from that.

catholicism

me defending pineapple on pizza (THANK YOU)

jesus but hes about to be abducted by the alien ufo above him

Emmmmmmm Heaven? Idk

Lord of the rings?

ewww christianity gross

"behold, I am Important"

"Seriously?? It's not ACTUALLY pyjama day? Fuck you guys!"

Jesus at the Disco

Jesus Finds The Molerat People Who Live Under Bethlehem

disco is heaven

Want to join my new religion?

the kkk

church christmas pageant where everyone's sober but it's based on the director's fever dream

Am I the only one who sees the giant demon? Just me? Okay...

“Oh god I think I’m starting my period”

A party is held with a priest in the middle

"Let's get this secret Vatican sex party rolling!"

The new avengers endgame set is looking great!!

You know, guys, I try not to be a bother but...I can’t help but feel like I missed a dress code memo for this wedding??? It’s cocktail, right??”

Jesus visits Hogwarts

I must really stink if no one will even come close to me

the extra ass funeral i DESERVE

star wars life day

A cult at it’s best-- closest

Shrek 5, Jesus is still there I guess

originally taken from: the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden’s 2013 staging of Giuseppe Verdi’s Les vêpres siciliennes, featuring Bryan Hymel (left, standing) as Henri, Lianna Haroutounian (center, kneeling in the black gown) as Duchess Hélène, and Erwin Schrott (kneeling to her right) as Jean Procida

Responses:

When the director’s like “great rehearsal guys, just a few notes before I let you go” but it’s already 9:13 and your mom’s waiting in the parking lot

loyalist of subjects

bow before your queen

They forgot to take down the stage boxes after the Vienna opera ball but the show must go on.

somebody forgot to book chairs for this funeral

Me sharing God’s (Hayley koyoko) word on the discord server

mass execution bc the oboe solo sucked ass-- closest

That’s too many black suits I can’t see shit

I can’t even tell what’s going on here

8th grade school assembly about how it's uncool to shit on the walls at school

let's all get fancy so we can go to the opera and sit on the stage (idk this one's hard lol)

"Yes i am a time traveller, now don't freak out"

Tfw you forget to pay your lighting bills

White guys make decisions that will benefit them and screw someone that’s not a white guy over-- OUCH but that is too real (although not really in context here)

dead man gives speech at his own funeral

brotus and the boys ??? last meeting before the stabbing

high society social function ends in mass murder-- right opera, wrong scene

Someone walks into the talent show stage with a dog

Black-dressed bitches worship a man.

Worst school assembly of all time

POV:You're the window in the classroom and someone said "its snowing"

When the conductor shows up fashionably late to the orchestra concert

That's what you get for choosing the cheapest ticket option, get back in the mud where you belong

theyre just trying to jump into a grave at a funeral leabe them alone this is normal

oh my god he really whipped his dick out in front of everyone, this is just like in 1776 guys, except some women are actually in the room this time,

A funeral, stop wearing so much black

I want to slap their bald heads like rice

originally taken from: the Teatro Real Madrid’s 2018 staging of Gaetano Donizetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor, featuring Roberto Tagliavini (right) as Raimondo

Responses:

Crowd “haha!! Looks like someone missed the all-black memo!! Now it’s laugh-in-your-face time! / Guy on the floor (whispering to guy against wall): go, save yourself! I’ll hold them off...”

if i leave now i wont be a witness and can tell the police i had no idea

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Guy in the back pretends to help but is to far away to even know what’s going on.

priest walks in on beginning of an orgy, contemplated joining but is too scared-

when someone brings up capitalism but you’re just trying to play minecraft

lol lets trample this guy while the judge isnt looking

Again. Too many black costumes

Loved this Dostoevsky novel

i would know if opera directors were more creative with clothing choices ngl

me on parties lol

"imma just sneak out of here while everyone else is distracted"

"Where did he get this flooring!? Amazing!"

Everyone act normal!

The tell tale heart but they got REALLY drunk

man tposes to ward off vampires after being caught undercover

boys ???? night

the priest really shouldn't have visited the insane asylum-- closest

He’s FINE everyone’s been hit by a car before

Something happens in a room.

Perks of being a wallflower

There's always that one person in the fight whos trying not to get involved when they really wanna

Oh good, they’re all posing for a Rembrandt painting, I can just sneeeeaaak out the back here...

The gamer livestreaming Resident Evil + everyone watching the stream ? waiting for him to open the door just knowing it will trigger a chase scene

Quick!

the guy t posing in the back is regretting his every decision.-- also accurate

the us senate jumps ted cruz, some other wack ass gop senator is trying to sneak away

...I spoke too soon, however this is a James Bond mission

Queers help fellow queer do math but it's a struggle

#opera #opera tag #results #screencaps #captions #caption #caption this #caption contest #this seems to have gone over well and I am Pleased

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namjoonfluff · 3 years

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The Florist

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

summary: you own a flower shop in London and get to meet lots of interesting customers but none as interesting as Jungkook.

genre: this is pretty fluffy at the moment - tempted to make it a series if people like it and we might get smut or angst!

word count: 1,900 notes: i haven’t edit yet so if things don’t make sense, feel free to come for me in my asks

When you opened up Buds & Blooms last spring, it was partly because of your love of flowers but also your love of people too. You see, you were surrounded by the same beautiful blossoms every day. However, the individuals who entered the shop were exactly that - individuals. Each one completely unique from the others; with different lives, different problems and different reasons for buying flowers.

You had Mrs Norris who popped in every Monday to check out the latest bouquets. Her visits were never about purchasing a bunch but indeed, she was lonely. You would often see her leaving her terraced house, waving goodbye to her dog and shuffling across the street to the shop. Your eyes followed her every move; head bowed to the ground as she manoeuvred the cobbled street. The bell would ring to signal her entrance and you acted as if you hadn’t been expecting her arrival for five minutes now. “Hello, dear,” She would whisper softly across the rows and rows of roses and camellias.

You glanced up from your ribbons and smiled. She didn’t like to start a conversation straight away. Instead, Mrs Norris took a very slow lap around the store before settling upon a bouquet of sunflowers. Her fingers ran across the sunshine petals as she fell into a deep thought.

“Patrick used to buy me these,” Mrs Norris said to herself, looking sadly at the bright bouquet which sat waiting for her. You would never tell her this but you placed them there purposely. Before Mrs Norris’ husband passed away, he paid you to create her a bouquet every week. Even beyond the grave, he was finding a way to keep their love strong. It was enough to make you believe in soulmates!

Soon after, Mr James rushed into the store like usual. No matter what day of the week, it was always just before lunchtime when he threw the door open in a hurry. As his face flushed pink and chest heaved, he briskly walked to find the biggest bouquet he could possibly find. Lucky for him, you always had one prepared for his visits. “What is it this time?” You grinned from behind the counter.

“Forgot-” He said breathlessly. “Forgot the pickles and now I’m getting a bollocking!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the panic on his face. Anytime Mr James and his wife had a slight disagreement, he would rush out to buy her flowers. It was because of him that the flower shop stayed afloat! He must have purchased about fifty bouquets since his wife got pregnant. He was seriously the best husband though.

Plenty more customers popped their heads into the store throughout the day. There was Miss Dean - a teacher from the local school who always needed a fresh arrangement for her classroom. You were also visited by Danny Jones, your next door, shop neighbour. He was always dropping by to offer you some of his luxury coffee. It was disgusting though; the bitter type of coffee that just sat in the back of your throat the whole day! With his cup of hell, he also brought an uncomfortable attempt at flirting. “So, do you ever leave this place?” Danny said, leaning up against the counter. Your eyes twitched as you watched him squash the head of a pink rose from one of your wedding displays. It was a shame you had to be polite in front of customers because you could have slapped him so hard in that moment.

“Well, you know what it’s like running a small business,” You shrugged. “I just wanna keep this place afloat!” He sipped his sludge while raking his eyes up and down your body. It would maybe make sense if you were wearing some kind of body-con, booby dress with heels. Yet, here you were in your favourite pair of mom-jeans and a baggy jumper. “That’s why I have my father involved,” Danny smirks from beyond the cup. “He pays the bills, I just make sure nothing goes wrong!”

You subtly roll your eyes from behind the vase you were plucking flowers from. How could someone get through life like this? You wondered. But you didn’t really have to think for long. He was lucky enough to have his daddy’s investment. Need more beans imported from Dubai? Get Father on the phone! Someone broke the coffee machine again? Well, looks like Daddy’s going to need the call. You were jealous really! After all, you had saved up the money to buy the shop, scrimped and scraped so you could afford the latest till. You had even dipped into your life savings to buy a new sign for the shop. That’s how much you cared about this place! It frustrated you to see someone have it so easy.

“Anyway, do you fancy getting a drink with me?” Danny asked.

“Not if it’s any of that coffee,” You whispered.

“Huh?” He looked up from the flower he had de-petalled just a second ago. You were this close from kicking him out the store!

“I’m okay,” You said shyly. How are you supposed to reject someone nicely? Someone who always gets their own way?

“Are you sure?” Danny’s annoying voice peaked again. “Do you really want to be single and selling flowers all your life?” Actually, yes. That sounded like an absolute dream plan right now! No annoying men trying to make you drink their horrible coffee. Maybe you could have a dog like Mrs Norris. Yes, a dog sounded like a great idea - plus, they are much quieter than men anyway!

“Honestly,” He huffed, bringing you out of the daydream where you’re walking your adorable dachshund around Hyde Park. Fucking idiot! How dare he interrupt you as you and Herbert settle on a park bench for a picnic. “You women confuse me beyond belief,” “You talk about marriage and babies but when a decent guy comes along, you reject him!”

Afraid he was going to start lecturing you on the benefits of marrying into his family, you made sure to place a pot down on the counter - loudly! That should wake him from his own daydream which probably involved an image of you being his trophy wife, feeding him his exuberant coffee beans. “Sorry, Danny,” You said, looking up at the clock. “I’m closing now!”

“No worries! Want me to do the tills for you?” He pointed at your cash register. “You want to make sure you’ve counted all your takings correctly!”

How could someone be so unbearable to be around!

“No,” You said firmly - or as firm as you could make it sound. “I’m okay!”

Despite his resistance, Danny finally left the shop five minutes before closing, leaving behind his stupid cardboard cup. In frustration, you lobbed it at the wall, hitting the space just below the chalkboard which advertises your prices. That was going to leave a mark but you would deal with it tomorrow. The only thing you need right now is to stick your head in a bunch of peonies! Thankfully, you were the owner of a flower shop and so a bouquet of peonies wasn't far away.

Sticking your head into the fresh flowers, you inhale their sweet, earthy scent. They act as a reset button, helping you to remember exactly why you love this job. It was your philosophy that flowers could fix anything. Whether it was a petty argument or full-on heartbreak, buying someone flowers was like putting a metaphorical bandaid on their heart. It wouldn’t fix them, of course! However, it helped the healing process feel a little easier. It was just nice to know someone cared enough to send you flowers. It takes the sting out of any sour experiences. It helps to forget just a little! And as a florist, you were so happy to be a part of making people’s lives better. Even if the shop didn’t make you any money, you would still get up every day at five o’clock and create bouquets and arrangements. This was your biggest passion after all!

“Hello?” A voice enters your ear from across the quiet shop. Shit!

You quickly whip your head around to see a man standing in your door, half smirking and half wondering ‘what the fuck is this girl doing motorboating some flowers!’ Well, at least, you think that must be what’s going through his head. How often do you walk into a shop to see someone with their face buried in flowers. “Sorry, I was just-” You start to explain but you wonder how you’re supposed to explain this to a stranger. Apologies, I just stuck my head in some flowers because this annoying guy keeps hitting on me. It’s not exactly normal person behaviour - the type a complete stranger would understand. “It’s okay,” The man spoke in a soft and calming voice. “I am looking for flowers.” “Well, you have come to the right place,” You gestured to all the flowers around you, which you had yet to stick your face in. “I promise I don’t do that with all the flowers!”

The stranger just laughed and began walking around the shop, admiring all of the flowers you had available at the moment. Completely embarrassed by what just happened, you rushed to the backroom to compose yourself. Oh god, what is my life! Did I really just embarrass myself like in front of some random guy? What must he be thinking right now! Maybe he’s already run out of the store and called the police. Amidst your thoughts, you hear a voice call out saying: “Excuse me!” With the heat from your cheeks slowly dissipating and breath starting to still, you walked back to the front of the shop with confidence. You see the man standing by the bucket of Ranunculus stems, staring down at them intently.

“How can I help?” You smiled, catching the man’s vibrant smile back at you. Now that you’re in touching distance of the stranger, you realise quite how handsome he was. His warm skin was actually glowing - like he was sweating but it was a beautiful kind of sheen that wasn’t gross at all. As if you had made a complete fool of yourself in front of someone as beautiful as him. What an idiot!

“Can you tell me about these?” He said softly and you nodded.

“These flowers are called…” As you explained the history of the flower and its meaning, his deep-brown eyes watched you intently. It was almost hard to keep eye contact with him because every time you looked in his direction, his eyes were staring right at you; full of wonder and intrigue. No one had ever looked at you like that. He even smiled and laughed at your little jokes, which definitely no one ever did! Nobody cared about flowers as much as you do to even understand your jokes. “So, these are perfect in bouquet, wreaths and things like table settings,” You finished with a smile as always. However, it didn’t feel forced like it did with other customers.

“Could I get them in a bouquet to collect tomorrow, please?” The man said quietly. “A mixture of colours, please?”

You nodded. “Of course, can I take a name for my book?”

“It’s Jungkook!” The man smiled as he told you his name. To be honest, you didn’t need to know his name. How could you forget his handsome face after all! You just wanted to know more about him; it was an interesting name - one you definitely would never forget.

#jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jungkook au #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts fic #bts fanfic #btsfanfic #bts smut #jungkookfic #bts #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfiction #theflorist

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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🍇 Bucky and reader listening to Fearless (Taylor's version)

We just realized we haven’t been tagging people in the blurbs we’re making, no wonder why no one’s reading them JDSJDSJ SORRY -Danny

This was a great idea so we did two versions, lol. Mine’s under the cut -Val

(Danny’s version)

“So she dated Joe Jonas, but she broke up with her over the phone?”

“Yeah.”

“And this song is about that?”

“Yup.”

“My God, poor woman,” Bucky leans back on the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I hate men.”

“Don’t we all?” You tilt your head to face him. “And now she’s rerecording her albums because another man stole her work.”

Bucky shakes his head. “In my times we were gentlemen, I don’t know what happened to the kids nowadays, they’re a bunch of little assholes...”

“In your times there was no phone, grandpa,” You snort, “and men would constantly take the credit for women’s work. You just didn’t know it because women had no voice to speak against you.”

“What do you mean you had no voice? Carter was there!”

“Yeah, and she was still disrespected sometimes,” You raise a brow.

“Alright, alright, I’m not gonna start the ‘not all men’ argument, I’m not an idiot,” Bucky makes a vague motion with his hand. “Now shut up and let me listen to Taylor.”

“I thought you only liked 40′s music?” You tease.

“Taylor is timeless, baby.”

"How was your date?" Wanda asks as soon as she sees (Y/N) enter the room. Wanda, Clint, and Natasha are sitting on the couches in front of the television.

(Val’s version)

The girl sighs and sits in an individual armchair.

"Good, I guess."

"Oh-oh. That bad?" Clint asks turning off the tv.

"But you and Trevor have a lot in common and he's a gentleman!" Nat says with a frown. "I thought you would be a nice couple..."

(Y/N) growls sinking her body into the couch.

“Damn it, I thought he was the one. His eyes were beautiful,” adds Wanda.

"Yes, Yes. He’s beautiful, chivalrous,” She thinks for a few minutes and laughs a little. “He’s sensitive and so incredible...” She sings, “He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better...”

The others look at her confused by the change of mood and the melody.

“He opens up my door and I get into his car, and he says,‘You look beautiful tonight’ and I feel perfectly fine...”

"I don't get it," Clint whispers to the girls.

(Y/N) ignores them, she gets up from the couch and continues singing as she walks to her room. The volume of her voice increases in the chorus.

"But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain — And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name! So in love that you act insane! And that's the way I loved YOU!"

Bucky gets out of his room when he recognizes the voice. (Y/N) moves strangely while singing.

"Breakin 'down and coming undone! It's a roller coaster kinda rush —And I never knew I could feel that much — And that's the way I loved you! " The girl points at him and goes into her room, closing the door behind her.

Bucky frowns.

"Hey, Bucky" Wanda greets him, coming to his side. "You heard her?"

"Uh, yeah – what's going on?"

"I'm not sure. We just asked her how her date went and then she started singing."

Hearing the word date, Bucky stiffens but tries his best not to change his expression.

"You should talk to her," says the redhead.

***

"Why do you decide to attack me now?" Tony growls.

"Nobody is talking to you, Tony," says (Y/N).

"Yeah, we're just counting on how many women you were with before Pepper," says Wanda laughing.

"I feel attacked."

"Ok then, after the blonde from Vanity Fair," Wanda points out looking at Pepper.

"Uh, I think he tried to flirt with Natasha when she was undercover," All of them laugh.

“Couldn't you think of anything other than sex, Stark?"

"Oh sure. As if you don't want the same. I don't force anyone, girls,” He argues. “Also, I always made sure they had their clothes clean and sent someone to take them home. I’m not a monster."

Pepper and Wanda laugh out loud and the man looks at them confused.

"Oh, it's like that song, (Y/N)!" says Pepper.

"Mr. ‘Insincere apology so he doesn't look like the bad guy’ He goes about his day

Forgets he ever even heard my name... Well, I thought you might be different than the rest, I guess you're all the same!” The girl sings.

"Hey, whose song is that?"

"What? Reminds you of someone?" Wanda jokes.

"Hello Mr.‘ Perfectly fine’! How's your heart after breakin 'mine? Mr. ‘Always at the right place at the right time,’ baby — Hello Mr. 'Casually cruel' Mr. ‘Everything revolves around you’! I've been Miss 'Misery' since your goodbye...”

“And you're Mr. 'Perfectly fine'!” Now all three sing at the same time.

Tony snorts and walks away.

"I love when he reacts like this," says Pepper.

"Barnes!" Bucky moves the book out of his hands and looks at Tony.

"Now what?"

"What the heck is happening to the girls?"

"Why are you asking me?"

“Oh, I know that (Y/N) is behind all this and now the others are on her side, singing and laughing and attacking me. I don't like it,” He ends.

“And why don't you go to her and ask her to stop? I don't understand why you expect me to talk to her."

“Don't be silly now Barnes, we all know that she has you wrapped around her little finger. So fix this!"

"What? That’s not true!” Bucky defends himself feeling his cheeks burn.

"Fix.This.Now"

***

“There's something 'bout the way... The street looks when it's just rained —There's a glow off the pavement, You walk me to the car And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there, In the middle of the parking lot, Yeah... Oh yeah,” Bucky listens from the other side of the door. He knocks twice and the voice stops.

"Hey, Buck," says (Y/N) her hair is in a bun, she wears a white shirt and shorts. Her breathing is heavy, but she greets him with a huge smile.

"Hey, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I was just-" she points to her room.

"Singing," He smiles, "I noticed."

She blushes a little.

"Uh, what’s up?" She leans against the frame.

“Uh, nothing important, I just wanted to- uh. Talk to you.”

"Okay," she lets him pass and they both sit on her bed. “What do you want to talk about? Another nightmare?"

"No," he fidgets. "The others asked me to talk about something you've done."

She frowns but understands immediately. She rolls her eyes.

"It was Tony, right?"

“Also Clint and Natasha. At first, they didn't tell me anything, but since the time you made Steve flustered and nervous with a song, they asked me to."

She laughs out loud, he does too, it was quite funny to see his friend so red.

“I don't understand what's wrong with it. They’re only songs!"

“Maybe it's the fact that they’re very specific, I don't know. It doesn't bother me either,” He confesses.

"Really?"

They both look directly into each other's eyes.

"Of course not. You have a beautiful voice."

She blushes again.

"Uh, thanks," she laughs nervously. "Do you want to hear more?"

Bucky nods and she connects her phone to her speaker and the song ‘You Belong With me’ starts playing.

Bucky is silent, listening to the music and lets out a laugh when he recognizes that it is the same one that she had sung to Steve. (Y/N) couldn't be happier hearing Bucky laugh.

"Who sings?" He asks. The girl lowers the volume.

“Her name is Taylor Swift. This was one of her first albums, but she has been recording them again due to some problems she had,” She smiles.

"I like it — and it's incredible how you manage to use the songs for any situation,"

She stares at him for a few seconds. She has an idea, but she’s afraid that maybe Bucky doesn't understand it or that he might even make fun of her. But at the same time, she thinks about the lyrics of the song and knows that it is the right one.

"I can think of one for this moment, do you want to hear it?"

"Of course."

She selects the song but keeps the volume low so Bucky can hear her voice.

"It's the one I was listening to before you came in," She adds. She skips the parts as she watches Bucky focus on the lyrics.

"But you're just so cool... Run your hands through your hair,” She brushes Bucky' hair and he stares.

"Absentmindedly makin ' me want you — And I don't know how it gets better than this... You take my hand and drag me head first, Fearless — And I don't know why

But with you I'd dance in a storm, In my best dress —Fearless."

"Wait," Bucky interrupts.

"I feel safe with you, Buck," She says before he can say anything else. "I know there are more songs in which I could tell you how I feel about you, but listening to it... my mind always goes to you. I'm fearless around you. And that's something very useful, you know, because of our work—"

Bucky's lips against hers prevent her from continuing. The kiss is slow, neither realizes that there’s now another background song. Bucky pulls her into sitting on his lap, holds her by the waist, and when they part they’re short of breath. They both smile.

"Can you sing more for me, please?" Bucky whispers into her lips.

"Of course. I have a lot of material,” She jokes.

Requests are still open!

Marvel Taglist.

@poetryislife0715 @skittles-skittles @lauramacch @hufflepuffzutara @yourbonesareinmybody @silenthappyplace @i-am-scared-and-useless-bisexual @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #twoidiots writing #500 followers celebration

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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I Have Never Been Brave

Just a 30-minute “see what I can write in that time” drabble! Angsty and sad, but hey, what else do you read me for?

Tagging @finder-of-rings, @special-spicy-chicken, @spiffythespook, @whumpywhumper, and @bleeding-demon-teeth

CW: References to dehumanization, PTSD, near-flashbacks, but nothing specific

The woman in the grocery store puts a hand on his arm, and Danny nearly recoils before he catches himself.

Don’t pull away. Never flinch.

He swallows against the way his skin crawls even through his heavy sweater - too heavy for the time of year, they say, but even though cold doesn’t bother Danny any longer like it used to, he never really feels warm, either.

Malnourishment, the doctors say. Four years of never eating enough, of Abraham making sure he didn’t have enough to keep him healthy. He’s started putting on weight but it’s not enough, not yet, and the doctors make him go back once a month to get weighed again.

Patrick’s private doctors are nice enough to Danny - he’s known them his whole life - but they don’t know what to do with what happened to him, with what he is now. And he won’t let them look at everything, like the doctors in Canada did.

That had been an emergency. Danny hadn’t been entirely himself yet, had still been drifting back and forth between someone else and himself, depending on whether or not Nate was nearby.

“Excuse me,” The woman asks him in a tremulous voice. She’s older, way older than Dr. Rosa, and she’s perfectly harmless.

And still Danny swallows back fear at her touch.

“Are you the young Michaelson boy? From the news?”

Danny shifts, uncomfortably. Beside him, Ryan’s been engrossed in staring at two different brands of chicken broth, trying to figure out which one has less sodium. Ryan’s head snaps up, and he moves closer immediately.

The woman’s hand is still on Danny’s arm. “Y-Yes,” Danny whispers. “That’s me.” His face was in the paper, Mom said. Corrine had called excited because they’d run her quote, and mentioned the company.

They had printed the photo of Danny walking in, flanked by Nate and Ryan, noticeably, significantly taller than the both of them. With Ryan’s scarf wrapped around his neck, in the coat that used to fit and now hung off of him, with his wavy hair still a little too long, he’d looked like Sherlock Holmes from TV. At least, Ryan said so. Danny thought he just looked sort of homeless, but like, homeless with a lot of money for clothes.

But they’d run his picture in the paper, even though he didn’t want them to.

No one ever asked.

Daniel Michaelson Makes a Stand: Survivor Stares Down Abraham Denner in Sensational Sentencing Hearing

Had it been sensational? Danny didn’t know. But Corrine had been excited to see a positive mention of the company and all their hard work, all the money they’d paid for search parties, how they never gave up.

Danny fights an older, harder version of himself that hisses, you gave the fuck up a long time ago.

Instead, he reminds himself to be grateful that they had ever looked at all. You have to be grateful, and he could have had so much less than he did. He could have had nothing at all, he could have stayed in the system until he aged out, he could have never come home. He could have never had Ryan.

You have to be grateful for every gift you are given

“I won’t keep you long,” The old woman says, squeezing his arm, and Danny doesn’t whine, or whimper, or beg, but he can’t quite keep the urge to do all of those things at once from the back of his mind.

Please stop touchig me

Ryan steps serenely and gracefully around him, reaching out with his hand. “Ryan Michaelson, I’m Danny’s younger brother. Can we help you?”

She pulls away from Danny to shake Ryan’s hand and Danny breathes out all at once. Ryan is close to him, so close, but never quite touches him, not even the slightest brush. Danny shifts around so he’s a little more behind his brother, even though the idea of hiding behind him is ridiculous when Ryan is several inches shorter than he is and Danny towers over everyone, even more noticeable with how skinny he is.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Michaelson. I suppose I can’t call both of you Mr. Michaelson, but ah well, that’ll do for now.” The old woman pats Ryan with her other hand while still holding his. Her eyes, a pale, slightly rheumy gray, meet Danny’s again and he manages a slightly more sincere smile for her even as his heart pounds inside his chest.

I don’t trust you, I can’t trust anyone, everyone looks at me

“You can call me Ryan,” His brother says smoothly. “I don’t mind that at all. Danny and I were just grabbing a few things for dinner tonight, and we’re in a bit of a hurry-”

“Oh, of course, of course. I just wanted to say… well.” She turns back to Danny. “You’re a very brave young man, aren’t you?”

(what a good brave boy you are)

Danny blinks, surprised enough for a second that he doesn’t remember to be afraid of her. “I am?”

“Of course, love. Going in there, that was very brave of you. You showed quite a bit of gumption and courage, young man. That’s rare in your generation-”

Ryan’s face didn’t move, but Danny, with the ancient knowledge all brothers share, could feel him resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

“-and it should be spoken of, when you see it. I’ll be on my way now, love, but I just wanted to let you know that there were plenty out there proud to see you stand up so tall even when-”

(I’m so proud of you, puppy, you did so good coming here to see me-… get your hands off me, I’m talking to my dog-… listen, Red, listen to me, sweet thing-… it’s not over between us, you understand?)

She had finished her sentence but Danny hadn’t heard it, had instead seen Abraham’s eyes when they left his and went to Nate, and the way it had felt when Nate reached right back over the wooden barrier to grab Danny’s hand and hold so tightly it ached, but Danny held on, too.

(I love you, baby - I love you and I’ll find you, I’ll find you, Nate, I’ll come back for you, you’re almost ready, I’ll never leave you alone)

“Thank you so much,” Ryan says, covering over Danny’s glazed eyes, leaning over to give her hand a pat with his own. “But if you don’t mind, we really are running late for dinner-”

“Oh, of course, of course. Stay strong, young man,” The old woman called to him, and moved away.

Danny still stood like a statue, but he understood that she had meant no harm, and it was nice of her to speak to him, really. It was nice, that there were people out there who wanted to know he was doing okay. It was nice, and it was fine, and he was grateful.

You have to be grateful.

“You okay, Danny?” Ryan murmured to him, and Danny shook his head.

“My, um.” He shifted closer to his brother, unconsciously, and caught Ryan’s honeyed eyes with his own. “My name is, is Red, my name is Red.”

One his hands went up to rub at his face, to find the scar in his jaw, rub at it, remind himself.

Ryan let out a long, slow sigh, and nodded. “Okay, Red. Do you still want to get the stuff for dinner or should we just go?”

Danny’s hands began to shake. “You… you have to decide, I can’t, I can’t make that, I can’t do that, puppies don’t-”

(puppies don’t get to choose)

“I get it,” Ryan cut him off, eyes moving back and forth to see if anyone else had noticed or heard. “Let’s go, D-… let’s go, Red. Let’s just go home, I’ll call out for pizza or something. It’s no big deal. Let’s just go.”

When Ryan takes his arm in his hand, Danny doesn’t stop him.

He doesn’t flinch, or pull away.

“Maybe Nate can pull you back out,” Ryan mutters to himself, and Danny wants to apologize for himself, for everything he is, but he can’t, because Abraham’s voice inside his head is too loud, too much.

(how many rules have you broken today?)

“My name is Red,” Danny whispers as they pass through the automatic doors into the warm sunshine outside, and everyone else is wearing T-shirts but Danny shivers in his heavy sweater. “My name is Red and I’m being good.”

“I know, man, I know,” Ryan says, but it’s gentle, and there’s no sign of the annoyance or impatience Danny knows he has to feel.

Please, I’m sorry, but I can’t get him out of my head, I’m sorry, I’m sorry sorry sorry

“I’ll try harder next time,” Danny says softly, following Ryan, who leads him by the arm like a parent with a worried child. “I’ll be good, next time, okay? I’ll try harder, I’ll do better, I can, I can be good, Ryan, I’m sorry-”

“No apologies, okay?” Ryan stops him by the car. “No apologies. Today’s just a bad day, don’t apologize for that. We’ll get back up and maybe tomorrow will be a Danny day, okay?”

Danny nods, slowly, and when Ryan opens the door he folds himself into the passenger seat, worrying his hands together, rubbing at his scars.

I have never been brave.

(what a good brave boy you are)

He just wished they would stop looking, that was all.

If they’d stop looking at him, maybe he could forget what he is.

“My name is Red,” he whispers as Ryan crosses around to the other side of the car. “And I belong to Abraham Denner.”

#whump #recovery whump #conditioning #pet whump #dehumanization #broken whumpee #Daniel Michaelson's story #trauma recovery #tw: PTSD #this actually hits on something about long term trauma victims I've thought about before

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So, in one of your posts you mentioned that you could write a lot about the different contexts in which Danny introduces himself as Danny vs. the Iron Fist. Is there any chance we could ever read those thoughts. Thank you so much for running such an amazing blog; I love it.

I want to preface this with a general statement and apology:

This blog has slowed down a bit in the last… year? Ish? Possibly longer? And this is because life has gotten much more hectic for a variety of reasons. My wonderful co-blogger has been busy enough that she doesn’t really have time to blog anymore, and my life has been fairly chaotic as well. There are messages in the inbox that have been there for a really long time (this one included), and I want to assure you that they will be answered, and that this blog does, in fact, still welcome questions! Thank you all so much for your patience, hello to any new followers, keep on Daredevilling, wash your hands… and now, let’s talk about our boy Danny!

(Context: The post being referenced is this one.)

MCU Danny’s overall story arc orbited around concepts of identity. The entire first season of Iron Fist is an identity quest– Danny returns to Earth, has his identity as Danny Rand stripped away and fights to reclaim it, has his identity as the Iron Fist challenged and fights to defend that, and then is faced with the question of how to balance both of those identities– his adherence to the honor and duties of being the Iron Fist, but informed by his sensibilities and past life as Danny Rand. At the end of the season, he makes the wise choice to return to K’un-Lun to continue his training, to focus more on his role as an Immortal Weapon, only to discover that… something horrible has happened to his home. The truth of what actually happened to K’un-Lun was a mystery that was never answered, and remains for me one of these shows’ most frustrating cliffhangers. But regardless, this discovery is a bomb dropped in the middle of his identity quest. He believes his home was invaded, and it’s notable that his traumatic nightmares of his parents’ deaths are replaced by nightmares of K’un-Lun’s destruction. He feels he cannot fully claim the title of Iron Fist anymore because he has failed in his duties. He has failed his family, his home, the people he was supposed to protect. But he also clings to that identity more tightly than ever as he commits every moment of his life to righting that wrong, to fixing this unforgivable mistake. He is angry and grieving when we see him in The Defenders, his identity a painful, mixed-up thing, and this fact has to be taken into account as we look at the ways Danny introduces himself in that show.

Overall, my feeling is that I’m thinking a lot more about this than the writers were, but hey, it’s still fun to examine. Let’s take a look…

[ID: A screenshot of Danny Rand and Colleen Wing in a dark, green-tinged tunnel, kneeling next to an injured man (Shaft, a member of the Chaste).]

Danny (subtitle): “My name is Danny. I’m hunting members of the Hand.”

This, his first introduction in the show, is a telling one. He is here in a professional capacity as the Iron Fist, doing strictly Iron Fist business (hunting the Hand), fully embodying that identity, yet he doesn’t introduce himself as such. Instead, he’s just “Danny”. (Note: not “Danny Rand”. Danny’s association with the name Rand is another complicated topic that I’ll get back to later.) This is in spite of the fact that he has reason to assume, given that Shaft knows about the Hand, that he would know about the Iron Fist legacy as well.

This can be taken a few different ways. It’s possible that he’s using Danny as just as shorthand; it’s more personal, and he may want to put Shaft at ease by using his civilian name. Or, at this early stage, having now suffered yet another failure of being unable to protect Shaft, it could be reflective of the fact that he doesn’t feel worthy of the title. He is shocked when Shaft recognizes him as the Iron Fist– maybe because he didn’t think Shaft would be so informed, maybe because he is embarrassed and ashamed to be addressed as such.

[ID: Screenshot of Danny standing in Colleen’s dojo, arms folded, looking intensely sincere. He is speaking to Luke Cage (off-screen).]

Danny: “I’m the Immortal Iron Fist.”

And here we have the exact opposite. The above scene with Shaft is very intimate, personal, emotional. Danny is avoiding his Iron Fist identity, downplaying himself. Everything is very quiet and desperate and genuine.

Here, though… Danny is wearing a mask. He is introducing himself in a succinct, summarizing way; projecting an image, providing information. His personal feelings about his identity are completely absent from this scene, because no way in hell is he going to reveal that vulnerable side of himself to someone he barely knows and doesn’t trust (yet). He is also reacting to Luke’s behavior, which up until this point has been dismissive at best, violent at worst. Luke is a sore spot here: a person who Danny initially thought was working with the Hand, and who he struggled to beat in a fight. If Danny was ashamed before, he is extra humiliated now, standing in front of Luke and being scoffed at (“Oh, this is a joke. Come on”).

And so he presents himself as the powerful, in-control Iron Fist he doesn’t actually believe himself to be (“I can answer myself” etc.), throws down a Clif-Notes version of his backstory so Luke can understand who he is, what he was doing when they first met, and why he is a trustworthy ally/asset, and introduces himself with the most formal, intimidating version of his title. Danny is recovering from a bruised ego, and wants the unpleasantness out of the way so that he can continue with his mission– and if Luke is capable of helping, then he wants to make that connection with as little angst and fuss as possible. He needs Luke to know that he is the Iron Fist, even if he doesn’t feel like he actually is.

[ID: Screenshot of Danny strolling into the lobby of Midland Circle, wearing a business suit.]

Receptionist: “Name, please.”

Danny: “Daniel Rand, of Rand Enterprises.”

Having seen one mask, we now get to see the other– this one much more fabricated, though he pulls it off with STYLE. (That swagger! I love this scene.) This is Business Danny at his Business Danny-est: Daniel Rand of Rand Enterprises, wearing a tie and everything. Danny is not a businessperson, as he himself says. He has never been a businessperson. He has never wanted to be a businessperson. And, as he also readily admits, he is not a very good businessperson. But it’s a mask he tried on in IF Season One for identity quest purposes– to tether himself to the Rand name, his civilian identity, which was his sole remaining connection to Earth and which the Meachums were trying to rip away from him– and it’s a mask he now dons again, this time as a weapon against the Hand. His introduction here is just as much of a necessary facade as his introduction to Luke was in the previous example, but this one lacks the emotional baggage.

[ID: The same scene as previous; Danny is smirking coldly at the Midland Circle receptionist.]

Receptionist: “Are they expecting you?”

Danny: “[Chuckles softly] Not like this.”

Okay, sorry, I always say this when discussing this scene, but… DANG. Get ‘em.

[ID: Screenshot of Danny standing in a white-walled Midland Circle conference room, hands folded in front of him, his back to an open door. A whole bunch of people in suits are sitting at a long conference table in front of him, watching him speak.”

Danny: “My name is Danny Rand.”

The charade continues (though note the switch from “Daniel” to “Danny”. He is being just as formal and fake here, but he’s never really been a “Daniel” and it’s possible he says it without thinking). I talked about this moment in detail in the original post, regarding Danny’s strategy and the challenges he faces as his plan starts to go awry, so I won’t repeat myself here, but I will point out that Danny keeps this mask on for as long as he can, even after revealing that he knows they are the Hand, even after Alexandra shows up and starts behaving condescendingly toward him. He embodies the Danny Rand of Rand Enterprises identity for as long as possible, so that they don’t see him as a physical threat until he wants them to, and so that when the moment arrives, it can be as impactful as it needs to be. He wants them off their guard, unsettled, frightened.

[ID: A close-up of Danny from the shoulders up, same scene as above. He is resolute.]

Danny: “I am the Immortal Iron Fist, weapon of K’un-Lun.”

I think this is genuine. Yes, it’s a shock-and-awe tactic to tell the Hand who they’re really dealing with, but I also think that in this moment, Danny rediscovers some of his confidence. He believes that, after all of his shame and failures, he has found a plan that will work. He has finally tracked down the Hand, he has breached their defenses in a way they were not expecting, and he believes that he can now destroy them. And then he gets emotional. This is about honor and vengeance, and they need to know who it’s coming from and what they are paying for. “I am the Immortal Iron Fist, weapon of K’un-Lun”– he is retaking his ownership as defender of his city, because he needs to, because he believes he finally can. He has conviction in his identity as the Iron Fist for the first time since the last few episodes of his solo show. And man, it hurts so much to find out that he is wrong.

[ID: Screenshot of Danny, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, and Matt Murdock (in civvies with a grey scarf tied over his face), standing in a tight circle in a dimly-lit room (a restaurant). Danny is talking to Jessica.]

Danny: “Hey, I’m, uh… I’m Danny.”

Jessica: “Jessica.”

Here is our final scene of Danny introductions: the team dinner, in which he introduces himself to Jessica, and tries to do the same to Matt (who is being grumpy and incognito and therefore is unreceptive to introductions). This one doesn’t have the emotional complexity of the previous examples– Danny is super cheerful and endearing here, delighted to meet these other superheroes and to have found more allies, and he introduces himself with a healthy, informal “Danny”. The beginning of the team-up is the start of the breakdown of his character arc, but it’s a very cute scene regardless– a glimpse of the happy, well-adjusted (or at least adequately repressed) Danny that we had not seen in the MCU at this point since the beginning of IF Season One.

[ID: The same scene. The four of them are standing around a plate-laden table. Matt is leaning intently toward Danny with his hands on his hips, listening to him speak.]

Danny: “Sworn protector of K’un-Lun.”

Part of Danny’s relaxed-ness comes from his belief, again, that with these new allies, his revenge quest is achievable. He is also clearly relieved to have help. He introduces himself as just “Danny” initially– using the most informal and least baggage-laden version of his identity, forming a personal connection with them– and then introduces himself as the Immortal Iron Fist, “sworn protector of K’un-Lun” later, when he starts explaining his role in the fight against the Hand. He is very relaxed about referring to himself in this way here, partly because– again– his sense of self and security has been bolstered, he is feeling good and hopeful, and also, it’s just necessary context that he knows he needs to provide. Specifically, he refers to himself as such to Matt, because he has gathered at this point that Matt has Chaste connections, and therefore assumes that he knows about the Iron Fist legacy. Little does he suspect that overly-emotional Matt failed out of Chaste School before learning any of the important backstory, and is therefore clueless.

[ID: Screenshot of Misty Knight looking over Luke’s shoulder at something that clearly upsets her.]

Danny (off-screen): “You got a chair?”

Please indulge me for just a second: Am I bitter that we didn’t see Danny properly introduce himself to Misty? Am I bitter that their relationship was almost entirely neglected in these shows? Yes, just a little.

Anyway…

Overall, Danny’s emotional arc in this show suffered for the sake of the team-up, and I feel like there is not as much significance in these introductions– these shorthands for Danny’s identity struggles– as there should have been/would have been if this were his show. That said, I do think they are important, and I loved digging into this. Danny’s journey is one of my favorites out of all of the Netflix Marvel protagonists, and I love taking it apart and examining it.

Again, I’m sorry this post was so long delayed, and thank you for the question!

#apple-grass-and-smiles #Netflix Defenders #Iron Fist #Danny Rand #Asks #Commentary

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alicedoessurveys · 3 years

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Doctor Who Tag

yes im a nerd...

CHILDHOOD

1. Did you like DW as a child?

I was 10 when it came back on telly with Eccleston and the first episode with the autons scared me so much my mom wouldn't let me watch it again until a couple years later, but yeah my teens I was obsessed with DW... still am at age 25

2. Your age at the time of the revival?

3. First DW episode you ever saw?

‘Rose’

4. Did you have any of the toys?

I still have the eleventh doctor’s screwdriver... I used to have some of the figures but there in storage now somewhere

5. Which DW character did you play on the playground?

didn't play it on the playground

6. Monster(s) that scared you most as a child?

all of them! the ones that still scare me now are the Cybermen and the Autons... genuinely cant walk past a shop mannequin without being suspicious

7. Joke/story you didn’t get as a kid?

as a kid, any of the innuendo type jokes

8. DW opinion that has changed since you were a kid?

idk I think I still have the same opinions

9. Who introduced you to DW?

parents

10. Did you like Sarah Jane Adventures as a child?

I LOVED SJA!! I miss that show, and Elizabeth Slade :(

DOCTOR

11. Who is your Doctor?

Ten was the doctor that made me fall in love with Doctor Who

12. Your favourite Doctor?

omg why not just ask me who my favourite child is... (I don't have kids but you know what I mean) if I had to chose my top three are ten, eleven and thirteen

13. Least favourite Doctor?

purely just because he doesn't have enough episodes... nine...

14. Best regeneration?

none of them I hate regenerations :( they make me sad, im too emotionally invested in every single one

15. Do you like “Doctor-Lite” episodes?

they're not my faves

16. Who is the most human Doctor?

I think nine maybe? or twelve?

17. Best multi-Doctor story?

the 50th anniversary special

18. Best Doctor monologue?

“Hello Stonehenge! who takes the pandorica, takes the universe. but bad news everyone, cause guess who? HA! You lot you're all whizzing about- its really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I AM TALKING. Question of the hour is, who's got the pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question, who's coming to take it from me? Come on, look at me! No plan. No backup. No weapons worth a damn. oh and something else, I don't have anything to lose. So, if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns and you've got any plans on taking the pandorica tonight... just remember who's standing in your way. remember ever black day I ever stopped you and then- AND THEN- do the smart thing... let somebody else try first.”

not copied and pasted, remember that from the top of my head... its always there waiting in my mind incase I ever need an epic monologue :’)

19, What do you think TenToo/MetaCrisis Doctor is doing now?

hopefully living his best life with Rose

20. Best Doctor/companion pairing?

ten and donna

COMPANIONS

21. Favourite companion?

Donna, Clara, Amy

22. Favourite secondary companion?

is Mickey classed as secondary? idk

23. Least favourite companion?

Ryan

24. Best TARDIS Team?

Doctor, Amy and Rory

25. Most underrated companion?

Graham, but that may just be cause I love Bradders

26. Most overrated companion?

Rose... I like her but idk, I think she gets more hype than she deserves.. don't @ me

27. Favourite companion’s family?

Rose’s mom

28. Who should have been a companion but wasn’t?

idk I cant think of anyone

29. Favourite (canon or non-canon) DW universe relationship?

Amy and Rory

30. Who did you not used to like, but really like now?

wasn't keen on Bill at first but by the end I really liked her, same with Rory

EPISODES

31. Favourite episode ever?

girl in the fireplace

32. Least favourite episode?

most of Chibnall’s episodes tbh sorry not sorry

33. Which episodes do you skip?

the regeneration episodes

34. Best two-parter?

Human Nature - Family of Blood

35. Historical, present day or futuristic episodes?

I like them all in there own way but I think present is fave, then historical, then future

36. Episode that will always make you smile?

all of them

37. Episode that will always make you cry?

Rory and Amy’s last episode :’(

38. Best run of episodes?

ugh I cant answer this theres too many

39. Best cliffhanger?

the end of Spyfall part one when the Master reveals who he is... I was SHOOK

40. Favourite Christmas special?

Voyage of the Damned

SERIES

41. Classic Who or New Who?

new who

42. Favourite series?

four or five

43. Least favourite series?

eleven, I just cant with the writing

44. Which series do you skip?

none

45. Favourite series opening?

eleventh hour

46. Favourite series finale?

Doomsday

47. Best series arc?

Bad Wolf

48. Thoughts on series 11/12?

I adore Jodie Whittaker and her doctor, and although I think 3 companions is too many I do love Yaz and Graham (Ryan is hit & miss). I just think theyve been massively let down by the stories/writing... they’ve tried to hard to tick certain boxes and completely missed what Doctor Who is about for a lot of people.. an escape from the real world into these outrageous unbelievable but lovable fun alien adventures

49. How much of Classic Who have you seen?

not a lot

50. Who should have had another series?

NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE

MONSTERS

51. Favourite monster/villain?

the master

52. Most creative monster?

Weeping Angels, whoever came up with monsters that look like statues and only move when you're not looking at them is genius

53. Monster(s) that scares you most?

Autons, Cybermen, the creepy dolls from Night Terrors, the ones from Waters of Mars, Weeping Angels

54. Monster you think is too easy to defeat?

idk

55. Least favourite monster/villain?

absorbaloff

56. Monster you want to return?

The Master, I really hope that isn't the last we see of Dhawan

57. In your opinion, what makes a monster good?

being genuinely scary,

58. Daleks, Cybermen or Weeping Angels?

Weeping Angels

59. Best Dalek story?

Daleks in Manhatten

60. Best one time villain/monster?

my brain has gone blank I cant think of an answer right now

ADDITIONAL MATERIAL

61. Torchwood or Sarah Jane Adventures?

SJA

62. Favourite Torchwood Team member?

I haven't watched it all so I couldn't say

63. Which Torchwood death made you saddest?

again, not watched it all

64. Do you rewatch COE or MD?

huh

65. Favourite SJA Team member?

Sarah Jane

66. Mr Smith or K-9?

K-9

67. Maria or Rani?

Rani

68. Do you read the comics/novels or listen to Big Finish?

Nope

69. If you do, your favourite additional stories?

n/a

70. Do you like DW analysis (video essays, fan theories, etc)?

yes

DESIGN/PRODUCTION

71. Favourite piece of alien tech?

the sonic, I love how it is so multipurpose except for when it comes to wood

72. Favourite piece of Murray Gold music?

I am the Doctor - gets me pumped every time

73. Favourite TARDIS design?

Ten’s Tardis

74. Has the 2005 era CGI aged well?

actually yeah, I was rewatching the ‘are you my mummy’ episodes the other day and my God when the gas masks emerged from the faces... ooooooof I was like omg how

75. Favourite Doctor outfit?

eleven or thirteen

76. Monster with the best design?

not really a design more of a costume.. I live Dhawan master’s costume. that shade of purple, oof he so stylish

77. Best show runner?

idk

78. Best writer?

Gatiss

79. Best opening titles?

eleven’s titles where the Tardis is flying and being zapped is cool but thirteens music hits different

80. Will DW age well/stay popular in the future?

I hope so, I feel like its lasted this long surely it can last forever.. if the writers don't fuck it up...

IF YOU WERE IN THE SHOW

81. Time period you’d want to go with the Doctor?

whatever time means Id get to wear the most beautiful costumes

82. Planet/place you’d want to go with the Doctor?

Galifrey, pre-desctruction

83. Doctor you’d most like to travel with?

any of them, please and thank you

84. Companion you’d most like to travel with?

donna, sceso a good laugh but also I feel like she’d look after me

85. Monster you’d like to defeat/fight?

The Master

86. If you could go back on your own history (like Father’s Day), where would you go?

back to when I was a toddler, I wanna see what I was like

87. If you could ask the Doctor anything, what would you ask?

theres too many to ask

88. Historical figure you’d like to meet?

Shakespeare

89. How do you think you’d meet the Doctor?

id probably be rescued from doing something stupid and then the doc would be like you know what the bitch clearly needs supervision she's coming with me

90. Would you travel forwards or backwards in time first?

backwards

IF YOU MADE THE SHOW

91. Historical event would you like to see in DW?

Hamilton

92. Issue you’d like to see addressed in DW?

idk

93. Who would you completely erase from the DW universe?

Ruth

94. One unanswered DW question you’d love to know the answer to?

where is Clara now?

95. Actor/actress you’d like to see play the Doctor?

Phoebe Waller Bridge (or Lin Manuel Miranda)

96. Actor/actress you’d like to see play a companion?

Andrew Scott (yes I did just basically recast fleabag and hot priest)

97. Is DW “too political”?

series 11 got a bit like that

98. Which characters fate would you changed?

Danny Pink

99. What about DW could be improved?

I think ive made my options about Chibnall pretty clear...

100. If you could write an episode of DW, any ideas for what you’d do

bring back Jenny, the Doctor / Daughter adventures they would have. I’m actually writing a fic about it if you wanna read.... here

#doctor who #tag #doctor who tag #doctor who questions #survey

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thelittlesttimelord · 4 years

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The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor Chapter 20

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor Chapter 20 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 20/? SUMMARY: The Doctor’s death is looming on the horizon and Elise is growing every day. What the Doctor doesn’t know is that he has 200 years to teach Elise all he knows. Amy, Rory, and River let Elise in on their secret, because River knows she will keep it. What will Elise do when he’s gone?

River walked down the corridor of Stormcage dressed in Regency era clothing as alarms went off around her. She picked up the guard’s phone. “Oh, turn it off. I'm breaking in, not out. This is River Song, back in her cell.”

The alarms stopped going off.

“Oh, and I'll take breakfast at the usual time. Thank you.”

She hung up and saw two figures standing there.

One was smaller and the other was dressed like a Roman.

“Oh, are you boys dressing up as Romans now? I thought nobody read my memos,” River said.

They stepped out of the shadows.

It was Rory and Elise.

“Doctor Song. It's Rory. Sorry, have we met yet?” he asked, “Time streams. I'm not quite sure where we are.”

“Yes. Yes, we've met. Hello, Rory. Hello, Ellie.”

Elise had grown once again in her absence.

“What's wrong?” Rory asked.

River let out a shuddering breath. “It's my birthday. The Doctor took me ice skating on the River Thames in 1814, the last of the great Frost Fairs. He got Stevie Wonder to sing for me under London Bridge. And of course you were there, little star.”

“Stevie Wonder sang in 1814?”

“Yes, he did. But you must never tell him.”

“We've come from the Doctor too.”

“Yes, but at a different point in time.”

“Unless there's two of them.”

River smirked. “Now, that's a whole different birthday.” She pulled out her diary as Rory said, “He needs you.”

River found the entry she was looking for. “Demon's Run.”

“How…how did you know?” Rory asked.

“I'm from his future. I always know. Why on Earth are you wearing that?” “The Doctor's idea.”

“Of course. His rules of engagement. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”

“…Look ridiculous.”

“Have you considered heels?”

“They've taken Amy. And our baby. The Doctor's getting some people together. We're going after her, but he needs you, too.”

“I can't. Not yet, anyway.”

“I'm sorry?”

“This is the Battle of Demon's Run. The Doctor's darkest hour. He'll rise higher than ever before and then fall so much further, and I can't be with him till the very end.”

“Why not?”

“Because this is it. This is the day he finds out who I am.”

“Come on, Elise. She’s obviously not going to help.”

Rory stalked off, back to the TARDIS.

“I’m sorry,” River told Elise.

“Happy birthday, mum.”

“Thank you, little star.”

Elise ran after Rory.

“Was that Rory I saw?” a voice asked.

River turned to face the redhead. “Yes, it was. What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to visit you on your birthday? I’m hurt.”

River laughed and hugged the redhead.

They sat down on River’s bed.

“Now, tell me what’s been happening.”

“Well, it all started when…”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The TARDIS landed and they split up.

“Elise, go with Vastra and Jenny,” the Doctor told her.

Elise had been rather fascinated with Vastra, even though her first interaction with the Silurians had been less than pleasant.

They made their way to the control room and surprised the two men at the controls.

“Go on, resist. I am ever so hungry,” Vastra threatened.

“Now, dear. Which button controls the lights?” Jenny asked.

One of the men pointed and Jenny pressed that button, causing all the lights to go out. They gave the Doctor enough time to execute his plan, then turned the lights back on. Vastra and Jenny tied up the two men.

“Clever, isn't he?” Jenny asked as they watched the soldiers and the Headless Monks kill each other.

“And rather attractive,” Vastra added.

“You do realize he's a man, don't you, ma'am?”

“Mammals. They all look alike.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Elise laughed. They were just like River and her father. She hoped she found someone she could banter with like that one day.

“Was I being insensitive again, dear? I don't know why you put up with me,” Vastra said.

“Vastra!” Elise yelled, seeing one of the soldiers going for the door lock.

Vastra spun around and stung him with her tongue like Alaya had done to Mac.

“Stop. Wait. Listen to me,” the commander said, “I am disarming my weapon pack. Monks, I do this in good faith. I am now unarmed. All of you, discharge your weapon packs. The Doctor is trying to make fools of us. We are soldiers of God. We are not fools. We are not fools. We are not fools. We are not fools.”

The soldiers and him repeated the phrase over and over again.

“Colonel Manton is regaining control,” Vastra said.

“Where's the Doctor gone?” Jenny asked.

Strax appeared next to Manton. “This base is now under our command.”

“I have a fleet out there. If Demon's Run goes down, there's an automatic distress call.”

“Not if we knock out your communications array. And you've got incoming…” the Doctor said.

“Danny Boy to the Doctor. Danny Boy to the Doctor.”

It was the Spitfires!

“Give 'em hell, Danny Boy.”

“Target destroyed.”

“Yes!” Elise cheered, clapping.

Vastra smiled at the small Timelord. Elise was beaming from ear to ear and her eyes were sparkling.

The Doctor joined them in the control room. “What did you think?”

“That was amazing!” Elise praised him.

The two high-fived.

The Doctor sat in the chair while they waited for Colonel Manton. He was marched in by Strax at gunpoint.

“All airlocks sealed. Resistance neutralized.”

“Sorry, Colonel Manton. I lied. Three minutes forty two seconds,” the Doctor said.

“Colonel Manton, you will give the order for your men to withdraw,” Strax ordered.

“No. Colonel Manton, I want you to tell your men to run away.”

“You what?”

“Those words. Run away. I want you to be famous for those exact words. I want people to call you Colonel Run Away. I want children laughing outside your door, because they've found the house of Colonel Run Away.” The Doctor stood up and got in his face. “And, when people come to you, and ask if trying to get to me through the people I love…is in any way a good idea, I want you to tell them your name. Oh, look, I'm angry. That's new. I'm really not sure what's going to happen now.”

A woman’s voice spoke. “The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules.”

The Doctor turned.

It was the eye-patch lady Amy spoke about.

“Good men don't need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many,” the Doctor said.

“Give the order. Give the order, Colonel Run Away,” the woman told him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When they came to the room where Amy was being held, they found Amy and Rory kissing while crying.

“Ew, kissing and crying. I'll…I'll be back in a bit,” the Doctor said.

Elise agreed. They turned to leave when Rory said, “Oi, you two. Get in here, now.” They came down steps and walked over to Amy, Rory, and their baby.

“My daughter. What do you think?” Rory asked.

The Doctor smiled. “Hello. Hello, baby.”

Rory knelt down so Elise could see her.

“She’s so tiny!” Elise said.

“Melody,” Amy told them.

“Melody? Hello, Melody Pond,” the Doctor said.

“Melody Williams,” Rory corrected.

“…Is a geography teacher. Melody Pond is a superhero,” Amy said.

The Doctor sniffed Amy. “Well yes, I suppose she does smell nice. Never really sniffed her. Maybe I should give it a go. Amelia Pond, come here.”

The two of them hugged.

“Doctor.”

“I'm sorry we were so long.”

“It's okay. I knew you were coming. Both of you. My boys.”

“Oi!” Elise said.

Amy laughed. “And you, little miss.”

“It's okay. She's still all yours. And really, you should call her mummy, not big milk thing. And it’s Elise, not Blue Eyes.”

“Okay, what are you doing?” Amy asked.

“I speak Baby.”

“No, you don't.”

“I speak everything, don't I, Melody Pond?” The Doctor messed with his bowtie. “No, it's not. It’s cool.”

Amy laughed.

Vastra entered the room. “Doctor? Take a look. They're leaving. Demon's Run is ours without a drop of blood spilled. My friend, you have never risen higher.”

River’s words echoed in Rory and Elise’s head.

He'll rise higher than ever before and then fall so much further.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Doctor parked the TARDIS and Rory, Amy, and Melody immediately left.

Evidently, Melody didn’t like the TARDIS noise.

“Is Melody gonna travel with us?” Elise asked as the Doctor carried a wooden cot. She wouldn’t stop asking questions about Melody.

“Maybe not until she’s older.”

“So does this mean she’s like my cousin or something?”

“Well not technically.”

“So, just a friend then?”

“Open the other door, would you?”

Elise opened the other door and the Doctor carried the cot out.

“She's not hungry, she's tired. Sorry, Melody, they're just not listening,” he said.

“What's this? Melody?” Amy asked.

“Very pretty, according to your daughter.”

“It's a…it's a cot,” Rory said.

“No flies on the Roman. Give her here,” the Doctor said.

Amy handed Melody to the Doctor. “Hey, there we go.”

The Doctor placed her in the cot.

“But where would you get a cot?” Rory asked.

“It's old. Really old. Doctor, er, do you have children?” Amy asked, “Besides Elise.”

Elise was too old to have even slept in it.

“No.”

“Have you ever had children?”

The Doctor ignored the question. “No, it's real. It's my hair.”

“Who slept in here?”

“Doctor, we need you in the main control room,” Vastra said over the intercom.

“Be right there! Things to do. I've still got to work out what this base is for. We can't leave till we know.” He started to walk off, but Amy went after him.

“But this is where I was? The whole time I thought I was on the TARDIS, I was really here?” she asked.

“Er, Centurion, permission to hug?”

“Be aware, I do have a sword,” Rory said.

“At all times.”

They hugged.

“You were on the TARDIS, too. Your heart, your mind, your soul. But physically, yes, you were still in this place.”

“And when I saw that face looking through the hatch, that woman looking at me.”

“Reality bleeding through. They must have taken you quite a while back. Just before America.”

“That's probably enough hugging now,” Rory told him.

The Doctor pulled away.

“So her Flesh avatar was with us all that time. But that means they were projecting a control signal right into the TARDIS wherever we were in time and space,” Rory said.

“Yeah, they're very clever,” the Doctor said.

“Who are?” Amy asked.

“Whoever wants our baby,” Rory said.

“But why do they want her?”

“Exactly,” the Doctor said.

“Is there anything you're not telling us?” Rory asked, “You knew Amy wasn't real. You never said.”

“Well, I couldn't be sure they weren't listening.” The Doctor started to walk off.

“But you always hold out on us. Please, not this time. Doctor, it's our baby. Tell us something. One little thing,” Amy said.

“It's mine,” the Doctor told them.

“What is?” Rory asked.

“The cot. It's my cot. I slept in there.” He smiled and left them with their baby and Elise, who hadn’t taken her eyes off Melody.

“Oh, my God. It's the Doctor's first stars,” Amy said. Amy wiped Melody’s face with the prayer leaf Lorna had given her.

“Drop your weapons. State your rank and intent,” Strax said, “I found it listening at the door.”

It was the soldier from earlier.

Lorna.

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silver--storms · 4 years

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Portland

Okay Sammy Anon here it is, sorry it took me so long I just wasn’t happy with my original draft so I started over. I hope you like where I went with it.

Shoutout to my babe @sparrowof-thedawn for being my Bae-ta. ;)

Warnings: None, it’s so fluffy it’ll rot your teeth.

WC: 3.8k

It was a Saturday afternoon, you were in your apartment lounging on the couch, waiting for a new video to upload to your YouTube channel, when you receive a message on your instagram.

Hello y/n, I am writing you on behalf of Greta Van Fleet. Jake Kiszka recently listened to your debut EP, which he shared with the band, and they really liked what they heard. The band is playing a ten show run across the West Coast in a month and their opening act had to cancel. We wanted to extend the opportunity to you to join them. Please get back to us as soon as possible to make arrangements, if you are interested in accepting this invitation. Thank you.

You sat there, heart pounding out of your chest, in shock at the thought of Greta Van Fleet even knowing you existed, let alone liking your music.

Without hesitation, or even taking a moment to process what you just read, you accepted the offer.

Grinning ear to ear, you called your mom telling her the news.

“I’m so for you happy y/n, but are you ready for what comes with this? At most the largest crowd you’ve played for has been 200 tops.”

You felt the air leave your body “Oh my god, you’re right. What did I just say yes to?”

You spent the next few weeks practicing five hours every day to nail down a small setlist and different elements you could incorporate into some sort of stage presence. Going as far as recording yourself for hours on end, mercilessly criticizing yourself, trying for perfection.

You went shopping with your best friend Alix to find some outfits that were easily interchangeable to add variety to your stage clothes without having to travel with multiple bags. You picked things like a colorful sparkly blazer, some see through button up blouses and, of course, the staple ripped black skinny jean that Jake Kiszka himself would approve of.

The day came to fly out to Portland to meet the band before your first show the next day. You were relieved when you found out you had a day before jumping right into the shows to be able to get to know them.

When you arrived at Portland International Airport everything was going to plan, you even made it there a few minutes early. However things took a turn when you arrived at the baggage claim to find out the airline had lost your luggage. You were mortified, as this only left you with your guitar and carry on bag containing just the essentials.

Panicked and filled with anxiety, you left your contact information with the airline in case your bags turned up in the next day or so that you’d be in the area. But you knew it was unlikely they’d find the luggage in time for your first show tomorrow night.

You exited the airport and searched for the description the band’s management gave you of your driver and the license plate number. There was no driver fitting the description, no one holding a sign and no matching plate.

You tried to calm yourself down “Maybe he is running late, I am a couple minutes early, wait it out.”

You waited for another thirty minutes before you broke down and called the manager, with no success. You spiraled into full blown panic as you hailed a cab and gave them the address of the hotel you and the band were staying at.

When you arrived at the hotel you were over an hour late. Heart racing, you hustled into the lobby heading for the front desk.

As you checked in with the clerk, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror off to the side of the desk. You looked rough, hair disheveled and makeup smeared from tears of frustration you had tried to suppress in the back of the cab on the way here.

All checked in you grabbed the key to your room and stepped over to the mirror to quickly try to freshen up your appearance. Fussing with your hair and reapplying some lipstick in an attempt to salvage any chance of a good first impression.

“This is as good as it’s going to get” you mutter to yourself.

Just then you heard familiar voices as you glanced over your shoulder. You saw the twins, Josh and Jake sitting at the hotel bar laughing about something between themselves.

Your hands began to shake as you grabbed your guitar and carry on, quickly walking towards the bar, when you collided with a boy.

You watched as your guitar slid out of your hands, flying into the air, when the boy lurched forward, almost diving, to catch the guitar inches from the ground.

“Holy shit!” you let out a sigh of relief as you practically snatched your guitar back, holding it close to your chest.

You looked up at the boy “Thank yo-” you stopped mid-sentence when you realized who he was, Sam Kiszka, the youngest of the band.

You were starstruck and at a loss of words. You never really gave Sam much thought. But being inches from him, you finally took him in.

You found yourself in a daze, staring into his bedroom eyes. You were completely mesmerized.

You felt your face growing warm and palms become sweaty “Oh my god, hi, I’m so sorry I ran into you like that, I really need to pay more attenti-”

Sam interrupted you “It’s okay, no worries.” he laughed. “I’m Sam, I’m assuming you’re y/n?”

You smiled at the fact he knew your name “Yes, it’s nice to meet you. I was just heading over to introduce myself to your brothers at the bar.”

Sam waved his arm motioning towards the bar “After you”.

Sam introduced you to his brothers, Jake and Josh, who were everything you thought they’d be. Jake, who was more timid, but very sweet. Where Josh was very vocal and had this passion behind each word. The four of you made polite small talk, Jake complimenting your EP and you expressing how excited you were to be here.

“Wait, where are the rest of your bags?” said Josh.

You let out a defeated sigh “Well you see…” you explained the trials and tribulations of the baggage claim disaster and the no-show driver to which the boys all apologized for the mix up with the transportation. “Yeah it just sucks because I’m not sure what I’m going to wear now for tomorrow’s show.”

Jake said he’d talk to management and see if there was anything they could do for you.

Josh stood up from the bar “Well let’s go up to the rooms, we have to wake up Danny anyways, he’s only been napping for over two hours.” He rolled his eyes.

As you entered the elevator, Sam offered to take your carry on, swinging it over his shoulder “You know, we have a couple interviews lined up for this afternoon, but after that I think we’re free?”

You looked at Sam with a confused expression.

“Portland has some of the best thrift shops, we could always hit a couple to find you some new stage clothes.”

You noticed Josh crossed his arms and exchanged looks with Jake smiling at each other. Before you dissect what they were thinking the elevator arrived at your floor, turning your attention back to Sam “Yeah, that sounds great!” Sam smiled at you as the elevator came to a stop.

As soon as the door opened Josh bolted and ran down the hall to their room to bust through the door, screaming at Danny to wake up.

Within seconds Josh retreated back into the hall, with his arms up in defense as Danny appeared running at him into the hallway with a pillow raised in his hand, screaming “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!”

Before Danny could land his blow to Josh’s head, Sam loudly cleared his throat, “Guys!” in a strained deep tone.

Danny turned to look behind him and laughed, dropping the pillow, walking over to introduce himself to you “Sorry, sometimes I just want to kill him. Trust me at the end of this tour, you will too.”

You laughed looking at Josh rolling his eyes behind Danny’s back.

The band had to get ready for their interviews and said their goodbyes. You entered your room, surprised by how big it was, but mostly taken aback by the view of the city. Stepping onto the balcony you breathed in deep, feeling like you should pinch yourself that this is actually happening.

Later that evening you were drying your hair after taking a quick shower when you heard a knock on your door. Peering out the peephole it was Sam, you felt your stomach flutter, opening the door slowly.

“Hey” Sam said smiling at you.

“Oh, hey, come in” giving him a half smile as you felt a little self conscious being makeup free with damp messy hair.

Sam stepped into the room “Are you ready to go?”

You looked down at yourself in your sweats, “Uhh…”

Sam chuckled “Need a few minutes?”

You felt your face get hot again “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t expect you guys to get back so quickly. Meet you downstairs in ten minutes?”

Stepping off of the elevator you spotted Sam sitting in a chair across the lobby, he waved at you, which made your heart skip.

“Hey, sorry, hopefully I didn’t take too long.”

He smiled, “You’re fine. Ready?”

You nodded but suddenly noticed he was alone “Wait, where’s everyone else?”

Sam started walking towards the door casually said “Oh, Josh and Jake already had plans to check out a local brewery and Danny’s girlfriend flew in a couple hours ago.”

Suddenly you felt very nervous, not in a bad way, just having the whole band with you was far less intimidating than just you and Sam alone together exploring different shops across the city. Nethertheless you felt an unfamiliar excitement grow within you.

Sam said he was taking you to downtown Portland to a couple of his favorite shops.

“You’re bound to find something that will work for tomorrow and we can figure out the rest later.” he said, but you were too lost to really pay attention to what he was saying.

You tried to play it cool, not wanting him to notice you studying him in the taxi. The way he held himself, the way his skin seemed to glow, his high cheekbones and perfectly arched eyebrows.

You always thought you were more into Jake, considering your mutual love for guitar, but there was something about Sam that lingered in your mind. Maybe it was how calm and collected he seemed, but not in a cold or intimidating way. He was warm and welcoming, like you’d have known each other for years versus the couple hours you’d spent together looking through racks of clothes.

“Ohh, this is it y/n!” Sam yelled across the store as he held up a bright purple polka dot fur vest with tassels hanging off the sides “This will really make a statement” he said sarcastically

“Oh yeah, that will definitely make a lasting impression, a real show stopper” you quipped back at him. You both laughed and smiled at each other.

You were starting to get frustrated not being able to find anything when Sam walked over to you holding a deep maroon dress.

“How about this” he held it up in front of you.

The dress had a subtle sparkle to it with bell sleeves and lace on top, something straight out of Stevie Nicks wardrobe.

Your face lit up “Oh Sam, it’s perfect. I love it!”

Sam smiled brightly “Why don’t you try it on, make sure it works”

You headed to the dressing room and slipped the dress on, it fit perfectly, like a glove. You admired your cleavage and the way it hugged your hips just right. Your worries about losing your luggage started to fade away, but you weren’t sure if it’s because Sam had found you the perfect dress or if this meant you got to have these little thrift store adventures with Sam throughout the tour.

As you were lost in thought Sam tapped on the door “Did it work?”

“Yes, it’s absolutely perfect”, you laughed in reply.

There was a moment of silence “Well…can I see?”

You felt your face get flushed as you slowly opened the door. Sam was standing directly outside, his eyes got wide and his mouth slightly dropped open as he stuttered.

“uh…Wow, yeah it looks great. I think it’s a keeper.”

You smiled coyly “Thanks, I’ll get changed and we can head out.”

Sam and you couldn’t stop talking the entire way back to the hotel. Everything from food, to different countries he’s visited, his favorite bands and of course you had to ask about the no shoe policy.

As you pull up to the hotel Sam quickly got out of the cab and ran over to your side opening your door for you.

You laughed loudly at him “Oh, Samuel, you’re such a gentleman. Thank you.”

He beamed at you, looking rather pleased with himself “So I’ve been told.”

As you were walking together to your room things suddenly shifted, an unspoken tension between the two of you, you started to feel nervous. The conversation between the two of you sort of died out and were mostly quiet the whole way up until you got in front of your rooms

“So this is it, I’ll see you bright and early?”

You nodded “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll try to not let the nerves get me and actually get some rest.”

Sam chuckled “You’ll be okay, promise” as he started to walk away you lightly grabbed his arm

“Thank you, by the way, you really didn’t have to do that tonight.”

Sam’s face scrunched up with confusion “Do what?”

Your hand remained on his arm “Helping me find new stage clothes, I really appreciate you taking the time out.”

Sam smirked and took a step towards you, your heart feeling like it was about to explode inside of your chest. Sam started to say something when Jake opened the door of the boys room and peaked out at the two of you standing inches from each other.

“I thought I heard voices.” You smiled at Jake and back up at Sam as he started to back up and walk towards Jake.

“Sweet dreams” he said joining Jake in their room.

You entered your room and collapsed on your bed replaying the night in your head trying to dissect every moment. You sighed as you rationalized that Sam was probably just being nice and you were getting ahead of yourself. You decided to head to bed to be well rested for the long day ahead of your tomorrow.

The next morning you all headed to the venue and started to run through your sets. Soundcheck went well and you were feeling okay about the show, however when it was an hour before you took the stage your nerves really started to get the best of you.

The band was finishing up with a pre-show meet and greet with some fans who had VIP passes so they weren’t available to talk you down. You felt hot and like you might vomit as the time inched closer.

With only twenty minutes left, you decided to peak out at the crowd from the side of the stage, instantly you knew that was a terrible idea. Looking out you couldn’t tell where the crowd started and came to an end.

Feeling like you might pass out, hot and sweaty, you needed to do something to cool yourself down. You headed to the refreshment table and grabbed some ice, dabbing it over your face and chest. The whole while taking deep breaths to center yourself.

After a few minutes, you felt yourself starting to calm down when you heard footsteps behind you.

“You okay?” turning around it was Sam with a warm smile, embarrassed you chucked the ice in the garbage next to you.

“Yeah, I guess” you said sheepishly “I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed, how do you do this every night?”

Sam laughed “Well, to be fair it’s not every night, but it does get easier”

You smirked “I hope so.”

Sam motioned for you to follow him over to a set of chairs “Look, I used to feel the same way when we first started doing live shows. Honestly, sometimes I’d get sick right before going on stage.”

You were shocked he admitted that “Wow, really?”

Sam nodded looking a little embarrassed “Yeah, really, it was awful.” Sam moved his knees in closer to you, lightly brushing them agaisnt yours “The thing you have to remember is that if you fuck up, the crowd will have no idea, only you will. You choose how you react to it, so just play it off. That’s one of the best things about being an up and coming artist, they have no idea what to expect from you more than you from them, so use it.”

You instantly felt the tension release from your body but before you could respond to his sweet words the stage manager yelled your name and waved you over, you got up.

Sam followed you to the side of the stage, handed you your guitar and said “Good luck and try to have fun.” as he gave you a light shove onto the stage.

You walked out on stage stopping halfway to turn back and smile at him as he gave you a thumbs up. You laughed at him mouthing the words “Thank you” and he nodded.

You strummed the first few notes of your opening song and after that it was all a blur. You felt electrified to play in front of that many people and you lost yourself in the energy of the night.

Catching glances here and there from Sam, who watched from the sidelines your whole set. You knew this tour was going to be the best few weeks of your life, especially with someone like Sam cheering you on.

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keeperoftheboys · 5 years

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Dangerous: Billy Hargrove X Henderson Sister

Story Summary: (Set in Season Two Episode 2). Billy is taken by Noelle Henderson, the smart, confident best friend to Nancy. When he sees her at Tina’s Halloween party that night. He knows he’s in for it.

Warnings: PG 13 (Crying, Mild Cursing, Drinking)

Story Type: One Shot

Requested: Nope :)

To be fair Billy had no idea Noelle Henderson was off limits. All he saw was the pretty girl with the wild hair from his math class walking home from school in tears. For a moment his cold heart warmed and he began to slow his car down next to her.

“Noelle Henderson, I need to chat with you after the bell rings. As for the rest of you, I expect you’ll spend the evening beginning the new chapter homework, and reviewing your test grades.” The bell rang and everybody bolted out of their seats leaving in their wake spare papers and a few pencils rolling across the floor.

“You wanted to speak with me, Mr. Avery?”

“Yes, It’s about your last test grade. There’s a reason I didn’t hand yours back with the rest of the class. You failed.”

“I what?”

“Noelle, It became clear to me that someone cheated off your test. You must know that we have a zero tolerance policy for cheating so you understand that I had to fail you.”

“Mr. Avery, are you kidding me, you do know I would never purposely let someone cheat off of me, right? I’m trying to get into Stanford and USC, I struggle enough in math as it is, it’s my one non-honors class. I can’t fail this test.”

“You also can't let people cheat.”

“I didn’t!”

“There’s nothing I can do. Here’s your test, just know I expected better of you.” Mr. Avery handed me my test, a large’ F’ was scribbled across the top of the page in bright red ink with a frowning face, as if I didn’t already feel bad. I had to leave the room quickly, hot tears welled in my eyes and my cheeks flushed. I quickly stopped at my locker grabbing my books before beginning my walk home. I had never received an ‘F’ before, not even in math but there it was, the page slowly becoming wet from my dramatic tears.

-- “What are you doing?” Max looked over at her brother who had slowed his car down to a near stop, something he hardly ever did, especially after having nearly just ran over the boys.

“Max get in the backseat.”

“No.”

Billy gave the girl a firm look “Max. Do it.” She grunted, tossing her skateboard and her backpack in the backseat before climbing back herself. Noelle was walking slow, something new to Billy. It seemed as if she always walked fast with a purpose, speeding from one class to the next.

“Noelle!” Billy rolled his window down and slowly drove next to her, she ignored him. In the backseat, Max did everything she could to hide her laughter. “Hey, Noelle!”

“What?” Noelle turned to the car, an annoyed glare appearing behind her tears.

“Why is such a pretty face like yours covered in tears? Did a boy to this to you? Was it your friend Steve?”

“Boys have nothing to do with my tears. Besides its none of your business.”

“Come on, get in, I’ll give you a ride home.”

“You don’t know where I live.”

“You can tell me.”

“I have two legs for walking, thanks though.”

“Noelle.”

“Billy, how do you even know my name. I’m not exactly your type.”

“And what type is that?”

“Dangerous.” With that Noelle began walking faster.

Billy laughed, “Noelle Henderson, stop being stubborn and get in my damn car.”

~:~

I rolled my eyes and against all better judgment stopped to get into Billy Hargrove’s car. I figured I was having a bad day as it was so why not make it worse? Maybe I was a glutton for punishment.

As soon as I was seated Billy started with the questions. “Now, why are you crying.”

“I’m not.” He reached out to touch my cheek as if to use my tears as evidence, but I quickly slapped his hand away, “Careful, I bite.” That earned a giggle from the girl in the back seat. I turned to her and smiled, “Noelle.” I said sticking my hand out for a shake.

“Max.” She shook my hand.

“So you’ll introduce yourself to her but you won’t give me the time of day?”

“Us girls gotta stick together isn’t that right Max. Besides Billy, I’m in your car now aren't I?”

Billy rolled his eyes before putting his car in gear. “Where do you live?”

I gave him instructions and the car was silent for a moment. “Someone cheated off of me in math class and Mr. Avery gave me an F on the test for it. I’m trying to get into college and I can’t afford a low grade on a test. I need straight A’s and I already struggle in math I just don’t get it. Now someone fucked up my whole 10-year plan and I don’t know what to do. What if I don’t get into Stanford or USC what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to make it?” As I confessed this the tears started again.

Billy gently laughed, “You have a 10-year plan?”

“Yeah I have a fucking 10-year plan, do you think I want to stay in Indiana my whole life? I want to move to California. I want to run my own business, I want to make something of myself. Now I’m in your car crying my eyes out and making myself look like an ass.”

“You’re not making yourself look like an ass.”

We turned down my street and I instructed Billy to stop a few houses away from my own. I gathered my things and slid out of the car, angrily brushing the tears off my face. “Thanks for the ride.”

“You going to that party tonight?”

“Do I look like someone who goes to parties BIlly?”

“No. You look like someone who could use one though.”

I scoffed. “Gee, thanks.”

“Come on, if I see you there we can share a drink.”

“Okay Billy,” I rolled my eyes, “If I see you there we’ll share a drink.” With that, he started his Camaro and roared down the street. I had to admit, he was a little bit attractive, especially in that car. I walked the rest of the way to my house and tossed my backpack on the floor in the living room.

“Noelle! Nancy called for you! She wants you to call her back.” My mom was in the kitchen pouring a bag of candy into a large Halloween bowl holding mews at the same time. “She wants you to go to that Tina girl’s party! I think you should too!”

“What? Mom, you can’t be encouraging me to go to a party.”

“Sure honey, go have some fun! Dusty can’t have all the fun on Halloween.”

“Whatever mom.” I laughed leaving her in the kitchen to prep for the trick-or-treaters.

“I got your tire fixed while you were at school, get dressed up, go to that party and have some fun!”

“Alright fine! I’ll go!”

Once in my room, I decided on what to wear. Something different, something fun. I pulled nearly half of my clothes out of my closet before deciding on going with Sandy from the end of Grease, a classic. I pulled on a tight pair of leather pants, a black off-the-shoulder top, red heels and a big blet. Although Dusty and I had a close relationship we only shared our curly hair when it came to looks. I took after my father, standing taller and thinner than my mother and brother, I thought I made a pretty good Sandy and since it was the only costume I could throw together I figured it would have to work.

Dustin and I stopped for dinner together before I dropped him off to go trick-or-treating and made my way to the party. I parked down the block to conceal my car and refresh my lipstick before heading into the lion's den.

The party was loud, and in full swing when I arrived. My main objective was to find Nancy, when I did I regretted it immediately. She was already tipsy.

“Noelle!” You came! And you look hot!”

“I always look hot Nancy.” I laughed, hugging her and Steve. “I was told by several people today that I could ‘use a party’.”

“You can, you’re an uptight bitch.” Steve smirked.

“And you’re a bully.” I playfully bumped Steve’s arm before turning away from the duo. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going to find a quiet corner to hide in.”

I made my way through the crowd saying hello to a few people and earning a “she actually came to a party from a few others.”

Finally, I found my way to the kitchen where I sat on a counter with a bowl of pretzels and a cup of ‘fuel’.

“Well, well, well. Noelle Henderson actually came to the party.” Billy sauntered up to me clearly buzzing. He stopped at my knees placing his hands on either side of my hips.

“Billy! What a surprise! I thought you’d be completely wasted already” I looked over his attire, taking notice of his bare chest and open jacket. “Nice costume.”

“I should tell you the same thing. Sandy huh? Is that because you're a good girl going bad?”

I rolled my eyes at his flirting. “Sure Billy, but only if you’ll be my Danny.” I hopped off the counter my chest touching his. “So you better shape up.” I winked at him before pushing his chest away. He caught my wrist in his hand smiling devilishly when my cheeks flushed.

“You owe me a drink good girl.”

“It looks like you’ve already had a lot to drink Mr. Keg King, and I’m already drinking.” I wagged my cup in his face, to be truthful I already had a buzz of my own.

“I’m perfectly fine, and you could use a shot.” With that, he grabbed a bottle off the counter and found two clean empty cups. “Here,” he said, pouring me a shot. “Drink up, good girl.”

I groaned taking the cup from him and tapping it against his own. “Cheers.” With that I downed the drink and smiled at Billy wiping my face with the back of my hand as ‘Crazy on You’ came on.

“That’s more like it.”

“So what, are you going to ask me to dance or not?” I was surprised by my own confidence. Billy grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living room where everyone was dancing.

“I thought you weren’t a bad girl?” Billy leaned forward to talk to me, whispering in my ear.

“Good girls can’t dance?”

“Not like that”

I shrugged and turned around slowly shaking my hips with a smirk on my face. “I’m full of surprises Billy.” He caught my hips with his hands and pulled me into him.

“You lied earlier today.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You lied when you said you weren't my type.”

“Oh, and what’s your type?”

“Dangerous.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 5 years

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The Drunken Lie

Hello! By popular demand, this is a sequel to ‘The Sober Truth’. T rating.

Thank you for reading!

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Ellie rolled her eyes, following Hardy up the path to his front door as they bickered. She’d entirely lost the thread of the ‘discussion’, more focused on disagreeing with him for the sake of riling him up. While once it would have been for the enjoyment she got from listening to him rant and rave in that Scottish accent, now it served a... better purpose.

She licked her lips.

“All I’m saying is,” he snarled, yanking open his sliding door, “don’t make promises I have no intention or interest in keeping! Just because you’ve got a bleeding heart-”

Hardy cut himself off, staring inside the door at his house, and she frowned. Leaning to the side she peeked around him, smiling even as her heart fell, their plans evaporating into smoke. “Daisy! What’re you doing here?”

Nudging her stunned partner out of the way she bustled inside, greeting the girl with a well-received warm hug. The teenager had cut and dyed her hair since the last time she’d been back to Broadchurch, and Ellie admired the short, straight, fluorescent pink hair. “This looks lovely!”

“Thanks, Ellie,” Daisy grinned, raising a curious eyebrow at her father. “I’m trying not to be insulted by how disappointed you are to see me, Dad.”

“Of course I’m happy to see you,” he recovered, hugging her close and shooting Ellie an apologetic look when his daughter couldn’t see. “But, erm, why are you here?”

He led her to the couch, Ellie dithering in the doorway, unwilling to interrupt but sorry to lose, among other things, her dinner date.

“I… needed a favor. From both of you,” Daisy added, when Ellie moved to leave.

“Anything,” she promised, perching on the arm of the chair while Hardy settled next to his daughter.

Hardy shot her an exasperated look of warning, before turning his gaze on the teenager. “Are you in trouble? Or… trouble?”

“What? No! And, no! Dad! Jeez,” Daisy complained, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “Come on!”

“I just… wasn’t expecting you. What’s going on?”

The teenager took a deep breath, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Um, remember how Mum’s getting married?”

“Yes,” he said shortly, and Ellie nodded in agreement, biting her lip to hide a smile. She honestly couldn’t care less about Tess’s impending wedding, but the initial news had been what had pushed her and Hardy together – for that, she’d like to thank her. Maybe.

Well, probably not.

“So, I’m supposed to be in the wedding, give her away, whatever.”

“Okay?”

Daisy fidgeted with a ring on her middle finger, turning the band and sliding it off and on. “Well, I just found out why they’re getting married.” She gave them both a significant look, one Ellie caught and understood immediately, shaking her head with a soft sigh. She could hardly judge though; it was the same reason her own marriage had come to be.

“Why’s that?”

Poor, clueless bloke, Ellie snorted, and he glanced between the women, confused, while they shared an eye-roll.

“She’s pregnant.” Daisy broke it gently, and Ellie watched his expression carefully only to see the confusion clear, with no hint of longing or regret.

“That’s nice,” he said neutrally.

His daughter shook her head, pink hair bouncing with the movement. “Not really – I sort of flipped out on her. Turns out it’s made her introspective, wants to ‘heal the wounds of the past’, so this new kid can… I dunno, have a place in my life or something. That’s what she wants at least.”

A gnawing feeling started low in Ellie’s gut as she realized what the favor was likely to be, and already wondering how she would keep Hardy from losing his mind.

“What d’you need with us, then? An excuse not to go?” He didn’t seem to have gotten it yet.

Daisy shook her head slowly. “I, uh, told her I refused to go if you weren’t there.”

There it is.

“And?” Hardy’s expression turned thunderous, steam practically coming out of his ears and making Ellie wince.

“She called my bluff,” she said miserably. “Said ‘fine, whatever, he can come – though he’ll be at the farthest table.’ And I said… well, I told her that you wouldn’t come without your fiancée,” Daisy’s voice trailed off, and she offered her father a tentative smile.

“My fiancée?”

Ellie groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Daisy had the good sense to look ashamed. “I didn’t think she’d go for it, I was trying to be unreasonable!”

“Well, tell her you’ve thought about it and you’re a big girl, you don’t need Dad there with you.” Hardy was unsympathetic, though Ellie noticed he steadfastly refused to look at her, focusing on his daughter a bit too intently to be genuine.

“I can’t do that! Dad, please?”

“Is that how I’m involved?” Ellie asked, trying to divert Daisy’s attention away from her father for a moment so he could rein in his anger. “You said that I was…”

Daisy nodded. “Sorry, I know it’s not like that between you, but… it would really mean a lot. If nothing else, it’s a free night away, and they’re doing it all posh. You won’t know anyone but us, and you’ll never see any of them again.”

“I know them all!”

She waved dismissively, not even glancing back at him. “This isn’t about you. Chloe’ll be there too, but she already knows about the ruse so that’s not a problem. Please? Don’t make me go alone.”

Ellie sighed, but was unable to deny pleading eyes. “All right. When is it?”

Daisy winced. “This Saturday.”

It was Thursday evening. Hardy looked ready to have a stroke.

“Daisy!”

In the end, it was easier to sneak away than they'd first feared. They already had the weekend off, and if her vague explanation led her father to assume it was a work trip, so much the better.

They left the office at three on Friday, Ellie behind the wheel as they headed northeast. Despite the last time having been a good five years earlier, the drive to Sandbrook was almost like muscle memory. Of course, she thought, checking on Daisy in the backseat via the rearview mirror, this is a much different trip.

It was funny, how much had changed. Then, Hardy had been terribly ill and downtrodden, borderline hopeless, and Ellie's rage had been about the only thing she could feel.

Now Hardy was healthy, his daughter's love doing as much for his heart as the pacemaker. Ellie… she had found peace, had moved on. Joe rarely plagued her dreams, and she looked forward now, not back. The man beside her had quite a bit to do with that, even before they had started their relationship a few weeks earlier.

"I know you're not thrilled about this," Ellie said quietly, double checking the mirror to make sure Daisy was distracted with her earbuds and smartphone, "but consider how this is good."

"What good could possibly come from this?" her partner grumbled from the passenger seat, turning his head to do his own check on his daughter. It hadn’t been discussed, but Ellie was a detective – it was clear enough that he hadn’t shared his new relationship status with the teenager, one who was already upset enough about her mother’s remarriage.

She hummed. "For one, we actually get to spend the entire night together. And not just 'cause we're stuck at work. In a bed and everything."

Hardy's eyebrows rose as he considered that. "True. First time." He swept his eyes over her, sparking a low burn of desire to flood her belly.

"Free cake. I looked the place they're having it up - easily £150 a plate."

His expression fell to a scowl and he went back to staring out the window. After a minute he said softly, "You realize basically everyone at this wedding will know who I am, right?"

She did, but tried for levity anyway. "Someone certainly thinks a lot of himself."

"They'll all know about the case, and the affair, and how clueless I was about both," he ignored her. "How my incompetence let not one, but two child-killers escape justice."

"We got the Ashworths, and Ricky Gillespie. They'll all rot in prison for decades."

He smiled sardonically. "Most of the guests will be friends and co-workers. They'll all know about- Danny."

Ellie's breath caught - she hadn't even considered that possibility. Then she rallied. "Well, if they're gossiping about me then they're too busy to talk about you," she shrugged, knowing her would-be casual air wasn't fooling him.

"Miller-"

“We’re a team,” she cut him off firmly. “Who cares what people you haven’t seen in seven years think of you. And remember, we’re here for Daisy, to make this easier on her. So no matter what happens, we will focus on her. Hang the rest of them.”

When he didn’t answer she glanced in his direction, wondering if she’d somehow over stepped, only to find him gazing lovingly at her.

“What?”

“Sometimes you know exactly the right thing to say,” Hardy murmured, reaching out to brush his fingertips against her cheek and over her ear. “You’re right – this is for her.”

“And the free hotel room.”

“Aye, and that.” His expression lightened, turning teasing and a bit naughty. “You, me, two nights alone… anything can happen.”

Ellie laughed softly. “I hope you know I have high expectations.”

“Me too.”

They shared a promising grin, and despite his daughter in the backseat not knowing about their deepening relationship she felt free. Free to be coy and flirty, to bask in her new relationship. To feel like a woman, instead of just the exhausted mother/daughter/employee rut she’d been in. To wear a pretty dress, and touch her lover boyfriend significant other in public, be seen together.

She pressed a little heavier on the gas pedal, pushing the car forward. She couldn’t wait.

“Really, Daisy, it’s fine,” Ellie promised, as they stood in the doorway to Ellie and Hardy’s room. “You should be in your room closer to the rest of the wedding party. We’ll be fine.”

“But won’t it be awkward sharing a room?” Daisy hissed, keeping her voice low as she looked around for other potential guests.

Hardy let out an annoyed sigh. “Daiz, we’re adults. It’s fine. You have stuff to do with the wedding. We will see you in the morning, yeah?”

The girl nodded slowly, biting her lip. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” they said in chorus, Ellie trying to rein in her delight at being so close to being alone with her boyfriend in a room with a bed. And a lock. “I promise,” she said more moderately, hoping she didn’t look at happy as she felt. “Now, run along. Your mum’s waiting.”

“Breakfast is until ten. See you then,” Daisy said reluctantly, trudging back towards the lift. Her room was a floor up and farther down the hall, near the rest of the wedding party, while Ellie and Hardy’s was as far from Tess and Daisy’s as they could discreetly manage.

They waited until the doors closed on her to enter the room, setting their bags down by the wall and surveying the single king bed.

“Such a shame they couldn’t get us those double beds,” she smirked, crossing her arms and turning to him. “However will we cope?”

“We’re adults, I’m sure we can share it in an adult manner,” Hardy’s eyes twinkled, and he pulled her close, their arms wrapping around each other. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

He kissed her leisurely, the promise of the night to come making her blood sing. “We’re finally alone,” he husked out, hands smoothing along her side. “What do you want to do? Dinner? We could get a drink?”

Ellie was hardly a passive participant, and she hummed, starting on the buttons of his shirt. “I could use a nap.”

“Oh?” He moved backwards towards the bed, working on the buttons of her own blouse. “I could… cuddle you to sleep, if you like.”

She laughed, letting his shirt hang open in favor of opening his belt. “You can something me to sleep, all right.”

It was a long time before they made it out of the room in search of dinner.

Ellie’s eyes snapped open, and she inhaled sharply to find a nose a hair’s breadth away from her own.

“Sorry,” Hardy whispered, thumb drawing soothing arcs on her skin when she automatically tensed. “Did I wake you?”

She carefully shrugged one shoulder, relaxing into the mattress. Daylight was starting to peek through gaps in the curtains, offering just enough light to see his face. He looked peaceful, and happy, and Ellie let a shy smile grow across her face. She was happy too, was happy to wake up next to him, and couldn’t help herself.

“I love you.”

It took a moment for his expression to brighten further, a beaming smile spreading across his face. “Aye?”

Ellie nodded, chuckling softly. “Yes.”

Hardy leaned forward, kissing her, and she rolled quite willingly to her back, tugging him atop her. Though he’d already said the words the day they became a couple, she’d held back, pretended not to be sure.

Of course, it wasn’t so much a pretension as a protection, but when she allowed the walls around her heart to crumble, she had to quietly admit to herself that she did, in fact, love him.

She’d spent the last fortnight trying to figure out how to say it, when to say it. This hadn’t been what she’d envisioned, had hoped they’d both be dressed at a minimum, but lying there, with him, waking up in his arms…

She couldn’t wait any longer.

“I love you too,” he whispered joyfully, peppering kisses across her face. “Truly.”

“I love you,” Ellie repeated for the simple pleasure of doing so, running her hands over his back and sides, reveling in the feel of him against her. “So much.”

They missed breakfast.

Ellie nodded, working hard to keep her polite smile as the woman she was talking to wittered on about her children, or her dog, or something – she’d long since tuned her out. Hardy had left her alone at the table twenty minutes before to fetch drinks from the bar, and within a minute this woman had claimed his seat and started talking her ear off.

“Sorry, how do you know the couple?” she interrupted, mentally willing Hardy to return as quickly as possible.

“Oh, I work with them,” the woman tucked away an errant curl, grinning widely. “Known them for years. Knew her ex-husband, too, he was our DI.”

“Ah.” That caught Ellie’s attention, and she narrowed her eyes. She was certainly used to people insulting Hardy, had said her fair share behind his back during the first investigation, but felt a stronger-than-normal need to defend him. “Is that so?”

The woman nodded sagely. “Bit of a wanker. Well, more than a bit. Dave’s a much nicer bloke, if you ask me.”

Ellie pursed her lips, trying to choose her words carefully. “He had an affair with a married woman, while married himself. Not sure he’d top my list.” Quite the opposite.

“Well, apparently Hardy’s got quite the type.” She leaned closer before looking around quite obviously, lowering her voice to whisper, “I heard he moved to a little village on the coast and had an affair with a married DS down there. From what I’ve heard, he’s even marrying her. Can you imagine?”

“I’m certain you don’t have all the facts,” Ellie said coolly, reminding herself sternly Don’t embarrass Daisy and Hardy. Don’t ruin this.

“Apparently he framed the woman’s husband for murder! I always knew he was an arse, but that’s a bit extreme, don’tcha think?”

Ellie had enough, rising abruptly to her feet and snatching her purse. “For your information,” she started quietly, meeting the woman’s gaze head on, “Alec Hardy is easily the most noble, caring, principled man I’ve ever met. He is an excellent detective, entirely dedicated to bringing about justice through the courts. I am very proud to call myself his partner, and am very much looking forward to the day I call him husband. Now piss off.”

Spinning around with the intent of stalking away from the table, she walked right into Hardy’s chest.

“Oh, fuck,” she muttered as he steadied her, glancing up at him with wide eyes. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Eh, basically none of it,” Hardy shrugged, eyes twinkling madly.

“None?”

“Maybe just a bit,” he whispered, one hand settling on her hip as the other cradled her head, mindful of her fancy hairdo she’d spent a solid twenty minutes lecturing him on not messing up.

A small smile spread across her face, as the memory of the woman’s cattiness melted away and she focus on him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He kissed her then, the kind of kiss that leaves no room for interpretation, dipping her slightly. If she had been capable of thinking in the moment, she’d have thought something along the lines of the newlyweds didn’t kiss like this earlier.

They broke apart, panting slightly, and without another word Hardy took her hand and led her towards the exit.

Daisy stood between them and the doors, eyes so wide she must have seen the kiss, and Ellie flushed.

Hardy, however, barely blinked, just flashing his daughter a smile on the way past. “See you in the morning.”

They pushed through the doors into the hallway, eyes meeting before they immediately burst into laughter. Wrapping their arms around each other they headed for the lift, still chuckling.

“So…” he started pseudo-casually as the doors opened, “‘looking forward to the day I call him husband’? Mrs. Miller I’m positively scandalized.”

Ellie hit the button for their floor, before turning to grin up at him.

“If that scandalizes you, you’re not ready for our wedding night.”

#bbatcfic #Broadfic #Broadchurch #HardyxMiller #Hardy #Miller #The Drunken Lie

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secretficsbitch · 5 years

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Sleepover

My slumber was interrupted by the harsh ring of my phone. I slowly opened my eyes to the dark bedroom, slivers of light made their way through the window blinds to the walls. I felt my bedside table for the noise maker and shielded my eyes to the bright light once I picked it up.

“Clearing,” I said in a tired voice.

“Danny, we’ve got a kidnapping. Need you in right now.” Cragen said in a serious tone.

“On my way.” I replied, somehow instantly out of bed. I pulled on some wrinkled black slacks and buttoned up a blue blouse. I was out of my building in ten minutes and on my way to the precinct.

There was an energy the second I walked into the building. The elevator ride was heavy with anxiety. The doors opened to a busy hallway with people running back and forth to something. The squad room was even busier. The squad had definitely been this busy at four AM before, but this time was different. There weren’t people being booked, or people crying, or strangers yelling. There was one life source focused on one issue.

“Four year old Jeannie Parker was taken from her bed earlier this morning. Parents heard noise around one and went to her bedroom to find the window open and the girl missing. No sign of a struggle.” Benson said as I got to my desk.

“Any suspects so far?” I asked

“The parents can’t think of anyone that would want to take her, and we’ve got no evidence to suggest anyone in particular.” She answered. “We’ve got an Amber Alert out and patrol is canvasing the neighborhood.”

“Patrol found something,” Cragen shouted to the room. Everyone turned their attention to him. “A stuffed animal belonging to the girl was found on the same block as her house in Queens. We don’t think she’s been taken very far away.” The room was buzzing once again when he finished up. “Clearing, Carisi, I need you guys to meet CSU at the crime scene. Benson and Amaro, you go too. Fin and Rollins, I want you guys getting in touch with every bus station, train station, and airport.” Cragen ordered. “I’ll let Barba know what’s going on.” He added.

The Parkers were crying on their couch while a uniformed officer asked them questions.

“Hey, we’ll take it from here.” Benson said to the officer. “I’m Detective Benson and this is Detective Amaro. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” Benson asked. The couple nodded, their faces defeated.

“Carisi and I will look at the girl’s room.” I said as we started up the stairs.

The room was pink with flowery drapes and bedding that was still somewhat neat. CSU was dusting for prints on the window frame and around the room. The floor was clean of clutter and all of the surfaces were decorated with toys and knick knacks. Nothing seemed out of place besides the open window and the team investigating.

“No signs of a struggle,” Carisi said, looking at the path from the bed to the window.

“Yeah,” I continued. “It looks like she just left. I bet she knew the kidnapper. She probably went willingly.”

Carisi went to the closet. “One pair of shoes is missing,” He said, gesturing to the empty spot on the shoe rack. “Either she grabbed them herself before she left or the kidnapper got them for her. He wanted her to be comfortable.” He said.

“Does this one feel odd to you?” I asked. “Normally right now I would be thinking it was a parent in a custody battle because she’s taken care of but the parents are still together. Could it be another family member?”

“It does feel odd to me.” Carisis said.

“There is no family,” Amaro said, walking through the door with Benson behind him. “The dad has a brother in Arizona but that’s it. Both sets of grandparents have passed and the mother is an only child.” He explained.

“Is the brother worth looking at?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” Benson said. “The dad doesn’t talk to him much, but they’re on good terms.”

“The girl has to know this perp,” Carisi said. “Nothing else makes sense. Is there anyone that the girl is close to?”

“She has a babysitter in the neighborhood.” Benson started. “Just a 16 year old girl that watches her on the weekends sometimes, but that’s really it. With no family and her not starting school yet, we really don’t have anyone else to look at.”

Carisi and I went to the sitter’s house two blocks over. It was 9 AM by this time. The sun was out and birds were chirping. It made the day seem even worse, like the universe didn’t know there was a girl missing.

Carisi knocked on the door. A middle aged man answered. “How can I help you?” he asked.

We both showed our badges. “I’m detective Clearing and this is Detective Carisi. Is Sarah here?”

“Yes, what is this about?” He asked.

“We understand that Sarah watches a girl named Jeannie in the neighborhood.” Carisi began. “She was kidnapped this morning and we were hoping that Sarah might be able to help us out.”

“Oh my god, that’s awful.” The man said. “Of course you can talk to her, let me get her from her room.” He walked halfway down the hallway. “Sarah, I need you to come out here please.”

A girl with shoulder length brown hair came into the room. “Hello,” she said, a little confused.

“Hi Sarah,” I said. “We are detectives. We were hoping you could answer some questions about Jeannie Parker.”

“Sure,” she replied. “Is something wrong?” She asked.

“She was kidnapped this morning.” I explained.

He face went pale. “Oh no, is she okay?”

“We aren’t sure. We were hoping that you could tell us about her.”

“Yes, I’ll help in any way I can.” She answered.

“When was the last time you saw Jeannie?” Carisi started. He was sat leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

“Last Saturday,” she answered. “I watched her while the Parkers went out for their anniversary. They made a whole afternoon of it.” She said.

“What did you guys do that day?” I asked.

“We made cupcakes when I first got there. Then we went to the park for a couple hours, then had a movie night. She was in bed by nine.” Sarah said. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes were worried.

“Is there anyone she was close with or anyone that you guys spoke to?” I asked

“There isn’t really anyone in particular. There are a few kids she sees at the park somewhat regularly, but she isn’t really close to any of them.” She said. “I don’t know any of their names, or even their parents’ names.” She added.

“That’s okay.” Carisi said. “Is there anyone else you can think of?” He asked.

“We talk to the manager at the grocery store across the street,” She said. “He always gives Jeannie a balloon.” She explained. “And there’s Damian at the ice cream parlor.” She added. “He’s always very nice.”

“What ice cream parlor?” I asked.

“It’s called Howdy’s.” She answered. “They employ people with disabilities or with mental challenges.” She explained.

“Do you have any reason to think that either of those people would want to hurt Jeannie?” Carisi asked. “Were they ever inappropriate with Jeannie?”

“No, never.” She said. “They were only ever kind to her. Mark, the store manager, gave her balloons but he gives them to all of the children. I think it was to occupy them so they wouldn’t make a mess of the store. And Damian is a lower mental age, so he got along with children better than adults. He functions well, he’s just a little slower.”

“Thank you for your help, Sarah.” I said, standing. I held out my card. “If you think of anything else, please give us a call.”

“Yes, of course.” She took the card. “Please find her.” She said.

Once back at the precinct, the squad gathered around a screen with photos and Jeannie and text. “Have we got anything on the second canvas?” Cragen asked the group.

“Not yet. We got a bit of info from the babysitter that we’re looking into, but I’m not holding out hope.” Rollins answered.

“Where are we on the market manager?” He asked.

“Mark Dixon. 42, married, no record, and has an alibi for the night. Store security footage shows him locking up shop after a late night inventory after Jeannie was already taken.” She explained.

“And the ice cream parlor guy?” He asked.

“Damien Reese, 19, no record.” She answered. “Carisi and Clearing are going to talk to him once his shift at the parlor starts.” She added.

“Okay, you guys go talk to him. I need Fin and Rollins to go to the lab. CSU has something.” Cragen ordered. The group scattered to their tasks, and I walked to the elevator with Carisi.

The doors opened to reveal the Assistant District Attorney. “Hello detectives.” He said. He was wearing a tan overcoat over his dark grey suit. He had a coffee in one can and a briefcase in the other.

“Hey, Barba.” I said. “How’s it going?” I asked.

“I’m just going to get caught up from Cragen on the case.” We switched places with him in the elevator. “Where are you guys headed?” He asked, looking at us from the hallway.

“Talking to a suspect. He works at an ice cream parlor.” Carisi answered.

“Oh bring me back a strawberry cone.” He winked. I gave a small giggle as the doors closed. Carisi and I rode down to the ground floor with small conversation.

“Barba is funnier with you.” Carisi said.

“What?” I asked, definitely confused.

“Barba is funny but he’s funnier around you. I think that he feels that he has to compete with how funny you are, so he really steps up his game.” He explained.

“What made you think of that because what he said wasn’t even funny?” I said.

“I thought it was funny,” Carisi laughed.

The doors opened to the main floor and Carisi and I made our way to the car. I drove.

“Welcome to Howdy’s, how can I help you?” A tall boy with a name tag on his blue apron reading ‘Matt’ asked from behind the counter. He spoke with slight hesitation but had a large smile.

“Hello, is Damien here?” I asked, both Carisi and I showed our badges.

“Whoa,” he said, looking at the badges. “Are those real?” He asked.

“Yes, they are.” I answered.

“That’s so cool.” He said with a smile. “I’ll get Damien for you. He’s in the back.” He said, running quickly to the backroom. He soon walked out with a shorter boy with long curly hair.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked, not looking up. “Matt said the police were here for me.” He still didn’t look up.

“You’re not in trouble Damien,” Carisi said. “We just want to ask you some questions.” He said.

“What about?” He asked, softly.

“Jeannie Parker. Do you know her?” I asked.

He looked up at us finally. “Yes, Jeannie is my friend. I like Jeannie.” He smiled. “Jeannie comes in with Sarah. Jeannie always gets vanilla with sprinkles.” He added.

“Something happened to her this morning.” I started.

“Oh no, is she okay?” He asked.

“We don’t know,” I said. “She was taken from her bedroom by someone.”

He looked back down. “I don’t know anything about that. I don’t know anything.” He said quickly. My phone rang, interrupting us. I gave Carisi a look that said I’d be right back.

“Hello,” I said.

“Clearing, we got something from the crime scene.” Fin said. “CSU found some blue polyester threads. Mostly used for uniforms and aprons.” He said.

“Was there anything else?” I asked.

“Yes, there was a footprint, size 12, with some kind of frosting that was on the bottom of the shoe. Looks like a crushed dessert sprinkle.” He said.

“I think we have our guy.” I said, hanging up.

I returned to the conversation and gave Carisi another look. “ Damien, you said that you and Jeannie are friends. When was the last time you saw her?” I asked.

“Uhhhh, I uh saw her yesterday.” He answered.

“What time did you see her yesterday?” I asked.

“It was when I was walking home from work. I saw her playing through the window. She’s very nice.” He smiled at his shoes. Pretty big. Maybe a size 12.

“Do you know where she is right now?” I asked.

He hesitated. “No I don’t know where she is.” He said unconvincingly.

“Excuse me for one minute, please. I need to make a phone call.” I said, backing away.

“Barba.” The ADA answered.

“Counselor, it’s Clearing. I’m going to need a search warrant for Damien Reese’s home. I think he’s our guy. Get with Benson on the CSU details, but his apron and shoe size match those found at the crime scene and there were sprinkles which is what Jeannie always got in her ice cream from the store. And he lives on the same block as Jeannie.”

“I’m on it. You’ll have the warrant by the time you get there.” He said. “Best of luck detective.”

I walked back up to Carisi and Damien. “Damien, is Jeannie at your house right now?” I asked.

“She’s not allowed to have sleepovers. She can only play during the day.” He said.

“Did she have a sleepover last night?” I asked him.

“I knew we weren’t supposed to, but we were having fun.”

“Is she at your house right now Damien?” I asked again.

“Yes. She was going to sleep over again tonight.” He said.

Carisi got behind him and handcuffed him. “Damien Reese, you’re under arrest for the kidnapping of Jeannie Parker.” He finished reading Miranda as we got in the car and sped to Damien’s house.

Barba was there with Benson and Amaro with a warrant in hand. “I say there’s probably cause, but here’s a warrant just in case.” He said, handing me the document.

“Let’s go.” I said.

We knocked on the door, but there was no answer. The door was locked, so Carisi gave it a swift kick, breaking it open. We stormed the house, shouting for Jeannie.

“I’ll check the basement.” I said, starting down the stairs. “Jeannie, are you down here? Can you make some noise, sweet heart?” I shouted.

The room was well lit. Wood panelling lined the walls and the floor was covered in green shag carpet. The click of the door to my right startled me.

“Jeannie?” I spoke softly. The girl poked her head out from behind the door. “Oh my god,” I said running to her. “Are you okay?” I asked, picking her up.

“I’m okay,” she said. “Where is Damien? We were going to play dolls.” She said.

Jeannie had been reunited with her parents and Damien had been taken to the station by Carisi. I stood in front of the house with Benson and Barba. “I don;t think the kid knew what he was doing.” I said to Barba.

“He knew that having a sleepover was wrong, but I don’t think he knew that he kidnapped her.” Benson said.

“I’m going to plead him out, I think.” Barba said. “We’ll talk to him more, but I think it’s wrongful imprisonment.” He explained.

“Good work guys,” Benson said. “I’m heading home.”

We both said goodbye to Detective Benson. “You did well on this one, Danny.” Barba turned to me. “It’s always nice when they get home and were never hurt in the first place.” He added.

“Absolutely. Thanks Barba.”

He gave me a pat on the shoulder. “Go get some rest.”

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lydiaandarry · 5 years

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{How To Dress Similarly To Your Favorite Cartoon Characters Pt.2 (Using Five Examples!)}

Hello there!

My name is Arabella but you can call me Arry, if it’s easier. I don’t know about you but I basically grew up on cartoons. I watched Cartoon Network all day and I used to get so much inspiration from cartoon characters that probably followed me into my older years. Personality and fashion-wise. Have you ever wanted to dress similar to one of your favorite cartoon characters yet not wanting to look like a cosplay or costume? Well, you’ve come to the right gal because that is exactly what I am going to be helping you with but before I get onto the five examples, we must go over some basic knowledge. Fashion can say a lot about a character, especially in cartoons where the clothes rarely change. It has to be iconic yet true to the personality being demonstrated in some sense. Five things go into analyzing and copying a cartoon characters style: 1) Color Palette 2) Aesthetic 3) Overall Impression 4) Fashion Items 5) How It Shapes Their Personality? These are five things we are going to keep in mind during our five examples. Let’s invade this topic.

(Nazz)

Nazz from Ed Edd n’ Eddy is probably one of the easiest old cartoon characters to make modern. Especially since her style has come back into trend with layering. Now I didn't grow up with Ed Edd n’ Eddy because my mother was fearful that I would develop behavior similar to the boys. But whenever I did see images of it or short scenes, I loved Nazz’s fashion (next to Marie’s). Starting with the first thing to think about when recreating a style of any cartoon character, color palette. A color palette is quite important especially when it comes to cartoon characters because these colors can be forever associated with this character. Nazz’s color palette includes black, white, denim, red, and occasionally green. These colors are great because they can go great with each other and makes a strong color palette. Nazz’s aesthetic is a mixture between Girl Next Door and Tomboy. She has boyish elements that allows her to be ‘one of the boys’ yet she also has a fun, flirty girly side. The third thing to consider is the overall impression of their clothes to the world around them. Now this may seem odd but this is worth consideration because it depends on how you want to be taken. As people judge upon appearances and your clothes can say a lot about you. Nazz’s overall impression and how it makes people see her is that Nazz is seen as very attractive and everyone wants to hang out with her. She’s the female character that has a lot of friends and is overall popular and kind. She isn’t the stereotypical mean girl despite dressing nice and being friends with a lot of people. She breaks that stereotype and shows that you can be cool yet nice. The fourth thing to consider is fashion items, unless you are planning on copying Nazz’s style piece by piece. It is great to really observe it and take pieces of it that may fit into her character yet is good for everyday use and not a cosplay. Remember, it’s all about inspiration. With Nazz, I recommend for tops, basic plain color shirts, crop tops, ringer tees, cropped sweaters, and cami tops. For bottoms, high waisted shorts, basic jeans or ripped jeans, flared jeans, and pleated skirts. For shoes, sneakers like Vans or Converse. For accessories, a quirky pair of sunglasses. And last but not least, the fifth thing to consider is how does her clothes shape her personality? Nazz’s clothes shape her personality in a sense of how she wants to look good. Nazz is very particular on how she looks and despite being confident, is upset if she looks anything but good. Her appearance is very important to her. It shapes her personality in how she likes hanging out with boys more so over girls in the show and is seen as one of the boys due to how her clothes aren’t overly feminine. She’s a great beginner choice for people who want to try this out.

(Mandy)

Ah yes, the girl I aspired to be when I was younger and probably scared my mother some more. Mandy from Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy. This is a fun character because her outfit… is completely different from her personality. She wears a pink flower dress, mary-janes and a headband. She looks like an innocent, girly girl but Mandy is evil. She’s a good type of evil but is still evil. Mandy’s color palette depends on where you want to take from it but I gathered white, black, pale pink, pale blue & pale yellow (counting the flower) and purple (her eyeshadow, at times). But if I was going to dress similarly, I would just do white, black and pale pink as the other colors are mere colors compared to those main three. Mandy doesn’t exactly have an aesthetic instead I guess she would be gothic with pink and a sort of doll-like quality. Mandy’s overall impression is that people mistake her for being sweet and innocent although her parents are terrified of her, everyone is mostly terrified of her. A grim reaper is terrified of her. Her clothes are deceiving but everyone knows that she is a very unhappy person due to her constant frown which was even in there inside the womb. Now onto the fun part, clothing choices. For jackets, I would suggest something like a Lazy Oaf jacket style (like their chore jackets) and oversized cardigans. For tops, mock necks, crop tops, layered shirts with a mock-neck under a shirt. Also pinafore dresses and a-line dresses. For bottoms, high-waisted shorts and pleated skirts. For shoes, mary-janes or sneakers. And for accessories, always have a headband on and maybe some skeleton or creepy accessories like a coffin backpack. Mandy’s clothing shapes her personality in a way for humor, she’s this scary person who can almost be a villain yet edges on being an anti-hero at most. It’s complete satire that she looks sweet and innocent with a gothic personality. So have fun with it because if anything, she shows that it’s not what is on the outside that counts after all. There’s a very creepy personality behind that color of pink.

(Sam Manson)

Another favorite female character of mine. Okay, let’s say… that you don’t like pink or want to be a secret Goth. There is plenty of gothic female characters to choose from. But one of my favorites has always been Sam Manson from Danny Phantom. I mean, I loved that show in general. And I loved Sam’s design, even though I wasn’t allowed to wear crop-tops til I turned 18. Her color palette is purple, green, black. You’ve noticed that cartoon characters always seem to have a simple color palette. And of course, Sam’s aesthetic is gothic, even though she could also be eco-goth since I remember an episode of her wanting to save the Earth and becoming a vegetarian. For fashion choices, hm. For jackets, I feel like she would wear hoodies, oversized black denim jackets, and long coats or even a varsity jacket. For tops, crop-tops, band tees, mock-necks, muscle tees, fishnet tops and sheer tops with something underneath. If she wore a dress, it would probably be black and an a-line, once again with a mock-neck. For bottoms, plaid skirts, checkered shirts, pleated skirts, ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, high-waisted shorts. For shoes, Doc Martens, sneakers, mary-janes and platforms. For accessories, knee-high socks, fishnets, tights, chokers, patches and enamel pins, belt, and a cool backpack. Sam’s overall impression is kind of hard to sum up in a small summary since Danny Phantom is so complex so I recommend watching the show to get a better idea but it’s never really brought up as a main point in her character how she dresses. She’s a great gothic character for inspiration though.

(Valhallen)

Okay now the first three characters and five characters of my last post were all girls. For those, who may not know Valhallen is a male character from “Justice Friends” which originated as a short from “Dexter’s Laboratory”, are you following me? Let’s say you’re a dude or you want to dress similar to a dude character. Valhallen is a great character to start with as he is a very simple character to modernized because you don’t even really have to go off his sense of style to dress similar to him. His color palette consists of black, yellow, and silver. Pretty simple. His aesthetic is kind of surfer mixed with metalhead mixed with Nordic god. He was created to be a parody of Thor. Which he succeeds greatly with. What is the overall impression of Valhallen? Well, he is quite a ladies man. He is definitely seen as the more attractive member. Valhallen doesn’t have much of an overall impression except the fact that the ladies love him from all realms and he is a fan favorite character. Onto the fun part! Fashion items. Now I chose Valhallen, because no offense but he does have a feminine touch on clothing that can easily be feminized. The dude wears a midriff. For jackets, denim jackets would suit, perhaps with patches of your favorite metal bands or enamel pins. For tops, crop-tops, midriffs, band tees, muscle tees, fishnet or sheer tops with something underneath, cropped camis. Don’t be afraid to show a lot of skin on your upper body. For bottoms, ripped jeans, basic jeans, high waisted shorts, bell bottoms. For shoes, knee high boots. For accessories, headpieces, fingerless gloves, studded jewelry, spiked belts. How does his clothes shape his personality? Well, he’s The Viking God of Rock. He has to look the part and this is basic metalhead fashion with God twists similar to Thor. He’s a goofy character who is hilariously rad and doesn’t take himself too seriously and his clothes show that. He’s less out there than Major Glory but can stand out more than The Infraggable Krunk. He’s obviously the more free-spirited one who isn’t afraid to be himself.

(Judy Jetson)

Here is what I like to call expert mode because unlike the other four who have easily modernized looks. Judy is from the future yet has a vintage twist. Her clothes are not something a typical teenager or young adult would wear in this day and age. I mean, someone who isn’t as weird as me. So you have to kind of reinvent her and make her suit your taste yet keep elements about her that are amazing and what makes her lovely. Judy’s color palette is pale pink, red (in some lighting), darker pink, white and black. If anyone asks you about a known fact of me… I love pink with red and pink with black. I also love pink on pink. And Judy Jetson has two of my favorite pinks where it’s not Barbie Pink or Too Pink. The overall impression of Judy, well she’s seen as the teenage girl of the future. She’s boy-crazy, fun, has exciting hobbies, can be quite moody and sassy. She loves dancing, attends high school and spends her evening listening to her favorite boy bands. Parts of Judy have travelled into the future as I related to her a lot when I was sixteen. And still do! She can get out of hand sometimes and I feel like all girls do, even into early adult years. I’ve had my moments where I have overreacted. Onto fashion items! Now, with Judy, as I said before, you are going to have to reimagine outfits for her. With jackets, I suggest fit and flare, perhaps long jackets, something to show off the figure however. With tops, crop-tops, mock necks, fitted tops, fun bodysuits, sheer tops, about anything that is cool. With bottoms, flared skirts or pleated skirts, mini skirts, high-waisted shorts, suspender pants, pants or jeans. For dresses, pinafores, figure hugging, a-line. For shoes, sneakers, flats, boots, platforms. A tip for seeming more futuristic is adding in color palette fitting metallics and holographic. For accessories, tights, knee high socks, circle purses, star shaped things, hair bows, headbands, funky sunglasses, vintage gloves, roller-skates if you skate. How does Judy’s clothes shape her personality? Well, her outfit is very youthful compared to her mother’s. She has more of a spark and quirky sense. Her clothes really show that she is bubbly and charismatic. She is out of this world. Something that I feel like girls should be more confident to try to be. To be unapologetically themselves. Just because her outfit isn’t exactly the future creators in the 60s were thinking of. It doesn’t mean that we can’t carry traits into this world.

That was how to dress similarly to your favorite cartoon characters, part two! If you want to see part one, click here! Feel free to follow for more posts like this. Also feel free to like and reblog if you enjoyed it! I may turn this into a series as they are always a lot of fun. Just be you and have fun with fashion! I post every Wednesday and Saturday so I will see you on Wednesday! Peace out!

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dontselloutbuyinblog · 5 years

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The dare

Y/n POV

I was sitting in my living room when I heard a knock on my door. "What do you want." "Open the door." "Im coming I thought it was my nextdoor. Neighbor." "Oh well it's me." "Okay I'm. Coming." *Opens door* "what brings you here." "Well I just got a raise and I wanna get wasted." "Yeah sounds like fun." "Yeah and I wanna have another type of fun." "What might that be?" " Well how about we do that date thing when we all pick a guy or girl to talk to and pretend we like them." "Yeah I miss that sometimes." "Okay I'll get everyone else to come and it's gonna be fun as hell." "Yeah text me then Danielle." "Okay see you." "Well I. Need to find an outfit." So I pick out a shirt and jeans.

Three hours later.

"hey we're here open the door." "Okay I'm coming." "Hello people." "Hey let's go." So we left for the club when we got there we sat down and started looking around. "So haile I'm gonna that guy with the brown hair for you to talk to." "Okay Jess I'll go there now." "Jess im gonna pick that girl with the red hair." "Okay Im gonna pick the guy with hazel eyes over there." Alexa says "okay Danni time to pick for me." "Okay you see that guy over there with the guitar." "Yeah Danni I see him." "He's been looking this way since you came in the door." "Aw seriously him come why not anyone else." "Because I said so now pick one for alexa." "Fine how about the guy at the bar serving drinks." "Fine see you ladies later." "Go talk to the guy with the guitar." "I'm going shut up already." "So I walk to the table the was sitting at and he look up at me. "Hello there." "Hey what brings you here." "Well I couldn't help but to see you have a guitar." "Yeah I make music." "Awesome can you sing a song for me." "Yeah I can but Im gonna need your name " "oh it's

Y/n." "Oh my name is Elias but you can just call me daddy for now on." "Okay well maybe I will." "So can you play a song for me." "My name is Elias nice to meet you can I tell you baby."

"Look around there's a whole lot of pretty ladies."

"But not like you, you shine so bright, yeah."

"i was wondering if you and me could spend a minute."

"on the floor up and close getting lost in it."

"i won't give up without a fight."

"i just wanna, oh baby."

"oh come on I really like him a lot I wanna get to know him better he's sweet and cute." "Uh and the music oh having a guitar." "Hey you want my number." "Yeah I love to have your number." "Here let me see your phone." "Okay here it is." "Alright I put it in okay see you soon."

"do you wanna go back to my place?"

"I would love to."

"okay then."

"I'll order us a Uber."

"okay then."

"it'll be here in a couple of minutes."

"so I have a question for you?"

"whats your question?"

"do you want to walk with Elias?"

"yes I will."

"you will what."

"walk with Elias."

"it's here let's go outside."

"alright then."

"lady's first."

"alright."

"I'm happy that I meet you."

"really why?"

"you've been so nice to me."

"Ive been what."

"nice to me."

"yeah it's just what humans do."

"I know but your different from all the others."

"I am?"

"yeah I am."

"well we're here let's go inside."

"well what do you think of my apartment?"

"well I think it would look better if you were naked in it."

"okay then come here and get me naked."

"alright then."

"at

"are you sure you want this."

"yes I'm sure."

"alright then."

So Elias walks up to me and pulls me into a hug and starts to kiss my neck. and the kiss started to send shivers down my spine.

"oh I see I found your sweet spot."

"yes you did."

Then I felt my dress being unzipped. it feel to the floor I was wearing my red underwear and bra.

"this color looks good on you."

"thanks."

"but I'll look better off."

"really."

Then my bra got unhook and Elias threw it on the couch.

"where's your room?"

"the door on the left."

"okay then let's go."

I got picked up and he took me and put me on the bed and started to suck on my left breast and he started to make me quiver.

"oh that feels so good."

"it does well tell me how this feels."

Then all of a sudden I felt him grab my right nipple and give it a sqeeeze.

"ohh that feels so good."

"dam your getting me so hard right now."

"dam am I really that hot."

"yes."

"your touch makes me quiver."

"oh it does."

"yeah I need you inside me."

"don't worry it'll happen soon."

Elias says pulling off my red matching underwear. He starts to crawl down to my legs and pries them apart.then starts to kiss in-between my thighs.then starts to lick my folds.

"oh that feels so good."

"oh crap."

"dammit!"

I felt his tounge go inside of me.

"ohh shit god dammit that feels so fucking good."

"uh right there shit!" I moan

"uhm my god."

"fuck!"

"aw shit."

Then I feel Elias add a finger to my pussy."

"dammit Elias I need you in me."

"oh god if you keep this up then I'm gonna cum."

Then all of a sudden I feel him pull away.

"hey what are you doing?"

"I'm giving you what you wanted."

"thank God."

He took off his shirt and I saw his abs.

"dam you look so good."

"thats not the only thing you think I feel."

He pulled off his jeans and boxers and put on a condom.

"you ready for this."

"yes I'm sure."

"okay."

Next thing I knew I felt his twiching cock enter me.

"oh your big."

Then he started to thrust into me and I started to moan.

"oh fuck." I cried out in pleasure

"dammit!" I hear him groan. "Oh shit." He says as he groans again but a bit louder. "Oh crap." "Aw man." I say as my back arches up. "Dammit I'm so close." "I'm so close I'm going to cum." Soon after I did and I felt so good after.

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daylebernadette-blog · 5 years

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Scars are the signs of my memories

“Hi everyone, I’m Natasha Yvonne Dabler, 17 years old from Canada. I’m a transferee student. i live near the school with my family. i have a 9 year old brother, he’s name isDanny. i think that ’s all.” i introduced myself to the class. “thank you Ms. Dabler. so, she’s going to be your classmate, be good to her, are we clear?” Mrs. Gray said. “yes, Mrs. Gray” the class responded. Mrs. Gray left the classroom suddenly girl sitting beside me, about my age talked to me “hey Natasha” “oh hey” ireplied “you can call me Tasha to be short” i added with a smile. She stared at me for 5 seconds and said “ you’re beautiful you know that?” i was flattered on what she said. “ oh really? thank you. so do you” i replied and smiled sweetly to her. “i love your curly black hair, big brown eyes and your pinkish pout lips” she added, okay this is getting awkward “oh, thank you for appreciating my appearance. my dad loves my hair so much that he doesn’t even want to cut it” i explained. “yeah, i noticed its half of your body length” she replied. she’s nice, she has a shoulder level blonde wavey hair, she wears thick eyeglasses and braces. While talking, the bell rang “oh, dismiss.” she said happily. “by the way, i’m kate” she said lending her hands towards me a sign for a hand shake, “Tasha” i said and took her hand and made the hand shake

i’m home” i screamed happily. i saw my mom cooking at the kitchen “hey mom, i’m home” i walked towards her and gave her a hug. “hey honey, your dad is waiting for you. he’s at the living room with your brother” mom said. i walked to the living room and saw my dad and Danny talking “what are you talking about?” i inserted while hugging my dad. “ nothing my princess, just telling your brother how cute and spoiled you are when you were little like him “ my dad explained with a proud face. “dad said you played guitar when you were 6″ Danny inserted. “yes my little brother, or should i say ‘my little hero’” i said while tickling Danny. mom came to the living room, holding my dad’s hand and said “okay thats enough, dinner is ready, i cooked you favorite”. me and Danny looked at each other “PORK CHOP” we said together and ran through the dinning table.

after eating. i told my dad everything about kate, “so you got a friend huh? its good to know somebody likes you on your first day of your class. its hard to make friends here in America cause your not used to the crowd” my dad said. “Tasha is a friendly, smiling, happy go lucky type of a young woman. it doesn’t make us surprise she could make friends that fast” mom insisted, while looking at me, dad looked at me too, smiled and said “huh! not a surprise, Tasha is like he’s father”and laughed. “yes daddy, i’m absolutely like you” i answered with a smile. “okay, stop it you two, its getting late, you still got things to do tomorrow morning.” mom said. “but its saturday, there’s no school” Danny complained, “there’s tutor every saturday Danny” mom replied with a little tease on him

“Good morning Saturday, thank you God for waking me up today!” i opened my eyes and got up, i looked at myself in the mirror, i tied my hair, wash my face and brushed my teeth. i walk down the stairs to see my dad “good morning daddy” i walked to my dad and hugged him, “oh the daddy’s girl is up” mom said while giving dad his coat. “are you going out dad?” i asked. “yes my princess, my boss called earlier, he’s out of town so i need to attend the meeting for him.” dad explained. i pouted my lips and hugged dad “but its saturday we are suppose to watch movies with Danny and mom” i sad sadly. “when i get home, i’ll bring pizza and lets watch movies all night” dad said, trying to make me smile again. “okay dad, takecare” . dad left and mom also has to bring Danny to the tutor.

i was left alone . i took a sandwich from the fridge when suddenly my phone rang, unknown number. i swiped the answer botton “hello? good morning, who’s this please?” i said. i heard a girl crying from the other line. “hello?” i said repeatedly. “Tasha? its kate” said from the other line. “oh kate. are you okay? are you crying?” i asked worriedly. “can you come over into my house? i need to see you, i need somebody to talk to. i have no friends and your the only one i can got to” she said while crying and trying to catch her breath. “okay text me your adress, i’ll be there before an hour”

“stop crying kate, you can face all these problems. i can see your a strong pretty woman” i said trying to make her calm down. “I don’t know how to tell my mom about my grades, she’s expecting too much from me. she doesn’t even know how tired i am, how hard to be at school with all these bullies, she’s not even here to protect me” then she cried even harder. i just kept on rubbing her back trying to calm her down. after an hour, my phone rang. i answered my phone “mom?” “Ta-Tasha? its Danny” i heard him crying from the other line. “Danny. whats wrong? are you crying?” i asked curiously, he never cries like that before “Da-daddy’s, dead” i dropped my phone after Danny said those words.

Kate lend me a drive to the hospital, i looked for my mom and Danny, i saw them sitting and crying. “where’s dad? wheres dad!?” i’m starting to raise my voice looking at my mom. she stood up and hugged me tight “ no? dad is still coming home right? we will still watch movies and eat pizza whole night” my voice is cracking then turned into crying. after an hour i sat down and staring at the floor “your dad was on his way home with pizza when suddenly a truck lose its break and hit you dad’s car” mom explained, her tears are running through her face.

“Tasha, bet down. dinner is ready” i heard my mom shouted from the kitchen. i stayed at my room whole day, i haven’t eaten for days, its been 3 months since my dad was buried. i don’t wanna go to school either, i started getting bullied at school when my father died, they took the advantage to bully me because no ones there to protect me. i’m tired! i started to hate my life, my mom brings different guys every night at her room. she’s letting Danny go to sleep early and she gets out drinking, partying, getting home drunk with another guy. i starting to hate my mom too. “shut up! i don’t wanna eat!” i shouted back from my room.

i got up early for school. the principal called last night, she said she needs to talk to me. i woke up crying, because i remembered every morning my dad wakes me up when i have to go to school.

i’m walking at the hallway of our school leading to the principal’s office. i heard murmurs, whispers, and two girls talking while looking at me “i saw her mom last night, drinking in a bar with a guy then they’re kissing” said the fist girl, “if i where the daughter? i would be so ashamed.” added the other girl. i wanna cry and run out of the school but the principal saw me “hi Ms. Dabler, come in” Mrs Taylor said,standing on the principal’s office door. “Good morning Mrs. Taylor” with an emotionless tone, i sat down and Mrs. Taylor started talking “your academic grades are getting low Ms. Dabler you also failed 4 subjects. what happening to you? i know your still affected on your father’s lost but i hope you don’t affect you studies.

i got home crying, i ran through my room and looked the dooe. i heard my mother laughing from the other room then suddenly a guys laughed too, i’m getting pissed on what my mom is doing! i remembered what the two girls are talking about my mom. i got up and stared ate my mirror, i reached the blade beside my make up kit and held it tight, my fingers are bleeding. i started to cut and waiting for it to turn into scars.

everyday i cut, every day i get the blade and cut. i also attempted to drink a lot of pills at the same time but Danny always comes in to my room.

PRESENT DAY....

i got out of the house to throw the garbage bag when a girl with a blonde straight hair and red lips talk to me “hey slut, oh wait i forgot, it was your mother that i should call a slut. but like mother, like daughter.” she said and i was pissed off, she looks familiar, i think i saw her around the school. “who the hell are you?” i asked strictly,she walked towards me , played my hair with her candle shaped finger nails, followed my curls and whispered “i’m just the daughter of you mother’s boyfriend” i was shocked on what she said, i remained quiet “tell your bitchy mother to leave my dad, we are a peaceful family before your mother came. tell you mom to stop flirting with my dad or else i’ll spread this to the whole campus, that your mother is a slut!” she added. i ran through the house and directly got inside my room crying, i picked up the blade from the floor. i took a deep breath and while staring at my mirror “i hate my mom! she’s a slut!i hate school! i hate the people around me! i hate my life! im starting to hate you too dad, you left me along with all this toxic people!” i’m so ashamed to all the things that happens to me, i can’t live like this. i started cutting, blood is all over my forearms and running through my fingers, dropping to the floor. i pressed the blade between my forearms and hand, i target it to my veins. i’m planning to suicide.

“what are you doing!?” I heard my mother shouted from the door. “Get out!” I screamed. My mom ran towards me and trying to get the blade out from my hand, I’m holding it so tight with all the blood around my forearms “What are you doing ot yourself!? who taught you to do this?” My mom asked with tears on her eyes after getting the blade “Ask yourself mom!” i shouted at her with tears running through my cheeks. my mom stared at me and held my face “i’m sorry if i left you behind, im sorry if i almost forgot i have a daughter, i’m sorry if i wasn’t there at the times you need me the most. i know you missed your dad, do do i” she stops for a second and wiped her tears “i did all of this because we consumed all our savings, i need money to pay our bills and the house” she sat down beside me “i can’t think for another job than to entertain unknown mans just to be paid and gain money” mom kept on crying “every night as i sleep with other guys, i cry and think of your dad, if he was here i would and we would never be like this, he would say we could provide anything” she continued. i wasn’t looking at her but my tears are falling. so that’s the reason why she’s dating guys “i know your being ashamed of me” she added. mom was crying and hugged me “i know i wasn’t a mother to you and Danny for a year and i’m sorry for leaving you to the point we became like this, i didn’t know i you being like this” mom looked at me and held my hand “can you accept me again as your mother? can we start over again? can we be a family again? its judt the 3 of us, we should stay stronger as a family” mom begged. i looked at her eyed and hugged her.

5 MONTHS LATER....

“Hey Tasha” i heard from the other side of the road, “oh Kate” i responded and we waved at each other. i’m with my mom and Danny, we are going to see the house we renovated and yes, we are back just like before, we were back just like how it was with dad. we spend time together and visit dad every weekend. mom got a promoted from her job, i turned 18 and i have my own drivers license. danny and i are top notchers at our school

I’m sitting on a bench, staring at the sky realizing life always has ups and downs and may be a chaos but someday, everything is gonna be peaceful. family always there for you, though some are already above those clouds, you can still feel they are there guiding you.

i looked at my scars “this scars will represent how strong and weak i was, Scars are the signs of my memories.”

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