#Adam deserves good childhood memories

[quelquunberlin]

Es ist nie zu spät für eine glückliche Kindheit.

“Was ist das?”, fragt Adam neugierig und sieht zu Leo, der nervös seine Unterlippe zwischen die Zähne gezogen hat.

“Mach auf”, sagt er mit rauer Stimme und Adam löst vorsichtig den Deckel.

In der Kiste liegen mehrere Umschläge und obendrauf eine Karte. Adams Kehle wird für einen Moment eng, als er den Schriftzug auf dem grünen Untergrund liest.

Es ist nie zu spät für eine schöne Kindheit.

Prompts:

Januar - Es schneit

[therealcocoshady]

Kinktober - Day 5 - Knifeplay

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : Hey guys ! Happy Halloween to those of you who celebrate 👀. Here is what I wrote for the Knifeplay prompt ! It was inspired by that one Ask I got a while ago. I hope you enjoy it 😏

CW : DID - Slim Shady alter - Knifeplay - Jealousy

Marshall stared at the lake, its surface calm under the late afternoon sun, an ironic contrast to the storm twisting inside his chest. This weekend was supposed to be a step forward, a chance to show you that he could be the partner you deserved, that he could put you first for once. He knew being his girlfriend wasn’t easy, what with all the walls and boundaries he had built up over the years, and he was more than grateful that you stuck around, in spite of all the frustration you sometimes felt. Now, you had never been stupid enough to think that being Eminem’s girlfriend would be all fun and games. Sure, there were perks, like getting some previews of music he’d been working on, or him being able to treat you to sweet gifts and flowers on the regular. But deep down, both of you knew that some of these attentions weren’t exactly selfless, that they were nothing but an attempt to make up for all the things he wasn’t able to give you. To his credit, Marshall did his best to accommodate you and keep you happy. He was a good boyfriend, caring and affectionate, and he understood just how frustrating it was that he didn’t take you places or claim you publicly. As nice and understanding as you were, he also knew that you wished for more commitment, too. After all, it wasn’t exactly stupid to want to move in with your partner after two years of dating, and he couldn’t blame you. 

However, the rules were the rules and he was adamant that they be kept in place. No spending more than one night at each other’s place, and no moving in together. Ever. In the early stages of your relationship, he had played it cool, as if he were distant but, eventually, you had come to understand that there was more to it. After a while, he told you the truth : yes, he had trauma and he had built walls, but that wasn’t all of it. These walls and boundaries weren’t just for him. They were meant to keep you safe, too. When he first mentioned Slim, you thought he was taking the « alter ego » thing a little further but he clarified the situation for you : Slim was not just some artistic project. He was an actual person, a part of him. His alter. A distinct identity that shared his body, with its own personality and memories. He had tried to break it down for you explaining what dissociative identity disorder was, that it was a result of early childhood trauma and that Slim had emerged as a protective figure. They called it a « minimal system ». Most people with DID tend to have more alters but, in his case, it was just him and Slim. 

You had never met Slim and he intended to keep it that way. At the ripe age of 52, he had been alive and diagnosed long enough to know the damage Slim could cause. Sure, getting sober had helped keep him under control, but he didn’t trust him. Especially not around you. You were far too precious for him to take the risk of letting Slim ruin what you had, the beautiful relationship you had created. Hence the rules and his insistence on respecting them. However, you had been so sad, lately, that he wanted to cheer you up. And when you told him you needed more, that the only thing he could do to make things better would be to spend some actual time together, he ended up caving in. After all, Slim had not fronted in quite some time, and things were good between the two of you. So the probabilities that something wrong happened were quite low at the moment. He decided to indulge you and plan a romantic weekend not too far from home, taking you to his lake house. 

Yet, now that you were here, under the same roof for an extended time period, those familiar coils of anxiety tightened, making every breath a little harder, his thoughts jumpy and spiraling. Slim’s presence had quieted over the years, , but the more he felt for you, the more Slim became this lurking possibility. Slim was the hurt, the anger, the guy who fought back, and as much as Marshall cared for you, Slim didn’t trust you—or anyone else—to stay without hurting him. He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts aside as he washed a glass, hearing your soft laughter from the next room. He wanted this. He wanted to trust you. But that fear of Slim surfacing, of ruining what he had built, gnawed at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch. You deserved someone whole. But for her, he was willing to try. “Just keep it together, man,” he muttered to himself. You had stepped out to the dock for a bit, giving him a moment alone, and he’d almost relaxed, enough to breathe. But then he heard your phone chime on the counter beside him. The screen flashed with a notification from someone he didn’t recognize. It was just a message, innocent, probably nothing. But something about it twisted inside his mind, a taunting reminder of the betrayals he’d faced before, the people who’d let him down just when he’d let his guard down. He’d been cheated on and betrayed before. And Slim had been the one to pick up the pieces. 

The familiar cold slither crept up his spine. Slim. Before he knew it, that tense grip loosened, and the whole world around him shifted. Slim was fronting.

When you returned to the house, there was a lightness in your eyes. It had taken two years for Marshall to take you on a romantic getaway, and you were enjoying every second of it. Far from home, in the serenity of his secluded lake house, you were feeling at peace. As you kicked off your shoes by the door, you lovingly glanced at him. However, you quickly noticed that something was off. The way he was standing, holding himself seemed… different. There was something darker, more menacing about him, in the way he was leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, his gaze hard and unyielding. You could see his mouth twitch into a smirk that was all but friendly. 

"Marshall?" you asked, your voice tentative, but you knew the answer before you even asked. Something in his stance, the dangerous intensity of his gaze, screamed Slim. Or, at least, the idea that you had of him, based on the description offered by Marshall.  He laughed, low and sharp, the sound echoing in the small room. "Marshall? Nah, baby. He’s… busy right now," he said, voice laced with contempt, eyes narrowing as he looked you over. There was an edge to him, a palpable threat that sent chills down your spine.

“Thought I’d fall for it?” Slim hissed, voice dripping with a venom you had never heard before. “Playing all sweet, acting like you’re different. Like you’d ever get him, really get him.” He took a step closer, his eyes dark and fierce, locking onto you with the intensity of a predator sizing up his prey.Your instincts were screaming for you to back away, to put distance between yourself and this stranger wearing Marshall’s face, but you held your ground. You knew this was part of him, knew the pain he carried, and despite the rush of fear coursing through you, you held his gaze.

“Slim,” you said, voice steady despite the trembling of your hands. “I know you’re just trying to protect him.” At that, Slim’s face twisted, and he laughed sharply, a humorless, biting sound. “Protect him? Protecting him means keeping you out.” In a flash, he grabbed the kitchen knife off the counter, the cold steel glinting as he held it up between the two of you. Your heart raced, and you pressed yourself back against the wall, body tensing as he moved closer, the tip of the knife grazing your skin. “You think you’re something special, huh? Like you’ll last?”.  He pinned you there, his free hand pressed against the wall beside you, keeping you locked in place as his dark gaze bore into yours. The anger radiating off him was electric, a force you could feel thrumming in the air between them.

“I know you’re scared, Slim,” you whispered, your voice still steady. You tried to ignore the way your breath hitched, the adrenaline making your heart beat so loudly you thought he could hear it. “I know you think you have to protect him. But I’m not here to hurt him. Or you.” For a second, the aggression in his stance wavered, his grip on the knife loosening slightly as his eyes flashed with something raw and unfiltered. But just as quickly, he shook his head, a sneer curling his lips. “You think it’s that easy?” he hissed, pressing a little closer, the blade still poised between the two of you.

Slim’s eyes blazed as he stared down at you, the tension thick in the air between you, knife gleaming dangerously close to your throat. “You don’t get it, do you?” he spat, voice a low, venomous rasp. “I’m here to make sure nobody hurts him again. Not now, not ever. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect him.” His grip on the knife tightened, but he never crossed that line into true harm. “I’ve never had to hurt anyone bad enough to get the message across,” he continued, eyes narrowing. “But if I have to, I will. Happily.” Your heart pounded, adrenaline flooding your system, and despite the danger, or maybe because of it, a strange thrill twisted low in your stomach. You had never felt this kind of fear—or excitement. Slim’s intensity, his protectiveness, and the gleam of the blade caught the deepest parts of you off guard. Your gaze lingered on the knife, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, and you knew he noticed.

Slim’s eyes sharpened as he caught your reaction, his smirk returning with a dark amusement. “Really?” he taunted, a glint of something new in his expression. “You’re a freak, aren’t you? Getting all hot and bothered over a knife?”. Heat flushed your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. If anything, you felt herself drawn in deeper by his dark gaze, the thrill of his proximity. You knew it wasn’t exactly Marshall you were looking at, but they did share a body, and he was still incredibly attractive. You had always loved his warmth, his kindness. But Slim’s temper, the danger it had to it, was a different kind of attraction. “Maybe,” you murmured, voice soft but unwavering. You knew better than to deny it; there was something about this raw, protective side of him that drew her in, just as much as Marshall’s gentleness did. If anything, it meant that Slim loved Marshall as much as you did. 

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling lowly. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmured, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted over your skin. “Maybe you’re not as weak as I thought. Maybe you really can handle this.” His hand shifted, pressing the blade just lightly enough against your throat to remind you of its presence, to push the line between danger and control. “We need someone who won’t be scared,” he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper. “Someone who can take me just as much as they can take him.” Your pulse quickened, but you held his gaze, refusing to back down. “I’m not scared of you, Slim,” you said, your voice steady, eyes bright with both fear and thrill. “I can handle you.”

That was all it took for Slim to close the gap between you, his lips crashing onto yours in a fierce, bruising kiss, his free hand gripping your waist with a possessiveness that was rougher, hungrier than anything you had ever felt with Marshall. He moved with a raw intensity, a desperation almost, as though testing your resolve, pushing your limits. And you met him with equal fervor, embracing the dark, powerful energy he radiated. The cold steel of the knife on you was possessive and firm, as he pulled you closer, pinning you against him, as though he wanted to devour you completely, to test every limit. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a low rasp, both mocking and appreciative. He looked at you with something raw, a flicker of respect mingled with a dark desire. “Maybe you’re worth more than I thought.” But even as Slim’s rough, hungry kiss pressed you to the edge of your senses, you could feel hints of Marshall beneath the surface—the softness in the way he cradled your head, the familiar tilt of his head as he deepened the kiss. It was Marshall you loved, yet in Slim, you could see all those broken pieces, the fragments of him he kept locked away.

The intensity of the moment blurred your sense of time, lost in the way Slim held you, kissed you, made you feel alive in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. But then, in a flash, his grip softened, his lips pulling away as he blinked, looking around as though waking from a nightmare. Marshall was back.

He looked down at his hand, still gripping the knife near your throat, and his eyes widened in horror, the color draining from his face. He dropped the knife as if it had burned him, stumbling back, his breaths ragged and shallow.

“Oh God, Babe—” His voice was a strangled whisper, trembling as he took another step back. “What… what did I do? I didn’t mean-…Oh my God…” He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze darting from you to the knife, to the place he had just been, with no memory of what had just happened, only the knowledge that he had held a knife to you and the terror that he might have hurt the woman he loved.

Marshall’s hands shook as he looked from the knife  to you, horror contorting his expression. He could barely process the scene that had just unfolded—the knife, the intensity, the awareness of Slim's presence so close to you. And that he had been the one holding it—that thought alone made his stomach churn. “Babe…” His voice was barely above a whisper, raw with anguish. “I could’ve… I could’ve hurt you.” His breaths came in shallow, frantic gasps, and he ran a hand over his face, squeezing his eyes shut. “You need to leave. Now.” You took a step toward him, but he shook his head, stumbling back as if the sight of you near him only twisted the knife of his guilt deeper. “Don’t come closer. Please. I can’t—I can’t risk it, not after this. I don’t trust myself. I don’t… I don’t trust him.” His words broke your heart. There was nothing you wanted more than to show him that you were alright, that Slim had not harmed you. 

“Marshall.” Your voice was calm, steady, a soft anchor in the whirlwind of his panic. “I’m okay. I’m right here. I’m not hurt.” He opened his eyes, and they were red, glossy with a frantic kind of pain. “I can’t let you risk it,” he said, his voice breaking. “You don’t understand—Slim, he could hurt you. I thought I could control it, but I don’t know if I can. Not around you. I love you too much to risk it. Please, you have to go.” But you stepped closer, ignoring the way his body flinched, determined to close the gap between the two of you. You reached out, taking his trembling hands in yours, grounding him in your warmth. “I’m not going anywhere, Marshall,” you said softly. “I see you—all of you. And none of it scares me. I know you, and I know you’d never truly hurt me.” His hands shook harder, the guilt and disbelief warring in his eyes. “You don’t get it,” he choked out, staring at your joined hands as though afraid to accept your touch. “I thought that too, but-. I’m not worth the risk anyway.”

You tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at you, your eyes gentle but resolute. “Marshall, I see you,” you repeated, your voice unwavering. “Every part of you. Slim too. And I’m not afraid.” He searched your face, as if desperately trying to find some hint of fear, a reason to pull away. But all he could see was your unshaken gaze, your steady presence, a strength he hadn’t expected but needed so deeply. His breath hitched, the remnants of his panic still hovering, but your words sank into him, easing the frantic beat of his heart. “Nothing will drive me away,” she whispered, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. “Slim had the opportunity to hurt me but he didn’t. If anything… He might actually like me.”

His expression softened, the fear giving way to a fragile kind of hope, and he let out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging as he absorbed your words. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, his grip tentative at first but growing as he leaned into it, letting go of the guilt that had weighed him down. However, the relief Marshall felt in your arms was short-lived, giving way to an unsettling, creeping feeling. You hadn’t flinched. You’d looked him straight in the eyes, not with fear but with something else—something bolder, fiercer. He pulled back just enough to search your face, piecing together fragments of their brief, hazy conversation. His mind replayed those last few moments and he felt his stomach tighten, a bitter taste creeping into his mouth.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice barely audible, laced with a suspicion he didn’t want to acknowledge. “When I was… gone—did Slim…? What did he do ?” He couldn’t finish, his words halting as he scanned your expression, looking for answers he wasn’t sure he wanted. Your eyes flickered with a hesitant vulnerability, your cheeks flushing as you bit your lip, unable to meet his gaze. You swallowed, then nodded, just slightly. “He… yeah. We kissed,” you admitted softly, your tone cautious, trying to gauge his reaction.

Marshall’s heart stuttered, the ground seeming to drop beneath him. A pang of jealousy and anger twisted in his chest, sharp and unexpected. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he took a shaky step back. “You made out with him?” he demanded, his voice low and tense. “With Slim?” Your gaze snapped back to his, your brows furrowing slightly. “Marshall, it’s still you—all of you. I see that.”

But his mind couldn’t process that. It was a part of him, yes, but Slim wasn’t him. Slim was the darkness, the rage he’d spent his life trying to keep buried. And now, the idea of him with you—kissing you, holding you—sent a possessive wave through him he couldn’t shake. “Y/N, you don’t understand.” His voice was tight, almost pleading. “Slim isn’t…he isn’t me. Not really. And now he got close to you. Too close.” You took a step toward him, but he tensed, his fists clenching and unclenching as he battled the feelings roiling inside him. Jealousy, betrayal, fear—all simmering together in a painful cocktail. Your voice softened, gentle but firm. “Marshall, it’s all of you I’m here for. I knew Slim was a part of you. I didn’t expect to meet him like this, but… but I chose to be here, no matter what. That doesn’t change.” 

“But you kissed him,” he repeated, his tone accusatory, a mix of anger and confusion. “You’re mine, Y/N. I can’t… I can’t handle the thought of him touching you.” His voice broke slightly, the vulnerability raw and unfiltered. You stepped closer again, reaching out to him, your hand finding his. “Marshall, listen to me,” you said, your voice steady, anchoring him. “It was you. Even if Slim’s different, even if he’s the parts of you that hurt and protect, he’s still part of you. And that’s who I love—all of you.”

He hesitated, his jealousy still sharp, but you could tell that your words were beginning to soothe him. You squeezed his hand, your thumb tracing small circles on his skin, and he let himself breathe, trying to absorb the truth of your words. It didn’t come easy, and a part of him still seethed, still wrestled with the possessiveness clawing at him. But he felt the strength of your presence, the certainty in your gaze. “You’re still mine,” he murmured, the edge of jealousy in his voice softening. “I just… I need to know that no part of me, even Slim, can take you away from me.” You smiled, your gaze unwavering as you nodded. “I’m yours, Marshall. And nothing—not even Slim—will change that.” And you meant it. Every word. Your heart belonged to Marshall, but you wondered if Slim was some kind of hope you could hold on to, a way you could finally have more of Marshall. 

[capn-twitchery]

desire for grace and fear for twitch?

desire: What’s one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

this question genuinely stumped me for so long because oh my god what does grace want? this poor guy is literally just surviving day to day i don't think he knows what he wants

i think. grace wants to go home. he wants to rest, & have some peace. grace wants to help people where he can

that's it, that's all.

but he doesn't know what home means for him,,,he can't go back to anything he knew before. he tried going back to the navy, and that didn't go. great. (that goddamn dawn machine)

he's not open about it, really (although. i'm sure anyone can tell it's what he needs, he looks so tired) because he feels selfish about it-he doesn't deserve to rest, surely. and a promising young navy officer-not that that applies to him much anymore-needs bigger goals than "have some peace." so he won't really do much to reach it, either.

so he's just kind of drifting. doing whatever he can, for other people, mostly.

but it does get better, i promise! it takes a long time but it does. he learns that home doesn't always mean a place you go back to at the end of the day-sometimes home can be people instead. and that he can help people without sacrificing his own wellbeing in the process.

he realises he's allowed to be content-maybe even happy, someday

fear: What is your OC’s greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

oooh. there's a few, but i think the deep-rooted, more Psychological one is: twitch is afraid of dying for good, running out of time, before they get to do anything or be anyone

they lost half of their life to the cage gardens. they didn't have a childhood, a time to figure themselves out, space to think about what to do-they came into existence halfway into adulthood.

people are less willing to look past your mistakes when you, seemingly, should have 40 years of life experience. but they...don't. twitch has existed for 5 years or so. and they want a full lifespan. it's why they're so adamant on immortality!

if faced with their own mortality-real, mortality, not visiting the boatman and coming back-they will freak out (second sacristan fear is real). and they will freak out at anyone who raises an eyebrow at their immortality goals, too but they could never explain why.

they're open about wanting immortality, but not why, and not the fear itself. if you ask them why they'd say they just wanna fuck around & have fun for longer! but no, they're terrified of running out of time.

and surely they owe it to the people whos memories they have, to keep them alive as long as possible?

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

[noahsbookhoard]

📚November 2024 Book Review📚

November was a bit less busy that October and varies from jawdropping to very meh.

Everyone In My Family Has Killed Someone (Ernest Cunningham #1) by Benjamin Stevenson

That one is definitely in the jawdropping category. A great murder mystery in which you have all the keys and the author is right there telling you to "go ahead and solve it". I didn't. I had fun anyway. Just as darkly funny as the title announces.

Wintersmith (Discworld #34) by Terry Pratchett

I think sofar it is my favorite Tifanny Aching story: she is growing up and that shows, she is more responsible, she owns up to what she does wrong, she is still whip smart and I never get tired of the Nac Mac Feegle.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

This count as a novel read since I completed Dracula Daily like everyone on nov 8. The audio drama version by Bloody FM production is so good and a great plus because some of Van Helsing lecture at John are really just too long.

Une belle vie by Virginie Grimaldi

I don't know why but I ended up reading 3 Grimaldi in as many months, maybe because they are rather easy to read, funny and generally have a hopeful vives even when dealing with heavy themes. This one is the story of two estranged sister who reconnect by coming for one last vacation in their grand mother house before they sell it. They rebuilt their relationship and draw back childhood memories, some good and some bad. The part where I got confused is that the author tries to tackle a lot of subjects (bipolarity, depression, domestic violence and cancer are the ones I remember but there are many) instead of just one are two. It was a lot to handle at times but a good read nonetheless.

The Restaurang at the End of the Universe (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy #2) by Douglas Adams

Book 2 is just as crazy as The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, but I found it a little more coherent, as in I knew approximately where we were going (a restaurant) and the convoluted adventure that leads to and from it made more sense to me than in book 1. I'm really excited for the rest of the series.

L'amant by Marguerite Duras

I admit, I don't see the appeal. The writing is good but not incredibly so. The story itself is rambling, I guess it was intentional but it makes it harder to follow. The relationship between the author as a girl and her lover at least 10 years older is very disturbing when judge by modern standards and I was a little put off by the casual way she talks about her brother's death. I must have missed the literary qualities here but I might try another of her novel later on.

La Dame du manoir de Wildfell Hall (The Tenant of Wildfell Hall) by Anne Brontë

I felt so much fucking rage reading this novel! It has some of the most heinous male characters I have ever read and even the main love interest has a hell of a journey to stop being an entitled jealous violent piece of shit. That said it is very well written otherwise I would have either given up or thrown the whole thing through the window. Helen, the main character is strong minded and brave, I loved her from the start and grew even warmer. I strongly recommend it.

Tw for domestic abuse and alcoholism.

The Sword Catcher (Chronicles of Castelane #1) by Cassandra Clare

This was an indulgence: I said I wanted to read less traditional medieval heroic fantasy and it falls right into it. It is good tho! I liked the concept of the Sword Catcher and the Ragpicker King amd especially how the two characters interact. I really hope the relationship between Connor and Kel is explored more too in the future books because the homoerotic subtext deserve to be more text than that!

Somewhere Beyond the Sea (Cerulean #2) T J Klune

I loved The House in the Cerulean Sea so I was excited for the sequel, but a little weary too. I was afraid not to find what made book 1 so dear to me. But there it was! The kids and their shenanigans, Arthur and Linus being their lovey dovey selves, Zoey and Helen are all the village had kept its newly opened mind from the end of book 1 and that was very comforting. The story is hard, the hate and fear they face hits a little too close. But they overcome it and everything ends well which is just what I wanted to read.

The kids calling Arthur and Linus Dad and Papa was extremely cute. I really loved David and how he bonded with Lucy. Not a comfort book as much as the first one but I had a great time reading it

My Roommate is a Vampire by Jenna Levine

I stumbled upon this one because I watched this video of a person who read all the Rylo fanfic turned novels out of morbid curiosity and this one seemed intriguing enough for me to try, open mind and all that. I was promised some whimsy, a shopping montage and a heist.

Well there's comedy (an kumquats for some reason) The shopping montage wasn't much of a montage, they just went and tried t-shirts on. But the end was just stupid: female lead went ahead with a plan she deems stupid and unlikely to work, us reader with even the tiniest bit of social media experience know that the plan is stupid and can't possibly work. And it works. Just genuinely first degree work. When you go with that in a comedy setting at least make your stupid plan work in a funny way, WWDITS style! Some bits are tedious, I understand your 400 year old don't know how to use Instagram but I do and I don't need a full chapter of tutorial (same chapter as my newest fight with my nemesis, the possessiveness trope, you don't get to storm off and brood just cause she posted bikini pics dude!)

Overall it was quite fun if you don't think to much about it.

When Among Crows by Veronica Roth

I listen to the audio book and the accents were *chef kiss*: it is a novella with slavic folklore creatures in an modern setting and I wasn't expecting to love it so much!! It's a story about monsters and family and duty. Angsty, a bit gay, the characters relationship work very well. It will be a reread in the future.Greatest of news for me today! I discovered by googling the spelling of characters names that a second book is coming this year!

[popculturebuffet]

Next up for Cartoon Network era of shows, who is your favorite character from each of the mid-2000s CN City-era shows you've seen like: Megas XLR, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi, Life & Times of Juniper Lee, Camp Lazlo, My Gym Partner's a Monkey, Ben 10 2005, Squirrel Boy, and Class of 3000?

Okay since I didn't fuckup last time we can jump straight in

Megas XLR: Coop. He's a fun walking disaster and voice acted amazingly. As for the show itself.. it's pure gold to me. A classic. A fun, nonsensical mech show with a clever premise and beautiful animation. It could use a tweak or two if it was revivied, but I dig it.

Fosters Home for IMaginary Friends; Wilt. He's one of Phil Lamar's best rolls, has a great design and the good wilt hunting special fleshed him out heartbreakingly. As for the show itself it's pretty good: it does suffer from that issue the earlier cn shows had where sometimes it's a bit too mean spirited, but it's not nearly as frequent and the colorful character design, wonderful premise, and truly outstanding cast from Frankie, everyone who was into women's crush as a kid, to Herriman who I hated as a kid (and still do at times, he's a prick), but now respect as a more complicated genltemanly prick who simply need to ease up a bit, but you get WHY he's like this as he's running a pretty wacky boarding house and madam foster while kind isn't really doing the day to day stuff. A truly great cartoon.

Hi HI Puffy AmiYumi: I like yumi. As for the series itself..ehhh. Besides the obvious of "You shoudln't of had two american women, even really talented ones, play two japanese women', it's just kinda .. there? the music's good, the character design is great, but it's got no real substance. Maybe on a rewatch i'd be wrong, but it's just kinda eh.

Life and Times of Juniper Lee: Out of the regular cast, Dennis, who evolved from "just kinda being there" to "a fun addition to the main cast". Supporting it's Kai Yee, as most of June's rogue's gallery is weak (Aunti Roo and Loki accepted), but he was the shot in the arm the series needed and had the series stuck around I wouldn't be suprised if we saw him again. The show itself is solid though: Judd WInnick copied Buffy's notes well, while adding his own spin to things, and the tragic idea of June being stuck is heartbreaking but intresting. IT has a good mythology, a solid lead and it's only weakness was June's friends being locked out, which is something they WERE going to work on but got canclled. Not in the highest tier of the animated superhero shows at the time (Jake Long eats it's lunch), but still worthy of being part of them all the same.

Camp Lazlo: Hard choice as everyone is pretty great, but I have to go with Edward who started as just a generic bully but evolved into this petty dick who can't accept no one likes him for good reason that just stands out to me. I do mean it when I say I love pretty much everyone though. This show is a fond part of my childhood, one I wish was streaming on max and given hbo's current practices, will hopefully land on Tubi as it's underated. Admiteely I love a good summer camp story, and this series might be why, so i'm biased.. but my love for Joe Murray's other big work helps me see it was also just THAT good, a fun summer camp adventure. Ignore the finale I haven't seen and don't intend to, but enjoy everything else. This series is a treasure that's on rocko's level, at least from memory and deserves all the praise.

My Gym Partner's A Monkey: MONKEY MONKEY MONKEY. I like Ingrid for her having to lean down and crush on Adam and I like Principal Bulfrog for both being hilarous and being at the center of the only episode I really loved so let's call this a tie. Their both great. And as you can tell by that last part yeah.. I hate this one. It has a decent if stupid premise, but it leans way too heavily on kafka comedy: adam tends to get buffeted around for no reason, jake is an asshole, and most of the cast follows suit. Even Bullfrog is a dick, he's just at least you know.. funny. The episode with the robot teachers is the one I like.. because it's just wacky nonsense and ends with a wizard for some reason. The show had chaotic energy but squandred it on making adam miserable when he'd done nothing wrong.

Ben 10: Vilgax. Max was close, he's a great mentor.. but Vilgax is such a memorable villian despite only showing up as an ominous guy in a tube for most of season one and only in his full glory four times, one of which I haven't seen. But Steve Blum leaves an impression for him, this unstoppable MONSTER who easily tears through Bens creatures. Ghostfreak is also close, but Vilgax has more personalitY: While his goals are simple, to conquer you get a sense of arrogance and superiority he ENTIRELY backs up. The series made their own thanos or darkseid and it was glorious. He suffers a bit in the sequels as the mouth thing was a BAD design choice, but man is he great. As for the series itself.. also great. Really need to rewatch it at some point, but it's a solid superhero show and sets itself apart from the other kid sueprhero works of the time.. by having it be a child instead of a teen, with all the impulsivness, over the top names and enthusasim that entails. Ben's a brat, but he's not a bad kid and his childish impulsivness lets the series go more places. The concept of taking dial h for hero and applying truly awesome alien designs to it is fucking brilliant and improves on the original idea amazingly. Add in tons of lore, great villians 3/4 seasons, and you can see why Cartoon Network milked this series as long as it did and why it'll probably return some day after some cooling off.

Squirrel Boy: Kurtwood Smith dad only for virtue of being voiced by Kurtwood Smith. I almost picked no one. This show wasn't good, it was boring and I don't like it. A waste of everyone involved and not one I really care to revisit. It's probably not bad as my memory but lord it isn't good.

Class of 3000: SING, NA NA NA NA NA. Principal Luna both for being consitantly funny and his awesome music number. And I only didn't see season 2 because I wasn't aware it happened till it was too late. I need to rewatch this one. A true cult classic that deserved better: Andre 3000 was clearly all in and game for whatever, the series itself had a great cast, and the musical numbers are all bangers all the time.

So that ends this one. Next I see a LOT more superhero shows coming, robots in disguise and more. I actually love doing this as it givces me a chance to talk about great shows I simply haven't yet.

[sixminutestoriesblog]

the D'Aulaire's books of myth

When I was a very young child, my mother, who knew me well sometimes and sometimes not at all, would often take me to the local library and let me spend hours there. For me it was like discovering my very first magical forest, the bookshelves like endless groves of golden trees hanging with every kind of jeweled fruit imaginable. Between those golden trunks were doorways to a thousand different worlds, each as foreign and intriguing as the last. I never confined myself to the quiet, bright flower field of the children's section, not when I could disappear into the deeper shadows of the forest, ferreting out new corners to look into, new books with their hidden worlds to find. My mother, for good or bad, had a great deal of faith, either in the library or in me, that I wouldn't stumble across books she didn't approve up -

but stumble across them I did. Most, for better or worse, I don't remember. Obviously, they weren't life-changing or scarring enough to make an imprint on me. But there were some brightly golden books with almost Byzantium illustrations that I fell in love with then and still, to this day, keep tucked away inside the corners of my chest, almost forgotten until something makes me trip over them and they glow all over again. They were the D'Aulaires' books and they were the beginning of the beginning for me. My rather strict religious mother didn't approve of them, worried they'd lead me off the path and into paganism (and no, it didn't matter that the Norse myth one ended with Adam and Eve). She didn't understand that the bright illustrations and the tales in the books were stories to me, so much more alluring and satisfying than religion. Since she wouldn't let me check them out to bring home, I instead used my library time to disappear into the forest of book stacks and hide away to read them there. First their Greek gods and myths. Then their Norse ones. Then their book of trolls. I even vaguely recall one about a giant chicken! Before Edith Hamilton and Bulfinch's Mythology, for me, there were the D'Aulaires.

I meant this to be the introduction to a piece about the huldra - but I think I'll save that for another time. Instead, I'm going to turn this into a book review/recommendation/thingy. Most of my books are still packed in boxes in the closet but now I feel the need to go digging through them, hunting for the gold buried somewhere in their midst. Greek gods and Norse ones and all the magical folk who fall somewhere in-between them and us on those brilliant, crayon-soft, illustrated pages. If you've already read the myth books by Ingri and Edgar D'Aulaire like me, this is your memory bell, ringing. Go. Find them again. If you haven't read them yet, and myth interests you, why not give one of them a try, perhaps even at your local library? And if there are children in your life, your own or someone else's that you get to borrow, why not introduce them? There is a sweet, lulling, singing quality to the oldest stories, a breathing space somewhere between the frantic pace of today and a rushing tomorrow. Children deserve to have their own Greek gods phase of childhood development, just like so many of us did.

Do you remember them too? Did we share this magic through the worlds and forests of stories in a library? Did all our worlds soften, just a little bit, for a short while into something rare and adventurous?

[lady-asteria]

So if you’ve seen either “Inside Job” or “The Hollow”, I would love to hear your thoughts on both of those shows.

I haven’t watched Inside Job yet (hear great things and is in my to-watch list), but I have watched -I'm rewatching, actually- The Hollow and I really like it.

There are spoilers here for both seasons.

Saying this as someone who just can't handle horror, I believe they mix it quite well (kind of like Gravity Falls) with the lore clues and the characters. Specially our main trio bc I'm invested in the things that happens to them, so the horror doesn't stop me from watching.

Something lot of books and shows do, bc it works, it placing strangers in a new world, so the audience discover the things at the same time the character does. Here is that extra layer of them not knowing who they are. Which, let's be honest, is scary as hell. So we are also learning who they are at the same time they do, but also, until what point is the real them? How much their subconscious affect their memory loss?

Then S2 show us that yes, that's who Adam, Kai and Mira are (with differences, of course) lovely flawed teenagers with a kind heart.

It should be over, but they are, once again, there. In the game. And isn't it weird? We know they won, that they make it home, so why are they there?

S2 also gives us the other side: Their families, their fears (and, oh, my poor Adam) and, hey viewer! remember that other group? They actually know each other. From Mira and Skeet's sweet childhood friendship (rip Skeet, you made me fear the other five could die, you deserved your virtual happy ending) To Reeve and Adam's beef (with poor Mira in the middle) And, of course, Kai remembering and being rightfully angry at Vanessa (even if she knew it was a videogame) but also being the first one to forgive her bc he's aware all of them are flawed and she didn't want to harm them. (As well as calling out The Hollow for stealing their dates)

And that's the good stuff, the interpersonal relationships.

Idk, I just really love these babies.

The world itself is cool, working as a videogame (I'm not an expert), it remind me of that Mario's game with 8 worlds, each one with their different settings. (Again, not an expert) but it works more as an excuse to develop the characters -just my opinion-

In short, it's catching with a cast easy to get invested over.

[chasesvillainera]

For your ask game: Experion and Sebastian

Hey! Thanks for the ask!!

Experion:

Opinion on them—I love a good betrayal from a childhood friend so I’ve always loved him. Wish we’d learned more about him.

Headcanon integral to my understanding of him—He works for the Annihilator of his own volition and for fun.

Funny headcanon— He didn’t realize the Annihilator was a villain for months, he was just having fun blowing stuff up (do you see why I ship him with Adam now?)

Favorite moment of him—His fight with Skylar in Friend of my Friend is so much fun

Sebastian

Opinion—BEST BELOVED BABY BOY. Such a sweet and interesting character who was done dirty by the creators. I understand him like no one else. I love him so much he deserved so much better

Headcanon integral to my understanding—Everything from Bionic Houseparty on was completely genuine behavior. He had actual affection for the rats (Chase)/considered them his friends, and rebelling was a hard decision for him.

Funny headcanon—He gave Bob a very “older brother esque” lecture after the helicopter incident

Favorite moment of him— When Chase yelled “friends don’t electro fork thingy friends!” and he just looked at him in confusion. The “I literally have no memories why are you so mad pal?”

[denimbex1986]

'Six years of waiting, after the premiere at the Venice Film Festival of the underrated Charley Thompson. Andrew Haigh, Member of the Order of the British Empire for his services to art for just over a year, is finally back with the free adaptation of the novel Strangers by Yamada Taichi (1987), already brought to the big screen by Nobuhiko Obayashi with The Discarnates, at the end of the 80s.

Presented as a world premiere at the Telluride Film Festival, and subsequently seen at the New York Film Festival, at the BFI London Film Festival and now at the Rome Film Festival in the Alice nella Città section, All of Us Strangers will be released in Italian cinemas at the beginning of 2024 , with a more than probable and possibly deserved haul of Oscar nominations.

12 years after Weekend , which in 2011 introduced Haigh to cinephiles around the world, the director of Looking has created a skilfully layered and deeply moving film about the pain of loss, the process of mourning, isolation and fear. of loneliness which too often become a painful practice within the LGBTQIA+ community. Haigh, accompanied for the occasion by the magnificent photography of Jamie D. Ramsay, has created a drama that disturbs and moves, giving shape to an unusual love story, which is intertwined with a past never forgotten because it has never really been experienced.

One night, in a practically deserted skyscraper in today's London, Adam meets his only neighbor, Harry, who knocks on his door, asking him to come in, to introduce those two very lonely lives. An encounter that breaks the rhythm of his daily life, but Adam is haunted by memories of the past, finding himself punctually in the suburban town where he grew up and in the childhood home where his parents seem to relive, just like the day of their death, which occurred 30 years earlier…

It is a story of ghosts, of words never said, of hugs never given, of confessions never expressed, of farewells never elaborated, of requests for help never made explicit or understood, of coming outs never made, the one driven by four actors in a state of grace. Andrew Scott has never been so good, after decades of waiting for the role of a lifetime, worn extraordinarily. His Adam, so problematic and mysterious, so kind and melancholy, silent and scared, has a thousand facets that Scott manages perfectly to make credible. Haigh built the entire film around him, never letting go for a moment, focusing on the features, the small details, the nuances of a complex character and the fascinating text itself.

An Oscar nomination for best leading actor would be a good thing, not to mention a duty, after 30 years of a career equally divided between cinema, TV and theatre. Paul Mescal , such an enigmatic and seductive neighbor, perfectly fills spaces that had been deserted for a long time until his arrival, accompanying the protagonist towards emotions and feelings never experienced before. The equally excellent Jamie Bell and Claire Foy play Adam's two parents, deceased for decades and yet visible, to the point of reconstructing 30 years of forced distance.

In dialogue with oneself, after having repressed, remained silent and pushed others away for a long time. Andrew Haigh's Strangers are neighbors, lovers, parents, it's all of us, driven to self-isolation by a world and a society in which the human, physical, real relationship is increasingly an exception, in the face of social and virtual interactions. Closed doors slammed in the faces of Strangers in need of help, closeness, simple company, unaware of the irreparable damage that those closed doors could cause. All Of Us Strangers is a powerful reflection on pain and love, which asks the viewer to immerse themselves in a story that at times becomes lysergic, a visual and emotional experience long marked by mysteries, anxieties and past memories. Haigh has taken back his Weekend, transforming it into something else, into something much more painful, scary and devastating, with a melancholy homage to the 80s embellished with a soundtrack that ranges from Frankie Goes To Hollywood to Pet Show Boys, passing through Blur and Fine Young Cannibals.

The love story between Adam and Harry dazzles with its beauty and sweetness, while continually leaving room for something undefined, never fully expressed, with these two bodies that meet, fusing into each other, experiencing a relationship made of flesh and revelations, fragilities and insecurities. Andrew Haigh asks full trust to anyone who wants to enter his All of Us Strangers, an emotional matryoshka in which nothing is as it seems, with worlds, lives and realities that intertwine, beyond time and space, until that final twist that makes everything even more bitterly moving. An ending consciously on the limit, poised between exaggeration and emotional disturbance, closing a film that is unlikely to leave anyone indifferent.'

[aerospectrum]

“Oh… right.” Cas swallowed again, his adam’s apple bobbing slowly in his throat, once again evading the others eyes. He squinted in thought as he mulled Kyle’s words over, letting them nestle into his thoughts evenly before he spoke again. “I understand.” He nodded, his voice a bit softer that time. “I’m not- I wouldn’t say I’m experienced in that realm; I don’t think I have a good judge of character when it comes to being manipulated for sex.” He stated bluntly, his mind drifted along a memory before he tugged himself back to the present; very clearly taking note of the way Kyle blushed often. It made him smile, subtly, but it was there.

the question was poignant; Cas couldn’t deny that, but it also brought a sense of sadness to the room. “Jimmy Novak was the host of this body when I first possessed him, he was a devout man - he asked for it but when the reality of it all settled in; when he lost his family because of… because of me I think he wanted to abandon his faith— but I’d brought too much danger into his life. He sacrificed himself for the cause— for his family. And I lived alongside him for a while longer.” He trailed his fingertips along his knees slowly as he explained to Kyle about Jimmy. “When a human’s vessel is damaged beyond repair; damaged in a way where their soul can’t possibly be contained within it anymore the vessel ceases to exist and I’d be forced to find a new host; but when Jimmy was killed after a foolish decision on my part.. God recrafted this form- it’s my body now; while it contains my grace it’s also an extension of my being now… it’s a bit confusing to explain.” He locked eyes with Kyle. “Jimmy was given a paradise of his own, one that he was deserving of; his wife joined him in it a few years later and his daughter; she’s similar to Sam and Dean. She saves people from the grief of this life with her girlfriend and they’ve found a peace in one another that she’s not had since childhood. I’m happy for her.” He clapped his palms to his knees and looked around the room.

“What made you want to be a writer; any particular event or just a part of you since you’ve been here on this planet?” He asked, curious to know more about Kyle as a writer and a person rather than someone he was simply looking out for.

Kyle blushed and piped up at that. "The later isn't necessary. It's not something I view as something you just give away, either. I feel like love and trust should be involved when participating in acts such as those. Besides, I'm not saying anything bad about you. I just never explicitly asked for it, so you don't have to worry about giving me things like that. It also doesn't help. I barely know you. I'm not saying you aren't very handsome in your current form. But yeah..." He says, trailing off with a blush and looking down at the candy in his hands. "Anyway, unless they plan on using my family to get to me, I want them to stay out of this. Otherwise, I'd ask to have them brought here, too." He says. "I do have a question. You're just using this body to house your angelic form, right? Whatever happened to the original person inside that body? Is he ok? Did he have family?" He asks because, of course, he knows how this works because of his connection to the other side. But he wants to know first hand if they're ok.

[goldenj0]

one — everything has changed

summary— one fleeting memory after another and the wishing of a star bringing her a little closer to home.

pairings— proathlete!bucky x reader

warnings— language, drinking, swearing, slight sexual content

a/n— the out pouring love on my prologue has blown me away so thank you for that! this ones the shortest part of the series but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

series m.list | s.stan m.list | m.list

Fate was a cruel thing. 

Bucky remembers it all too well. The smell of opium lingering on your skin when he’d whisper words under your ears. The words that were forsure imprinted on your warm skin after a win. The way your laugh echoed in the bare night when the two of them sat under what he made yours. 

A vicious cycle that he was to blame. 

“See that?“ He whispered, his grip tightening on the person who fit him like a puzzle piece. “All of those are yours.”

“What do you mean?” Spoken through a smile and butterflies in your stomach. Flush against the person who made everything feel like home.

“The stars.” Bucky’s Adam's apple bobbed. Kisses of admiration and love adorning your scalp, his voice was a song that you never got sick of. 

“I’m declaring the stars and sky as yours, eight.” 

Rolling your head up, your eyes connected with the eyes that reminded you of a golden hour and a boyish smile. 

“Really?” Fingers twirling with a stray piece of hair, “Why?” Impatiently chewing on your bottom lip.

“Because, you were kissed by the moon, and everything shine’s brighter when you’re around.” Bucky quipped right back. “Just like the stars.”

“Buck? Hey Buck l—, buddy?” A hand waving over his face forced him out of his daydream. 

“Yeah, sorry I’m listening.” Demanding a smile from within him and his only sense of escape dwindling from his mind. 

“How ya feelin good about all of this, I mean shit, Steve it was always just ideas and a dream jotted on a piece of paper but now it’s a reality. Your reality.” A hand placing itself on Steve’s crisp blue button down, slightly pushing his figure away, “Proud of ya. Deserve all the happiness in the world, man.” 

“Kinda wild really, but couldn't have done it without ya,” Teasing smile, “Ya know, being a pain in my ass all those years.” 

A real laugh escaped from his wet lips. Something he hadn’t done in a long time.

“So do you, Bucky.” Steve directs back to his childhood best friend.

Bucky paused, placing his drink on the dark mahogany bar, Adam apple bobbing harshly, forcing everything down. 

A dry chuckle leaving his lips, “Tonight isn’t about me.” Absentmindedly rubbing the only thing left he had of you. 

“‘Sides, happiness doesn’t exist with me, Steve. Don’t really deserve it after everything.” Pushing forth a smile. Hoping that it would convince the unwanted topic.

But Bucky knew Steve almost as well as he knew himself, and he wasn’t giving it up anytime soon.

“Everyone, and I mean everyone, Bucky deserves to be happy, including you.” Steve stated, his gaze now fixed on Bucky—

not dropping it anytime soon, “So since I’m your best friend,” Signaling the bartender for a fresh round, “Were gonna sit here, drink and hopefully talk about the fact you’re gonna be seein’ her for the first time in long time.” Standing firm behind his words.

And just like that the memories of her of cotton candy sunsets, midnights and peonies flashed before him, “She hates me.” Bucky mutters the words out loud, wishing he never broke his favorite person. 

Finally making eye contact with his best friend since childhood. The one who saw him through everything. 

“But,” Bucky chuckled forcing the water that begged to be released, “Don’t really blame her y’know. Shit— I’d hate me too. Did the one thing I promised her I never would.” Bucky coughed, gulping down his old drink and grabbing the new one.

“Actions have consequences, Steve.” 

“Jamie!! You did it.” Pillow-like lips and a flash before him pressed against him, he felt home wrap around him. “So proud of you, always.” Star like eyes sweeping over his features. 

“Couldn’t have done it without ya baby girl. Never can— good luck charm.” Boyish smiled adorning his face as he swept over your features, outlining you like the constellations in the sky and his resting on the newly added accessory— the J hanging effortlessly on you. “Looks good on ya— everything does, Star. Can I geta ‘nother kiss from ya? Make my night even better?”

Your hopeless lovestruck baseball boy.

A roll of your star like eyes and a crescent moon appearing on your peonies colored lips, “You know you’re seriously one of the cheesiest people I’ve ever met, right?” Cloudy manicured fingers combing through his wet locks.

“Maybe, but you love it almost as much as you love your dream boy.” The words whispered over your lips, melting into them as he spoke. 

“Dream boy? That’s new.” Quipping right back.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as his hands molded to the curve of your hips, “New bad? Or new good?” Lips so close, you could taste the mint from his gum with a mix of aftershave— Cedarwood and home.

“New great, dream boy.” Cotton candy mixed with watermelon welcoming him as he pressed his smile onto yours.

“Shit— kiss me like that again, I promise all the gentlemen in me will be left in this parking lot.” 

Your lips once again welcoming his as he pressed you against the door to your baseball boys car— with his promise in mind.

Bucky Barnes wasn’t shy or weak by any means, but when it came to you, he was. Bucky’s lips parted for a moment—begging to ask the one question he dreaded the most. 

“Uh, can I ask ya something Steve?” Not daring to look in the eyes of his best friend. Feeling shallow and weak as he waited for his response.

“The answer to your question is no.” Steve responded, patiently waiting for the question or response of his friend that would surely follow, but it never came. “Nat told me she’s her plus one, well more like half of the one.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, looking ahead of him at the wall of neatly arranged liquor bottles for an answer, then it dawned on him— Wanda.

A sense of relief washed over him when the stars aligned in his favor. Bucky wasn’t sure how he would handle seeing someone that wasn’t him with her. Of course he’d heard through the grapevine that you’d dated other guys from time to time, but those few times he had, he felt his skin crawl and his heartbreak a little each time. He’d rather be hit with a ball at ninety miles an hour than see her with someone else. 

“Always attached at the hip, the three of them. Never could go far without one of them.” Steve chuckled though his words and finished his drink with one last sip. 

A thick silence formed over them, voices of people soon faded, and the chimes of glasses disappeared. 

Bucky paused, a few heartbeats passing as he attempted to gather his thoughts. And when he did, he raised his chin, his stormy eyes faltered to Steve, finally connecting with them. Having been afraid of the eyes that held all the answers Bucky wanted, no needed to ask, but afraid of what would be written in them.

“Piece of advice, try talkin’ to her, Buck.” Steve's eyes looked over Bucky’s features— droopy eyes and senses of relief washing the rest away. 

“It’s been eight years. Things change and people change, Bucky.” Words pouring through the midnight sky. “Never know what might happen.”

Bucky nodded slowly, finishing his drink and swallowed the words spoken throughout the night down with them.

It had taken you one hour to go through customs, many minutes of waiting for your bags, bumper to bumper traffic and sigh of relief when your ears heard the voice of one of the most important people in your life bring you to her. 

“Y/n!” 

Bright eyes and the arms of the closest things to home wrap engulfed you in a tidal wave of emotions. Months of countless texts and facetime calls all leading up to this moment. 

“Welcome home, my baby girl.” 

Her safety net wrapped around her. Arms that kept her safe from the monsters hidden under her bed. The very ones that taught her to ride her purple bike. Ones that inspired her talent for writing and drawing— the very ones that lead her to the women she is today.

“Hi mom.” Squeezing all of her tightly, “Missed you.” Pushing the water back that lined your eyes. 

“Oh honey, we have missed you all too much.” Her voice filled with love and meaning. She pulled away, her eyes raked over you— capturing this moment, she had been waiting for, for far too long.

“Come on. Come in, I wanna hear about your flight and your latest project. You know at that place I can’t remember the name of.” She rambled faster than she could think, “I just wanna hear about everything I’ve missed about you.”

“You look,” trying to speak the word that taunted him, “—happy, Pepper. Really. Can’t believe the big days’ just knocking on the door.” 

“I know, it’s all so crazy to think so many years later here we are, only days away from a moment that I’ve wished for so long.” Peppers lips curving into a smile, her eyes catching the man who changed her life, the nod of his asking her to excuse herself from the group in front of her. 

“It looks good on him.” Sam chuckled into his glass and his index finger circled around the cool air. 

“Yeah, it does.” Bucky murmured before reaching for another drink on a tray that passed by him. 

Searching in the sea of nameless faces, engulfed in Tom Ford, scotch filling his taste buds as laughs fill the joyous air, dreaming of the moment that eight years would appear soon enough.

Black coated eyelashes fluttered in every direction taking in the picture in front of you. It was nothing short of Tony and Pepper. Candle light dancing in every direction— illuminating the small but meaningful details of the building and the important details that shouted love. 

But while the details of love danced before you, you felt every emotion you wished to have felt. Craved on the tip of your tongue. Something you wanted with him.

“Y/n.” Tony grinned as he brought you into his arms— a welcome home and it's been far too long residing in the moment. 

“Tony, hi. Congratulations.” The words flowing off your tongue, pulling back as you drink in the event around you. “This looks beautiful.”

“ ‘s’all Pepper.” Spoken with love and adoration.

A hand brushing itself on your back and the very woman appearing and taking you into her arms.

“Welcome home.” Pepper spoke, grabbing your hand and squeezing them.

“Thank you. Pepper, this looks amazing. You look beautiful.” You responded, cocking your head slightly to the side and a twinkle in your eyes.

“So do you. Truly. And I’m so happy you’re here.” Catching your eye— solidifying her words. “And I’m dying to catch up and hear all about the past few months, but I know there's a few people here dying to see you, so go say hi and come find me a little later.”

“Pepper-“

“I’m not asking. Go.” Pepper smiled, fleeting away from your vision. 

Moments later you found yourself with a drink grasped in your hand, condensation dripped on the cloudy manicured fingers as your eyes searched the midnight ambience for a familiar face when one of the many that became familiar appeared. 

“Long time no see stranger.” The gruff voice spoke, snapping you from the blue eyes. Arms reaching out to enclose around you.

“Steve. Oh my god. Hi.” You responded happily and excitingly, the corners of your mouth pushing a smile out. 

“Welcome home.” Steve repeated for what felt like the millionth time today but happily accepted it. “Have’ya been here long?”

“Yeah me too and no, just a few minutes ago.” Your pink, cotton candy like lips forming a smile with a million emotions as you took in a part of him.

“You know you’re all the talk. Were all happy you’re home.” Steve stated. The blue eyes telling you more than his lips. 

He’s happy you’re home.

You paused, “Yeah, uh speaking of, where is everyone?” Eyes peering behind him. 

“C’mon, follow me.” Steve’s voice ringing through your ears as you followed him through the mess of people. 

A new melody was created as many people welcomed you home. Preaches of how are you and I missed you lingered in the air. The arms of your best friends wrapping you snug against them. Declarations of love passed between the three of you as if nothing existed and no time had been passed. Gold soaring through you and claiming itself on your dress is everything you felt. Promises of pictures and a family dinner at the Love were spoken and pinky promises held to your heart from a very demanding Wanda and Natasha. 

For a fleeting moment everything felt as close as it could to okay, but fate had a twisted sense of humor and something else in mind. 

The gold dress suddenly felt too tight and your mind was running a marathon. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment. A moment you never thought would happen. 

Brown hair catching your eyes. The semi forced smile quickly faded and was replaced with a haunting expression. Voices and music turned to white noise, the bustle of people became blurry and it was all in slow motion— cruel and heartbreaking. 

Suddenly you were drowning in blue. And in that blue, was the scripture with a million moments and reasons for the two of you. 

The star spangled midnight sky that he once claimed as yours by the boyish smile that consumed your thoughts. Red lips that once spoke words of love and happiness as they ghosted over the column of your neck appearing before you. 

The familiar look in his eye, chose you once upon a time. 

But once upon a time didn’t exist, only reality. And reality was you were in love with someone who loved another.

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[babygirlwolverine]

A better s15 outline starting with the end of s14 when Chuck brings all the ghosts/monsters back:

Highlighting all the monsters brought back by Chuck, we have 14 MOTW episodes, with each episode designated to one monster from each season and have the boys relive some of their hardest and most challenging cases from the past 15 years of the show with an updated take and even higher stakes

Each episode highlights one specific monster, with it being different monsters every episode as Chuck sends worse and worse monsters their way in an attempt to kill the boys, with each case getting progressively harder and more emotionally taxing

Throughout these episodes, we get further backstory on plans to defeat Chuck. We see the boys teaming up with old friends and fellow hunters- Charlie, Bobby, Jody and Donna and the girls, Eileen, Garth, and so many others- to help them to take down the newly revived monsters, and we really get to see the Found Family dynamic and how important this family Dean and Sam have made along the way is to them and how much they love them

The show goes back to it’s roots of taking down the monsters and the good fight to save the world along with saving the little guys- while also showing the team pushing harder than ever to deal with internal tensions and stress

We see close calls, we see TFW 2.0 getting their asses handed to them on plates some episodes, and the next episode they’re destroying everything in sight. It’s a hard battle, but they keep pushing on

New monsters keep cropping up, and it feels like Chuck is going to overrun the world with monsters to wipe the world out. To clean slate the world

Little side quests happen, with the team breaking off into little groups to conquer several tasks at once. Sometimes Dean and Sam are together. Sometimes Dean with Jack and Cas with Sam. They bond, they renew their family connections, they fight even harder

The next 5 episodes focus on taking Chuck down and killing him (in this version they actually kill him because he doesn’t deserve to live period). Plans get made and fall apart, they get close several times and Chuck beats them over and over again. Every time they take a step forward, Chuck pushes them two steps back

Dean and Cas spend the beginning of the season at odds, before slowly encroaching closer and closer to the thing hovering unspoken between them

Meanwhile we see everyone researching and strategizing and they come to a final solution. If Jack and Amara team forces together, light and darkness, they can wipe Chuck out

Right before the final fight happens, Cas admits his feelings for Dean because he just can’t hold back anymore and he gets taken by the Empty. Dean is utterly heartbroken, the words I love you too on his lips just as Cas gets swallowed and taken. He vows this is not the end. He will find Cas again. We see a solid scene of Dean grieving, followed by little hints he’s not okay as the final fight gears up

In the big showdown, a massive fight happens, with both sides looking like they’re going to lose. Chuck is winning towards the end, beating them into submission until they have almost nothing left, torturing them until they almost break, when finally Jack and Amara drain both of their powers, overriding Chuck and killing him. Jack and Amara become human

The final episode starts with a montage of Dean, Sam, and Jack researching 24/7. We see several months pass in that minute long montage before finally they seem to find what they’re looking for. A way to get to the Empty. A way to save Cas

A whole scene is dedicated to Dean bursting into the Empty and grabbing Cas. Gabriel, Balthazar, and Crowley hitch a ride too. As soon as they’re back home in the Bunker, Dean kisses Cas until they’re both dizzy, whispering that he loves Cas too, of course he loves Cas too, and Cas can have this, as long as he wants it

Sam and Eileen finally get to settle down, Eileen moving into the Bunker and the both of them stepping into the roles of Alpha Hunters, teaching the next generation while also taking on some kickass cases of their own

Jack, now human, finally gets to live his life as the toddler he actually is. Everyone starts teaching Jack normal school and life things, and Jack finally gets to experience normal activities and make childhood memories while still being part of the Family Business

Sam goes down to Hell often, as Rowena is still the Queen of Hell with Crowley helping to run the place, and Sam becomes Rowena’s apprentice, learning the art of witchcraft and using it to help hunters around the country

Amara, now human, gets to live the life she wants, and sometimes even stops by to see the boys, mostly to offer a game of poker which she knows she will win

Dean and Cas finally get to be together, and they semi-retire, only taking on cases when they both get the itch to get back out there and kill something. They open up a bar in honor of Ellen, Jo, and Ash. The Roadhouse 2.0, a place for Hunters to find each other and connect, with pictures of the former 3 hung up on the wall as commemoration

Cas teams up with Gabriel and Balthazar, slowly rebuilding Heaven. New angels are created, strength is brought back to Heaven, and Cas slowly gets his powers back. There is no Higher Power. No God. Just Heaven and Hell and souls, with Rowena taking care of Hell and several Angels banding together to keep Heaven going

The final scene is the entire Found Family celebrating the holidays together, all sat around the massive table in the Bunker sharing food and laughing. They’re all finally free. Happy. Dean kisses Cas. Sam kisses Eileen. And we see Adam has been safely brought back from the Cage due to the newly strengthened Angels rescuing him. He’s finally included in the family, and gets to be happy, too. We leave the gang knowing they have their whole lives ahead of them, and together with their family, they’re happy

[bambazzle]

LGBT+ Fantasy/Fiction Books and TWs

-In the case that a book on the list is the first of a series, TWs will include warnings for the entire series-

IDNS means “I Do Not Support the Author”- reasons will be listed and linked! if you are interested in this author’s book, try to buy second hand!

I have removed some books that were on here, I know! I removed them specifically for problematic content- this book list was not just books I loved, but books I had yet to read and hoped to love. Books that misrepresent or fetishize our community don’t deserve to be supported and spread even more. I have replaced these books with ones that don’t perpetuate harmful stereotypes, so we can all enjoy our escapes! 

1. Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (Trilogy)-

(Fantasy, Witches, Vampires, kind of Harry Potter-y, MLM Romance, TW for suicidal ideation, self-destructiveness, abandonment, foster care, neglect, bullying, major character death, racism, murder and attempted murder, violence, gun violence and relationship issues. It has some heavy topics but is written in a pretty light tone.)

(DNS author: Racism/stereotyping/fetishization of Asian community)

2. Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston-

(MLM “Enemies” to lovers, about the son of the President and the Prince of England getting into a fight, they have to fake a friendship to fix their PR situation, TW for being publicly outed, semi-graphic sex scenes, politically charged discussions, addiction, underage alcohol use, blackmail, parental death (mentioned), homophobia, panic attacks, sexual abuse/harrassment (mentioned), racism, parental neglect )

3. Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller-

(MLM but not explicitly romance, Ancient Greece, demigods, exile, TW for abduction, abandonment, war, violence, ableism, child abuse, death, human sacrifice, human trafficking, murder, plague (mentioned), sexual assault (mentioned), self-harm, slavery, torture)

4. The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic (Trilogy)-

(MLM, very slow burn. Demisexual MC. Mafia mixed with kids with broken homes mixed with a kid who has a dream of being a pro at a fictional sport. The focus is NOT on the relationship, it is the subplot. TW for ableism, verbal and physical abuse, abuse within a psychiatric facility, alcoholism, underage alcohol use, physical assault, sexual assault, conversion therapy (mention), death of an animal, parental death, drug abuse, drug use, drug overdose, drug misrepresentation, violence, gun violence, knife violence, homophobia, hate crime, murder, panic attacks, rehab, self harm, suicide (mentioned), graphic torture, manipulation, police intervention, organized crime/mafia, graphic description of burns. It is a great series but it has heavy content and is not light reading if you go in unprepared.)

5. The House on the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune -

(MLM (WLW side characters), fantasy, found family, heartwarming romance, magical creatures, TW for abuse(mentioned), trauma-related anxiety, bigotry, body shaming, bullying, child abuse (backstory), internalized fatphobia, homophobia, microaggresions, violence, violence against children)

6. Heartstopper by Alice Oseman (Series)-

(MLM, graphic novel, slow burn, coming out, TW for emotionally abusive relationship, anorexia, self harm, suicidal ideation, bullying(mentioned), psychiatric facility, trauma discussion, homophobia)

7. The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater (Series)-

(MLM, Fantasy, about a secret private school, slow burn, found family, TW for underage alcohol use, drug use, suicide(mentioned), homophobia, domestic abuse, child abuse(mentioned), murder and attempted murder, burglary, car crash, fire related death(non-graphic), kidnapping, terminal illness, sick parent, ritual sacrifice, suicide, violence, gore, gun violence, knife violence, panic attack, PTSD, workplace harrassment)

8. They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera-

(MLM, Bisexual Latino characters, whole story takes place in 24 hours because at about midnight- aka the start of the book- they get a phone call saying they’re going to die, TW for death, animal death, child death, drowning, violence, gang violence, gun violence, homophobia, panic attack, parental suicide, suicidal ideation, sick parent, police intervention, and foster care)

9. Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (Series)-

(Queer characters, but no romance in the first book, fantasy, found family, slow burn, TW for graphic depictions of violence, addiction, genocide/fantasy racism, gambling, drug use, withdrawal, ableism, abuse(mentioned), sexual slavery(mentioned/backstory), sexual assault(mentioned/backstory), imprisonment, murder and attempted murder, death, death threats, loss of loved one, prosecution, torture, violence, gore)

10. The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee- 

(MLM Historical Fiction Romance, Travel/Journey, Best Friends to lovers, TW for abuse, homophobia, adoption, alcoholism, breakups, death(mentioned), epilepsy/seizures, prison, robbery)

(DNS author: transphobia/biphobia)

11. In Deeper Waters by FT Lukens-

(MLM, High fantasy, “A young prince must rely on a mysterious stranger to save him when he is kidnapped during his coming of age tour”, TW for kidnapping, violence, abuse, war(mentioned))

12. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz (Duology)-

(MLM Latino coming of age story, TW for violence, surgery, transmisogyny, sexism, homophobia, hate crime, PTSD, hospitalization, alcohol use, drug use, animal death, car crash, death(non-graphic))

14. We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra-

(MLM, coming of age, friendship and romance, TW for bullying, homophobia, abuse, underage alcohol use, drug use)

15. Beneath the Citadel by Destiny Soria-

(Asexual/Bisexual representation, fantasy, ragtag team goes on a quest, TW for death, abduction/kidnapping, blackmail, branding, child abuse(mentioned), coma, amnesia, execution, murder, addiction, violence)

16. More Happy than Not by Adam Silvera-

(MLM main character, YA, “it's about a boy who is considering a memory-alteration procedure to forget he's gay because leading a life as a straight teen would probably be way easier for him. It's about science versus nature, friendship, sexuality, and a quest for happiness.” About the happy ending and how even bad moments lead to good. Hopeful but despairing. TW for attempted suicide, suicide, domestic abuse, medical procedure to erase sexuality, internalized homophobia, homophobia, depression)

17. I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver-

(Nonbinary main character, nonbinary muslim side character, romance/love and building a family out of people you care about. About finding your voice. TW for bad coming out, misgendering, transphobia, family rejection/struggle, anxiety(detailed), child abuse, gender dysphoria, homophobia, disownment, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, underage alcohol use)

18. We Are Okay by Nina LaCour-

(WLW, moving out and coming of age, self-discovery and childhood romance, TW for loss of a loved one, depression, loneliness(detailed), chronic illness, death, drowning(mentioned), suicide)

19. The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness-

(Contemporary, about the normal people’s lives while living among Chosen Ones. Family/coming of age/acceptance story. TW for monsters, apocalypse, violence/explosions, death, anorexia, relapse, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, unrequited romance)

20. Lizard Radio by Pat Schmatz-

(Dystopian story about a teenager struggling with their gender identity, TW for abandonment, oppressive government, outlawed homosexuality, hate crime, homophobia, transphobia, violence)

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Going through playlist of music stuff, let’s see what ideas I end up with by the end.

Natasha, Pierre and the great comet of 1812’s Dust and Ashes: this one has heavy Billy feels for me, I cannot stress enough how much I want to make a song fic about this thing.

It’d start with Billy on the brink of his death, y’know, typical Saturday. He’ contemplate his life and how he lived it as Captain Marvel, how he turned his family away in the end protecting them or himself because of his duties. “I taste every wasted minute, everytime I turned away from the things that might have healed. How long have I been sleeping?”

He’d question it further, self deprecating and unhappy with how it all comes to a close. It’s made clear how Billy sees himself and his life in comparison to Marvel’s existence, the boy and hero. “Is this how I die? Frightened like a child, lazy and numb? Is this how I die, pretending and preposterous… and dumb?”

Then there’s questioning Billy’s life, “How did I live? Was I kind enough and good enough? Did I love enough?” — Then followed by asking himself why he ignored so much of his life. “Oh why have I been sleeping?”

And then there the lingering doubt on himself and his abilities and knowledge, “And now at the end all I know that I’ve learned is that all that I know is I don’t know a thing!” Constantly in a state of doubting himself or wanting to do better because he has to be better, he has to be good.

“So easy to close off,” to the treatment he sometimes got from fellow heroes and that he got many times from the people who should’ve loved him, his family. —“Hiding in my room at night, so terrified.” For everything being a hero has done to him, how much failures haunted him.

“All the things I could’ve been, but I never had the nerve. Life and love I don’t deserve.” Everything being marvel took from him in a normal mortal life, still deprecating in how he sees himself unworthy of what he is mourning.

“So alright! Alright! I’ve had my time, close my eyes, let the death bells chime.”

“Is this how I die? Was there any other way my life could be? Is this how I die, such a storm of feelings inside of me?” If/when I do write this I am so bringing up the possible futures he wished to have with his parents and the one where his parents were the heroes with Billy and Mary leading happy childhoods, I just know

“But then why am I screaming? Why am I shaking? Oh god, was there something that I missed?” And at the core of it all a scared child who is dying

“Did I squander my divinity? Was happiness within me the whole time?” Did he waste Marvel? Did he squander the duty imposed on him and the responsibilities he had to uphold? Could he have been well and truly happy?

Then at the end of the song the repetition of the singer accepting that they’ll die in their sleep they beg to be able to wake up, begging not to die like this. Arugh, has literally nothing to do with Billy and I’m foaming at the mouth.

Unsweetened lemonade: definitely a one of thing and not (gestures up top) this mess, and again, Billy

“I knew I was gonna die at 12 or 90-fucking-3.”

Frankenstein the new musical: These hands

Vibes and ideas for Black Adam this time, but this applies to every champion so shush

It’s the Creature lamenting about how every part of him taken from others (read, every part of him) is eternally chained to himself and his actions, pondering if they ever knew kindness like he hasn’t received since his creation. And Captain Marvel as a Frankenstein of memories and souls over the millennia is a topic used and explored before so it’s got me thinking with it, especially with Black Adam who spent a good amount of time as the Champion and did deplorable acts in that time.

I won’t use the lines so liberally here bc it is vibe based but the repeated fear for the hands he has used for violence and wondering if they ever knew or showed compassion, if they had would they do what he’s done? His eyes blind with hate, did someone ever gaze into them with affection and seen a good that no longer exists? Why do his lips curl with madness and pain and cry out after tasting vengeance? Is a soul loved chained to his hands who’ve committed his crimes?

Ringing in his ears are memories of someone crying while they will never know a joyful sound again, hating his form for what’s become permanently etched into his being with all its past. Perhaps missing the love he had before the tragedy that came to his home took his wife and sons or a misplaced longing for memories and feelings that are not his own to hold but are woven into the soul of a champion? Maybe Billy lamenting what Adam did as Marvel and wanting to fix what’s been done or be rid of the thought of what his predecessor did, but still haunted with those memories.

She & Him: Why do you let me stay here?

Quid pro quo, Billy vibes, sue me

Not really much cohesive thoughts or ideas, just Billy wanting someone to stay by his side

Disney’s Wish: At all costs

Another future leap with Billy where he’s still fresh to being the Wizard Shazam and observing the world with the Histrorama (which as seen is trials of Shazam he has take the forms of hundreds of screens and monitors to survey the worlds while Shazam used it as a book and spell) and promising to do as much as he can with his responsibilities and power to keep everyone he can safe. Maybe paired with Freddy as the new Champion since this is a duet, wanting to protect people the same as Billy. At all costs

Rapunzel’s Tangeled Adventure: Crossing the line

As much as I’ve never liked its execution, Villain arc Freddy butting heads with Billy trying to talk him down

“There’s a line between the winners and the losers, there’s a line between the chosen and the rest. And I’ve done the best I could, but I’ve always known right where we stood; Me here with the luckless, you there with the blessed.” As the contrast of how their lives had been playing out, Freddy having none of his family while Billy got the saving grace of his sister being alive. Maybe dealing into his inferiority or self esteem issues comics paint around with his disability coupled with the fact that Billy kinda held the power from minute one of them knowing eachother. Billy used his powers to save his life when they met, Freddy literally owes his life to him but nothing else got better. He had powers, sure, but he couldnt get a replacement of his family and wouldn’t until Kit was Retconned to have been his brother that took his place in death. He didn’t have his own Mary situation for his brother.

Rapunzel’s Tangeled Adventure: Nothing left to lose

Again, hate the arcs, but former villain Mary to current Villain Freddy

Mary arguing Varions case that being the villain won’t give her what she wants, it will just destroy her and burn her bridges. It feels good for the time being but it leads down dangerous roads she can’t turn back from, she’ll lose herself as every loss of what she valued becomes harder to make sense of or excuse. Mary argues Cassandra’s side that she knows what path she’s on and that it’s painted in black, she is fine with every turn on it and knows where it will lead her and that she wants the power at the end. She criticizes Freddy for taking the path she was on but losing his nerve, falling short where she’s succeeding, she isn’t lost or indecisive of her fate by joining Black Adam.

She says she’s losing what made her weak, losing her doubts and chains to Freddy and Billy, she’s losing nothing from what she’s done and she’s done hearing Freddy’s arguments to the contrary.

Epic the Musical: No longer you

Idk why but I just keep thinking Wizard and the Historama with this one with him knowing his champions past and present with some insight as to his future. Maybe Adam

Song of past romance; a cutesy scene of Adam with his wife

Sacrifice of man; The killing of his pharaoh to seize power

Portrayals of betrayals; the murder of his nephew to gain the powers of Shazam wholly

A brothers final stand; a nebulous outline that he’d come to learn is Billy’s Captain Marvel from that one panel of him saying he finds a brother in his presence

On the brink of death, draw his final breath; Either him almost dead from his slavers treatment until his nephew convinced Shazam to help him or his acceptance at a prospering and truly free Khandaq where he gives up his Marvel form and returns to dust

Will Statson: Writing on the wall

More vague idea but Billy within the RoE as the new Wizard to the sound of the chorus as it changes, confined to the RoE as he falls apart and his legacy falls to the wind.

“Within every building made with pride, the architect lives on inside. Shingling paint, a marble heart; that’s what makes a work of art. We build and we play, sculpting dream out of clay with the hope that our towers don’t fall. That we don’t have to see the writing on the wall.” Billy’s first days exploring and changing the Rock to include rooms he enjoys, playing the role of architect as the new champion, ignoring the doom of his fate spelled out beside the titles of S.H.A.Z.A.M. written beside the throne.

“That in every building made with pride, the architect remains inside. Peeling paint, a heavy heart; that's what makes a work of art. We scream and we pray, sculpting dreams out of clay, as we try not to look at the scrawl. The message of doom, the writing on the wall” Billy now confined to the Rock, trying to keep the dreams he and his family shared alive in chosing Freddy as his champion to keep helping the world, going manic in his solitude.

“Within every building made with pride, the architect is trapped inside. Bleeding paint, a shattered heart; thats what makes a work of art. I’ll fight for control but the right way takes a toll. And still, at the end of it all, I can’t escape my fate. The writings on the wall!” Billy millennia later, having done the best of every decision but suffering in his loneliness, a fate he could never escape with it written on the wall from day one

Bear Ghost: Necromancin Dancin

Kit having a blast one Halloween with his dead hero and historical figure pals he summons, maybe the more modern Kit DC tried doing Teen Titans that could basically bring anyone back for a minute or his corner adaptation in a short comic. I cant imagine a fic but my mind does have images of him just having a banger of a time partying and dancing with dead heroes

Nick Lusto’s: Sometimes

Specifically modern Billy vibes, accepting that sometimes life isn’t the best and you have to take the low road and make that chance. Sometime your parents won’t be there and you’ll have to scrape your way through things yourself

Hanyuu Maigo: Zange Mairi

Again, general RoE locked Billy vibes of his isolation and feelings of powerlessness to change anything from the distance he has to be held at

I could use a drink; the songs of Drew Gasparini: Circus

Shock of all shocks! Not Billy related!

Harley on her path of becoming Harley Quinn, going on a spree killing people in entertaining manners to get the Jokers attention and admiration to start their relationship.

“Best not to talk 'cause you'll kill the mood around you. Just close your eyes and be lucky that I found you. No one will know, okay, here goes. It's easy as one, two, three!” Her making a little pun in her first hesitant crime. Following the lyrics of how her love is so all consuming it feels like a new dimension of bliss, how her second victim must understand that you’ll do anything for the attention of someone you love, driving them to bliss or to kill. She gets more confident in her spree and by the end the facade seems to break and the music ends with carnival music over her hyperventilating

There was a lot more music on that playlist but they didn’t give any inspirational vibes or ideas to tie them too

Going through a playlist, gonna post as I go about vibes

[starlightval]

favorite things || thomas shelby

Pairing: thomas shelby x reader

Summary: All of Tommy’s favorite things in life revolve around you.

Warnings: none

Note: If you couldn’t tell, I love fluff.

Every one of Tommy’s favorite things in life began and ended with you.

His favorite smell was your perfume, his favorite sound was your voice, his favorite color was the color of your eyes and all of his favorite activities involved you. 

Waking up next to you, holding you, eating meals with you, riding horses with you, fucking you.

You, you, you. 

The list goes on and on.

In short, you’re at the center of his universe and his reason for everything, even breathing. 

Hell, you even made menial things like dealing with the mountains of paperwork less irksome just by sitting across from him reading over your own papers. 

He’s considered placing another desk in his office just for you but quite likes you sharing with him besides, you don’t sit and do much work when at the main office anyway. You much prefer being back in the betting shop on watery lane for reasons Tommy doesn’t really understand.

He’s worked tirelessly to bring the family up from the bottom and that muddy road only serves as a reminder of what he works so hard for, but to you it's just home. 

Watery Lane holds some of your fondest memories and some of your saddest, but the good outweighs the bad and despite Tommy’s protests, you often bring Charlie to the old house. 

You’re extremely appreciative of everything Tommy has worked to give you and your son. Charlie would want for nothing and never have to worry about money or where his next meal would come from but you are adamant about him also growing up humble.

You had seen first hand how awful rich children behave. Spoiled and bratty, all it took was meeting one council member's son to decide you’d never let Charlie behave that way.

He’d see both sides of the world and show everyone who deserved it respect, from the stall cleaners to the mayors. Which is why on a bright Monday morning, you gathered your things, got Charlie out of bed and dressed before heading out towards watery lane.

Esme agreed to bring Jessie and Louis, the children closest in age to Charlie, to the betting shop with her so you could pick them up to play with their cousin. 

Which is where Tommy found you some hours later, fixing an early lunch in the tiny kitchen that Pol has used many times before, with three children running rampant around your feet.

He stands in the door observing quietly and unbeknownst to you, watching as you laugh as the kids sing their songs or squeal and slam into your legs by accident.  It’s all very domestic and reminds him very much of his own childhood. 

No maids, no nurses or random staff mucking about a house that no matter how many fires you light will never be warm enough. Just a mum at the stove cooking with kids running around in circles between her legs.

Arrowhouse is everything he ever wanted, proof that he had drug himself out from the mud and separated his family from low class but this moment felt like home. 

Tommy watches as Charlie beams up at you calling out ‘Mumma.” with grabby hands prompting you to move the pan off the burner before scooping him up and planting a loud exaggerated kiss on his chubby cheek earning a loud happy laugh. 

Witnessing the affectionate display between his little family, he can no longer remain in the background and makes his presence known. “Hello,” He crosses the room to where you are and runs his hand over Charlie’s head and gives you the smile only reserved for moments like these. “Hello Charlie, Whadda you up to eh? helping your mum?”

“Tommy, what are you doing here?” You kiss him in greeting, a little thrown off because you swore he had told you he was booked with meetings all day. “Thought you said you’d be busy today.”

“Wanted to see my family, Mary told me you came here.”

“Dada hat.” Charlie interrupted his parents, pointing a demanding finger toward his father’s cap. This caused the both of you to laugh a little, knowing your son already had a fascination with peaky hats that his father and uncles wore.

He often tried to snag one off their heads but thankfully the boys knew to watch out for it. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of your fury if any of his little fingers got cut.

“No darling, let's leave daddy’s hat where it is, yeah? Go play.” You gently placed Charlie back on his feet and watched as he toddled away quickly distracted by his cousins before smiling up at your husband, whose eyes had never left you.

Afterall, of all his favorite things that revolved around you, watching you be a mother to his son was his absolute favorite of them all. 

“What? What is it?” You ask him, letting out a small laugh, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Tommy shook his head, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. He didn’t answer you, but it didn’t matter. He did this often, gazing at you in pure adornment while you did mundane tasks or speaking about your day. You guessed he was just content to be in your presence after a long day of doing god knows what.

Tommy knew the war had stolen his happiness and the light that was once inside him, leaving him in what he thought would be perpetual darkness but you proved him wrong. Your presence and love was brighter than any darkness tainting his soul.

“How long are you keeping John's kids?” He asks suddenly, confusing you. 

Tommy never really showed interest in such things but then you thought maybe he needed you for something. You had handled all of your paperwork for the day last night but in this business things had a habit of unexpectedly popping up.

So you shot him a quizzical look but shrugged glancing towards the kids, “Esme said to keep them for as long as I wanted and to just drop them off to their nurse whenever cause her and John wouldn’t be home until late. Why?”

“I was thinking that you, me and Charles could spend the day together.”

“Really?” The way your eyes lit up excitedly made his smile grow and he nodded confirming it.

“Yes, really.” 

You beamed, placing your hands on his shoulders and leaning into place a very loving kiss on his mouth. “Oh Tommy, a family day sounds perfect. Let me feed everyone, then we can drop them off and go on about our day, yeah?”

He nodded and you kissed him once more, a hand pressed affectionately to his cheek this time, before you turned around to gather the food onto plates for the children while Tommy took a seat at the table behind you.

As he sat watching you effortlessly fix three plates and wrangle all three into sitting he realized that something he always somehow managed to forget was that you weren’t materialistic in the ways other women were. 

Sure, you liked pretty dresses and earrings but it didn’t make a difference to you whether or not you had them. Any other woman with a husband of his standing would take advantage of their power. Shop more, demand the nicest things, dress to the nines no matter the occasion but you were different. 

Quality time with the ones you loved meant more to you than anything money could buy and he made a mental note to never forget it again, because the pure excitement in your eyes and added bounce in your step at just the thought of having a family day with him was worth delaying every business deal no matter who it pissed off. 

You and Charles are worth everything, and he’d go to the ends of the earth to make you happy.