#Arnold: What the f■■■ are you saying?

[emmalily]

Love Red Dwarf bc a lot of the episodes are like "yeah he's an absolute smeghead, but he's OUR absolute smeghead" & it could refer to any of them.

[justablah56]

*shaking even more violently* what the shit. what the fuck. w ww. h at

[laylaysdelusions]

When the sun goes down and the moon comes up

Wbb girls x goth!reader headcannons

An: it’s spooky season yall and I heard from a lil birdie or two that we need more diversity in the fanfic community and I agree so here it is<3

Warnings: a TINY bit of nsfw

Kk Arnold

She had a crush on you for a while. She thought you were so interesting and cool but she was nervous about how you would react to a sassy stud having a crush on her but you fell in love with her regardless.

A lot of people make comments about how you two don’t match up at all but you both ignore them because you are happy as opposites.

“She’s still my baby, I don’t mind, it makes her cooler”

You think she’s also the coolest person on planet earth, you like going to the Nike store and buying her new clothes and shoes, anything to see her smile. Even if that’s not your personal vibe.

Paige Bueckers

You were the first girl Paige was nervous to flirt with. Not because you were scary but because you were different than the hyper f girls who only wanted to get in her pants. You changed what she considered her type completely.

She loves watching you pick out your outfits and do your gothic makeup. She pays for your nail sets every time. You don’t even have to ask.

The first time she seen you without your bold aesthetic she fell even harder than before. You are adorable with and without.

She will defend you around anyone who says rude things about how you dress, you on the one hand let them and ignore it, Paige hates that.

Azzi Fudd

You have had many sassy arguments over the aux. she loves rnb while you like Pierce the Veil. After a while she started to give in. You just look so pretty she can’t say no.

She makes you show her your Pinterest boards so when she wants to surprise you she knows what you’ve been wanting.

she loves when your lipstick swears on her so she purposely does it. It always makes you huff and pout because you have to reapply it.

She loves when your eye liner runs when she’s making you cum. It’s one of her favorites

Once you wanted to do her makeup like yours and who is she to resist ofc she said yes!!

“Hold still we have to do your eye liner and lipstick perfectly”

I’ll try to do a part 2 of this gets enough attention <3

[jude5bellingham]

tbt pt.2 ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold

part one here!

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x f!reader

summary: part two of throwback thursday, reader is lfc's photographer but people start thinking there is something off when she is exclusively posting tbts

notes: hope u guys enjoy :3

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yourusername my first heartbreak tbh.. #tbt

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trentarnold66 mine too

yourusername wrong actually! your first heartbreak was when i laughed in your face when you asked me out cause i thought you had to have been joking

ibrahimakonate oh wow😂😂

user1 trent getting aired out on a tbt of 2021/2022 ucl finals post of yn's is crazy😭😭

trentarnold66 it was just a misunderstanding 😒 we are literally married now anyways

virgilvandijk no need to open old wounds

yourusername sorry skip im running out of content

mosalah you will have more if you comeback!

yourusername soon mo!!!!

andyrobertson94 comeback to work soon

yourusername hopefully

user2 yn isnt at work???

user3 we miss you yn

user4 real lads' first heartbreaks💔

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yourusername throwback to when my (now) ex-boyfriend made me pay stupidly expensive tickets to see him #tbt

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trentarnold66 did not

yourusername did too

joegomez5 you two are such children

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trentarnold66 stop calling me your exboyfriend

yourusername you literally are mate

andyrobertson94 your exboyfriend sounds terrible

yourusername he didn't even score! why'd i spend all that money!

ibrahimakonate 😂😂😂

szoboszlaidominik what's your exboyfriends @

yourusername oh hell no....

user5 her calling trent (her husband) her ex boyfriend 😭😭😭

user6 they're literally so funny 😭😭😭

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yourusername shouting out this young lad from liverpool #tbt

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trentarnold66 ...

andyrobertson94 up and coming young scouse lad

curtisjr young lad just trying to make it

judebellingham that is broski 🙏

user7 i wonder how trent felt seeing these pictures 😭😭

user8 has anyone else noticed she's only been posting tbts?? i know she does normally but she hasn't uploaded a not tbt in a while..

user9 she might just be going through old content!! she has a habit of uploading extra pics from old tbts later when she feels like she needs to post more!!

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yourusername even with setbacks, just know YNWA ❤️‍🩹 #tbt

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trentarnold66 i miss you at the games

yourusername alright pack it up loverboy

yourusername i miss you at games too... GET BACK ON THE PITCH!

judebellingham mate can never catch a break huh

yourusername nope!

user109 WE also miss you yn

harvelliott we miss you

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liverpoolfc yn YOU need to remember that ynwa ❤️❤️

curtisjr ^^ ❤️

mosalah ^^ ❤️

ibrahimakonate ^^ ❤️

virgilvandijk ^^ ❤️

yourusername okay relax guys i'm going to cry and i'm a real ugly crier...

trentarnold66 @yourusername liar

andyrobertson94 trent's just a sap after all

user10 is yn okay? why did lfc comment that?

user11 did yn leave lfc?

user12 why are they all leaving hearts and saying ynwa?? did yn leave??

user13 i hope everything is alright yn ❤️ YNWA❤️

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yourusername when @england hired me for the season and then i literally just watched him have stronger bonds with men than me but that's ok i guess #tbt

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trentarnold66 i'm not even going to say anything

aaronramsdale you're acting like trent didn't kick me out of the room to spend time with you

yourusername okay don't get dramatic! it wasn't even your bed!

aaronsramsdale 🙁

england 😳

yourusername 😳

judebellingham no photos of trent and i?

yourusername yeah as if i was gonna post my ex-boyfriend's side ting

judebellingham ex-boyfriend 😭

user14 did yn leave lfc for the england nt???

user15 if you left for the england nt, we still love you yn ❤️❤️

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yourusername yes i have heard the news, trust me we are all devastated but YNWA klopp and thank you for the memories, especially the ones in the making ❤️❤️❤️ #tbt

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yourusername no words can describe how i feel about this friendship but maybe this ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 emoji can! #tbt

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andyrobertson94 love you both❤️❤️ can't wait for your return

trentarnold66 ❤️

szoboszlaidominik that should be me 💔

yourusername leave my ex-boyfriend and his husband alone... homewrecker...

user16 we hope you feel better ❤️❤️ we miss you and klopp

user17 klopp hasnt even left yet

user18 tell that to the hole in my heart

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yourusername hi everyone! i'm so sorry i did not say anything during these last few months... if i'm honest they were very difficult. I was not myself for the last few months so I took a leave of absence from lfc, that i'm so incredibly grateful for, and i tried to post like usual even though i was running out of photos and energy. Trent's injury, Klopp's announcement, and everything else in this world felt incredibly hard to deal with but even in those times I could always turn to this community to put a smile on my face. I'm so happy to let you all know Trent and I have welcomed a beautiful and healthy son to our family. anyways, long story short, always remember that i love you and that ynwa❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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andyrobertson94 Proud godfather here!❤️❤️

user229 omg😭😭😭

liverpoolfc congratulations yn! we love you & ynwa❤️

virgilvandijk ❤️

curtisjr new young scouse lad about to become a superstar 💫

judebellingham 🤍

aaronramsdale ❤️

jordanhenderson ❤️❤️

szoboszlaidominik ❤️

ibrahimakonate ❤️

user19 we love you yn❤️❤️

user20 im so glad you put yourself first❤️❤️

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yourusername my pretty boy 🤍🤍

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yourusername trent is there too i guess

andyrobertson94 you know you could've asked me to take a picture of the three of you right

yourusername you don't get it andy

andyrobertson94 🙄

virgilvandijk two very stylish lads in the pics

yourusername it's cause i styled them after you skipp😁

curtisjr didnt know your exboyfriend could dress so well

yourusername he can't without my help 😕😕

user21 sobs... this is so cute😭😭

user22 dilf trent

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user23 theyre soo cute together 😭😭

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yourusername some day my kids will know the winner that their father is #tbt

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liverpoolfc they'll watch him win another with their own eyes

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andyrobertson94 more importantly, they'll know how big of a winner their godfather is

yourusername honestly... you kind of are the captain of scotland and a member of the great british empire ...

trentarnold66 okay stop agreeing with each other

yourusername no need for jealousy in my comments

user24 KIDS??? AS IN PLURAL????

user25 omg is this a pregnancy announcement 😭😭

user26 ANOTHER ONE??? OMG

user27 UGHHHHH SPILLLLL

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yourusername i don't think i could even begin to describe how happy and grateful i am, but i will try. i love the family i have created here in liverpool with the help of everyone. you are all family, thank you for the love and support you have always shown me. ❤️❤️

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[d-criss-news]

Darren Criss Is Betting Big on Maybe Happy Ending, the Musical You're About to Fall in Love With

Darren Criss on the Timelessness of MAYBE HAPPY ENDING

Darren Criss has danced up the corporate ladder as J. Pierrepont Finch, stripped down to his skivvies as a queer East German rock star and tackled the “profane poetry” of David Mamet. And still, he says, there’s one thing he hasn’t done: “I haven’t taken any risks on Broadway.”

That ends this season with Maybe Happy Ending, a new musical on a mission to draw audiences to the Belasco Theatre without the benefit of a recognizable title, popular source material or songs that have already spent time on the Billboard Hot 100. “It's a really, really hard market right now to be making art,” Criss says to Broadway.com Editor-in-Chief Paul Wontorek, chatting at So & So's Neighborhood Piano Bar. And commercial Broadway theater? It’s “tedious, expensive and a gamble.��� So naturally, Criss is going double or nothing as both star and producer of Broadway’s next thrilling crap shoot.

Maybe Happy Ending takes the trappings of a classic love story and inserts futuristic robots with outdated software. Criss plays Oliver opposite Helen J Shen’s Claire—a pair of Helper-Bots who, on a quest to contact their former owner, evoke a kind of Millennial-Gen Z mismatch. But rather than getting swept away by love, the two retired machines take the concept itself and try to break it down to its zeros and ones. As Criss explains, “[It’s] two computers trying to computationally synthesize and process what love is and why human beings do this.”

The musical was a hit when it debuted in Seoul, South Korea nearly a decade ago, and now, writers Will Aronson and Hue Park have a crafted an English-language version that Criss thinks has the potential to ascend to the proverbial Heaviside Layer of musical theater. “This is the seminal version that I hope can last in perpetuity for the ages,” he says, adding confidently, “I do feel like this is a timeless piece.”

Original musicals have the most challenging road on Broadway. But when you look to grassroots successes like Urinetown, or Dear Evan Hansen, or even The Prom—which ran in New York for less than a year but inspired a starry film and a slate of regional and international productions—you see how quickly an unknown quantity can become canon. “People are always like, ‘There’s no one creating original things,’” Criss says. “They are. It’s just really, really hard to produce them because you really have to believe in something hard enough to be OK with the risk.”

The fact that Maybe Happy Ending has earned that belief from some of the theater’s heaviest hitters is telling. Director Michael Arden, hot off a 2023 Tony Award for his revival of Parade, chose the piece as his next musical. And producers Jeffrey Richards and Hunter Arnold, with nearly 20 Tony Awards between them, have given Arden free rein to make a capital “B” Broadway meal of it.

The show’s cast is deceptively modest (Marcus Choi and Dez Duron complete the four-hander), but there’s nothing minimalist about Arden’s vision for Maybe Happy Ending or the high-tech space he’s worked out with set designer Dane Laffrey. In short, “They don’t f**k around,” says Criss. “This show is very technologically advanced. I think it's kind of the ace in the hole that people aren't expecting.” He tosses out comparisons to Miss Saigon’s descending helicopter and The Phantom of the Opera’s haunted chandelier—emblems of the bygone ‘80s megamusical. In an era of subtlety and economy (think recent Tony winners Kimberly Akimbo or The Band’s Visit), this, Criss promises, is “a big-a** mother**king spectacle.”

It's another bold, all-in move from the Maybe Happy Ending team, but Criss is determined to hedge no bets this time around. He looks back at his Broadway resume: How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying (“Glee was white-hot and I was going in for three weeks after Daniel Radcliffe”); Hedwig and the Angry Inch (“People love that show. With or without me, it would be just fine”); American Buffalo (“A beloved and respected American play”).

“They're all classics to some degree,” he concludes. “This is not that.” Of course, understanding what Maybe Happy Ending is not is less of an issue than getting audiences to understand what it is. Right now, Criss says, there are rumblings around town that it’s “the cute little robot show.” The thought puts a mischievous grin on his face: “You have no idea.”

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

Hello, my sunflowers

This one was a little bit hard to write as it's very close to my heart. Every word I pen here comes from a place of understanding, a shared experience that is often difficult to articulate.

To anyone who has experienced this or has gone through something similar. I want you to know that you are not alone.

I see you. I see your pain, your struggle, and your bravery.

Remember that your worth is not defined by what happened to you. You are not a victim; you are a survivor, and that word carries power. Please, allow yourself to feel whatever you need to feel. It’s okay to be angry, to cry, to question everything. Healing is a journey, and there is no right or wrong way to do it.

Lean on those who support you—friends, family, or even a stranger who understands. Surround yourself with those who lift you up and validate your feelings. You deserve that support, the space to express your truth without judgment. It’s okay to ask for help.

And to anyone reading this who might be struggling, I hope you find the courage to seek healing. It’s okay to take your time. Be gentle with yourself. Allow yourself to breathe, to hope, and to dream of brighter days.

You are never alone, and your voice matters. Keep speaking, keep sharing, and know that you are deeply valued, just as you are.

love you guys💛

-Bianca🌻

P.S This is a Patreon special. I try to upload every Friday and occasionally on Wednesdays. You can find the link to my account in my bio.

Mend Your Soul

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Trent loves you; mind, body, and soul

��𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Trent Alexander-Arnold x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 12.6k

Warnings! ANGST! TRIGGER WARNING, Mention of SA, rape, Nothing explicit is described but i wanted to warn you guys, Fluff, They're soulmates, Trent is the best boyfriend, soft!Trent NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex ( f receiving), soft sex, love making.

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Trent is the perfect boyfriend.

The best thing that's ever happened to you.

Every day with him feels like a dream come true, straight out of the fairy tales you cherished as a little girl. Those enchanting Disney movies you used to watch painted a picture of an ideal partner, and somehow, against all odds, Trent embodies every single one of those fantasies.

His love for you is patient, kind, and selfless. It's the most wonderful thing in your life. He’s your forever partner, the one person you want to be with, the one who makes your heart sing louder than any other thing on this planet.

He’s the kind of lover who cherishes you like you’re precious, like he’s holding a rare, beautiful thing in his hands and can't believe he’s lucky enough to keep it. There’s a reverence in the way he touches you, gentle fingertips grazing your skin as if mapping out every detail he wants to memorize. In those moments, when it’s just the two of you, all the walls around your heart crumble, and you let yourself be vulnerable in a way you’ve never dared with anyone else.

When he kisses you, it’s like the whole world fades away. His lips are warm, soft, like homecoming and wonder wrapped up in one perfect moment. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t expect anything from you, as though the very act of kissing you is enough for him, enough to fulfill all the love he has in his heart.

You’ve caught him staring at you sometimes, that gentle smile on his face, a look that says he’s more than smitten—he’s mesmerized. And when you ask him what he’s thinking, he just laughs, shakes his head, and murmurs, “I’m just so lucky.”

And the way he takes care of you? It's like second nature to him.

He makes sure you eat three meals a day, and he won't let you skip breakfast even when you're running late. He massages your shoulders on workweek nights when your neck and upper back throb from sitting at your desk for hours. He takes you out to your favorite spots in town and buys you bouquets of flowers when you least expect it. He calls you beautiful every day, not only when you've spent hours getting ready for a date, but also when you wake up in the morning, disheveled and sleepy.

When he’s around, your tea is always at just the right temperature, your hands are never cold, and he somehow remembers things you’ve long forgotten you even mentioned. Like the chocolate cake you said you liked once on your third date, which he now bakes for your birthday with that messy kitchen and flour-dusted smile that never fails to make you fall for him all over again. Or the way he bought you that scarf you adored but didn’t have the chance to buy before it sold out, surprising you with it in the soft, early light of a wintry morning.

And he listens.

Listens to your problems, your complaints, your dreams. Listens to your ramblings about work, your latest obsession with a new book, or the way the rain taps against your window. Everything.

He doesn’t just hear your words; he absorbs them, reflecting them back with the kind of empathy that makes you feel understood in a way you never knew was possible.

Even on your hardest days, he finds ways to bring light, like holding you tightly when you feel the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. His embrace says everything words can’t; it's a silent promise that you’re not alone, that he’s there, solid and steady, no matter what life throws your way.

With him, there are no masks, no pretenses—just you, loved in every flawed, beautiful, unfiltered piece. And as he brushes a stray hair from your face, fingers lingering a moment too long, he'll murmurs something that steals your breath, something you’ll carry with you in every moment you’re together and even those you’re apart: “I’d choose you a thousand times over.”

And deep down, you know you’d do the same.

For a year now, he’s been your soulmate. And for three months, he has been your lover.

Which is why he doesn't understand why you’re looking at him like that right now. Like he's going to hurt you.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he whispers, voice softened with concern, his hand is warm and gentle as he cups your face, bringing you back to the present. His thumb traces small, reassuring circles along your cheekbone as his eyes search yours. His knees are pressed into the mattress as he leans forward, settling between your legs, his arms holding up his weight above you.

Your gaze is fixated on the ceiling, refusing to meet his. Because right now, you know he’d see the fear and panic that’s making your heart race. His fingers skim along your collarbone, then the curve of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your body tenses against his touch, your thighs instinctively clamping shut, trapping him between them.

You try to swallow, but your throat is dry, and for a moment, you think you’re going to choke on your own fear.

"Sweetheart," Trent whispers, his voice so gentle you almost feel like crying, "What's wrong?" His warm breath dances across your skin as he nuzzles you, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "You're shaking, baby." When you still don't respond, he takes a chance, leaning in for a gentle kiss that has all the softness of a summer breeze.

But he doesn’t move forward as he usually does. His weight is still above yours, his hands braced on either side of your head, the heat of his body hovering over you. His gaze is intent, watching your every reaction as he whispers, "You're safe with me."

But you’re too afraid to say anything.

You’re feel stuck. Like you're being pinned down, it will feel like the worst of your nightmares come true. You can't do this. The mere thought makes you nauseous. Your breath hitches as you force out your first words, "I...I'm s—sorry."

“Babe, there’s nothing to be sorry about. Is something bothering you?"

You shake your head, unable to speak.

He leans down a little more and holds you a little tighter. "Hey, I know you, and I know you’re not okay. Is it me?"

You shake your head, and his eyebrows knit in confusion. “So what is it?” he asks, lifting up off you and sitting up. His voice is soft, careful, the way you'd speak to a wounded animal. His hands stroke down the sides of your arms, then up over your shoulders, massaging the tension in your neck.

But this is too much. You can't hold yourself together any longer, and a sob tears from your throat. You’re not sure if he's expecting this reaction, but he doesn’t even flinch.

Instead, he pulls back, and his arms go around you, holding you to his chest as he settles on his side, cradling your body against his own.

"It’s okay," he says, kissing the top of your head. "We can stop." His voice is calm, but you can hear the concern beneath it, the unanswered questions.

A minute of silence passes before you muster enough courage to say, "It's just..." Your voice breaks on the next word, and you clear your throat, trying to find your words. "I'm sorry," you whisper, wiping at your tears. "It’s just...I just-" You hiccup, interrupting yourself.

He looks down at you, and even with the darkness, you can feel his gaze on you. You close your eyes, but he's not deterred. Instead, he strokes your cheek, his finger brushing away a stray tear.

“My love,” he whispers, and the softness of his voice is all you need to break.

You burst into a new round of tears, and he lets out a low exhale before he pulls you closer against him, wrapping you in his arms. "Shhh," he murmurs against your hair. "I've got you."

Your cries turn into sobs, and he kisses your forehead, stroking your hair away from your face. “Just breathe,” he whispers, his breath dancing across your temple.

It takes you a few minutes, but your tears eventually ebb away, and you lay against him, your body wrapped around his.

For a while, he doesn’t ask any questions. He just holds you, letting you breathe, letting your heartbeat slow.

Then his hand starts up again, and this time, he runs his fingertips along the edge of your jaw, tracing the line of your throat. He leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, and you melt into him. "You can tell me anything," he says. "Even if it's hard." His mouth is against your ear, and goosebumps break out over your skin. "Nothing scares me about you."

His voice is low, rough with emotion, and something about it makes you feel so safe.

And before you realize it, you're telling him everything.

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-Bianca🌻

[lomltrentarnold]

❛ captured memories. ❜ … trent alexander-arnold

‣ hana’s notes : just watched inside liverpool of the kit launch and trent coming out of the photo booth got me thinking 🥹…… im just so obsessed with writing lovesick!trent & lovesick!reader so this is what you get <3

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The chilly wind was biting your cheeks making you cuddle up more into your boyfriend’s arm. You were already wearing a coat but Trent’s warmth was more comfortable.

He looked at you with a smile, eyes all soft as they glanced over your figure. “Ya cold, baby?”

You sniffled, nudging your nose into his arm more, “Jus’ a little.”

Trent can tell that wasn’t entirely the case, but before he could tease you more about it, your eyes lit up by something in front you.

“Trent, look! There’s a photo booth!”

There was just a couple that got out of the photo booth and you were already buzzing with excitement. “Can we go?” you asked, a pout forming on your lips, hoping that it could sway your boyfriend.

Trent was already agreeing with you, you didn’t even have to put on that cute face of yours. Anything you want Trent would get it for you.

He chuckled, leaving a peck on your forehead, “ ‘f course, baby.” he hand grazed your cheek. Your cheeks were freezing.

You squealed and quickly dragged him to the photo booth. Luckily it wasn’t already occupied, so you both took your seat, shrugging off your thick coat.

“Alright, so we need to plan the poses!”

Trent was listening intently to every single thing you were saying. Although he did got distracted at times by how pretty you were, and the way your smile is just so captivating, it took him in a daze.

“Got it?”

A fond smile formed on his face, it instituted his cute dimples which made you smile wider.

“Yeah, I got it.”

After taking three photo shots, you were on your last one. He knew you where most excited about it. Your idea pose was him kissing you on the cheek while holding your jaw as you grin the biggest grin of your life. You said that it would look pretty. It was actually based on a photo that Robbo took of you two at an after party when Liverpool have won the UCL. It was one of the first picture of you both as a couple so you were trying to recreate that memory.

“Last one!”

The machine was already counting down so you got into your pose, already smiling the widest smile you could until your cheeks were starting to hurt.

10 . . .

9 . . .

Trent couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, even after the previous pictures where the camera click had went off. His eyes were stuck on you, taking in your features.

8 . . .

7 . . .

He softly moved his hand up your neck and to your jaw. The veins of his hands sending little bumps across your skin making your stomach flutter.

6 . . .

As it hit 5, Trent whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

4 . . .

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “Course you can, handsome.” patting his thigh using your hand that was already resting there.

Before you know it, Trent was turning your head to face his, his warm hand now navigated around the back of your neck. His pillowy lips landed on yours, as his other hand wrapped itself around your back, dipping you down a little. Like those romantic movies that you guys always watch. You squeaked out a surprised gasp but immediately calmed down, winding your arms around his shoulders, as you brought him down with you.

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You were so lost in each other that you didn’t even notice when the flash had gone off. Your face was hot, your mind was all fuzzy and your heart felt so so full.

Breaking from the kiss with your breaths mingling. Your eyesight was a little blurry so you tried to focus is in by blinking.

“Do you think that’ld look good?” Trent whispered, as he catch his breath. He squeezed your waist, trying to bring your attention to him.

You dumbly nodded your head, “Yeah.”

Trent airily laughed, the kind that brought butterflies to your stomach and its making you feel a little bit dizzy. He pecked your nose, once, twice, your forehead, your cheeks (which was not freezing anymore) and lastly your lips again. He felt like they belonged there, fitting perfectly with yours.

A sudden banging noise can be heard from outside the booth, “Hurry up, then!” you didn’t even realise you have been in there for quite a while.

“Sorry!” you yelled out, quickly grabbing your things and exiting, Trent’s hand bringing you outside. with giggles pouring out of your guys’ lips.

The other pair went inside the booth, shaking their heads and mumbling something under their breath. But you didn’t pay attention, you were all too enamoured by your boyfriend and his previous bold action.

Now, it was your turn to stare at him, taking in his features.

As you both wait for the picture to develop, your arms went around Trent’s waist, his moved to your hips. You were no longer cold, warmth filling your heart along with the tips of your lips as the traces of your boyfriend lingered.

Captured memories to keep forever.

reblog for a kiss <3

[crappymixtape]

faking it • part one

you have to go to a wedding dateless now thanks to your ex, but somehow you make a new friend and he makes you forget all about what’s-his-face ( eddie x reader, strangers -> friends / kinda lovers )

F A K I N G I T •  P A R T O N E

🎶 you're so, milk

“Shit,” you hissed at the reflection of yourself in the mirror, pale peachy fabric of your dress wrinkling in all the wrong places. It didn’t fit at home like it did at the store and you had exactly one hour before you had to be at the venue.

Quickly rummaging through your closet you searched for something, anything else that would work. Short black mini, no. Bright red sundress, no. Horrible, weird, green bridesmaid dress from the last wedding, absolutely not.

Groaning you kept flipping through hangers one after the other, lump in your throat growing, anxiety slipping around you tightly, so damn frustrated and angry and wanting to just crawl under your covers and eat ice cream.

Maybe you’d be fine if shit hadn’t hit the fan a few weeks prior. A few weeks before your best friend’s wedding. Maybe it’d be okay if your now ex-boyfriend hadn’t been a complete asshole. Maybe going to an event with everyone from high school would suck less if you weren’t going alone now, but you weren’t going to let him ruin it. You wanted to be there for your friend, had to be there for her, and then suddenly your eyes landed on it.

A pretty yellow thing. Like buttercups and the color of the sky as the sun rose in the wee hours of the morning and when you slipped into it you felt yourself come back. Felt the lump in your throat soften, a small smile pulling up at the corners of your lips.

You looked good and dammit you were going to have a good time.

Heels were a guarantee you’d fall within the first five minutes of arriving and you certainly weren’t trying to impress anyone, so you grabbed your Chucks out from under your bed, touched up your mascara and hurried out the door with your gift under your arm.

It was a perfect day, not too hot, not too cold, and the venue was gorgeous. Nestled in the forest outside of Hawkins, there were little tables and a dance floor and a beautiful arch draped with flowers and greenery, ready for the bride and groom to say ‘I Do’ and you lingered for a bit by the gift table, taking it all in.

People were milling around, talking and catching up and you tried your best to look interested in the vases at the end of each row of chairs. Picked at the burlap covering the guestbook table. Wandered off a little further than everyone else so that maybe you could avoid questions.

“Where’s your man?”

“You gonna be up there next?”

“He better not wait too much longer to ask!”

It worked for a little while until you heard the conversation grow louder near the bar. A few gasps, a couple of whoops, whispers. It pulled your gaze and when you looked up you thought you were going to be sick.

Your ex.

With Penny Arnold on his arm.

Fussing over him and straightening his tie and pressing kisses to his cheek and clasping his hand in hers as she gushed to the people who’d greeted them.

“Penny, you look incredible!”

“Oh my god, your dress is gorgeous!”

“I didn’t know you two were seeing each other!”

Your heart hammered in your chest, panic squeezing you tight, breaths falling quick and stuttered from your lips and you had to leave.

Despite being out in the middle of nowhere, the forest felt like it was closing in around you as you dug in your purse for your keys until the sound system scratched with a voice.

“Hello, all! If everyone can please be seated, Steve and the beautiful bride are ready to get started. You’ll find your name on your chair, so get settled and don’t be shy! Make a new friend on this wonderful day of celebrating love!”

Your stomach lurched. Too late. Everyone would notice. And did you really want to miss this? Your best friend’s wedding? Taking in a deep breath you tried to slow your heart rate, tried to calm down. It was going to be okay. Just get through the ceremony and then you could go.

Ducking your head you quickly glanced at each of the seats, eyes scanning the assigned seating and praying to god that they’d remembered to move you away from him, your ex.

Please, please, please.

Your heart was racing as you walked along the rows of chairs, eyes frantically searching for your name. They had to have moved you and finally you found it near the back on the end. The perfect hiding spot out of view behind a bunch of other people and when you saw E. Munson next to you instead of J. Carver you let out a breath of relief, not realizing you’d been holding it.

“So, new friends, huh?”

A voice over your shoulder made you jump a bit and you turned quickly, coming face-to-face with someone very much not dressed for a wedding.

He was tall and a little lanky with long brown curls and even longer lashes. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Wide and warm and friendly. Dimples pinching into his cheeks and eyes all brown sugar and cinnamon and your heart stuttered in your chest.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he rubbed at the back of his neck, looking over at you through the long sweep of his lashes and you felt yourself melt.

“S’alright,” you tried to recover, tucking a stray lock of hair out of your face, smile pulling at your lips when you finally took in his outfit. Black jeans, black boots, and a black t-shirt with a tuxedo printed on the front, “Nice suit,” you teased, smile growing a bit.

“Oh, this old thing? Yeah, had to get it dry cleaned. Was pretty wrinkly,” he played along and your smile shifted into a grin. He was funny.

“What’s the E stand for?”

“Edward,” he said, all mock-finery. Poking fun at prim and proper as he pretended to adjust the tie printed on his shirt, smirking as he jammed his hands into pockets. “Joking, please don’t call me that,” he said with a small laugh and you bit your bottom lip between your teeth, cheeks hurting from smiling so much already. “It’s Eddie. Or Eds. Or Munson I guess, if I get into trouble. I smoked in my van on the way over, but might need to sneak off later–” he winked at you conspiratorially and your stomach flipped over, “–not gonna rat me out, are you?”

“Oh god, no,” fell out too quickly and you felt a blush creep across your cheeks. “I mean–secret’s safe with me,” and you twisted your fingers over your lips and threw away an invisible key.

“Knew you were a good one,” his grin softened, reaching down to pick up your name cards from both chairs. “We’re probably gonna get yelled at if we don’t sit down. Carol Harrington seems sweet, but seriously. Don’t fuck with her,” his expression shifted quite serious and your eyes grew wide as you quickly took your seat.

“Really? She looks so nice,” you stole a glance up toward the front at Steve’s parents, his mom already holding a handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes.

“Oh yeah. Been chased outta her pool more than few times,” Eddie shook his head and sat next to you, kicking his feet up on the chair ahead of him. You caught the scent of leather and patchouli, a little skunky like weed and something softer. Maybe rosemary or lavender and it made your cheeks warm again.

“Note to self, don’t mess with Carol,” you quietly teased as the guests settled and Eddie shot you another grin.

“Exactly,” he whispered back and for a split second Eddie gave you the gift of not thinking about your ex, not even once, and it felt really, really nice.

The ceremony was gorgeous of course. Everyone laughed when Dustin came down the aisle as flower girl, somehow perfectly scattering his little basket of flower petals. Steve cried a little bit when he read his vows, but all the while with a big smile on his face and your friend was beautiful. Stunning. So happy and in love as she and Steve walked past you after the ceremony, and while you wanted to leave, avoid your ex and get out of there, you knew you couldn’t. Not now.

This? Right now? Was for your friend and, more importantly, you had to figure out how in the hell you were gonna make it through the rest of the damn night.

“Heard they got ice cream instead of a cake.”

“What?” your eyes flicked up to see your new friend, tuxedo shirt on full display and that wide warm smile turning your insides to goo.

“My money’s on Harrington playing it safe and not smearing it all over her face, what d’you think?” he asked, smile shifting mischievous, dimples pinched into his cheeks and the way you grinned back made you feel like an idiot.

All of a sudden the rest of the evening didn’t feel so daunting.

“How much money?” you teased and he took on a thoughtful expression, eyes crinkling at the corners as he hummed.

“Don’t make a habit of taking money from nice girls, but–” he winked and your heart stuttered in your chest, “–ten bucks? And loser has to take a shot.”

You stuck a hand out. Lips firmed into a line. Trying to be serious and trying to play along but you weren’t good at holding it like Eddie was and had to drop your gaze so your smile wouldn’t give you away. “Deal,” you half-laughed.

But then his hand was taking yours, squeezed tight, rough callouses on his fingers brushing across the back of your hand and you felt your cheeks warm. Swallowed against the way your heart leapt and when he let go an ache bloomed in your chest.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, still grinning at you, “I’ll take a shot in solidarity.”

Your mouth fell open, mock offense, music filling the space around you as the bar opened up, “Think you know Steve that well?”

Eddie huffed, pushed air through pursed lips and shook his head, curls bouncing with the movement, “Oh yeah, without a doubt.”

“Okay, hot shot,” you teased, “Hope you like tequila.”

“Ah, shit. I really thought you’d be more the whiskey type–“

“–always tequila. Espolòn, blanco,” another voice cut in and the sound filled you with dread.

Pulled at your insides and threatened to drag you down into the floor. Made your arms feel like they were full of lead and every tiny bit of relief Eddie had poured into you emptied out like water through a sieve.

Your ex.

“Who’s your date?” Jason asked you, appraising Eddie all aloof and unsatisfied as he fingered the bright gold cuff link on the sleeve of his suit jacket.

You choked on your words, felt them die in your throat as you tried to put yourself back together and stand up for yourself, but then Eddie’s hand was at your waist. Tugging you in close and holding you tight to him as he gave Jason a certified shit-eating grin. All show and bravado and confidence.

“Eddie,” he said simply, tone assertive enough to make Jason’s brows lift ever so slightly and he chuckled under his breath.

“Interesting choice of outfit, Eddie,” Jason dumped emphasis on the other man’s name, eyes shifting sharper, sucked on his teeth and turned back to you. “Hope you enjoy yourselves,” he sneered, propping up a fake smile as he flicked his gaze back to Eddie, “But careful with this one, Ed. She can be a little…messy.”

Your face burned, heart pounding against your rib cage, anxiety gripping you like a vice as his words hit you like truck.

A mess.

A fucking mess.

“You’re embarrassing me! Crying at a party, Christ.”

“Embarrassing you?? Jesus, Jason. What d’you want me to do? Go give her a hug and say, ‘Oh my god, Penny. Hope my boyfriend was a good fuck!’?”

“That’s not the point, I–”

“Not the point–I literally just caught you, my boyfriend, pants down in the bathroom with someone else. And it’s not even the first time!”

“You drink too much, blow everything out of proportion and get on my ass about shit and–”

“Wha— I do it, it’s overreacting, but if you do it it’s ‘just a little fun.’”

“I’m done with this. It’s obvious you can’t handle me. You’re a fucking mess.”

A mess.

“Ah,” Eddie clicked his tongue and pulled you even closer. “We’re all a little messy, man,” and then he leaned in toward Jason, “I’d say you hide it well, but the fuck-you look on your face really gives it away.”

The color drained from Jason’s face, mouth hung open and scrambling for a come back, but he wasn’t quick enough and instead made a strangled sound of departure before turning and walking away.

Eddie’s expression softened and you felt him press his hand to your waist, silently reassuring, and he dropped his gaze down to look at you. “You okay?” he asked gently, big brown eyes searching yours, the wide expanse of his hand warm and steady and holding you together.

“Shit,” you cursed quietly, squeezing your eyes shut and willing yourself to not let it get to you. To tell yourself it didn’t matter anymore and that there was a reason he was your ex and he and Penny deserved each other and–

“Here,” Eddie took your hand and pressed it to his chest. Placed it over the cracked and faded carnation printed on his shirt. Pushed gently at your hip and started up slow steps in time with the song playing through the speakers. Smiled at you soft and sweet and chased Jason’s words from your mind. “Hm?” he hummed in question, brows quirking up a little, “Better?”

You huffed a small laugh and looked down at your feet. Black Chucks. Black boots. Slivers of skin peeking through the rips in Eddie’s faded black jeans. Your buttercup yellow dress a flash of color you wouldn’t normally wear, but it felt nice right now. Just like Eddie’s hand felt nice on your waist.

Pulling your gaze back up to him you tried a smile. “Better,” you admitted, lifting your other hand to rest on his shoulder. “Where did you even come from, Eddie Munson?” you asked, a mixture of gratitude and bewilderment, searching those big, brown eyes of his and Eddie’s smile widened.

“Forest Hills Trailer Park, baby,” he grinned, giving you another little wink before sobering a bit, fingers shifting lightly on your waist, “Nah. I dunno. Who cares about where you came from. You gotta decide where you wanna be.”

Where you wanna be.

Where did you want to be? Quite frankly the last three weeks had you second-guessing everything you’d wanted. Had you feeling like someone had put your life in a blender and spat it back out all over the floor.

A mess.

Jason had wanted to stay in Hawkins. Took the assistant Basketball coach job at the high school and so you stayed too. Tried to open your own boutique. Tried to save up for a place of your own and wanted so badly to put the pieces of this future together, but it was like putting a square peg in a round hole.

Yes, you’d loved him, why else would you have stayed? But as each little argument unraveled you felt yourself growing further and further apart. The tiny voice at the back of your mind screaming at you to leave this shitty little town. Go to the city and open your studio there. Explore and get away from all of this and be who you really wanted to be.

And even though you still felt like your heart was in a million little pieces there was this guy. This sweet, funny, smart ass, witty-as-hell guy standing up for you and dancing with you and smiling at you and somehow helping put your heart back together.

“Where d’you wanna be?” you finally asked him, hand still pressed to his shoulder as he turned you around the dance floor.

“Hm,” he mused quietly, mulling things over, a small pinch between his brows appearing as he thought. “Philly? Chicago? Hell, anywhere but here,” he finally said, his non-decision making him chuckle a little as he looked back down at you. Eyes warm and hazy like whiskey, lashes fanning out across his cheeks.

God, you were pretty. And funny. And quick on your feet and shit he felt like an idiot before he even opened his mouth.

“Hey, listen. You wouldn’t wanna–” he started, but then shook his head, “–nah. Shit. Forget it.”

“No, now you have to tell me!” you insisted, pausing mid-dance, and Eddie could feel the heat creeping across his cheeks and up to his ears.

“It’s dumb, you wouldn’t want to–”

“–try me,” you cut in, grabbed his hand again and it pulled the corner of his mouth up into a lopsided smile.

“D’you wanna get outta here?” he asked, your insistence making him feel a little braver, a little bolder, and it lit a fire in your chest.

Biting your lips between your teeth against a smile you nodded at him, feeling silly, feeling excited, his hesitations all but gone at the look on your face.

“Seriously?” he asked, just to make sure, and it pulled a laugh from you.

“Only if it’s to that shitty diner off the highway,” you teased a little and it made him grin, dimples pinching at his cheeks, his brown eyes glinting with just a tiny bit of mischief and it made your stomach flip over.

“Deal,” he agreed, grin still playing on his lips and when he took your hand and led you back out down the gravel path and away from the party you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so light.

crappymixtape™ • eddie munson masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[moesasaur]

ALL TBOM ELDERS + all canon information on them

I am making this to help out anyone who is writing fanfics or drawing fan art of The Book Of Mormon and wants to draw the elders accurately or keep them in character. I will involve all lines from each character + their fandom given first name and other small things that indicate their personality or traits. I will also state the animal they brought up in I Am Africa since I believe the animals do reflect their personalities in some way.

Elder Church

- Elder “James” Church

- Given the name James by the fandom

- OBC actor: Brian Sears

- Comes from Cheyenne, Wyoming

- When he was young his parents were in an abusive relationship, with his alcoholic father abusing him and his mother

- “Okay, okay, HOLD ON! I mean… We COULD… SAY that we had some baptisms” Is the elder that suggests lying about how many baptisms district 9 has achieved

- “We were SO worried about you” Is the first elder that tells Kevin they were SO worried about him when he fell asleep at the bus station

- In I Am Africa he sings “(with) The Noble Lion King”

- In I Am Africa he also sings “A tribal woman who doesn’t wear a bra”

Elder Michaels

- Elder “Michael” Michaels

- Given the name Mike by the fandom

- OBC actor: Clark Johnsen

- Comes from Provo

Elder Thomas

(I could not find a photo of him, please accept this photo of the actor as an offering)

- Elder “Chris” Thomas

- Also goes by Elder Poptarts

- Given the name Chris by the fandom

- OBC actor: Scott Barnhardt

- His sister died from cancer and he was unable to say goodbye since he was at the apple store in line for a new iphone. Her last words were “Where is my brother”

- “You, too?! I had the hell dream after I accidentally read a Playboy!” Had his first hell dream after accidentally reading a playboy

- “Well, somebody needs to tell that General Butt-F-ing Named that people should be free to do what they want!” Is the elder that gives Kevin the idea of speaking to the general.

- In I Am Africa he sings “(with) The meerkat”. A lot of the fandom compares him to being like a meerkat

Elder Davis

Same thing, take this photo of him (right) standing next to Andrew Rannells (left)

- Elder “Robert” David

- Given the name Robert by the fandom

- OBC actor: Jason Michael Snow

- Is the first elder to ask if Elder McKinley is okay when he is panicking about the mission president

- “Elder Cunningham we must always work in PAIRS. Remember?” Is the first elder to complain about Arnold and Kevin arguing before being shut down by Elder McKinley

- “Looks like you fell asleep at the bus station!” (to Kevin after SMHD)

Elder Schrader

- Elder “Brian” Schrader

- Given the name Brian by the fandom

- OBC actor: Benjamin Schrader

- Please note that he isn’t called Elder Schrader in every performance, he sometimes takes the last name of the actor that plays him since he is named after Benjamin Schrader, his OBC actor

- “Are you an IDIOT?! MORMONS don’t LIE!” could come across as him being outspoken + rude personality wise

- In I Am Africa he sings “With the rhino”

Elder Neeley

Same thing AGAIN. Have a photo him (left) standing next to Jason Michael Snow (right)

- Elder “Ted” Neeley

- Given the name Ted by the fandom

- OBC actor: Kevin Duda

- “I told a lie once when I was twelve, and I had a dream that I went to hell! It was REALLY SPOOKY.” Had his first hell dream after telling a lie when he was 12

- “Yeah, we have to go home!” “But the mission president said we’re all as far from the Latter-Day Saints as it gets!” Seems to be the elder that wants to go home most after being shunned by the mission president

Elder Zelder

I scoured the internet and found no photos of him at all this is all I got sorry guys

- Elder “Elder” Zelder

- Given this name by the fandom, frequently referred to as an alien. I assume this is due to him having fewer lines compared to the other elders. People joke that Elder Zelder is his full name

- OBC actor: Justin Botton

- In I Am Africa he sings “(we are) A monkey with a banana”

PAIRINGS

Here is a photo of the chalk board that lists the pairings of all the elders:

If you can’t read it,

Elder McKinley + Elder Thomas

Elder Zelder + Elder Michaels

Elder Neeley + Elder Schrader

Elder Church + Elder Davis

also it’s a good example of Elder Schrader’s name changing based on the actor portraying him!!

Thank you for reading my little infodump, I did this mostly for myself but I would be happy to know that other people found this helpful!!

[drconstellation]

Chiastic Structure of S2

The post preceding this is Chiastic Structure of S1.

S1 was neat, tidy and simple compared to S2.

S2 was...difficult. I have a feeling this is because of the missing minisodes. There felt like there were "holes" in places, where there was a strong scene with no corresponding pair, and yet in others there were single lines matching up.

You will also notice its quite...skewed? The hinging midpoint is right at the end of Ep4, which means the last two episodes mirror the preceding the four! So there are gaps. For example, the conversation in the pub in Ep2 doesn't match with anything specific.

One of the things I hoped it might shed some light on was the purpose of the trip to Edinburgh, which seems like a bit of a dead end. It does, in a way - I will discuss it a bit further below, along with some other parallels that didn't fit the structure.

A: Before the Beginning B: Aziraphale meets Crowley C: "How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?"  D: "I'm very good at forgiveness. It's one of my favourite things." E: Gabriel: "I love you, you're funny" F: Argument about helping the other G: Crowley offered Duke of Hell position H: Crowley apologizes to Aziraphale I: Hiding of Gabriel - 25 Lazurii miracle J: Shax threatens Crowley K: Jobs children are turned into geckos M: Aziraphale's Trial by Temptation N: Aziracrow see God talking to Job: AZIRAPHALE: I don't suppose he's getting any answers. O: AZIRAPHALE: That sounds, um…CRAWLEY: Lonely? P: An angel asks permission for entry to the bookshop Q: Aziraphale makes unauthorized changes to the Bentley R: CROWLEY: Oh, come on, Mr. Dalrymple, it's not brain surgery! S: BARTENDER: You'll be one of those investigative reporters, no doubt? T: Aziraphale goes back to offer assistance to Elspeth and wee Morag U: Aziraphale stalls on saving wee Morag, says he doesn't have permission V: The laudanum toast to wee Morag W: AZIRAPHALE: Will you get into trouble? X: Crowley does Operation Lovebirds - Calls tempest Y: CROWLEY: "What are we talking about now?" GABRIEL: "Who am I? What's happened to me?" Z: Crowley confronts Gabriel about Aziraphale - Its always too late AA: Shax saying to Aziraphale she heard Aziracrow were an item 90 years ago BB: Zombies kill - 1st brain eaten CC: Crowley talks Aziraphale into performing a bigger magic act DD: Aziracrow shake on deal to do more miracles if needed EE: Zombies kill - 2nd Brain Eaten FF: The Staging of the Bullet Catch GG: Aziraphale gives permission for Furfur to enter the dressing room HH: Furfur says to expect a legion to come for Crowley in the morning II: Furfur's audience with the Dark Council, is treated condescendingly 

● SHADES OF GREY  - you said "TRUST ME."

II: Shax is stopped by Demon Josh, is treated condescendingly HH: Shax wants a legion to storm the bookshop GG: Beez asks if Shax has permission to enter the bookshop FF: AZIRAPHALE: I can guarantee you it will be a night to remember! EE: Shax wants killers, 10,000 demons DD: Deal for Dr Who Annual with Mr Arnold CC: AZIRAPHALE: Maggie and Nina are depending on me BB: 70 demons and a malignant and creeping sense of unease AA: Nina asks Crowley about how long he and Aziraphale have been together Z: Crowley confronts Gabriel about Aziraphale - stops him before its too late Y: Nina: "I’m going mad" - is spoken to by all the people at the Ball X: Aziraphale does Operation Lovebirds - Maggie asks Nina to dance W: AZIRAPHALE: I think you're overestimating how much trouble we're actually in. V: SHAX:… they are toast. T-O-S-T E. Toast. Now! U: Crowley stalls Shax on attacking humans, asks if she has permission T: Crowley says he's coming back, won't leave Aziraphale on his own. S: CROWLEY: Officer, I need to report a crime. R: Aziraphale: It all looks so simple in Jane Austen… the brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell diamond robbery. Q: An unauthorized demon enters Heaven, changes P: Maggie gives permission for the demons to enter the bookshop O: MURIEL: It's a bit lonely. N: Aziraphale opens the portal to Heaven: GABRIEL: I told you you could ask. However, I am the only First-Order archangel in the room, or, you know, the Universe, so I'm not gonna answer so much. M: Gabriel's Trial K: Gabriel puts himself into the fly J: Aziraphale declares war on Hell I: Reveal of Gabriel - memories restored H: Gabriel apologizes to Beelzebub G: Aziraphale offered Supreme Archangel position F: Argument about helping the other E: The Big Damn Kiss D: "I forgive you" C: "Always asking damn fool questions, too."  B: Aziraphale leaves Crowley A: Beginning of  the End – Learn of Second Coming

Discussion on parallels that didn't fit the structure:

1. Crowley is given permission to destroy all of Job's possessions /  Gabriel refuses to give permission to destroy the Earth aka Armageddon II

There is a repeat emphasis on licenses, permits and authority throughout S2, so I really thought Crowley's permit to destroy of Job's possessions would have a match. It did, but it didn't fit the structure! If you look closely some of the other permits and authority lines do slot in. I'm planning some metas on these topics in the near future, as the use of language around these concepts is quite interesting, and there is some history to throw into the mix as well.

2. Crowley deceives the archangels with the help of an angel

This pair is a reference to Crowley and Aziraphale teaming up in the Job minisode to restore Job's children, and then Muriel aiding Crowley to sneak into Heaven. I'd just like to point out that Crowley could have gone to Heaven on his own - remember Eric went up with the hellfire in S1E6 - but he doesn't know where to go and get Gabriel's file, that is what he needs Muriel for.

3.  Popping up to Edinburgh

Ah, the trip to Edinburgh! Why? WHY!!! Why go all that way for ... nothing?

Guess what - it's a parallel sequence to Crowley popping up to Heaven.

I was going to write a companion piece to this but...my to do list is getting a bit long at the moment. Let me know if you want me to expand on it.

4. Ignoring messages

So this one started as "Nina gets txt messages from Lindsay, Mrs Sandwich says not to look at them," at the start of Ep3, then during the Ball Crowley is trying to lead the humans out of the bookshop and Shax confronts him with another bundle of mail. Crowley is succeeding in ignoring his messages from Hell, but Nina isn't.

5. Muriel and The Interrupted Tea Ceremony

In S2 it noticeable that everyone except Crowley needs permission to enter the bookshop, whereas in S1 they could just walk in. Originally I made a comment elsewhere that I thought this part matched with a sub-story to the Ball, the story of Sodom and Gomorrah and hospitality to angels, but then I came back and had another look and saw that there was a surface match - but I'm still going to do another post about the "cupperty" because it keeps getting lost in all the noise!

6. Threats and Declarations of War

Shax makes a number of threats throughout the series, to hunt Crowley down and to declare war on Aziraphale. So when Aziraphale inadvertently declares war on Hell with the halo toss, you'd think there would be a matching pair. There is, but not with a declaration of war, just a threat to Crowley. This is probably one of the weaker pairs.

7. Mysteriosity, audacity, ferocity and dangerocity

The Marvelous Mr Fell and his Mysteriosity has a pair with Shax's speech to her fellow demons about the unprecedented audacity of the attack on the bookshop, and how their lack of numbers will be made up for with their ferocity and...dangerocity. It should have fit, but it didn't.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Crush On An Archer PT. 3

A/N: No way I'm releasing parts on back-to-back days. On top of my shit I guess. I feel like we are getting closer and closer here people! Stay tuned...

Kate Bishop X f!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Not proofread

The wheels of your plane touched down at JFK and as you turn your phone back on you see another msg sent 2 mins ago from Kate pop up. 

“Hey, I tracked your flight updates online, I’m just waiting in a nearby parking lot whenever you get your bag and are ready.”

You got off your plane and you could feel the palms of your hands start to get sweaty. Why were you SO nervous to see her? You guys are just friends and based on how she talks to you about guys it will probably only ever be just that. You’re trying to remind yourself that she doesn’t like you like that and you guys are teammates so it’s not weird that you hang out. You’ve been texting constantly for the last couple of weeks, you probably talk to her more than most of your other friends at this point actually so it should. Not. Be. Weird. 

…yeah but it still is. 

You send Kate a text telling her terminal 2 is where you will be exiting, that you have your bags you’re just making your way through the airport. She hits you back saying okay and she’s on her way.

As the automatic doors slide open and you take a step out into New York’s warm summer climate you take a look around trying to spot Kate. You decide to pull out your phone and start typing out a message asking her what car she drives when all of a sudden you hear someone call your name.

“Y/N!!” 

You look up and there’s Kate waiving an arm at you three cars down with the sweetest smile on her face. 

You can feel your heart practically beating out of your chest. She’s got this cheeky grin that almost gives off a hint of nervousness as well as she opens her arms wide for you to hug her. 

You go in only wrapping one arm around as you continue to hold your luggage with the other. This move is something that you haven’t stopped thinking about since, why not just drop the bag and give her a full hug? It’s fine…it’s only something you will be overthinking for the rest of the year. 

“Hey! How was your flight? It’s so good to see you!.” 

“It was great, yeah, it flew by.”

Kate giggled at your little pun, “here let me take your bags!” She says going for your luggage and before you had a chance to even try to stop her she already grabbed it and was walking towards the trunk.

“T-Thank you!” 

“No worries, hop in.” She says opening the door to the back seat. 

Back seat is kind of odd. 

She quickly hops around the other side of the car and also hops in the back seat. You were confused at first but then quickly realized there was a man in the driver's seat. 

“Arnold, this is Y/N, Y/N, Arnold. He has been our family’s driver for years now and is taking us to campus.”

“Lovely to meet you Miss. Y/N.” He says.

“Likewise.”

Wow okay so she… comes from money? 

“Wow Kate, I didn’t realize you had someone else driving, you didn’t have to come all this way to pick me up.”

“Y/N, seriously it is not a big deal. Besides, now I at least have some company as we drive to campus…not that you aren’t great company Arnold!!”

“I enjoy talking to you too Miss. Bishop but I will give the two of you some privacy.” He says as his hand touches a button above his head causing a privacy screen to roll up giving the two of you your own separate space. 

“So, how’re you feeling about your classes this year?” Kate asks. 

“Pretty good, I’m just glad I got most of the ones I wanted. My first semester is pretty hard but the second not as much, what about you?”

“Yeah pretty much the same. Not really looking forward to school though, I’m pretty trash at math and one of my business courses requires a section on it so I am not looking forward to that.”

“I mean, if you ever need a tutor or any help I could always be of service. I am not like a genius but I finished top in my class for the last three years or so…so I would say I know a thing or two.”

“Wow so she’s fantastic at archery and a genius? Student athlete perfection. What can’t you do?”

“Haha trust me, I am FAR from perfection. I cannot write a good essay to save my life. It is a real struggle.”

“Okay so what I’m hearing is I will proofread all your written work and you explain math problems to me and together we just become super successful student athletes together.”

“Haha, yes. I like the sounds of that.”

“Do you have any open days in your school schedule?”

“Thursday nights are open after practice.”

“Did you want to try to get in the habit of meeting up on Thursday nights then to study together?”

Wow…she wants to see you once a week outside of practice?

“Yeah I’d love to.” Was saying love too much?

“It’s a date. Or well..many dates- technically.” 

You could feel your face getting hot just from her saying that as you try to squeeze out a smile with your unbelievably large eyes just staring at her. A nervous laugh escaped your mouth and you were hoping she didn’t notice the sudden shift in mood for you but she definitely did. 

Kate was the best person to talk to though because she just loved to talk, nonstop. She decided to change up the subject and start talking about other stuff going on in her life, friend drama, archery, family, her dog, literally anything and everything until you guys got to campus. She dropped you off at your apartment and being the person she is, even got out of the car to grab you your bags and everything. 

This is your chance to try again at the hug thing if the opportunity presents itself.

“So, are you just unpacking tonight and stuff?”

“Yeah, pretty much. That and probably cleaning. My roommates are such a mess and when I’m not around to pick up after them, it doesn’t get done.”

Kate’s brows furrowed at your comment. “That’s not very fair to you.”

“Yeah, is what it is. I have gotten used to it. Besides, I don’t mind cleaning, I find it pretty relaxing.”

“Haha maybe I should have you come over sometime then.” She says sarcastically.

You laugh nervously again totally not thinking about how you would absolutely take her up on that given the chance. Anything to spend more time with her. 

“Well, have fun unpacking and with your therapeutic cleaning haha.”

“I will, thanks so much again for helping me out and picking me up from the airport, seriously it meant a lot.”

“Of course! Anytime.” She says as she passes you your bag and turns around to get back in the car. 

Damn. No hug. Guess you’ll just have to keep thinking about the fact that you fumbled the one chance you got at that.

*3 hrs later* (10:00PM)

You check your phone, Kate messaged you. 

“How's the cleaning going?” You were honestly surprised she reached out since you just saw her and the two of you talked for so long today. 

“I actually just wrapped things up, it wasn’t as messy as I thought it would be but the bathroom was gross.”

“Haha, that’s living with 3 other girls I guess right. What else are you thinking of doing tonight? You must be pretty tired after your flight.”

“I’m not sure, I’m actually not that tired. I had a shower so I feel a lot better now but my body doesn’t seem to want to go to sleep. Wbu?”

“Ugh nothing, I’m bored just bored lol.”

“Yeah true, I was thinking of watching a movie or something maybe tonight and then trying to sleep after that.”

“Ouuu what movie were you thinking of watching?”

“I don’t know, something comforting. I was leaning towards a Harry Potter movie but I feel like that’s too big of a commitment. Maybe like a Disney movie or something, maybe Mulan or Moana.”

“Ugh both are SUCH good choices, Moana is SO good but Mulan is a classic and one of my personal favs.”

“I think I am leaning towards Mulan.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me.”

Would it be crazy to invite her over? It’s too late right? And you already saw her today. Is that too much y/n Kate time? Fuck it right? You’re just friends, she will probably say no anyways. 

“Hey you wouldn’t want to come over and watch it with me would you?”

Fuck. The immediate regret sets in once you hit send. But you couldn’t unsend the message in case she had already read it. The three dots pop up showing she’s typing, then they disappear…popped up again…and they’re gone. They haven’t come back. Fuck. You can feel your heart racing. You practically threw your phone across the bed and then all of a sudden you hear your phone ding and immediately throw your body towards it. 

“I’d love to.” Your eyes widen at the text as another one pops up. “I’ll be over in 10.”...

“Actually 15, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Ouuu, I’d have to say Strawberry.”

“Okay, see you soon <3” 

The heart emoji at the end of that text had you sitting still for a solid two minutes straight when you suddenly snapped out of it and realized she’s going to be here in 10 or so minutes and you need to make yourself look more presentable. You hop out of bed, brush your teeth, brush your hair, put on some cute PJ bottoms and an oversized hoodie as you get the softest and fluffiest blankets and pillows arranged nicely on your bed. You light a candle from bath and body works to make it smell nice and turn off the overhead lights and on all of the mood lighting in your room. 

“Hey I’m outside.” 

You go to open the door and Kate is standing in front of you with her dark hair tossed up in a messy bun, wearing plaid pj pants and a tight black tank top that is clinging to her leaving practically nothing up to your imagination.

“HEY!” She says excitedly as she holds up two pints of ice cream. 

“Come in, come in.” You say gesturing her into your apartment. “My room is the first on the left.”

“Wowww it’s so nice and very clean in here.” she says with a giggle.

“Haha. Thank you, I try.” I got the movie all loaded up on my TV, take a seat, I’m going to go grab us some spoons. Do you want some water or something?”

“Yeah, water would be great, thank you.”

You grab what you need and come back to see Kate comfortable on your bed. 

“Hey, thanks for bringing ice cream.”

“Of course, you can’t have a movie night without a little treat!”

You get in bed and hit play on the movie. Although you were in your own space you couldn’t help but be overly aware of every part of your body and everything you were doing. Breathing heavy, eating loudly, how you were sitting, how you looked from her perspective, everything was racing through your mind and you could hardly focus on the movie. You were trying so hard not to look over at her because you didn’t want to create an awkward moment but it felt like you were FIGHTING your intrusive thoughts for an hour straight and it was making you exhausted. Towards the end of the movie you could feel your eyes getting heavy and next thing you know you’re waking up the next morning in your bed. You look next to you, no Kate. 

Fuck please tell me you didn’t actually just dream up that entire scenario. That sucks. God she’s such a big part of your life now that you’re dreaming about her. Even your subconscious is teasing you. 

You grab your phone to check the time *9am*.

“Morning sleepy pants. I had fun last night. I figured you were exhausted so I ended up taking off after the movie was done. Blew out the candle, put away the ice cream and dishes in the sink.”

Shit. So it wasn’t a dream and you just fumbled for the second time in one day by falling asleep.

“Fuck. I’m sorry did I fall asleep next to you last night?”

Three bubbles popped up as she typed away.

“Haha. More like ON me.” she replies. Your face confused until a picture follows through 2 seconds later of you practically drooling on her shoulder. 

How are you ever going to recover from this one? You probably should transfer schools.

“FUCK. I am SO sorry omg I will def be making this up to you.”

“Y/n, it's okay haha. You were obviously tired after your flight, I can’t blame you travel makes me sleepy too plus it was late. Did you get a good night's rest at least?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Good, you’re going to need your energy because we are going out tonight and I’m not letting you fall asleep at 11pm again.”

“Haha alright, sounds like a plan.”

“Good. Relax for the rest of the day, I’m coming over at 7 with vodka and good music so be ready babe.”

“See you at 7” 

– End of Pt 3. –

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[libraryofloveletters]

football masterlist

masterlist of masterlists // character list

updated: April 22nd, 2024

Note: All fics with fem!reader are indicted in the warnings, otherwise it’s gender neutral:)

S = smut // F = fluff // A = angst

header by @benzicons​

Jude Bellingham 

Slow & Steady (F/A) 

DMs roll into iMessage and that follows the string into FaceTime calls and next thing you know, he’s falling head over heels for a girl he barely know. Too much happens too fast and they’ll never be you.  (fem!reader)

Christian Pulisic 

The Florida Heat (F) 

Christian’s on vacation back in the states with his wife and twin boys, but a summer day winds into life changing news. (fem!reader) 

Football Fields and Race Tracks (F) 

When a race car driver and a footballer fall in love, your life revolves around race car tracks and football fields; he promised to marry you on track and on field, he did just that. (fem!reader)

Virgil Van Dijk 

The Red Carpet (F)

Virgil and reader are married to each other and the lack of public knowledge of said marriage causes more than a few rumours to fly around (actress!reader) 

Team Colours (F) 

When your mum works for Liverpool and when you shows up to the AXA training centre in a man city jersey, Virg makes it his job to correct it. (fem!reader)

Portugal Pretenders (F)

Virgil is desperately in search of a date for Robbo's wedding. After he finally convinces you to join him as his girlfriend for the weekend, it’s up to the two of you to convince the boys that you two are just as in love as Rachel and Andy are. (fem!reader)

Trent Alexander Arnold 

The Captain’s Sister (F)

Jordan’s baby sister comes to visit for a few weeks and a certain someone catches her attention. - insta au (fem!reader)

Erling Haaland 

Can’t Get Away From You (A/F) 

You get into a fight with your boyfriend and storm out. Your boyfriend on the other hand, doesn’t think it’s a fight and follows you. What happens when the power goes out and you two get stuck in the middle of no where? (fem!reader) 

John Stones 

Nothing Without You (F)

Two best friends deny they love each other until life forces them together in every way possible. - based on I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston (fem!reader)

You Snooze, You Lose (A/F) 

You live and you learn, you love and you lose. Two people who grew up together lose touch and reconnect later in life. Things are left unsaid and you know what they say, it all comes out in the end. (fem!reader) 

Kostas Tsimikas 

Behind The Lens (F) 

The photographer finds her muse, the only thing is everyone seems to notice but them. (fem!reader)

Ruben Dias 

Almost Isn’t Always (A) 

Ruben is facing a ghost from the past in the most heart breaking way imaginable and she brings along a friend, making it worse for him. (fem!reader)

Helping Hands (F) 

Ruben’s birthday comes around and reader, their son, Chris and the other players put together their efforts to surprise him with a birthday party. (fem!reader) 

Thiago Alcantara 

The Wavelengths I’d Go For You (F)

Your boyfriend takes you home after 10 years and he decides to surprise you with a day on the water and a little something else. (fem!reader) 

Neymar Jr 

Surprise! (F) 

your old friend invites you on a trip, the same time that your birthday falls for. you think he’s forgotten all about it but he surprises you, showing you that you’re the only thing on his mind. (fem!reader) 

Jack Grealish 

Hallways Hold Our Secrets (F) 

Your brother keeps pestering you about moving on from your terrible ex and you do, but he just can’t seem to piece it together yet. (rodri’s sister!reader) 

Andy Robertson 

Perfect Match (F) 

You and your favourite co worker decide to try a new dating app for the first time and end up as each other’s matches (fem!reader) 

[ollieoliveoboelo22]

Music of TURN

Round 23

The Turtle Dove

4.03: Blood for Blood

In the previous version from season three, it was in Bb minor. Here, it is in E minor. Restless love, grief, and mournfulness.

The song also opens post fight scene of Arnold and Peggy. The topic? John Andre, Peggy's love for him, and his death

The last time we heard this song, we saw the division between Abe and his father. And now, the song Richard once sung to Abe as a child, now plays as Abraham must say goodbye to his father. Death has already occured, and so now it is a time of mourning. The use of the key, knowing that Richard cannot return adds to the grief already expressed in the song.

The instrumentation is so simple, small string ensemble and guitar. But the simplicity just adds this emotional connection and almost a rustic feeling.

Also... little fun fact, I made an arrangement of this for my music theory 4 class. I never did get the live recording... and MuseScore did me dirty with the marimba rolls, but it's just so beautiful.

Surrender Theme

4.09: Reckoning

Once again, I'd consider this Washington's theme more than just the surrender theme. Last time I went into the brass instrumentation of how it feels so grand. Well let's go ahead and check the key... and look at that F major.

(This was actually REALLY hard to do as it's chord progressions and not just a simple melody to follow.)

I thought it might be D Major... (the key you use when you want grand) and it DOES center on D quite often. Using it as a pivot chord to get that grand feeling when it resolves. And it also happens that d minor is the relative key of F Major so I take that as a win.

F Major is associated with calm, serious, and optimism. Which I think very much reflect on Washington for the most part.

One music theorist explained it as "at once full of peace and joy, but also expresses effectively a light, passing regret—a mournful, but not a deeply sorrowful feeling." Which I think perfectly embodies the moment. The passing regret being the war and bloodshed.

I might do a full analysis.... or as best I can on theme, as I'm going to have transcribe by ear. But that way you can see what exactly I'm talking about with the chord transitions and eliciting certain feelings.

[myaekingheart]

1, 16, 20, and 39 for the book asks! 📚

[bookish asks]

1: What book did you last finish? When was that?

Kiki's Delivery Service by Eiko Kadono, and I finished it maybe two months ago?

16: If you could bring three books to a deserted island which would you bring and why?

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald because it's my all-time favorite classic, The Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis (all seven books compiled in one so it counts as one book, I'm saying this is allowed 😂) because it's my childhood favorite and a little more hopeful for a desert island, and then probably a random survivalist book just because I am not outdoor-savvy and I don't want to die out there 😅

20: Best summer read?

I'm gonna have to say Mosquitoland by David Arnold. It's one of my absolute favorites and a great sorta road trip story.

39: Name one of your favorite childhood books

My top favorite was The Chronicles of Narnia series by C.S. Lewis, it was my first big hyperfixation and one of those series that I keep coming back to every few years with a deep passion. I also really love Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll.

[spacefinch]

Incorrect MSB quotes, part I have lost count

Carlos: One time I was late to soccer practice and the coach made me run laps. My dad was the coach. And he drove me to practice.

Carlos: Why was Robin even the leader of the Teen Titans? What were his powers? Short and mad?

Ralphie: That's all you need.

Wanda: Piss off a short person and you'll see.

Wanda: Yeeted!

Carlos: Yote!

Wanda: YEETED!

Carlos: YOTE!

Dorothy Ann: I believe the correct word is "defenestrated."

Keesha: I just want to know who threw my cooking utensils out the airlock.

Carlos: Eating chips with chopsticks is unironically galaxy brain. Your fingers don’t get greasy and it lasts for longer.

Tim: Fork

Carlos: Oh, yeah, I’m going to stab my crunchy foods and make them fall apart like an absolute absentminded dunce, fool, clown, juster, like a monstrous moron, an idiot of Shakespearean proportions, a cretin.

Phoebe: Um, you seem to forget that ‘chips’ can also mean fries. And that’s probably what he was talking about, haha

Carlos: I did not forget anything. I purposely ignore the idea of using British vocabulary to do my part in helping it die out.

Wanda: How long does someone have to be dead before it's considered archaeology instead of grave robbing?

Dr. Skeledon: As an archaeologist, I find this a veRY AWKWARD QUESTION

Wanda: Answer the question grave robber

Carlos: My friend really changed once she became a vegetarian. It's like I've never seen herbivore.

Ralphie: I sighed so loud my mom asked me if I was okay and she's two rooms away

Janet: shut up @ people who still say "science side of tumblr"

Carlos: science side of tumblr why is this person so salty

Dorothy Ann: osmosis

Ralphie: What are you guys gonna be for Halloween?

Phoebe: Sad

Tim: Gay

Wanda: Sexy

Carlos: Goblin

Arnold: "Once you've hit rock bottom the only place to go is up!" You underestimate me. I've brought my pickaxe and I'm ready to dig.

Carlos: Let me get this straight Let me run something bi you

Dorothy Ann: Let's pan this out

Phoebe: Let's ace-ess the situation

Tim: I'm gay

Phoebe: Misogyny check: Let your phone complete the sentence: Women are...

Ralphie: Women are ready to eat pizza when they eat pizza when you eat pizza when they eat pizza when you hungry hungry lol lol pizza pizza ready pizza for pizza pizza ready for pizza pizza for pizza ready for pizza pizza ready for coffee tomorrow morning and eat pizza pizza ready

Phoebe: My talent is identifying birds

Carlos: Okay, what's this one?

Phoebe: Yep, it's definitely a bird.

Dorothy Ann: Wow, humanity has been through some fascinating times! I wonder if I'll ever live through major historical events!

Dorothy Ann: NO NO NO NO NO I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE

Carlos: it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be spece travel. it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be space tr

Phoebe: how to pick up CHICKS!!

Phoebe: cup your hands around them protectively

Phoebe: lift them from the ground

Phoebe: gently kiss their fuzzy heads

Phoebe: say "peep peep" calmingly so as not to be pecked

Phoebe: peep peep

Keesha: Found a paper I wrote in 5th grade that I got an 'f' on. My prompt was "Imagine you are sitting on a cloud, what would you do or see?" I wrote, "I would see the ground as I fell because I would fall through it because in sceince you told us that clouds were just water mists."

Carlos: Gentle reminder not to eat too much candy before bed.

Wanda: No

Carlos: This was a gentle reminder, yet your words of defiance bring me ungodly amounts of rage.

Wanda: word*

Carlos: I want nothing mmore than to uppercut you directly to heaven's front door.

Phoebe: I just found out that my gecko's tail works on my phone's touch screen, so I'm gonna let her make a text post and let autocorrect interpret the words.

Phoebe's gecko: Funks go e y y man kill zucchini angst

Mikey: The gecko has spoken

Wanda: Your skin looks great!

Mikey: Thank you! I made it myself!

Ralphie: Momentarily forgot Minecraft skins were a thing. Was very concerned.

Carlos: Can't get authentic Italian cuisine like this anymore

Carlos: *posts picture of gummy worms in a bowl*

Ralphie: I don't even know where to start with this post.

Carlos: One time my little brother Mikey programmed a thing called "coke.exe" and all it did was bring up a little pop-up that asked you if you were thirsty for cola and if you clicked "yes" it opened your CD tray and said "here is a cup holder"

[seph7]

My Favourite J.T. Walsh Roles

Inspired by @tequilasunrise28 and her list!

Why Me? (1990) - Chief Inspector Francis Mahoney.

The first film I ever remember seeing him in. We rented it on video sometime in '91 or '92 and I loved every second of it! I always remembered the final scenes where he's trapped with his Deputy, Leon, on the 10th floor and getting progressively more angry at the situation! The no-nonsense attitude of Mahoney will always be up there in my top three of his roles. We love a character who takes no shit!

2. Tequila Sunrise (1988) - DEA Agent Hal Maguire.

We had this on a recorded VHS tape when I was a kid, along with The Cotton Club, and I wasn't allowed to watch either because they were 18s! When I eventually did watch it I was infuriated by Kurt Russell's character, Nick Frescia, helping his drug-dealer friend, Mel Gibson's Mac, escape a prison sentence by circumventing Hal's apprehension of him. I won't say how for anyone who hasn't seen the film, but Hal was totally done dirty! Myself and @tequilasunrise28 were so outraged, we collaborated on a fanfic for him!

3. The Negotiator (1998) - Inspector Terence Niebaum.

I saw this in July 1998, which was five months after he sadly died. I was 16 and utterly loved every second of the film. Full of great actors alongside our beloved J.T., you can definitely imagine that his career would have continued to ascend into bigger roles. I remember being devastated when his memoriam appeared at the end of the film, as it was only after seeing this film that I realised all of the other films and TV I'd seen over the years had actually included him. It was a great role for him where he wasn't entirely playing a scumbag and had just succumbed to the lure of a bit of cash to lose some records.

4. The Beniker Gang (1984) - Principal Arnold M. Stoddard.

One of his earliest roles in film and the meatiest he'd had at this point. He also isn't playing a bad guy which was so utterly refreshing! I only watched this in recent months and I was utterly hooked when I did! He plays such a wholesome character and is so softly spoken when dealing with the children, it's hard not to melt a little! I can't help but wish he'd played more of these sorts of characters...

5. Crazy People (1990) - Charles F. Drucker.

Less bad guy, more cold-hearted capitalist scumbag! My favourite scene will forever be the "I wanna know how the fuck the word fuck gets in the New York fucking times!". I saw this clip on TikTok and instantly had to find a copy of the film! I have no regrets and it is one of my favourites! I was also curious as to what his character’s past would have been like as he mentions starting his advertising career in Milwaukee, and I always wondered if he started out as this money-hungry company owner...

6. A Few Good Men (1992) - Lt. Col. Matthew Andrew Markinson.

A role he actually got to choose. Definitely not a bad guy role, and another role where I feel he was kinda done dirty as he felt the need to take the final action he did. Of all the Marine characters, his was the only one with the morals to actually do the right thing, despite what he knew it would cost him.

7. Outbreak (1995) - Whitehouse Chief of Staff.

A role that only lasted around four minutes and one scene, but it made such an impact that people to this day still talk about the passionate speech he gives in defense of the people they're discussing potentially bombing out of existence. This scene has also been immortalised on YouTube people love it so much!

8. Needful Things (1993) - Danforth Keeton III.

I just love this first scene he's in. A character with an inflated sense of self-importance and a chip on his shoulder about being called 'Buster'. He's not an inherently bad character, but he has a very large gambling addiction and succumbs to the temptations of the Devil in the hopes that he can win back some town money he gambled away. As he always did, he gave this character his all, truly excelling at highlighting the weakness of the character, despite the big, bold attitude he has in the beginning.

9. Breakdown (1997) - Warren 'Red' Barr.

Another big screen role that was beginning to open doors for him, he plays the sadistic kidnapper with uncanny ease. I feel sad that I didn't get to see this in the cinema, I saw it on video a few years later along with Pleasanville. Probably the role he's most remembered for outside of Good Morning, Vietnam and A Few Good Men.

10. Red Rock West (1993) - Wayne Brown/Kevin McCord.

Less a scumbag role and more of a 'I'm out for a quiet life with my embezzled money' role. Myself and @tequilasunrise28 have always wondered if his character was taken advantage of by Lara Flynn Boyle's character and he suspected she intended to off him so wanted to do the same first. Hardly a moralistic stance, but he does display some genuine concern for the people he works with when the young deputy is killed. I'll always wish we had a bigger backstory to his character...