#Crooked Bell

[nugothrhythms]

"Crooked Bell" by Washington DC-based deathrock and goth punk act Palladists off of their 2023 debut demo

[yume-fanfare]

a fox's gratefulness?

[beeeinyourbonnet]

By Hook or by Crook | Chapter 17

Pairing: Rumbelle

Rating: E, eventually

Summary: Just when Belle thinks she’s doomed to a life without adventure, an investment banking firm all the way from New York City plops its new headquarters in Storybrooke’s abandoned cannery.

From the beginning on ao3

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Belle did have water in there—cases of it, in fact—as well as trail mix and protein bars. While they still had lights, she walked around the store gathering supplies—a battery-powered lantern, a box of handwarmers, a flashlight, as many coarse boat-blankets as she could carry, and batteries. 

“Hopefully, none of this will be necessary,” Belle said. “And you won’t be stuck in here with me for too long.”

He grunted, not making use of the perfect opening she’d left him to say something nice, and took Mary Margaret’s folding chair. Now that they were back, was he just going to sit in silence? He wouldn’t.

“Do you want some coffee?” Belle asked. “It won’t be good coffee, but it’ll be hot, and I have sugar.”

“Thank you,” Mr. Gold said. 

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[multi-fandom-bi]

Okay listen, I love Colm as much as the next person but you can not tell me that what he said here was ok, even tho he had good intentions. I'll give him this: He was grieving the loss of his wife and the same thing that took her away from him started showing in his son, so yes he was terrified. Still, saying that to your child has gotta affect them in a way

[catdoingblep]

“I think”, said Wylan right after a kiss, “it is completely ineffective”.

“Are you sure?”, smiled Jesper in his lips, “Looks like we just had a very good exercise for tongue. Kind of a tongue twister”.

“Jes”, Wylan rolled his eyes, and Jesper would even believe that he was not happy if his smart fingers wasn’t unbuttoning Jesper’s shirt. “I was trying to learn here”.

“And we are learning some things together”, Jesper smiled putting his lips on Wylan’s neck.

“And all of them connected to zemini only because they involve one zemini man”, last words of the phrase sounded almost like Wylan was moaning them, and Jesper laughed in his neck.

Very sensitive neck on which Jesper left few hickeys at their previous lesson.

“I don’t understand why are you so dissatisfied. For a person who started to learn zemini like two months ago you have pretty big vocabulary”.

“And it all consist of things like “more”, “don’t stop”, “kiss me”, “keep going”, pet names, and all thоse things that are very inappropriate to say in public”, said Wylan, blushing.

Jesper laughed, and Wylan pocked him in the stomach.

“You are sabotaging my learning process”, said Wylan very seriously but his eyes was soft, and laughing, and full of love, and perfectly blue, and Jesper was down so bad, wasn’t he?

Jesper could admit that Wylan was right - he was a fast learner, and he remembered every zemini word Jesper taught him, it wasn’t Wylan’s fault that every their lesson in this two months ended up the same way. Or, thought Jesper, when Wylan kissed him again, it at least wasn’t fully Wylan’s fault.

“Maybe”, admitted Jesper, “you really need another tutor. More engaged in the learning process and not engaged to you”.

He maybe would say something else, like “I am sorry, I just cannot keep my hands off my fiancé” or “I will not be disappointed if your wedding vow is going to be in kerch” (even if Wylan’s idea to do it in zemini at their wedding did something with Jesper’s stupid loving heart) or “maybe all the things I taught you not very suitable for your vow, but for our wedding night….”, but Wylan softly whispered in his ear “I love you, sweetheart” in zemini, and Jesper decided that he could say all these things a little bit later.

[leronboi]

Omgg I finally finished this 🥹. There was a hairstyle art meme that I saw and wanted to do, but Ik I don't have the energy to draw everyone so I decided to draw these fuckers with short hair cuz I thought that was the most fun.

Also a lil doodle I did of Justin being a lil bitch cuz I thought that was funny

[sixtynineinchnails]

so when were y’all gonna tell me that tobin bell was in seinfeld and he looked like this??

the moustache? the ponytail? the gay little earring?? imagine the john kramer we could have had

[wastemanjohn]

these google drive photo memories compilations can fuck off sometimes lmao today it's like "hi remember this day three years ago where half your face was paralysed?" thanks sm that was a jumpscare

[smileandneversurrender]

Alla fine era quello a distruggerti: la nostalgia per qualcosa che non potevi più avere

Leigh Bardugo - Il regno corrotto

[stuff-diary]

Monolith

Movies watched in 2024

Monolith (2022, Australia)

Director: Matt Vesely

Writer: Lucy Campbell

Mini-review:

Monolith is pretty different from what I expected, but it's still a solid, low-budget sci-fi offering. The central mystery kept me hooked, even if it didn't give me any easy answers, and Lily Sullivan's committed performance elevates the material and carries the movie when it threatens to buckle under its own weight. It also tries to touch on some social issues here and there, but it never ventures too far into that direction, choosing to focus instead on the main character's descent into obsession. It won't enter my favorite sci-fi movies list, but it definitely helped me pass the time.

[maretriarch]

you will never be a goat herder with a wooden shepherds crook handcrafted by your father who was a goat herder before you and his father before him

[bogwallows]

maplerose / ghost quartet version of crookedstar. meet crookedthorn <3 designed originally [and slightly visible in the corner there] by my wonderful partner in gq crime and almost-twin @kamordah hello owl >:3

also fuck you this cat is transginger now !!!!!

[beeeinyourbonnet]

By Hook or by Crook | Chapter 13

Pairing: Rumbelle

Rating: E, eventually

Summary: Just when Belle thinks she’s doomed to a life without adventure, an investment banking firm all the way from New York City plops its new headquarters in Storybrooke’s abandoned cannery.

From the beginning on ao3

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It made no sense for a fishing store to be open full-time in the dead of winter, so since Tim was nowhere to be found and Belle didn’t want to walk home in the dark anymore now that it was freezing, she posted a sign on the door adjusting the hours to close at 2 p.m. and penned a note for Mr. Gold with that information, as well as the spontaneous closure she was instating tomorrow, which she dropped off with the receptionist Monday afternoon. 

Since it was so cold out and the shop would be closed a lot, Belle didn’t want to leave Gus and Jaq by the wall, so she relocated them to the register and tucked a canvas tarp around their cage. She’d also added a big pile of shavings for them to burrow in, but as long as she kept the heat running, they’d be fine.

On Tuesday, she met David with two coffees. He was going to Portland for some police training, and he’d agreed she could tag along and he would drop her off downtown and pick her back up. He would be in his seminar all morning, but in the afternoon, they’d shop together for Mary Margaret.

“Any plans for the morning?” he asked as they drove down the snowy highway.

“I’m just going to find a nice cafe to read in,” she said. 

This was a lie. Belle had been in a research hole for two days, and in her purse was a list of markets and shops that carried local crafters and artisans. She had found the perfect item online, but she didn’t know if this Friday would be the last time she’d see Mr. Gold before Christmas, and the seller wouldn’t be able to finish and send it in time.

So, she was on a secret mission to find something just as good while the Nolans remained ignorant of her true motivation. 

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[beautiful-noises]

hollywood witches

[listen here]

i. hollywood jessica pratt/ ii. good looking suki waterhouse/ iii. funtimes in babylon father john misty/ iv. cocaine angel papooz/ v. witches alice phoebe lou/ vi. the prettiest star david bowie/ vii. she harry styles/ viii. you know i’m no good amy winehouse/ ix. poison joy crookes/ x. stargirl interlude the weeknd & lana del rey/ xi. that life unknown mortal orchestra/ xii. pulp of youth the growlers/ xiii. stardust chords greta van fleet/ xiv. hollywood witches woody and jeremy/ xv. i’ve never been to la oscar lang & wallice/ xvi. your cover’s blown belle and sebastian/ xvii. hollywood is under water kowloon/

[coffee-and-geto]

LET ME WARM YOU UP

summary: satoru comes home after an early morning when he went to the bakery to buy you some pastries, frozen to the bone by the biting early december cold. doesn’t he deserve to find you under the warm comforter where your warm presence hides?

cw: fluff, domestic, gojo has his nose pink from the cold, he’s silly, needy and so in love <3, i have put some pastries i know bc i’m french but ignore them if you don’t like croissant (what’s on ur mind) or pain au chocolat (i agree on this).

wc: 721

When Satoru enters the bakery — his body draped in a long coat, head wrapped in a knit cap, and half his face hidden behind a large scarf — the gentle chime of the entrance bell feels like a sweet melody mingling with the warm, sugary scent of the quiet, early-morning haven.

Behind the sparkling glass displays are heaps of pastries that make his mouth water. From chocolate croissants to apple turnovers, the variety of treats teases his senses as he approaches the kind, tiny baker, who barely reaches his chest.

“Good morning, young man,” she coos like a grandmother, tilting her head up to look at him. “Feeling like something sweet this early?”

Six o’clock in the morning — was it too early?

Satoru would camp outside the bakery if it meant sharing pastries with you.

He hums thoughtfully. “I’d like a brioche, a chocolate croissant, a croissant, an éclair, and a strawberry tart,” he says, distracted by the vibrant colors tempting him to buy out the entire bakery.

The baker grabs a bag and carefully places his order inside, smiling warmly.

“Will that be all, young man?”

Satoru nods.

“Alright.” She names the total price and hands him the large bag once he pays. “Are you planning to eat all of this yourself, young man?”

A smile capable of melting ice stretches across Satoru’s face, despite being hidden behind his scarf. “I’ll share it with my girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you.” After he pays, the baker hands him a blue lollipop, the kind that colors your tongue. “A boy like you, who takes such good care of his loved ones, deserves this.”

Satoru accepts it with a word of thanks before heading home, where you’re unknowingly waiting for him, still tucked beneath the warm covers of your bed.

He enters the apartment silently, closing the door with care and removing his shoes and coat in near-perfect quiet. In the kitchen, he wastes no time arranging a breakfast tray, loading it with the pastries he bought and a cup of tea and coffee.

He performs the task with an adorably proud smile, humming cheerfully at the thought of sharing a warm breakfast with you under the blanket, where you’d thaw his December-chilled body.

With the tray prepared to perfection, he carries it to the bedside table and sets it down gently before slipping into the bed. The combination of the soft blanket and your warmth, still lingering in the sheets, begins to ease the cold from his body. His stiff, frozen arms wrap around you, rousing you from sleep.

“Toru?” you whisper, your eyes fluttering open as a yawn escapes your lips.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Satoru murmurs into the crook of your warm neck.

You shiver at how cold he feels. “Did you go out?” You turn to wrap your arms around him, planting a kiss on his nose, pink from the cold.

“Brought pastries,” he hums. “Wanna eat with me?” He blinks at you cutely, his snow-dusted lashes framing eyes as deep and blue as the ocean.

“You did?” The corners of your mouth turn down as you pull him closer. Satoru’s habit of buying things for you without needing to be asked makes your heart ache in the sweetest way. “Of course, my love.” You pepper kisses all over his face. “Love you so much.”

He grins so cutely you want to crush his head in your arms.

Minutes later, you’re both sitting up in bed, the makeshift tray perched on your shared lap as you indulge in a perfect breakfast.

Through the bedroom window, the first snowflakes of December fall onto the balcony, covering it in a white blanket that matches your lover’s hair. The sky, equally white, might’ve seemed dull and cold, but sitting beside Satoru, who is devouring almost all the pastries, brightens the weather.

Once your stomachs are full, Satoru burrows under the blanket, pressing his face against your pajama-clad stomach. A giggle escapes you, your chest shaking gently with the sound.

“What are you doing?” you ask, raising a playful eyebrow.

“Cuddling,” he mumbles, his voice muffled by the comforter.

“You look more like a whiny cat, you know.”

“If a whiny cat gets cuddles, then I am one.”

Your laughter bubbles over, warming Satoru, who nearly purrs as your fingers scratch at his scalp.

a/n: hello guys :)) i know it’s been like two weeks w/ anything but let’s forget that, hmm? so 1st december is the birthday of my bsf haha and sadly the end of fall for me... (i’m depressed bc of this). but, i’m in the mood to write everything fluffy, etc. (saying this while my brain is mentally preparing a big angsty fic for the coming weeks bwahahaha). hope you guys have a nice week and see you soon <33

likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

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[themnmovieman]

Movie Review ~ Monolith

Shot in sequence over fifteen days, Monolith doesn’t skimp on the scares, but the sinister air hovering over the film will get under your skin and keep you on the edge of your seat.

Monolith Synopsis: While trying to salvage her career, a disgraced journalist begins investigating a strange conspiracy theory. But as the trail leads uncomfortably close to home, she is left to grapple with the lies at the heart of her own storyStars: Lily Sullivan, Erik Thomson, Kate Box, Terence Crawford, Damon Herriman, Ling Cooper Tang, Ansuya Nathan, Matt Crook, Rashidi Edward, Brigid…