#(let's pretend)

[cloudlesbian]

Found this children's storytelling record with gorgeous art on it in the bargain bin recently

[geezerwench]

[adamnablelittledevil]

I'm not sure if that's the face I imagine Gabrielle as, but this actress could pass for Lestat's mother, has sort of a period drama face (that's a thing, leave me alone) and has played characters that had some of Gabrielle's personality traits and behavior? Brain still sees her as blur and I don't know what will be my final saying on who has her face, but at least I think she could pull it off.

[mynonsenseistingling]

Saints Row: The Third

[rastronomicals]

4:18 PM EDT June 26, 2024:

Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, Howe - "Let's Pretend" From the album Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, Howe (June 20, 1989)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Prog-Rock Piss Wars

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[princesssarisa]

Shakespeare's Cymbeline obviously has some story elements in common with Snow White. A princess heroine, a wicked queen stepmother, a servant is ordered to kill the princess but instead lets her go, she finds the home of some men in the wilderness and lives with them, but then she succumbs to "poison" from her stepmother and is mourned as dead, yet she isn't really dead, and eventually there's a happy ending.

In the play, the character of Belarius, the foster father who takes Imogen in (and whose foster sons turn out to be her long-lost brothers), goes by the pseudonym Morgan.

In the Let's Pretend radio adaptation of Snow White (or rather Snowdrop, as it's called), the leader of the seven dwarfs, basically a more dignified version of Disney's Doc, is named Morgan.

I see what you did there, Nila Mack. I see what you did there.

[goldenboywrites]

let's pretend

Maximus entered their dorm room and promptly threw himself on Cesare’s bed, shuffling the man’s books and laptop. “My life is over,” He moaned out, slinging an arm across his face. He waited a minute and then another before peeking out from beneath his arm expectedly. Cesare hadn’t even looked in his direction yet. He groaned again, loudly this time. “Ask me about it,” He demanded as he turned over onto his side and poked at his roommate’s leg. “Oh Max, please tell me all of your problems and how I can help,” He said, doing a poor rendition of Cesare’s tone. 

“Oh Max, please tell me all of your problems and how I can help,” Cesare, his best friend in the whole world (besides his little brother that is) said in a flat, dull tone. 

“Not the best delivery but we’ll work on it.” Max sat up and leaned over the bed, reaching out for his bag. He ruffled through it for a moment before pulling out a letter which he immediately handed off to Cesare. “I know we had a whole road trip planned for spring break.” One that they were leaving for in three days, Max had been packed for weeks. “but I’ve been called to the frontlines. My uncle wants me to fly out to Greece for spring break to work. It’s a whole fucking thing. Parties, meetings, the whole nineyards.” He prattled on with a roll of his eyes. “It happens every year and it’s horrible but that’s not the most horrible part.” This time he pulled out his phone, opened his home screen, and tapped a few times.

Max fell back on Cesare’s bed, a huff of air escaping from the motion. “Plus ones are invited so instead of a road trip what do you think about Greece? We have a vacation home there so we’ll stay there and the company will cover all of the expenses. I will have to work some of the time which sucks major dick. I was hoping my brother was coming so at least you’d have someone when I have to work but he isn’t coming. I’ll still have some time though and can fit in some sightseeing.” 

“But here’s the thing,” Max continued before Cesare could agree or disagree. “And it isn’t a big deal but plus ones have to be significant others so if anyone asks we’re in a relationship and have been for a while. It’s not a huge deal but it’ll open a can of worms if I bring a friend when other employees can’t, you know how it is. There will be some events you’ll have to attend as my partner but we’ll be together for spring break this way and it’ll be fun. I promise it will be fun. Say yes.” He clasped his hands together, intertwining his fingers. “Please, please, please. Don’t make me go to Greece alone. Think of the trouble I’ll get into if I’m alone.” 

He watched Cesare’s face with bated breath. Until he saw the twitch of a grin. Greece was a go. 

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You suck but whatever. I’m bringing my boyfriend.

Quintus had read the text from Max a hundred times and it still didn’t make any more sense the hundredth time he read it than the first. Boyfriend? His brother didn’t have a boyfriend. His brother was as straight as they came. Unless he was going through a whole experimenting thing which was fine but a boyfriend? His brother had the biggest fucking mouth on the planet if he was seeing someone he would have told Quin immediately. He was an avid over-sharer and hadn’t met a boundary he didn’t immediately trample over. They shared everything. Well, no. Maximus shared everything. There was no way he was seeing someone and hadn’t told Quin. Just no way. Max may be hours away at college but Quintus could smell the bullshit coming from his brother.

Unless… his brother was exploiting the golden rule of their family business. Additional invites were reserved for family or significant others only and Max never did well alone. If Quin wasn’t going to Greece, he would be flailing trying to get someone else to go with him. That made more sense than him having a boyfriend. It was just like his brother to orchestrate a whole ass lie just so he didn’t have to be by himself. As the actual queer brother, it was wildly hilarious to Quin the lengths Max would go to. It was all too tempting now and Quin would never pass up this kind of opportunity to see his very straight brother pretend to be in a relationship with a man. 

Quin booked his ticket so fast. 

He hadn’t told anyone he was coming. Quin had felt this specific situation required the element of surprise. He wanted Max caught off guard, wanted him to know that his charade would need to be airtight since he was going to be around. Anticipation rolled off of Quin in waves. He could picture Max’s face, full of surprise and terror when he realized he had come. His uncle, well, he hardly gave a shit about what Quin did. He may even be happy that he was there to help give the illusion of the three of them being a perfect family and Quin would play along as long as it suited his needs. 

Hours passed. Quin sat on his desk, feet up on the window sill as he watched and waited for Max’s arrival. He flicked the ash from his cigarette out the open window. He didn’t care so much about the hit of nicotine. The habit was born out of need. It not only pissed off his uncle but it always had a way of keeping his uncle far away from his bedroom. He did everything in his power to remind his uncle that he was more adult than a child. 

He flicked the butt out of the window just as a taxi pulled up. From the second story, he couldn’t tell who was with Max but he watched as they paid the driver and dragged their bags into the house. Bits of their conversation rang out through the empty house. You can stay in Quin’s room since he’s not here. My uncle would probably prefer it but I’ll make a big fuss about it when he gets here. Just try not to move Quin’s stuff around too much. He’s feral about his things. They were coming up the stairs now. Max’s room was on the opposite side of his. He heard a single set of footsteps moving closer and closer until the doorknob turned. 

Quin’s head snapped to the door as Max’s mysterious fake boyfriend appeared before him. He ID’d him instantly. Of course, it would be his roommate. Quin recognized him from his brother’s snaps and Instagram page. He hadn’t met Cesare yet but felt like he had from the way Max prattled on endlessly about him. Quin shifted his body as their eyes locked. Cesare’s out of surprise and Quin’s like a hunter who finally locked onto his prey. He leaned back, arms taunt as they held up the upper half of his body. “Hello,” He purred, relieved the first thing he had done when he got to the house was shower and change into a button-down, white linen shirt. The first four buttons had been conveniently left undone to expose his unblemished, milky skin. His hair was curling from the wash and the humidity in the air. It was still half wet, little droplets of water making bits of his shirt transparent. “Are we roommates for the next two weeks?” He nudged his chin over to the bed. “We’ll have to share but I promise to not hog the covers.” 

[adeptnenyim]

…I've been trying to do it right…

So, the time for reveal has come, and here is it - RebelcaptainSecretSanta gift for my dear giftee @eurydia- inspired by the song "Ho hey" (The Lumineers).

I hope you like it! ^^

And thank you @therebelcaptainnetwork team for coordinating this event, and for your help, and all the answers for my questions and requests, I hope I did everything properly. xD

Ho hey!

hides herself under a rock

[briefle]

YES. MORE NERD PROGRAMMERS ETHO AND ISKALL IN VH:BTS.

[quietbatperson]

"Where's your wand though? You didn't bring your wand." "I don't need a wand, too powerful."

[reservoir-of-blood]

It's been a while...

Out of nowhere I've decided to open tumblr again. It's been an entire life and a little more since I've been here. Sometimes I miss it but I truly don't expect anyone to remember me tbh.

Well now I'm logged in and until I clear my browser, it will stay like that. 🖐

[raven-powers]

[xdakotawintersx]

[rastronomicals]

10:05 PM EST March 5, 2024:

Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe - "Let's Pretend" From the album Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe (June 20, 1989)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Prog-Rock Piss Wars

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