#(SHANES MON 'I Know')

[koushirouizumi]

#TheBeginningSpoilers #The Beginning Spoilers

#TheBeginningSpoilers #The Beginning Spoilers

{Under the READMORE.} (Mentions LIGHTLY but a pretty significant spoiler featured in W.T.W's larger review posted very recently.)

OK, so, I'm Still Not Saying MUCH {For Now} (Because I still haven't seen the FULL thing myself and I WON'T be able to myself until Nov. 9th. No, I don't have access to other showings)

But I did read W.T.W's review.

a.) I'm glad it clarified on timeline placement {a previous review full of rants about """ret-conning""" mixed up the year with a MUCH later one and didn't even see the irony}

b) The """new lore""" (NEWLY ADDITIONAL Lore) is actually HILARIOUS to me in regards to Repeatverse timeline{s} because:

c) in COFTFFVerse {a.k.a my verse for early forms of O.C.s} (if we include it adjacent to Repeatverse): {Note most of this lore I came up with PRE-TRI HAPPENING}: - Shane's partner just might end up being {IMPORTANT} - One O.C. Digi of mine {ALSO} is thematically related to HaShem (if in slightly differing contexts... But will Elaborate later) - Thus, {canon Digi} 'accidentally' {THANKS T0EI!!!!} has cross-fan lore connections to HASHEM - HaShem-esque was 'CANON COMPLIANTLY' accidentally BROUGHT INTO the overall timeline of the A.U.s verse* - I originally had these ideas {before T0ei's additional lore} when I was like 7~8 YEARS OLD - I have been cracking up about this since reading W.T.W's review not long after it was posted (and I was STILL late seeing it) - Today Has Been A DAY (In General) {along with the last 48~72 hours in general and the past week or so when it came to initial 'reviews' that obviously left out some important details and info that W.T.W's clarified} * I probably won't be including "The Beginning" lore in the overall 'verses later on, but I can definitely mess with it in future A.U.s ** If I did include it it'd be in intended "The Beginning" semi canon compliant stuff mainly, just to say (in advance) *** I do NOT plan on posting new works (of mine) that'd involve "The Beginning" {YET} because in the case of the A.M.V.s, I need FOOTAGE for those, which I WON'T HAVE until "The Beginning" footage is released outside of theaters, so you won't have to worry about spoilers for anything T0ei hasn't OFFICIALLY revealed {Img sets are another story but I still don't think I'll be posting any (that don't use previously released official footages) until later Nov.~Dec.!} **** If you clicked on this expecting a full length review, sorry, but I'm probably not giving further thoughts until much later on (I heard from the DigiNavi stream and W.T.W bit earlier on that there were also C.D. dramas included from theater showings? and I'm curious about those contents too for any further story clarifications, but yeah!!!)

[drunkkenobi]

For the shyan prompts: what if we kissed on the ww+ couch

(I have not forgotten these! Just been busy)

“I don’t understand this fucking jackfruit,” Shane says, inspecting once more after the cameras have cut. Ryan is still next to him on the couch while Steven helps Carter clean up their fruit remnants.

“It’s gross, what’s there to understand?”

“Why is this middle part so sticky?!”

“Why is anything sticky, dude? It’s probably the fruit’s jizz.”

Shane is fairly confident that’s not how fruit works, but it makes him laugh too much to correct him. “So, that’s what I rubbed all over my mouth? Fruit jizz?”

“Gives another meaning to the words fruit juice,” Ryan grins. “Hey, wait, isn’t pineapple supposed to make it taste better? I think we’re onto something here.”

Shane tosses one of the remaining pineapple slices at Ryan. Ryan tries to catch it but it falls onto the floor, joining a dust bunny and gaffer tape. “Try it out for yourself, mon frere.”

“You just ruined a perfectly good slice of pineapple!”

“Dare you to eat it.”

“Ew, no dude! You eat it.”

Shane plucks the slice off the floor, dusting it off. It’s a little gross, sure, but Shane’s eaten worse. He bites into it, relishing the disgust on Ryan’s face.

“You are so gross!” Ryan whines.

“Five second rule, ever heard of it? Besides, it’s good pineapple.”

“It was on the floor!”

Shane shrugs. “Better than the jackfruit.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Absolutely yes.”

“Prove it.”

Later on, Shane won’t know what Ryan really meant by it and neither will Ryan. But now, the only way Shane knows how to shut the ol’ Bergooze up is to share a taste. 

Quicker than he can talk himself out of it, Shane leans in and smacks a kiss right on Ryan’s lips. It’s supposed to be a joke, but Shane doesn’t feel like laughing. And the way Ryan’s hand is suddenly fisted in Shane’s shirt isn’t funny either. Ryan’s lips are soft, sweet with leftover fruit, and Shane suddenly wants to know how the rest of him tastes.

“Wait, what’s happening over here?” Carter asks, breaking them apart as quickly as they attached themselves to each other. 

“Nothing,” Ryan lies, his eyes telling a very different story. Shane can’t speak, he just buries his face in his phone, scrolling through email just to give his hands something to do.

“Yeah, sure, okay,” Carter says unconvincingly as he grabs the jackfruit from the table. 

Once he’s gone, Shane mumbles, “Sorry.” He’s still staring at his phone, although his vision is blurry.

“S’okay. You were right,” Ryan says just his breath.

That gets Shane to look up. “About what?”

“It was better than the jackfruit.”

[stereogeekspodcast]

[Transcript] Season 5, Episode 4. TIFF 2024 Round-Up, Part II

In the second part of the Stereo Geeks' 2024 Toronto International Film Festival round-up, Mon reviews the documentary Vice Is Broke and the film The Luckiest Man in America. Ron discusses We Live in Time and The Salt Path.

For more TIFF film recommendations, find Ron and Mon's reviews at womenwriteaboutcomics.com

Listen to the episode on Spotify.

Image credit: Courtesy of TIFF

RON: Welcome back to Stereo Geeks. Today’s our second round-up episode of films we saw at the Toronto International Film Festival. I’m Ron.

MON: And I’m Mon. Today, I’m reviewing the documentary Vice Is Broke and the film The Luckiest Man in America. 

RON: And I’m chatting about We Live in Time and The Salt Path. 

MON: Vice Is Broke is a documentary by Edward Huang, a former creator for Vice who was affected by the company going bankrupt. 

While I, like many others, have consumed articles and media by Vice, I didn’t know anything about its origins, its rise to being a formidable media company, and its eventual demise. So this was an insightful documentary for me to understand how Vice was so influential, and where it went wrong. 

RON: That sounds scary. 

MON: Honestly, a lot of this documentary made me see red. It explained how and why the US is in the mess it’s in now, though I don’t think that was the intention of the film. 

From the sounds of it, Vice was like The Wolf of Wall Street on steroids, especially in the early days. And then it got caught in the usual capitalism cycle, so, unless a person was a big gun they could literally work for years without the credit they deserved. 

I question some of the choices Huang made in the doc. He kept cutting to these random shots of the talking heads’ shoes or gestures. He also kept in shots of himself, I don’t know, it was like he was thinking or listening? They were incongruous. I’ve seen this being done in other docs or news items — but a lot of times these are just in there as fillers. Maybe the creators have another meaning for them, but they didn't mean much to me as a viewer. 

Huang also keeps harping on about how Vice was like Xavier’s School for Mutants — from the X-Men comics — because it was a place for freaks to be themselves. But he doesn’t take the analogy far enough to say that the school, while flawed, also has rules, regulations and a deep need to do the right thing. Vice, from what Huang suggests in Vice Is Broke, was just a place for dudes and ignorant people to be their worst selves and never get called out for it. 

The big problem with this doc is that Huang does an interview with Gavin McInnes, who was the founder of Vice before being ousted. Eventually, McInnes went on to found the far-right white nationalist hate group the Proud Boys. And this guy, he comes into the documentary with figurative guns blazing. He’s a disgusting, racist and incendiary man. I was literally cursing at the screen at the footage they showed of him. No wonder the US is messed up! 

So, when Huang is talking to McInnes, this guy purposely obfuscates everything Huang asks him about his beliefs. Now, mind you, the interview for Vice Is Broke is not about white nationalism, but there’s a throughline from the edgelord, lowest common denominator stuff that Vice peddled over the years, and the formation of the Proud Boys. You’d expect Huang to probe McInnes more, or at the very least, berate and belittle him for his ludicrous claims. Huang does not. It’s frustrating. 

But what’s worse is that, Huang, I felt, misunderstands how the likes of McInnes and eventual owner of Vice, Shane Smith, think. One doesn’t need to know them personally to know what leads to someone creating a bloodthirsty hate group, nor how their colleague pockets a yearly income of $100 million for a company that eventually dies and leaves its creators unpaid. They are greedy and crave power. That’s it. It’s not rocket science. I wish Huang had dealt with the insidiousness of this element of corporate greed and collapse more. 

Honestly, seeing some of the things I did in this documentary, I get why the US has such a warped view of itself and the rest of the world. Vice Is Broke put into perspective American media for me. It may just be one company, but if everyone wanted to be like Vice, it explains how their media has done a brilliant job of painting all the prejudiced nutters inside their borders as the cool outsiders and everyone outside their country as a gun-toting, drug-addled cannibal. I get it now. But it’s so scary to think that their people have been consuming these perspectives for years and now it’s too late to change it. 

Huang has a personal stake in bringing this story to light, but I also believe this story needs to be told, and who better than someone who was on the inside? 

Vice Is Broke is more of a foundational crash course into understanding how such a well-known and influential company imploded, and how the signs were there well before the plug was pulled. I hope there will be more investigations into the company, especially how its mostly-white executives purposely manipulated their coverage of other countries to make them look horrible and scary. Shameful company, and it’s probably just the tip of the iceberg.

RON: Yikes! Well, that’s eye-opening. Let’s go to a completely unrelated, but equally exasperating viewing experience, We Live in Time.

One of the reasons I wanted to watch this movie was because of the absolutely bonkers poster featuring the main cast and a wide-eyed terrifying carousel horse. Watching the film, I was shocked, shocked I say, that the horse had nary an appearance in the film. When it did finally show up, it was hidden by lens glare.

MON: That’s outrageous! The horse wuz robbed!

RON: The film itself is a charming love story about a couple and their life together. Except, it’s told out of order. Andrew Garfield plays Tobias, who works in marketing at Weetabix. The brand is name-dropped several times during the film. Florence Pugh plays Almut, a chef who’s also participated in several cooking competitions. 

Because the story is told out of order, we first see them already living in a comfortable routine with their daughter. Then we find out that Almut has cancer and it’s the second time she’s had it. The film hops between their journey through the tough decisions they need to make around her diagnosis and how they first met and fall in love. 

The chemistry between Garfield and Pugh is off the charts. This film would not work if they didn’t have chemistry but fortunately it’s so strong that they make for a believable couple. 

We don’t get to see much of Tobias’ work but we do get to see Almut being a chef and a competition she joins. These were my favourite parts. As with The Bear, I love watching fictional depictions of cooking. The food in this film is gorgeous to look at. 

So far so good, right? Wrong! 

MON: Oh no. Why, what happens? 

RON: If there is one thing I cannot stand in films is when characters act unnaturally. Unfortunately, this film has the characters end up in far too many unlikely situations, and they make the weirdest choices. Some of them just don’t make sense.

Look, I know that by dint of this being a film, it’s going to be contrived. It’s not real. But my suspension of disbelief can only go so far. Just as Almut is having contractions, they find that their teeny car has been blocked in by both sides. It turns out to be a false alarm, but when Almut is actually ready to give birth, they end up in a traffic jam and she has to deliver at a gas station. At one point, Tobias crashes someone’s baby shower to make a grand apology to Almut. Come on now! People don’t do things like that. 

MON: Yeah, this Hollywood trope of women always being in peril during labour is ridiculous. Eden had a really outrageous scene in it, but that might actually have happened. Who knows. 

RON: Yeah. Annoying. Almut also makes some wild decisions while undergoing cancer treatment which, honestly, leaves one to wonder if she ever felt appreciated in her professional ambitions. Like, my goodness, if you have to go behind your partner’s back for this stuff, what is happening in the relationship?

But what really put me off this film was some of the disturbing messages around motherhood. We already know that they have a daughter. Later in the film we see them as they’re first dating and Almut says she doesn’t want kids whereas Tobias does. They have a row but decide to continue the relationship and obviously they do have a child. 

Now this really bothered me because this is the constant narrative that’s shoved onto women. No matter how a woman feels about not having kids, people always say that she’ll change her mind. Because all women are just dying to have kids, right? When do we get to see the inverse? When do we get to see a female character saying she doesn’t want to have kids and then not having them?

MON: I can think of Starbuck in Battlestar Galactica, but yeah, that’s a frustrating trope. 

RON: This film somehow makes it worse. Almut used to have a female partner and they broke up because Almut didn’t want children but her partner did. And then she ends up wanting to have a child with Tobias. It’s literally that awful line that a woman will change her mind about kids if she meets the right man. Good grief!

Even worse, by choosing to ensure she can conceive a child in the future, Almut leaves herself open to a cancer relapse. So a woman should put her health and life in danger for the future possibility of conception?

Then, right at the end of the film, there seemed to be this undertone of women giving up their professional dreams to put the needs of their family first. Which was just the cherry on top of this horrible motherhood is supreme cake.

MON: Wowza! I am so glad I didn’t bother watching this film. That sounds yugh!!!! No thanks. You know it’s going to win all the acting awards right?

RON: Ugh, please. I don’t want to think about this film any more. 

MON: Not to worry, I’m here to distract you with The Luckiest Man in America! 

I was quite excited to watch this film. I love game shows, and I like films about game shows. Unfortunately The Luckiest Man in America turned out to be seriously disappointing.

The film is based on the true story of a man named Michael Larson, who was on a show called Press Your Luck and got on a record-breaking winning streak. Who is this man, how did he get on the show, and how was he this lucky? The film ekes out this information slowly as the episode shooting continues. 

Paul Walter Hauser plays Michael, who is in awe of the show’s co-creator Bill Carruthers, played by David Strathairn. Bill brings Michael onto the show despite his casting director Chuck (played by Shamier Anderson) warning him that something’s off about Michael. Other characters of note are game show host Peter Tomarken, played by Walton Goggins, and Sylvia, the runner/PA, played by Maisie Williams. 

My problem with the film was that most of the information was left out — it felt a lot like the creators took a ‘if you know you know’ approach to the storytelling. As someone who did not know, I was lost about the rules of the game or who the players in the story were. Without knowing who the characters were, I couldn’t understand their motivations or the stakes for them either. 

I wish they’d been clearer about how much of the shooting made it on screen. Is it one episode or several? Those technicalities tripped up the storytelling. 

RON: Oh man, that sucks. You were so excited for this film. 

MON: The film is on cruise control. It’s like the creators know what the ending is so they don’t attempt to ramp up the tension at all. The narrative has no rhythm and that’s where this film falls flat. 

Another weird grouse is that none of the wigs looked right. At first I thought it was just the one for Anderson and I was going to rage about the hair and makeup department not knowing how to treat their Black actors properly, but no, all the wigs looked bad. 

RON: That’s just bizarre. Tell me there was something good about this film?

MON: Yeah, all the performances are good, so it’s a real shame the film isn’t that exciting. Paul Walter Hauser is great as Michael. He gives Michael a standoffish and intense vibe without adding annoying affectations. But, Michael does have a particular way of playing the game, and Hauser manages to capture that affectation every single time. That can’t have been easy, but he was splendid in this.

Shamier Anderson is outstanding in The Luckiest Man in America. He has a smallish role, but he’s excellent. And he has such a striking screen presence. We need more of this man in Hollywood.

I’m so disappointed in The Luckiest Man in America. I’d have preferred a bad film over a disappointing one. 

RON: I couldn’t agree more. On a more positive note, let me end our round-up with The Salt Path.

Based on a true story, The Salt Path follows Raynor and Moth Winn, played by Gillian Anderson and Jason Isaacs, a couple who owned a farm and then lost everything. With their children away at university, the Winns make the impromptu decision to walk the Salt Path.

They have very little money to live of off—essentially, they get a £40 tax credit every month. And that’s meant to cover their food and camping needs, as well as any emergency shelter they may need. 

Neither of them has done much hiking in a while, and Moth has a degenerative disease that requires that he rest, not really possible when they’re hiking. But they persevere through the hardships and inclement weather, as well as the pain that Moth is constantly suffering, to find a kind of freedom and peace in nature that they hadn’t realized they wanted. 

They also realise how much they love each other when all the trappings of life are stripped away. 

MON: Awww. That sounds sweet. 

RON: Yeah, this was quite a wholesome film and absolutely beautiful to look at. There are so many shots of the ocean behind them as they’re walking up these steep cliffs. They find themselves in these verdant forests and fields. So much beautiful green. It really kicked my wanderlust into gear. There was one point when I wanted to jump into the film, the landscape was gorgeous. 

MON: Yeah, I feel you. 

RON: But nothing in this film made me want to go hiking and camping. Nope. I want to see beautiful nature but not if I have to deal with eating spaghetti all the time and not having access to facilities. 

MON: I’m with you there. 

RON: The Salt Path works well because the central couple have plenty of chemistry. Never in a million years would I have imagined Anderson and Isaacs in a film together but they capture the vibe of an old married couple. 

Ray is very much the pragmatist, checking their finances constantly, deciding what snacks they should and shouldn’t buy. She’s the cake police among the two of them. 

Moth is an optimist. He’s sure everything will work out. Or that they’ll figure out how to make it work. He refuses to be a fatalist. Even when he’s talking about death, especially his impending death, according to doctors, he’s not fatalistic about it. Things will work out. 

I’m still not sure why their house got repossessed. They mention something about an investment and having to take on someone else’s debt. Moth’s friend appears to have been the one who led them to this situation. But I’m not sure about the specifics. Doesn’t really matter but I was curious about it.

One part that did bother me was when Moth stops taking his medication. After some nasty withdrawals, he feels much better. He says his mind is clearer and his mobility and pain improves as well. I’m glad things worked out for Moth. That walking and the hiking diet helped him. But I wish there had been some message or at least a dialogue saying, don’t do this at home. Other people with this disease might be tempted to forgo their doctor’s orders and chuck their medication away. But that may not work out for everyone. It’s a dangerous message to share in a film. 

This film made me think about Nomadland. Because it’s a somewhat similar situation. Older people without a home or livelihood because of circumstances beyond their control. Far too many countries have no plans for their older populations. Either you have a ton of savings and a great pension, or you’re out in the street. It’s absolutely terrifying and enraging, despite this film ending on a very hopeful note. 

There is one funny part that I want to highlight. While Ray and Moth are hiking, people keep calling him Simon. They’re so confused about it. Then they ask him about his writing, and they’re even more confused. Eventually it’s revealed that the poet Simon Armitage is doing the same journey and people just assumed Moth was him. This was really funny because we had a poetry reading by Armitage back in Dubai talking about this journey. Felt very full circle to me.

MON: Wow, that’s certainly a blast from the past for us. I’m glad The Salt Path was a good experience. Sounds interesting.And that’s it for our two-parter of TIFF 2024 round-up reviews. We enjoyed our time at TIFF, and if you’re looking for more recommendations or opinions about this year’s TIFF films, head on over to womenwriteaboutcomics.com for the rest of our film reviews. Until then, see you next time.

[reikoackerman]

Dance with Me

Characters: Levi x Rei (me)

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluffy. Extremely self-indulgent. Block the tags #levi x rei and #reivi if it's too gross. Story takes place before Renée was born (aka in 2015) which also shows hints as to when Renée was born. Also a little racy near the end 🙈

Word count: 2.1k (I'm sorry lol)

A/N: I have an issue whereby if I have a FIXATION on something, I have to write it. So please pardon my self-indulgence and fantasy byeeeee n_n also yes I have a post in my drafts about the birthdays of the four Ackerman Juniors so I will post it when the time is right!!!!

Also, tagging my sister-in-law @mrscommandersmith because you're probably one of the very few people who can tolerate my indulgent nonsense 🤪

[25 December 2015]

It was just after Levi's 28th birthday dinner. I was washing the dishes as Levi went to clean up the dining table. It was the first time we were celebrating Levi's birthday as a married couple, and instead of going out for dinner like we used to, we've decided to avoid the Christmas crowd and celebrate it at home instead.

Dinner was simple and cosy, just the way we liked. It had been a little more than a month since we got married and moved into our new home together, but it felt like nothing changed. Our home. It had such a nice ring. Sometimes I still can't believe that I'm married to someone as perfect as Levi, and now I'm no longer Miss Akiyama, but Mrs Ackerman.

While I was still washing the dishes, Levi's Spotify playlist started playing a familiar old tune.

As Close to You by The Carpenters started playing, I closed my eyes and gently hummed, remembering the choreography to this song. It was for a Teachers' Day dance performance I did when I was still in secondary school, back in 2009.

Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near?

Just like me, they long to be, close to you.

Why do stars fall down from the sky, every time you walk by?

Just like me, they long to be, close to you.

My body automatically swayed to the music, the choreography still as clear as day. My feet started dancing on their own.

Step, up, step, kick, step, turn, step, relax.

I didn't realise Levi was behind me until I felt his arms wrapped around my waist, his strong chest against my back.

"What's with the little dance, mon cœur?" He whispered next to my ear, resting his chin comfortably on my shoulder. My heart raced when I heard his voice and a smile automatically appeared on my face.

"Nothing," I giggled, reaching up to put the plates on the drying rack. "I just remembered that I danced to this song when I was 15." Levi spun me around, and trapped me against the sink. Silently, he stared at me for a while, until he suddenly chuckled.

"Tch. You can still remember something you performed six years ago?" A laugh escaped my lips, and Levi's eyes turned into little crescents. I dried my hands on the towel hanging by the cabinet.

"I can remember every single dance performance I did ever since I was four years old, until now," slowly snaking my hands up his chest, I interlocked them behind his neck as the music continued playing in the background.

That is why all the girls in town, follow you all around.

Just like me, they long to be, close to you.

Just like me, they long to be, close to you.

"Dance with me?"

As the bridge played, Levi and I gently swayed in synchronised steps, eyes never leaving the other. From the kitchen, we somehow ended up in the living room. With his hand loosely supporting my waist and my arms behind his neck, our dance didn't stop even after the music ended.

Beautiful in White by Shane Filan came up right after, the introduction wordlessly drawing us in. With a smile, our hands transitioned as though we were just practicing; my left hand on his shoulder while his right was behind mine. Our other hands interlocked, and when Shane Filan started singing, we continued our dance. It was like our wedding night all over again.

Not sure if you know this

But when we first met

I got so nervous I couldn't speak

In that very moment

I found the one and

My life had found its missing piece

So as long as I live I love you

Will have and hold you

You look so beautiful in white

And from now 'til my very last breath

This day I'll cherish

You look so beautiful in white

Tonight

"Have I ever told you, my mum loves wearing white?" Levi told me once the first chorus was over.

"Mh-hmm, yeah, I noticed," I gave Levi a small smile. "Maman does have a lot of white clothing. Her favourite dress is white too."

As the second verse played in the background, Levi was silent once more.

"Have I also ever told you, that you remind me a lot of Maman?"

"Yes, Levi, countless times, actually."

"Can't believe how possessive and needy the both of you are sometimes." Levi rolled his eyes.

"We'll, I can't help that we're both born in the year of the dog, amour. Dogs are possessive. Look at ours." Chuckling to Levi, we both simultaneously turned to our three babies. Haruma was lying in his doggy bed without a care in the world. Hitomi and Hidemi on the other hand were chasing each other, trying to bite the other's neck in a playful wrestle. Before we knew it, Levi's arms were around my waist again while my hands loosely hung on his shoulders.

And if a daughter is what our future holds

I hope she has your eyes

Finds love like you and I did

Yeah, and if she falls in love, we'll let her go

I'll walk her down the aisle

She'll look so beautiful in white, yeah yeah

"I hope our daughter has your eyes," Levi softly says as he held me snug against his chest.

"No, our daughter need to have YOUR eyes, Levi. You need to pass on your mesmerising grey eye genes to the next generation," I scowled, playfully hitting him on the chest. "Dark brown eyes are so boring."

"A black haired brat with my grey eyes? Tch. She's just going to look like my mum." Levi scoffs, his fringe swaying along.

"What's wrong with that? Your mum's a beauty. Our daughter will be a pageant queen if she has your hair and eyes."

"Our daughter will be a pageant queen if she has your dimples and smile."

"Then what's our son going to get? Your shitty temper and my dark circles?" I laughed out loud, staring at Levi.

"He'll have your eyes."

"No, Levi, our children needs to have grey eyes. If they get MY eyes, I'll disinherit them." Levi frowned, cupping my cheeks.

"You're not being serious, are you?"

"Levi, baby, of course I'm joking. How could I disinherit our own flesh and blood?" It was my turn to frown now. I can't believe he thought I was being serious. Hearing me, Levi heaved a sigh of relief and hugged me close again. We both remained like this in each other's embrace even after the music ended. Now his playlist was playing I'll Make Love To You by Boyz II Men.

"You know... I've been thinking." Levi suddenly spoke up after a while. We both stopped in our steps. I let out a hum, looking at Levi. There was something different in the way he looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel jitters in my gut.

"We're parents to our fur babies right?" I nodded. Levi must be referring to our three dogs in the living room and the two rabbits sleeping in the study room.

"Uh-huh...? What about them?"

Levi started stroking my cheek with his thumb, and I could see a faint hint of red tainting his alabaster skin. His lower lip quivered before he spoke.

"I, uh, I was just thinking... that m-maybe, uh, you know, it's time for us to... perhaps b-become parents to human babies instead?" Levi stuttered and spoke so softly by the end of his sentence, yet I heard his message loud and clear. My eyes widened, and my heart fluttered.

"Baby, I've only been your wife for slightly more than a month, and you want me to become a mother already?" I looked at him shyly, feeling my face heat up. We both knew we loved and wanted children, it was just a matter of when, and I definitely wasn't expecting Levi to bring up this topic so soon. Levi suddenly looked a little conflicted.

"I know it's a big decision for you. You're only 21, and you're already bound to me for life. You should be enjoying your youth, and not being tied down as someone else's wife, or a young mother." Levi let out a sigh, releasing me from his embrace. "Sorry, mon cœur, I shouldn't have said anything." Levi walked towards our bedroom without a word. I quickly dashed forward, hugging him tight.

"What makes you think I'll say no?" Levi turned around with a bewildered look and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Is this your idea of asking me for some birthday sex, amour?" I gave him a shy smile, walking away to switch off the living room lights. Levi remained standing by our bedroom door. Despite the lack of lighting, I could tell Levi was probably blushing and feeling very embarrassed as well.

"W-well, I didn't mean it that way, b-but—"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was thinking the same?" I cut Levi off before he could say anything more. Levi was stunned.

"Even if you didn't say anything, I would have dragged you into the bedroom and made out with you so passionately that you'll be horny and begging me to let you fuck me." I winked at Levi and went to the bedroom, Levi trailing behind me looking dumbfounded.

"Also, I don't oppose the idea of having kids at 21, maybe 22, seeing how we're in December already." Closing the windows, I drew the curtains and switched on the aircon. I closed the bedroom door with my foot and slowly pushed Levi towards our bed. Levi was visibly surprised at how forward I was. As his knees hit the bed frame, he fell on the mattress while I straddled him tight.

"So, Levi Ackerman," I whispered in his ear, watching him shudder and feeling goosebumps appearing across his skin. Levi's hands were also cupping my ass cheeks. "Wanna make me the mother of your children tonight?" I could feel a low rumbling in Levi's chest before he swiftly switched our positions, pinning me down on the mattress instead. Levi hovered above me with a look of hunger in his eyes. Stroking a finger across my cheek, Levi look a long whiff against my neck before kissing me underneath my earlobe, lowering one hand until it was in line with the hem of my shirt.

"I hope your body can keep up with me then, Reiko Ackerman." Levi swiftly removed my shirt and kissed me roughly before staring hard at my clothed chest.

"Is this new?" Levi smirked and ran his palm across the navy coloured lacy bralette, feeling the material under his touch. "I don't think I ever saw you wear this before." I nodded and shyly bit my lip.

"Do you like it? I bought this with Isabel when we went shopping last month. She said this would be a perfect birthday present for you." Isabel told me I would look sexy as hell in this lacy lingerie set, but I was actually feeling a little nervous. I never wore anything so skimpy and lacy before and I was afraid I looked ugly instead. Levi, though, seemed to disagree.

"I love it, baby. Gotta thank Izzy the next time I see her." Levi kept staring at my chest and I was slowly feeling embarrassed. "You look beautiful, my love, but you know what? I think you look better without it."

Without delay, Levi unclasped the lacy bralette and harshly threw it aside, kissing me with urgency. I moaned into the kiss, feeling excitement pool in my belly. Sex with Levi was always passionate and interesting, but tonight seemed a little different. It wasn't just making love for our own pleasure and desire anymore. Levi broke the kiss after a while and leaned against my forehead, his lips moistened and his chest heaving.

"Oh, my dear husband, I'm more than ready, you know. It's that time of the month." I shyly smiled at Levi again, hoping he'll get the hint. Levi looked stunned for a while before he let out a gentle smile instead, and softly pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I love you, Rei."

"I love you too, Levi. If all goes well, you'll have your belated birthday present nine months later."

Pulling Levi closer to me, our lips met in a heated kiss once more. As Levi started roaming his hands to the waistband of my shorts, my hands lingered across his back before peeling his shirt off him. It was a night filled with nothing short of passion and love, and probably Levi's most memorable birthday to date.

And everything did go according to plan, because nine months later, Levi and I welcomed the best present of our lives on 16 September 2016, the birthday of our firstborn daughter, Renée Naomi Ackerman. Needless to say, our little princess did get Levi's grey eyes.

Well it was supposed to be Levi and I slow dancing LOL I'm sorry it escalated to something else. Who else can I blame other than myself? *facepalm*

Also!!! In case anyone is confused, I headcanon Levi to be born on 25 December 1987, and Kuchel's birthday is 20 May 1970. Yes if you've done the math, Kuchel gave birth to Levi when she was 17. It's another story for another time XD. Also, if anyone of you are feeling confused as to what the heck is the year of the dog, you can read all about it here!!

Also, the names and breeds of our fur babies can be found here!!

[takethemonetandletsgogh]

what i've been reading (august 2022)

disclaimer: I have been reading way too much. I work in the literary field so I have access to a lot of books and I don't know how to control myself.

books

Orphic Paris by Henri Cole: I have nothing good to say... sorry

Plainwater by Anne Carson: speechless. best read of the month. I devoured it in 2 days it was THAT good. Anne Carson never disappoints.

Crossing the Water by Sylvia Plath: amazing, beautiful, my favorite Plath collection so far it was just so so so good; I'm speechless.

Anthology of Palestinian Poetry: very interesting and so diverse collection of poetry from Arabic and Palestinian poets! Some were better than others but a great introductory read to delve into this field of poetry:)

The Essential June Jordan: this blew me away. one of the most impactful read of this year. I loved it so much I want to read it again and again and again.

Selected Poems by Paul Auster: a bit repetitive in the leitmotivs but it was really interesting. I need to read more of this author!!

The Albertine Workout by Anne Carson: great reflexion / poem on the character of Albertine in Proust’s Search for Lost Time. Would need to read it again after reading Proust to fully understand though.

Poems 1962—2012 by Louise Glück: a re-read. loved it even more than the first time. I can't express how much I love her poems.

The Royal Game by Stefan Zweig: such a compelling short story !! I couldn't put it down. highly recommend for a short read.

articles

“Anne Carson's Splintered Brilliance” by Charlotte Shane (2016) : “Anne Carson lives for the breaking up, the separation. She’s trafficked in fragmentation for a long time: Her career as a scholar of ancient works, which are often fragmentary or have no definite author, required becoming intimate with the incomplete, the impossibility of completion”

“The Handmaiden” and the Freedom Women Find Only with One Another by Jia Tolentino (2016)

On Rediscovering the Natural World Through Ovid by Nina MacLaughlin (2019) : “We grow close and closer, as with a friend, a love, the members of one’s family, so, too, a city block on the commute, the shifting light, the shape of the leaves on the Japanese maple around the corner. The tiny patch of lavender on a corner near my apartment that I see each early morning, a version of a friend. I am curious about it, interested in its presence and its growth: Who planted it, I wonder. Why’s it here?”

mangas & comics (I've been reading A LOT of those........)

Spy Family vol. 1 — 8 by Tatsuya Endo : I spent a whole 5 days selling them at the Paris Japan Expo back in July and they were so popular I decided to read them and I really liked it!! It was very funny and endearing. Very glad I stole magnets for my fridge at my job back in July.

Seuls vol. 1 — 13 by Fabien Vehlmann & Bruno Gazzotti : very interesting French comic I used to read when I was a child and recently discovered again!! Highly recommend. About children surviving some sort of 'apocalyspe' alone when every grown-ups have disappeared.

Le Bateau de Thésée vol. 1 — 10 by Toshiya Higashimoto : manga about a man trying to fix his family history that has been ruptured by a tragedy. Very reminiscent of Erased. I liked the world-building as time travels can be sometimes confusing. Not very convinced by the ending though. The main character is so prettily drawn!!!

Beauté vol. 1 — 3 by Hubert and Kerascoët : another French comic I used to read as a child (which I was probably too young to read...) and recently discovered again. This book is GORGEOUS (I love Kerascoët's artstyle<3) and asks some extremely interesting philosophical questions about beauty and politics.

Mon papa dessine des femmes nues by Philippe Dupuy : very heart-warming comic about art, fatherhood and sensibility. Dupuy's illustrations are mind-blowing and this feels like a true trip inside another world. Very interesting questions on culture and art in general, through the lens of children.

memoir research

"On Rediscovering the Natural World Through Ovid" by Nina MacLaughlin (2019)

“THE MYTH OF DAPHNE ON A COIN MINTED AT DAMASCUS.” by Gabriela Bijovsky (2003)

“ORACLE TREES IN THE ANCIENT HELLENIC WORLD.” by Luís Mendonça de Carvalho, Francisca Maria Fernandes and Hugh Bowden (2011)

“POETRY, METAMORPHOSIS, AND THE LAUREL: OVID, PETRARCH, AND SCEVE.” by JoAnn DellaNeva (1982)

“The Roots of ‘Daphne.’” by J. L. Lightfoot (2000)

“Ovid’s Metamorphic Bodies: Art, Gender, and Violence in the ‘Metamorphoses.’” by Charles Segal (1998)

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

Snippet of "Bonne Nuit, Mon Ange" Chapter 2 for @wrestlezaynia

Also, @himbos-hotline, @zkivens, @riveliciousx, @thesamiandkevinshow, @coloursflyaway and the rest of the Zowens crew.

Sami held his hand out to Kevin who took it. For a moment, Sami tried to get back to his feet before he let out a gasping yelp and sunk back to the floor. 

“You know,” he muttered, “I think I’ll stay on the floor for now.” 

Kevin could feel his guts tying themselves in knots and, sitting on the floor beside Sami, he lifted his partner into his arms. Sami relaxed and, after a moment, hazel eyes peered upward accompanied by a soft smile. 

“That’s...” he said softly, “this is much better.” 

A breathed chuckle escaped Kevin. “You hopeless romantic.” 

“Guilty as charged.” 

For a moment, Sami’s eyes met Kevin’s, and everything faded away. The locker room, the arena, the match… the shower that was still running in the background for some reason… none of it meant a damn thing compared to the man laying in his arms. Absentmindedly, his thumb traced the edge of Sami’s face, near his eye. There was the faint outline of a bruise starting to form there, obviously from Shane’s assault, and Kevin wanted nothing more than to kiss it and every other wound and injury Sami had ever suffered away for good. 

He must have been staring because Sami blinked upward at him, asking, “See something you like?” 

Kevin whispered, “You. God, you’re beautiful.” 

“Now who’s the romantic?” 

“Yeah? Good thing we’re together or this would be awkward.” 

“As if you never stopped in the middle of a match to kiss me when we weren’t together.” 

Kevin rolled his eyes. He had a point. 

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Seen Through Different Eyes Part 2 (Fic part 118) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

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‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

"Yeah." She murmurs, trying to keep composed as she listens to Helms.

"They're the softest I've ever kissed. I could kiss them every moment of my life and it wouldn't be long enough. Not nearly long enough. See your nose?"

"Yeah," Her voice wavers slightly as she struggles to keep composed.

"It's so damn cute. It scrunches when you're really concentrated. See your arms?"

"Uh huh."

"They're so damn strong. It amazes me every day just how much power is inside them. Inside all of you. You're strong in every way there is to be. But you don't have to flex every moment, so to speak. You don't have to be hard and tough. You can be soft. See your belly?"

Kirby nods, trying her hardest not to cry.

"Our baby's in there. You're creating a new life inside you. One that's never existed before. You're creating a miracle. This body is creating a miracle. This body is giving me a family. And I'll be damned if I stand here and listen to you talk down about the two greatest gifts I've ever been given."

Kirby can't hold back the tears anymore, she buries her face in her hands as she starts crying. He hugs her tightly from behind, leaning his forehead against her back.

"Shane, I love you so fucking much. I ... I feel so bad for talking about myself the way I do."

"Don't feel bad anymore. Just... be kind to yourself. You deserve so much love."

"I'll try my hardest, okay, every single day, I'll be as kind to myself as I can." She whispers, turning around in his arms to hold him close.

"Thank you, my love."

"Shane, you are the nicest man I've ever met, I love you so much."

"I love you too and I always will."

"I wanna hug you forever and I wanna sleep with you in my arms." She whispers against his neck.

"We can do that. Both those things."

"Alright, mon ange, we'll sleep, then tomorrow... we have work." She murmurs.

"That's right, we do. Getting almost used to all this time off."

"Then I have work on Tuesday, and then no plans on Wednesday, so we can just relax... or head to wherever the next show is." She whispers as she kisses his jawline and neck.

"Probably gonna be back on the road."

"Come here." She murmurs as she hoists him over her shoulder and carries him to the bed.

"There’s gonna be a point you shouldn't do this anymore." He laughs. "Once you get a baby bump, I'm gonna be a lot more strict about it."

"I'm gonna do this until you physically stop me, it's too easy to pick you up."

"Then I guess I gotta bulk up more." He chuckles.

Kirby drops him on the bed, "Shane, you're gonna have to bulk up a lot more, I can carry five hundred pounds."

"That doesn't mean you should while heavily pregnant. They recommend no more than a purse. Maybe a suitcase."

"Okay, my love, I'll listen to you."

"You should. That scene in Rocky two still terrifies me."

"I've never watched that movie." She admits sheepishly.

"Well, the jist is that Rocky, the boxer, retires after his first big fight, but he can't hold down a job after his wife gets pregnant, so he chooses to have a second big fight while his wife works part-time at a pet store. His heart isn't in the fight and she's lifting all these heavy bags and buckets of pet food all the time while super heavily pregnant. She ends up having the baby prematurely, but then she goes into a coma from blood loss. Rocky just kinda sits vigil over her for days, not knowing if she'll wake up. I just don't want that to happen. I want you to be awake when our baby comes. I don't want you in a coma."

"That's terrifying. I never wanna lift anything ever again." She whispers to herself.

"Now you see why I get so nervous every time you pick me up." He chuckles sheepishly.

Kirby climbs into the bed next to him, "yeah, jeez."

"I'll just focus on training so I can carry you one day."

Kirby snuggles up to Helms, kissing his neck softly and stroking his hair. He practically purrs as she strokes his hair. Kirby softly nips at his neck, before pulling Helms into a gentle kiss. He kisses her back happily, snuggling into her arms.

"I love you, Shane." She whispers against his lips.

"I love you too, Kirby. I always will."

Kirby settles down to sleep next to Helms, nuzzling against his neck and holding him close.

"Get some rest, mon chère."

Kirby nods sleepily, kissing his neck. He strokes her back slowly until she's soothed to sleep. She makes a small happy noise in her sleep. Helms is calmed by the noise. If she's happy, then there's less chance of nightmares. Kirby shifts her position slightly to keep Helms next to her, moving herself to make sure he can't move easily. He's effectively trapped in snuggle city. Kirby stays in that position for the rest of the night. Helms even gets the chance to sleep from how peaceful she is. A knocking at the door at 9 AM the next morning (Mon 17 Sep '01) wakes the couple.

"Morning, handsome." Kirby murmurs as she kisses his jawline.

"Morning, gorgeous." He mumbles, still mostly asleep.

"I'll get the door." She whispers as she goes to get up.

"Who The hell could be here so early?"

Kirby looks at the clock on the nightstand, "it's not that early, mon mari, it's nine am, could be anyone."

"Not double digits... too early..."

"Lazy bones." She jokes as she gets up.

"Title of my sex tape." He chuckles.

Kirby has to bite her lip to stifle her laughter.

"But really, who could need us this early?"

"Might be Vince just checking in, or Show." Kirby shrugs as she goes to answer the door. There's actually no one outside, just another gift, breakfast, a bag of McDonalds with a note from Rikishi.

"Did my newly-declared favourite relative give us breakfast?"

"So nice of Solo to get us breakfast." She murmurs as she brings Helms the bag.

"Probably an apology for breaking me in half yesterday."

"Probably." She nods as she hands him the bag of food.

"Gonna have to give him a hug or something."

"And risk him making your back go crack." She chuckles.

"A necessary risk."

"True, anyway mon ange, what's in the bag?"

"Two breakfast sandwiches and two smoothies."

"Okay, so he's actually been nice and let us stick to our diet." She murmurs.

"Cheers to being healthy."

"Cheers, mon mari."

Kirby's about half way through her drink when she has to cover her mouth, "babe, you don't mind if I burp, right?" She asks quietly.

"Better out than in, as Shrek says."

"Alright, cool." She murmurs before she let's out a 4 second long burp.

"Damn! That was impressive." He grins.

"Really?" She asks, blushing bright red,

"Absolutely."

"The longest I've ever burped was, nine seconds, I think." She admits sheepishly.

"I've got you beat by one, babe."

"Oh really?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"Ten seconds, and I've got three witnesses."

"Still can't beat my dad's record though, damn dad was funny, anyway, uhm, grossest thing you can do? Can you burp the alphabet?" She chuckles.

"The alphabet is a bit out of my league."

"Well, what is the grossest thing you can do?"

"Gross to look at or actually gross?"

"Either."

"I can put my legs behind my head."

"Holy shit, that's cool." She murmurs.

"Yeah, but it looks damn weird when I'm naked."

"Shane." She whines, slapping his arm.

"What? It does." He laughs.

Kirby shakes her head, "uhm, grossest thing I can do is either the bending backwards thing, or popping my left shoulder out of place then back into place."

"Oof, that is gross."

"Which one's worse?" She questions teasingly, trying not to laugh.

"Probably the shoulder."

"You don't like the sound of bones popping out of their sockets?" She jokingly teases.

"Not even when it's the Thanksgiving turkey."

"That's another thing I haven't thought about in years." She murmurs.

"Frankly overrated."

"Haven't celebrated Thanksgiving in years, guess I'm gonna have to learn how to cook a turkey, even though I hate the stuff."

"Who says we need turkey? Nothing on Thanksgiving is actually that good."

"I much prefer duck, duck's nicer than turkey." She notes.

"Or chicken. I'd love to just get some good-ass Nashville hot chicken for every holiday."

"Never had that." She whispers, mostly to herself.

"Well, I mean, we're in Nashville. If you can handle spice, you'll have a great time with it. If you can't, you probably won't."

"Don't really like spicy food, unless it's katsu chicken curry."

"Probably wouldn't enjoy the hot chicken. It's fried chicken that was supposedly invented by a wife who caught her husband cheating, so she tried to kill him with how spicy the chicken was, but he ended up loving it instead."

"Jesus, why is American cooking so cutthroat?"

"Capitalism." He shrugs.

"I think I'll stick to my own cooking, sweet but simple things."

"The good stuff."

"Things I taught myself to make." She whispers to herself.

"Means you're self-sufficient."

"Had to be, still have to be, used to live alone before I knew you."

"Is that a Hallelujah reference?"

"Hoped you wouldn't notice." She murmurs as she blushes bright red.

"I'll catch every Shrek reference you drop, sweetheart."

"Oh really?" She questions teasingly.

"I've definitely seen it enough times."

"Like me with The Princess Bride."

"Exactly."

"I really really love you." She murmurs.

"I love you too, sweetheart. So damn much."

"God, just, come here you." She whispers as she pulls Helms into a heated kiss.

"Does loving my wife make me merit kisses?"

"I've been wanting to kiss you like that since I woke up." She admits softly.

"Nothing's ever stopping you, doll."

"You're so fucking handsome, and I just want to kiss you endlessly." She whispers as she kisses his jawline and neck.

"Then be my guest." He grins.

Kirby smirks as she kisses as much of his skin as possible, pulling Helms into a heated kiss and almost making them both fall off the bed in the process. He only catches himself at the very last second.

Kirby pulls away, "shit, fuck, sorry."

"It's chill. Not dead." He laughs.

"I got a little overexcited." She mumbles.

"It's okay, sweetheart, I promise."

"I know, I just, I'm sorry I almost made us fall off the bed."

"It happens on occasion when we get too frisky."

"How long do we have until we need to go to work?"

"Just about two hours."

"Alright, uhm, work clothes, specifically, what do I wear today?" She asks herself.

"Something comfy."

"Do you wanna choose what I wear, baby daddy?"

"Just wanna see you comfy and happy."

"Then, sweatpants, a comfy shirt and a hoodie?"

"Sounds good to me."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss before she goes to get dressed. He follows her lead, pulling on his own clothes. Kirby sorts herself out and waits for Helms, softly humming to herself. He's not quite as put-together as her, but in his disarray with light scruff, he looks cuddly and huggable.

"Oh my cute baby daddy." She whispers to herself, not realising that Helms hears her.

"Cute, am I?" He chuckles.

Kirby blushes bright red and hides her face in her hands.

"Hell, I don't mind if you think I'm cute." He grins.

"You're super cute, and I love you a lot." She murmurs.

"I love you a lot too."

"C'mere ya scruffy little beast." She whispers as she pulls Helms into a gentle kiss.

He's soft kissing her back, melting against her. Kirby deepens the kiss, pushing Helms against the wall.

"Mm, and you call me the savage." He grins.

[sleepycoffins-and-benhargreeves]

Standrew Serial KillerxAddams Family AU with Andrew as Fester and Steven as Debbie

Steven as the fancy golden truffle boy who dates people, acts all innocent, marries them then kills his husbands or wives (we stan pansexual Steven)

Andrew is the “Addams-Ilnyckyj” cousin who has been missing for 10 years now and has only recently returned because he got lost in the Bermuda triangle.

Shane and Ryan are prob the Gomez and Morticia Addams couple here, Shane and Andrew are distant cousins, so Shyan tries to help Andrew woo Steven

We’re gonna make a Shyan lovechild (Brett or OC?), Ryan saying he just wants to have it all, loving husband, family, and time to hunt ghouls and demons for his hellish crusade

Steven is that Nanny that barges into the Addams household saying that they’ll finally “found” someone to take care of their child

Andrew, the most stoic and reserved Addams in their family has finally found someone he actually feels attracted to.

Shyan organizes a welcome back home party for Andrew, all relatives invited.

Shyan lovechild grows suspicious of Steven and knows he’s up to no good with their Uncle Andrew

The party happens and Andrew and Shane dance the Mamushka, since both consider each other almost like brothers (they both killed their brothers or smth cuz the tradition of killing your siblings still runs in this era lmao) or they’re just only childs in general tbh idk

After the Mamushka dance, we’ll have Andrew and Steven dance the Hopak. Apparently, the Cossack cousins of the Addams are from Ukraine, Cossack is a Ukranian dance so, Andrew is that Ukranian Cossack cousin and I love this because I just researched this and it’s too fucking perfect for this AU.

Hopak, originally a male dance that eventually evolved into a couples dance, so we have Andrew and Steven dancing together with fucking knives and it will be beautiful, and sexy, and fucking perfect.

I need to research and watch many dances about Hopak and apparently Hora as well, because the Addams family is apparently Jewish in nature so I need a nice way to imagine them dancing with knives while learning all the terms for this fanfic lmao

Andrew and Steven take a lovely romantic stroll in the Addams graveyard, Steven goes in for a the kill, telling Andrew that he’s a virgin and he’s been waiting for someone to make the ultimate sacrifice with him.

Andrew when Steven said he’s been waiting for someone to make the ultimate sacrifice with: “A goat?”

Steven ignoring Andrew’s brain of equating sacrifice to goat and confessing instead that he loves him to which Andrew replies. “I never would’ve thought you’d feel the same way, I love you so much, I’d kill for you, I’d die for you... I’d pay.”

Steven practically moans seductively when Andrew tells him he’d pay lmao imagining all the gold and truffles he’ll have

A nice beautiful scene of Steven and Andrew digging up the grave of Andrew’s mother so that he could propose to Steven with a beautiful golden ring with blood red rubies on it.

Standrew announces to Shyan that they’re engaged and we have that iconic scene of Debbie-Steven showing the ring and holding a shovel with a psychotic look on his face.

Standrew wedding where Andrew has poured out all his feelings and emotions for the first time, shocking the entire Addams clan, it’s long and prob takes at least thirty minutes to an hour and he has misty eyes while his voice continues to almost break from too much love.

Steven, looking impressed and nodding his head, looks to the priest/uncle It and says: “Ditto.”

Shyan lovechild arguing and saying that Steven is prob gonna kill their Uncle Andrew and continues to wail.

Shane telling Standrew as they leave for their honeymoon “Have a nice life together!” and Steven replies. “I will!”

Cue in Standrew honeymoon and Steven tries to kill Andrew numerous times and gets frustratedly angry when Andrew keeps surviving.

They.Have.Sex.

Steven after amazing sex with Andrew and losing his virginity (Let’s admit it, even though Steven has married and murdered so many people, he didn’t think they were worthy enough for him. But Andrew is “rich-enough” for Steven to lose his virginity for, he thinks. Like the richest catch he’s ever had. And no, Steven thinks it’s not because he’s starting to fall for Andrew.)

He made Andrew promise to never-ever talk or contact his family ever again, Andrew indulges him and agrees.

Steven’s butler driving a hearse to the airport and waiting for Steven to get off his flight from Hawaii. “Hello Mr. Ilnyckyj, where is your husband?” He asks, expecting the husband to be dead.

“Oh he’s right there, getting off the flight.” Steven points to Andrew who’s currently looking at him with heart eyes. Butler: “But he’s alive sir!” he says in shock. Steven in a very angry and frustrated voice. “TELL ME ABOUT IT!”

Andrew: I love you mon cher

Steven: WHO?!

Andrew: mi amor???

Steven:  SPEAK IN ENGLISH. or chinese, but he is secretly slowly starting to love the pet names Andrew gives him, don’t worry, we only have tsundere Steven for a short time.

Steven forces Andrew to live with him in a pastel palace that’s very fancy and very un-Addams like, Andrew is intrigued because it’s Steven.

Shyan visits their home to demand to see Andrew, saying it’s not true that Andrew doesn’t want to see them anymore.

Andrew confirms to them that He wants to be alone with Steven now.

Shyan comes home to find that their lovechild has become a pastel monster, very un-Addams like and they cry but accept their child.

Steven tries numerous times to kill Andrew but to no avail.

And this one time that Steven blows up half of their house and finds Andrew “Dead”

He laughs maniacally and says finally but then he’s crying

His tears fall down on Andrew and he opens his eyes and Steven screams.

Andrew: You do care my love

Steven: No! Why are you still alive?! What does it take to kill you monster?!

Andrew laughs and Steven blurts out that he’s been able to kill all of his husbands and wives before but why doesn’t Andrew die?!?!?!

Andrew: because you love me and our love won’t allow us to kill each other

Andrew then explains that he’s known about Steven all this time, that he’s a serial killer, that he loves being this golden fancy boy, and that he even knows that Steven himself is from a notorious serial killer family as well

Steven still in denial but he’s all like “So you’ll let me use your money?”

Andrew: “My love, I love you so much, I’d pay for you and everything else.”

Steven, tsundere but slowly warming up to Andrew, mumbles “Fine, i forgive you.” He grumbles. “And I’ll let you be with your family again.”

Andrew meets the Lims full of serial killer family, only they’re more pastel and shit and he is absolutely in love and their families move to live close to each other and Shyan is also there and they meet the pastel Lim serial killer fam and it’s very very happy and nice and cute and amazing

the end

Wow, this got to be so long and I actually wanna write this but I have so many other Standrew fics in mind so yeah, have this one for now and I’ll think about it if I still wanna write this lmao

It looks and sounds like a lot of fun tbh and I only have to do little research about it I guess to write it perfectly sdjfksandkj

[stardewitagain]

Hey I'm non binary so I was curious what kind of gender neutral pet names all the guys would use :3c (ps I love your blog ;3c)

Thanks, kiddo! I don’t know many, but I have a few ideas!

Harvey: he’s still learning, trying his best, but his go-to pet names for you are sweetie and my heart (sometimes just heart)!

Elliott: he’s completely nixed mon cheri(e) from his dictionary, in favor of dear, darling, and my love!

Shane: he usually calls you babe, but one time he called you bumblebee and you almost fell off your chair

Sebastian: he only uses two pet names anyway (babe and honey) and they’re both gender neutral I think

Sam: he always calls his partner babe/baby, but he’s also trying others out, like sweetpea! (And one time he just. Called you rock. Neither of you know what happened.)

Alex: he calls you babe, but he usually pauses before saying it because he forgets it’s already gender neutral. He tried dear a few times and the same thing happened. He’s trying his best

[koushirouizumi]

Meanwhile with DigiAdvs 02 O.C.s

Shanes' Mon: ... SHANE: ...(FLOATING...) {FLOATING...} {Eyes Closed} SHANES' MON: (Shane.) Shane: ... {Sigh} Yeah? Shanes' Mon: ... You've been here a while... Shane: (I was resting.) Shane: Are you concerned for me? I'm fine. Shane: I have these (*holds up Taichi+Daisuke's GOGGLES*) now, so... and Koushiro-...san really upgraded them well. So I can actually SEE where I'm going now when I need to. Shanes' Mon: (It's like you've 'accomodated' yourself.) SHANE: ... (M aybe.) Shane: At the same time, the colors sometimes give me a headache. But Koushiro-san did add in an option that can dim them... but then it's harder to see the signals for "distortions". Shanes' Mon: (But at least, you can still somewhat tell them apart based on the vividness.) Shane: ... (Yeah...) Shane: ... Well, I'm up now, so... Shanes' Mon: (Where are you going from here?) Shane: I don't know. (Mostly I just wanted to "sleep".) Shanes' Mon: ... Shanes' Mon: (But you said, 'want{ED}'.) Shane: Yeah. There's people I want to see again... SHANE: ... But I know they'll wait for me where they can, so there's no major rush. Shanes' Mon: (Are you going to go back to "sleep"?) Shane: (It depends.) Are you going to be there when I open my eyes? SHANES' MON: ... (If you reach out to me.) SHANE: ... Shane: (Yeah, I know.) Guess I gotta wake up then. Shanes' Mon: (As you know, I cannot leave "the Void". But you know how "to communicate" with me.) SHANE: ... Right. (And you know how "to listen".) Shanes' Mon: (You might want to put those goggles back on.) Shane: ('Heh') Honestly, I'm surprised I got this much use out of them, but as said, they're... functional now. SHANE, ADJUSTING GOGGLES: Ready. Shanes' Mon: (Time to 'wake up'.) SHANE, SEEING Darkness ... and Signals: SHANE, OPENING EYES: (*in a bed*) ... ?? ? PATRICK (Shane's sibling): Huh, I thought I heard something...!! ! W-wait, SHANE??? SHANE, Awkwardly raising hand slowly: Um, hi PATRICK, IN AWE: You're at my place--!! ! Shane, nodding: I'm ... home? PATRICK: SHANE: ... (I'm solid.) (I'm not glitching out.) PATRICK: ... Do you still need to rest? Shane: ... Maybe a bit. But later... we can see? PATRICK: That's fine. Just... let me know when you're feeling better. (*closes door carefully*) SHANE, CHECKING GOGGLES: (Still here.) SHANE, CHECKING DIGIVICE: {STILL... Here.} Shane, sighing in relief: (I guess it'd be {REALLY} Bad if even the most powerful 'Mon in all the universe got caught up in 'that'.) SHANES' MON: (They don't Know the half of it.) SHANE: {LAUGHS} ... Hey. Shanes' Mon: (Say hi to Patrick for me.)

[staytiny-angel]

War of Hearts

Chapter One

Rating: Mature

Main Pairing: Seth Rollins/Becky Lynch

Co-written with @riottbliss

Summary: Seth Rollins was once known as the Bad Boy Prince of MMA, now years after a career ending knee injury he's stepping into.the Octagon again not as a competitor but as his little sister's coach. Unfortunately for him the redhead across the cage from he and Paige is not only woman he'd just had a one night stand with but the younger sister and protege of the Finn Balor...the man that ended Seth's career.

Warnings: MMA style violence, Alcoholism, Implied Self-Harm (DM for details), Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending

Hunter Hearst Helmsley, or professionally known by Triple-H sighed with embarrassment, reading tweet after tweet from his youngest son Seth Rollins.

"What happened to him?" His best friend and practically brother Shawn Michaels asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Cody took him out of the press conference, Seth's hungover, blaming everyone but himself"

Shawn shook his head, "Kid is letting the hype go to his brain. He's all over TMZ, The Bad Boy Prince of MMA is what they call him"

"Seth is the best fighter in the world in his division. He's earned the cockiness but his lifestyle…." Hunter shook his head

Shawn made a disgusted sound. "Kid reminds me of me before I got my act together"

"Fatherhood is what made you get your act together. That won't work for Seth" Hunter clicked on a video of his drunken son yelling into a camera about Finn Balor that had gone viral last week.

"He talks so much shit about Balor being a low rent MacGregor, hell Seth acts more like Conor then Finn does."

Hunter sighed "He's turned this into a complete mess, I wouldn't be surprised if his team drops him."

"Hey, Dusty loved that kid, Dustin and Cody wouldn't release him until he stopped making them money"

Hunter nodded but looked nonetheless unthrilled.

"He keeps making excuses about everything. I'm this close to calling Steph"

Shawn nodded with agreement as the two entered Seth's penthouse, greeting a tired looking Cody Rhodes. "I can't do this anymore Hunter" he said in place of a normal greeting.

"You are not dropping him" Hunter said matter of factly.

"AEF is supposed to be for fighters that respect the sport, he fucks around and doesn't even show up to the gym" Cody said.

Hunter ignored him and went upstairs to where he could hear his youngest groaning in misery.

Hunter sighed as Seth looked up from the toilet he was practically hugging. "I'm twenty five, perfectly legal" he muttered, Hunter's gaze looking at the black and gold championship that laid discarded.

"While ago you would have treated that with respect" He said, Seth rolling his eyes. "Would you rather me puke on it? It's just a fucking belt' "

"Don't let anyone hear you say that" Hunter said lowly. "You're going to the weigh in today even if I have to drag you by your hair there myself"

"No the fuck I'm not, don't you see me dyin' here?" Seth whined "I'm going to fucking sleep"

"What the fuck happened to you?!" Hunter yells "Every since your Uncle Shane became your manager this is what you've turned into."

Seth looked unfazed. "Don't get angry because I'm better than you ever were" and shoved his father out of his way, flipping off Cody, and ignoring Shawn.

"What am I going to do with him?" Hunter sighed, exhausted.

"Knock his ass out?" Shawn suggested. "I'll take care of him" Cody rolled his eyes. "Britt and I will make sure he gets to the weigh in. I just need painkillers and food"

"I'm gonna go talk to Shane, I want to know what kind of garbage he's been filling my kid's head with" Hunter mutters

"I told you listening to Vince was a mistake." Shawn replies shaking his head "All of you let Vince snow you into thinking it was embarrassing that his mother managed him"

Hunter sighed. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to drag Steph back, Shane has a tight grip on him"

"Worry about that fuckface later" Shawn said. "Seth needs you, not him" Hunter nodded firmly, making his way downstairs to see Seth passed out on his couch, his dog Kevin and cat Daryl laying on him.

"This was our compromise" Cody explained. "I let him take a nap, he goes to the weigh in later"

"He isn't going to beat Balor in this condition. He doesn't spar anymore and his knee has been inflamed for weeks" Britt says quietly

"He shouldn't even be fighting. We told Shane but he says there's too much money at stake for Seth to pull out"

"Money money money"' Shawn mocked. "All he cares about is fucking printed paper"

Hunter ignored them and instead chose to brush back some of Seth's hair, his son unconsiously responding to it. "What did I do wrong raising him?" he asked. Hunter rolls his eyes at the look his older brother gave him "The truth" he says quietly

"No offense bro, but this family is a whole fucking lot to live up to and you weren't exactly shy about your expectations once Seth showed an aptitude for the sport. None of us were. I have to even ask myself, when was the last time any of us actually had a conversation with the kid that wasn't about fighting?"

"He's cracking underneath the pressure" Cody chimes in

"Yeah, he is and now Shane is filling his head with all these ideas about the image he should project" Shawn continues "Quiet guys who, play with their dogs and write poetry when their not in the Octagon don't sell tickets, but Bad Boys sure the fuck do."

*Later*

Seth scowled at his phone as Britt ushered him into the arena the weigh was taking place in. "I'm assuming you told the press he was gonna bail?" Cody growled at Shane who held his hands up. "They were gonna find out sooner or later" "Yeah yeah, no press is bad press" Seth said.

"Except the press says you're an asshole" Cody deadpanned. "Don't do anything stupid up there, or Mark is going to have a stroke" Seth didn't respond, instead heading up the stairs to the stage, where Balor had clearly made weight, despite being skinny. Seth took off his shirt per usual, standing on the scale.

"197 pounds" The announcer said, Seth smirking at Balor. The Irish man looked unfazed and rolled his eyes. Seth, in a act of annoyance, promptly flipped him off, hearing everyone in the crowd either laugh or groan

-Backstage -

"Gonna be fun beating your ass Balor, I promise not to hurt you too badly," Seth says cockily, slouching in a chair and putting his sunglasses back on.

"Oh, Rolly its almost time to give up your precious" Finn responds, "Clock is ticking boyo and your time is almost up"

"Mon roi, nous devons-oh shit" a pake woman walked up, speaking rapid French and stopping in her place when she saw Seth.

"Hey Seth" she said coldly.

"Vi" Seth responded, his attitude gone.

"He your king now?" "Surprised you even remember any French, from what I read, you've drank yourself through everything"

"It's what happens when you give your heart to someone and get it ripped in half, I wasn't enough for you, that's what you said right? I wasn't straight enough for you?! So you threw my ring in my face and left" Seth yelled "Cause Bisexual people, we're all cheaters didn't you know?"

At least according to Violet Gillath, wait I'm sorry Violet Balor now isn't it?."

"Stop it" Finn growled. "Before I knock your ass out now"

"Try it bitch" Seth snarled back.

Violet got between them and shoved Seth back. "Chaton, stop" she hissed.

Seth stumbled upon hearing his old nickname. "Why?" he choked out. "What did I do?"

Seth shook his head as if to shake his thoughts into place "Why Violet? Why did you leave me? You...you fucking broke me" he said in a small voice "I have the right to know why, just tell me. Why would you do that after everything. I was going to quit fighting for you because you didn't like seeing what it was turning me into. You get up on stage and you still sing my songs, but you said you hated me. I just wanna know."

Violet crossed her arms and closed her eyes. "I didn't want to be with you. You never signed anything so legally those songs are mine. I said what I meant, you weren't enough"

Seth looked like she had rebroken his heart.

Thankfully Britt walked in. "Hey, we gotta go"

Seth grabbed his title and held it to Finn. "This is mine. You can keep that bitch but you will never get this"

-Backstage-

"I've never known you to be biphobic, wanna explain to me why Rollins is convinced you are?" Finn said sitting down in his locker room with his wife a few minutes later.

"His uncle...manager, that bastard Shane got me my record deal in exchange for breaking Seth's heart" Violet told her husband "Seth hates fighting, he was going to quit and go on the road with me. He can't sing a note but he writes and plays guitar. We were going to be a duo. Shane was watching his cash cow walk out the door. So he threatened me and made an offer. Seth was the sweetest thing and he loved me and I broke his heart and let Shane turn him into that"

"If I could go back in time and slap him across the face I would but I can't" Violet said brokenly. "Shane has made it perfectly clear that if I ever tell him that he would ruin both our careers"

Finn hugged her to him. "I'm still gonna kick his ass" Violet slapped his arm. "Please try not to" Finn shrugged. "I'm undefeated"

"You know Seth is too. And the thing with being undefeated is that there's only one way down, being kicked off the mountain"

-Next Day-

Seth was throwing up again having had drank himself to sleep following his encounter with his ex.

Cody looked extremely tired and Britt concerned. "You have to fight in an hour!" Cody yelled out

"I don't fucking care." Seth yelled back "I don't even want to fucking fight." He muttered to himself, as he rubbed at his knee. "Come on fucking give already." He whispered to the inflamed appendage.

He knew what he was doing was dangerous but it was his only way out. If his knee would just give up the fucking ghost, he could quit this bullshit once and for all.

"Your sisters are out there tonight" Britt said, walking in, holding a brace.

"I really don't care" Seth growled, letting Britt put his knee in it.

"And your mom' Britt added. Seth took a breath when Britt touched his knee.

"Holy shit, it feels like its burning"

We're letting you go after tonight" Cody said angrily. "I don't care if you win or not, you've ruined All Elite Fighting's reputation"

"I don't care, I never wanted to be in your shitty gym anyway" Seth shrugged. "I'm going to get changed"

[gffa]

Scattered Star Wars Thoughts: - I’m about two thirds of the way through Empire’s End and I’m once again sad that we haven’t gotten anything like this in awhile--stuff happens in these books, the huge, big, galactic-level stuff happens!  The Battle of Jakku!  Rae Sloane vs Gallius Rax!  The bombing of the New Republic ceremony!  Mon Mothma’s struggles to keep the New Republic afloat and her political enemies trying to take her down! Sure, I love the books for the ragtag team I came to know and love, it’s still one of the top tier groups of new characters, but it’s also that stuff happens in this book, I get a good, strong look at the events that shape the galaxy in this era.  I suspect (even though I have no proof) that SW deliberately moved away from this kind of thing, because they were filling up the space too quickly, there soon wasn’t going to be much room left for any kind of big events, between this and Bloodline, especially if they ever wanted to set a show or movie in that era. I sometimes half-wonder if we’re heading for another reboot after awhile, because they’ll want to free up some space or if we’re just going to get more “away from the main action” stories.  Which I wouldn’t mind, if they were more like Spark of the Resistance because that was one of my favorite books of recent times, where it didn’t have to have a big impact, it could be a cute space adventure, but it was about characters I desperately wanted to have more interaction with. I guess that’s what was missing from Alphabet Squadron for me, that the new character stuff was SO GOOD, but Hera’s role really could have been filled by anyone.  Empire’s End is giving us Han and Leia and Mon character moments, but a lot of them don’t have to be about the big galactic stuff, they can be little mini-adventures set between the bigger ones. On the other hand, the comics seem to be filling that niche more than the novels, and the comics are so good that I’m kind of fine with the priority seeming to be on them--even if I don’t think that’s intentional.  (Or maybe it’s just me vastly preferring the comics over the novels, it seems like that’s where the good stuff is happening, imo.) Anyway. Empire’s End.  I really do love this trilogy in a way that, looking back, is a lot sharper than a lot of what I’ve been feeling re: current SW.  I wish Wendig would get another crack at writing SW, whether for these characters or someone else.  And that the Bens would come back and write more, too.  I was skimming over their From a Certain Point of View story and thinking about Join the Resistance! and I MISS THOSE STORIES. - I am doing pretty good at keeping up with my rewatch getting finished before the new season of TCW happens, I’m down to 1.8 episodes per day to reach my goal!  :D Between that and the way I’ve been booking it through other stuff (it’s been so cold out lately that I don’t go out much, so I have more time to watch stuff) that I’m already a quarter of the way through my 2020 Resolutions list! - I just saw Ryan Bergara, Shane Madej, and Steven Lim launched Watcher and have a handful of videos up, so I’ll have those to watch, I also have a bunch of shows (Barry and Patriot mostly) waiting in the wings for when I finish with TCW, and of course more of The Untamed, and, well, THANK GOD SW IS QUIET RIGHT NOW, because it’s getting to be a bit Much.  In a good way, but still!  /wanted to grump - I finished the current season of Grace & Frankie and I really liked the first 3-4 episodes, I got a bunch of IRL LOLs out of them, but about halfway through the season it lost steam for me and the ending just felt weird, like, “Why are we going down this same path again?  What was the point of that sub-plot?” and it just felt unfocused to me. I feel like, by this point, we’re six seasons in, Grace and Frankie lying about stuff from each other feels very, very retread, especially when Grace and Nick have talked about this before, that sometimes she has to choose him, not just Frankie all the time, and this storyline sort of ended up in a place that seemed to contradict that, and it does help to view this through the lens of Grace still has decades of lying and secrets as routine to recover from, she’s going to backslide, and I’m down for that, but I feel like this just didn’t quite acknowledge that it was part of a pattern she’s still working on, rather than ignoring that it comes with context of stuff that’s already happened in the show. I’m also losing my patience with a lot of the romantic partners drama on the show, like, I think they’ve been on a slow drive towards Coyote/Mallory for awhile and I hate it, I really don’t get any kind of spark between Frankie and Jack, Joan-Margaret and the guy she picked to marry didn’t have enough of a spark to make that storyline all that fun, Principal Dan being weird by the end was just *SIGH* (all the more so because I want Mallory to be with someone who Is Not Coyote).  I do very much still love Barry/Brianna, I feel like the show does better at Brianna Is An Onion You Have To Peel Her Back In Layers, so going over similar ground makes sense.  And I actually enjoyed Coyote/Jessica, they’re adorable, but it’s hard to get invested when I don’t think it’ll last.  I actually really enjoy Bud/Allison and their mutual failboating conversation about their first times was delightful to watch.  But I also sort of feel like I’m getting exhausted on Robert/Sol, it didn’t feel like there was any idea what to do with them this season, so they just sort of threw a bunch of things at the wall to see what would stick.  Robert being like, “NO THIS IS A BAD IDEA” while Sol and Allison researched Bud’s family history was hilarious, MORE LIKE THAT, less of them keeping secrets from each other like that entire local theater storyline.  Or even Sol’s health thing, which brought out different approaches to quality vs length of life at their age, that was a much more interesting story. I guess I wouldn’t mind retreading the same ground quite so much, if it felt like they were aware of it being part of a bigger whole, rather than just doing the same thing again, or if it felt like it was going somewhere (I think this is why I liked the Brianna/Barry stuff, it feels like it’s going somewhere), but that doesn’t mean the cast isn’t still delightful and the show isn’t still an absolute delight.  It never feels flat or like they’re Flanderizing the characters, the human moments are still there and very genuine.  (Grace and the other young wives was one of my favorite moments of the season!  It was such a lovely, warm, human resolution.)  The cast still delivers everything beautifully and they’re retreading these stories for a reason--though, I can’t lie, I’m curious to see what the final season has, in the way of a shake-up of the usual dynamics, as well as some more permanent resolution, one assumes. It still remains one of my favorite shows whenever it comes back! Scattered Star Wars Thoughts/2020 Resolutions Update: - Star Wars: The Clone Wars s3e02-20 Current total:  41/260 Scattered Everything Else Thoughts/ 2020 Resolutions Update: - Watchmen s01e01-09 - Bob’s Burgers s10e11 - The Good Place s04e11 - Grace & Frankie s06e01-13 Current total:  86/260 Star Wars Fic Recs 2020 Resolutions Update Current total written:  81/520

[lairreparablefugadeltiempo]

Top 2019

Barrabas (Louis Feuillade, 1919) Tol’able David (Henry King, 1921) The Marriage Circle (Ernst Lubitsch, 1923) Les misérables (Henri Fescourt, 1925) Morocco (Joseph von Sternberg, 1930) The Dawn Patrol (Howard Hawks, 1930) Tabu (F.W. Murnau, 1931) Dishonored (Joseph von Sternberg, 1931) Scarface (Howard Hawks, 1932) Queen Christina (Rouben Mamoulian, 1933) Dekigokoro (Ozu Yasujirō, 1933) Ceiling Zero (Howard Hawks, 1935) The Road to Glory (Howard Hawks, 1936) The Edge of the World (Michael Powell, 1937) Angel (Ernst Lubitsch, 1937) Gueule d'amour (Jean Grémillon, 1937) Detstvo Gor'kogo (Mark Donskoy, 1938) Anma to onna (Shimizu Hiroshi, 1938) Bringing Up Baby (Howard Hawks, 1938) Only Angels Have Wings (Howard Hawks, 1939) Let Us Live (John Brahm, 1939) His Girl Friday (Howard Hawks, 1939) Shchors (Aleksandr Dovzhenko & Yuliya Solntseva, 1939) Gunga Din (George Stevens, 1939) Kodomo no shiki (Shimizu Hiroshi, 1939) The Grapes of Wrath (John Ford, 1940) Kanzashi (Shimizu Hiroshi, 1941) To Have and Have Not (Howard Hawks, 1944) I Know Where I’m Going! (Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger, 1945) Notorious (Alfred Hitchcock, 1946) Black Narcissus (Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger, 1947) Pursued (Raoul Walsh, 1947) Xiao cheng zhi chun (Fei Mu, 1948) The Red Shoes (Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger, 1948) Gone to Earth (Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger, 1950) Shane (George Stevens, 1951) The Band Wagon (Vincente Minnelli, 1953) Yōkihi (Mizoguchi Kenji, 1955) Untamed (Henry King, 1955) The Big Combo (Joseph H. Lewis, 1955) The Wrong Man (Alfred Hitchcock, 1956) Dorogoy tsenoy (Mark Donskoy, 1957) Touch of Evil (Orson Welles, 1958) Mon oncle (Jacques Tati, 1958) Une vie (Alexandre Astruc, 1958) Psycho (Alfred Hitchcock, 1960) Meghe Dhaka Tara (Ritwik Ghatak, 1960) Tender Is the Night (Henry King, 1961) Acto da Primavera (Manoel de Oliveira, 1963) Zacharovannaya Desna (Yuliya Solntseva, 1964) Benilde ou a Virgem Mãe (Manoel de Oliveira, 1975) Amor de Perdição (Manoel de Oliveira, 1978) Kauas pilvet karkaavat (Aki Kaurismäki, 1996)

[wheezels]

bfu quotes my family says daily

-Ḑ̸̨͕̟̯̠̯͂E̷̬̒͊̀̍̚M̶̢̢̫̘͖͚͚̻̳̥̳͔̦͑̒͑̽̅́͜͜O̷̜̙̓͐̑̐͗͝Ņ̷̼̦͉̻̪͇̱̹̳̰̘͔̿̽̇͐̂̚͜͝Ş̶̪̣̭̩̱̃͑͗͑̒͋̕

-hey there demons. it’s me. ya boy. -any horny boys out here? -we’re here for the cult stuff!! we saw the ad on craigslist -HEY GHOULS!! THE BOYS ARE HERE! -let’s rock n roll buckaroo! -”I’ve connected the dots” “you didn’t connect shit” “I’ve connected them” -I think this demon’s a wimp -that really offputting scream shane does in hannah’s house when he’s off his ass on nyquil -look at the way i dance on it! i disrespect your bridge, goatman! -PLU NG E US IN T O D A R KNE S S DE MONS !! -I guess I’m demons. -we gotta jazz it!!!!!!! -*shouted from downstairs* “ALL HAIL THE WATCHER!” *then, after a lot of stumbling and throwing open a bedroom door from upstairs* “ALL HAIL THE WATCHER” -*pointing to whatever is in your hand* I’ll put this on somethin -well, you know what I’ll do is, I’ll shoot you

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

SHANIE’S CREATION MASTERLIST!!!

Updated 5/17/2023

Master list of all the fanworks I have out there!

NOTE: “The Happiest Luchador on Earth” is tagged as ‘steenerico disney fic’ in case anyone is looking for it, otherwise, it can be found HERE.

Music Videos

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency - Don’t Stop Me Now   

Wrestling: Zowens - Open Arms 

Wrestling: Sami/Generico & Kevin - You Grew On Me

M*A*S*H: Weathered

Xena: Warrior Princess: Xena, Gabrielle, and Joxer - I Need A Hero (Video Vixen Remake)

WWE: Shane McMahon - Feet On The Ground

WWE: Shane McMahon - Kings

WWE: Shane McMahon - I Am The Fire

WWE: Shane McMahon - Written In The Stars

WWE: Shane McMahon - You’re Gonna Go Far Kid

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Dark Willow - Down With The Sickness

Buffy: “Superstar” (Episode Tribute Vid) - The Real Adventure of Johnny Quest

How I Met Your Mother: What’s My Age Again?

Doctor Who: The Pond Family - Elevation

Doctor Who: The Pond Family - Who Wants To Live Forever

     Fanfiction

     How I Met Your Mother: Six

Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog: Apologies

WWE: The Death of a Fangirl (and the Birth of a Friend) [Dream Fic]

WWE: A One Fangirl Army [Dream Fic]

WWE: To Earthquakes, Lovers, and Newfound Friends [Dream Fic] (Zowens)

WWE: Finding Paradise (Zowens)

WWE: Vanished with the Dawn [Dream Fic] [Part 1 of Into the Horizon]

WWE: In The Heat of the Day [Dream Fic] [Part 2 of Into the Horizon] - WIP

WWE: Depression, Dissociation, and ‘Mania (Zowens)

WWE: Stay (Zowens)

WWE: The Sunshine and The Rain (Zowens - Poem)

WWE AU: A Sacred Place (Zowens w/ OC) [Dream Fic] - WIP

WWE: Sami Wasn’t Wrong (Zowens Endgame Sami/Jey fic) [Posted to Blog]

Ring of Honor: The Happiest Luchador On Earth (Steenerico Disney Fic) - WIP

WWE/Ring of Honor: Siempre te Amaré (I Will Always Love You) (Steeenerico/Zowens)

Fanfic Sagas/Series

WWE: Saved (Zowens) [Now Completed!]

How To Thaw A Heart (Rated T)

Like A Clock Shattered (Rated M)

The Fire in Their Veins (Rated E - Restricted)

Bonne Nuit, Mon Ange (Rated T)

To Dream A Better Dream (Rated M)

Far Greater Than Gold (Rated T)

WWE: He Used To Be Mine (Zowens)

Part 1: To Bring Back The Fire In His Eyes

Part 2: He Is Broken And Won’t Ask For Help

Part 3: He Is Lonely Most Of The Time

Part 4: And Makes Him Believe It’s All True

Part 5: Sometimes Life Just Slips In Through A Back Door

Part 6: I Would Give It All Back

Part 9: Most Days, I Don’t Recognize Me

Part 10: He Is Gone (But He Used To Be Mine)

Part 12: I Still Remember That Boy 

Part 14: He Gets Hurt (But He Learns How To Toughen Up)

Part 15: I Was Always Attention’s Sweet Center

Part 16: It’s Not Easy To Know

(Unwritten parts, may or may not ever be written)

Part 7: For A Chance To Start Over

Part 8: He Is Good, But He Lies

Part 11: These Lines And Imperfections

Part 13: I’m Not Anything Like I Used To Be

Part 17: A Man Who Can’t Love

Part 18: He Is Hard On Himself

Part 19: He Is Messy But He’s Kind

Part 20: Rewrite An Ending Or Two

Doctor Who/WWE: Journey’s Beginning [Crossover Dream Fic]

Doctor Who: Magickally Different [Dream Fic]

     Original Fiction

     “The Rain Can’t Hurt You Now” [Dream Fic]

     Artwork

     Search for it under tag “Shanie’s Artwork” (I’m not listing it here)

If you’re looking for my custom figures, search under the tag “Shanie’s Custom Figures”

     I think that about covers it. I’ll list more as I make it but, for now, that’s what I got!

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: The plan (Fic part 43) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

Tags: @piratewithvigor please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts

‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

Other members of the BSK are also in purple.

Other women are in Pink.

The water runs over both of them as Helms presses closer, enjoying every moment of time with his girl. Kirby snakes one hand into his hair, weaving the other down and around his waist.

"Your lips are so damn soft..." he whispers.

"You really think so?" She murmurs.

"I know so. I kiss 'em all the time"

"You charmer, mon ange." Kirby whispers, kissing his jawline.

"Have to be to make sure you never forget how crazy I am about you."

"I think we've spent enough time in the shower, mon ange. We should dry off, ya know." Kirby murmurs against his neck.

"Suppose we don't want to get wrinkly."

"Not until we're old, mon ange" Kirby jokes.

"Definitely not until then."

Kirby pulls away, turning off the shower and following Helms out, grabbing a towel and drying off.

"Once we're dry... naked cuddles?"

"Semi-naked, if I'm gonna relax I'd like to be in comfy underwear." Kirby murmurs, bending down to dry her legs and feet.

"Fair enough. Just how comfy are these underwear?"

"Mon ange, I don't want to bleed on the bed, it it only the sixth of September and I am still on my period." Kirby explains.

"Suppose I should be glad. A healthy period means you're probably gonna be able to have a baby at some point."

"Yes, though as I keep telling you, wedding first." Kirby murmurs, flipping her hair behind her head as she stands up.

"No harm thinking of the future past November." He chuckles.

"True, but I don't want you to get too ahead of yourself." Kirby notes, kissing his forehead and making her way to her bags.

"No such thing until I start planning for expanding the house from all the kids we're gonna have"

"Helms, don't toy with me." Kirby warns, sorting herself out and climbing onto the bed.

"Just teasing, sweetheart. Not imagining any particular kids yet. Just deciding on the notion that we will have at least one somehow."

"What do you mean, 'somehow' we both know that sex can lead to kids."

"I'm just saying there are also a lot of kids like us who don't have families. Not every kid we have needs to be biologically ours."

"True, and I'm open to the idea of adopting, however that depends on if we pass evaluations and tests that whatever organisation we go with run before allowing people to adopt."

"Might be an idea for a bit later in life when we can be home more."

"Exactly." Kirby puts her hands behind her head, relaxing more into the bed.

Helms snuggles up to her side, sighing happily.

"We still have that tournament to think about" Kirby whispers, moving one hand around his neck, laying her hand on his pecs.

"Yeah. Guess we still do. Gonna be training most of the next few days."

"I think we should focus on training together, making sure we can work off each other, maybe add in some tag moves."

"I like that. Yeah, that's a good call. We're both quick and I love Show and all, but he ain't a fast cat, so we can use that to our advantage."

"He's more a mighty glacier giant, I'm more, use my slim figure to my advantage giant." Kirby jokes.

"Exactly." He laughs.

"So, mon sauvage, we can use that to our advantage, both of us have high speed, very agile moves."

"And what about Molly? She's speedy too."

"She's speedy, but she's also likely to be vulnerable to a chokeslam or a clothesline, or me catching her in the air and body slamming her to the mat."

"Me and her have a lot of the same weaknesses, but she doesn't fly as high. She's a Holly, though, willing to get hurt bad."

"True, so she can be worn down, or picked up and choked out until she gives up and needs Show's help."

"At which point we just keep her away from their corner."

"Drag her towards our corner, if Show gets in the ring, he's not likely to be the 'legal man' so he's going to be forced out."

"See if we can take out her knees on the ring post. Can't reach the corner if she can't walk."

"Ah, but once again, she's a Holly, she's persistent, she'll crawl if she has to"

"So we blow it out completely. The way Owen Hart blew Bret's knee, Wrestlemania ten-style." He smirks evilly

"Don't go full supervillain on me, Hurricane, we're meant to walk out as baby face potential champions. We go too far and then we'll be heels." Kirby notes.

"If you do anything with a smile, people cheer. No matter what you're doing to someone."

"Helms, I'm not gonna seriously hurt her. I want to wear her down without causing too much pain, keep people wondering how she's still going instead of giving up. Potentially give her a chance at hitting me with a big move."

"Not quite putting her over, but making her look damn good in the process."

"Exactly, also, if we go into this first match with a plan, maybe talk to Molly and Show about this, but we can add in a little bit of story."

"Well of course. Can't plan everything out on one side without knowing anything on the other."

"Yeah, so, we talk to Show and Molly, get them on the same page as us, storyline-wise and get their ideas too."

"They're reasonable. Compared to some other tag teams."

"I think Show's room is on this floor, do you want me to text him, or Molly?"

"Text him first. He'll find Molly."

"Alright, I need to get my phone from my bag, if you want to, you can watch back the footage from earlier or film some more stuff."

"Might do a bit of both."

Kirby kisses his forehead, climbing off the bed to grab her phone from her satchel and handing Helms the camcorder.

He opens up the little screen and presses the record button, giving a quick update through narration. "Got to the hotel in Texas alive somehow. Our gorgeous hero is texting our villains to discuss super-secret insider info before dinner." He says, aiming the camera at Kirby

"Hi Hurricane, love you." Kirby murmurs, waving at the camera with her free hand and texting Show with her other, 'can u see if Molly will meet with us before 5, need to talk match details with u 2'

As Helms films, a message pops up from Show: 'yee be there in 5'

"Babe, you better get dressed, mon ange, Show and Molly will be here soon." Kirby states as she gets dressed.

"That's right, viewers, your humble narrator is naked as a jaybird." He laughs.

Kirby chucks a shirt at his crotch, "cover yourself, ya goofball."

"Aw man, can't we turn this into a Tommy-Pamela situation?"

"Helms, forgive my ignorance of celebrities, what the ever loving fuck is a 'Tommy-Pamela situation'?" Kirby questions, cocking an eyebrow in confusion.

"That time that Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson got it on on a yacht and filmed it, babe." He smirks, making sure to film her reaction.

Kirby's eyes widened in a mix of shock and horror, "I think I'm gonna be sick." She whispers.

Helms shuts off the camera to not capture the snickers of laughter. "Just joking, sweetheart. Don't want to risk anyone except me seeing you in the nude."

"Don't you ever think about filming me naked, Shane, you fucking goofball." Kirby murmurs, blushing bright red.

"Who needs a film when I've got the real thing?"

"Better be glad you've got the real thing, hero." Kirby teases.

"So damn glad"

"Get dressed, babe, they'll be here any minute."

"Okay, okay, I'll get dressed."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss, messing with his hair before pulling away.

"Love you, sweetheart."

"You know, I can't seem to decide which lipstick to wear later, perhaps after this discussion with the other two, you could help me decide?"

"Don't know much about colour theory, but yeah, I can tell you what I like."

"Thank you, mon ange." Kirby whispers.

"No problem, sweetheart."

Kirby messes with her hair, debating in her head if she should tie it back or not.

Helms pulls on a pair of his green pants and an equally casual t-shirt before kissing Kirby's cheek lightly. "You know it's just Show and Molly, right? We're not being visited by the queen."

Kirby gives him the look of 'I know', "I can't help that all my clothes are fancy."

"It's not your clothes. It's the way you carry yourself. I can see the difference; you get nervous around others, even when it's people you're close to. I know your appearance matters to you, but you worry yourself sick over it. Just... take it easy once in a while, okay?"

"Helms, I was raised around wrestlers, I know how the business works through and through, I just struggle to divide the people from the business." Kirby explains.

"That's fair. Just be gentler on yourself. Please?"

"Okay, I'll try to relax, we still have around a week before the show and I'll try to relax until then."

"Thank you."

There's a knocking at the door, before Show's voice can be heard, "Helms, let us in, please."

Helms leaves a final kiss on Kirby's cheek before hopping over to open the door. Kirby's still blushing a light pink when Show and Molly enter the room.

"So, why are we here, Show said you two wanted to talk." Molly asks.

"Just wanted to go over our match plan for Friday. Make sure we're all training properly to put on a good show."

"You two have a plan, of what, you win after a total beating?" Show asks.

"Yes, well, yes and no, not a total beating, but keeping Molly in the ring, not letting you in, we wear her down while letting her get some offensive shots in." Kirby explains.

"It's no fun to watch a merciless beating. Especially if it's the first match of a really historic tournament."

"So, who starts out, Kirby and Molly?"

"No, I think we should let the boys start first, let the crowd wonder which side is stronger." Molly notes.

"Yeah, let us come in a minute or two into the match." Kirby adds.

"Keep in mind it's an intergender match. Crowd's expecting a little bit of guy vs girl too." Helms points out.

"But do we go giant against giantess?" Kirby questions.

"No, I'm not going to fight my sister." Show states flatly.

"If you feel that strongly about it, we can keep it to just me and Molly and then only one of us tags out."

"Look, we're not even brother and sister, plus Kane and Undertaker have fought before, it'll be fine." Kirby explains.

"Sibling violence is a huge sell. It's relatable."

"Fine, but only this once." Show relents.

Kirby lets out a small "yes."

"You'll have a great time tossing her around. It'll be great."

Kirby pouts as she realizes just what she's got herself into, "oh God, Christ, whatever you do, do not drop me on my head or neck."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Show assures. "May try a clothesline, but not much more."

"I can take a clothesline real good, you know that from training with me before and watching how I take Kane and Undertaker on." Kirby murmurs.

"So, what exactly is the plan?" Molly asks gently.

"Whatever we do, it's gotta be mostly you in the ring, Molly. If Show can't stomach wrestling Kirby for too long, it means I'm gonna have to try and look like I'm holding my own against him, and that can't feasibly be done for more than a handful of minutes, so I say we open with me and Show, we go toe-to-toe for a few minutes and then he starts batting me around like string and tags you in to finish me off for an easy win. I make it to the corner and tag out, then Kirby takes out your knee. Makes it tricky, if not, impossible for you to tag back out. You can put up a good fight, but once someone pulls a finisher, you're down for the count. That's how I see the match going if anyone's got any notes on it."