#Felicity B

[martysimone]

Felice Nova Noordhoff in Dolce & Gabbana | ph Luigi & Iango | Vogue Netherlands September 2023

[lesbiandarvey]

SPORTS NIGHT (1998-2000) tries to understand the concept of homosexuality and gay people. Written by AARON SORKIN and directed by THOMAS SCHLAMME

1x04 // 1x07 // 1x08 // 1x11 // 1x17 // 1x21 // 2x02 // 2x06 // 2x09 // 2x11 // 2x13

[sigelfire]

Diego Luna and co-stars at the World Premiere of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story

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[camyfilms]

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2 2014

My wish for you is to become hope; people need that. And even if we fail, what better way is there to live? As we look around here today, at all of the people who helped make us who we are, I know it feels like we're saying goodbye, but we will carry a piece of each other into everything that we do next, to remind us of who we are, and of who we're meant to be.

[un-intruso-nel-mondo]

Pomeriggio è successa l'apoteosi. Stavo guardando la partita del Parma con papà, eravamo in parità e all 99' c'è un calcio d'angolo per noi (ultima azione di gioco). Papà mi fa: io mi alzo così mi preparo per esultare. L'angolo viene battuo in mezzo, il difensore respinge la palla di testa e arriva ad un nostro giocare posizionato sul limite dell'area di rigore, la colpisce al volo e fa gol. APOTEOSI Io che inizio ad urlare e rivolgendomi verso mio padre cerco di saltargli addosso. Inizio a baciarlo in fronte, sulle orecchie, guance, ovunque (non in bocca hahah ci mancherebbe). Ero felicissimooooo!!!

Un paio d'ore dopo si alza mamma e mi fa: sei una cosa vergognosa! mi ha chiamato la vicina del piano terra e mi ha chiesto se fosse successo qualcosa perchè ha sentito delle urla e anche dal palazzo di fronte.

Io, oltre a restare stupefatto, le ho detto semplicemente che non può capire, certe emozioni lei non le capisce in quanto schifa il calcio, ma a me non importa perchè era da tanto che non passavo un emozione così bella con mio padre. Lo rifarei altre mille volte.

[manonamora-if-reviews]

Bali B&B by Felicity Banks

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============= Synopsis

"Bali B&B" is a cosy choice-based tale of running a Bed & Breakfast in Bali, Indonesia. There is peril to humans and animals on Friday but your choices will definitely not get anyone or anything killed.

============= Other Info

Bali B&B is a ChoiceScript game, submitted to the 2023 edition of the IFComp

Status: Completed Genre: Slice of Life

CW: -

============= Playthrough

Played: 14-Oct-2023 Playtime: about 1h Rating: - [IFComp vote] Thoughts: A cosy stressful week...

============= Review

Bali B&B is a slice-of-life management game, where you are tasked to run your grandparents' B&B in Bali for a week. Between taking care of the guests and the house, the trials and tribulations will make you realise whether this is the life you want to live. How will you do on this test?

Spoilers ahead. It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

Slice of life games, especially the cosy ones, work like a balm on a heavy heart or mind. They make you forget about the harshness of the world and transport you into a world where you may have some things to overcome, but there is no real danger, no impending doom - worst that can happen is a disappointed NPC. BBB does just that.

Wrapped in a blanket of spice and sweets, the game makes you feel right at home, complete with the overbearing family, anxiousness of one's life's dreams, and the plethora of good food. The prose is quite lovely, short but saying everything and more - the secondhand embarrassment of my failures were palpable...

There is a lot to enjoy in this entry, from the delightful and diverse cast of characters, the different approaches to run the B&B (I'm happy to report I was terrible at it....), or dealing with unforeseen issues. But also: the food, the descriptions of the environment, the food, the cats... It was a good time, but also a bit too short of a time.

[rock-a-noodle]

I'm sorry Bessie looks hideous.

[kiekiecarrera]

I saw that gifset of JJ and Kiara reacting to JB and Sarah almost dying and they're the same! They're so much alike I love them so much. The only difference really is the class issue which will be a major factor because of her parents which I don't like.

The parallels between jiara and jarah b are actually insane this set by @lydiaas shows every single one we got so far and there's SO MANY

[deathshallbenomore]

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[ofgentleresolve]

i was reading an old thread of patrick’s and i realized...patrick doesn’t get angry or defensive often, but when he does, he goes ice cold. picks the words that he knows will hurt the most, but also delivers them in a way it would take you like a minute or two for you to realize he’s insulting you. and he’ll do it without batting an eye :’D

[papcrrings-arch]

Closed Starter : Felicity & Molly ( @rcvcrics )

"Mom?" Felicity was walking into the coffee shop but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the woman. She had not expected to see her at all. She had hoped but it had not been what she'd expected when she walked into the shop, "You're here," she smiled.

[xpupex]

Huevo Sopresa Bob Sponja 2023 II Nuevos Personajes ? 🤨 II xpupex belicox

[dotzines]

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𓍼ོ Ad Astra Per Aspera 𓍼ོ (PT. 1)

Consummation

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

wc: 2,200k

Tags: [sfw] Arranged marriage, mature themes, angst, coldness, enemies to lovers, eventual fluff and smut.

Full Series masterlist here. read part two.

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“Are you disappointed with the results of the arrangement?” Still not very well versed on the frail subtleties needed for a cordial marriage, the woman frowned. It if sounded sincere, she might have answered honestly. Because even her, when she was a child, had dreamt of romantic affections, great tales of familial love, mutual servitude and joy. 

But the Prince’s voice told a tale of practiced self deprecation. She wasn’t yet sure if it was to appear disarmingly inadequate, easier to ignore, or if it was to appease the King’s fragile ego. Either way, acting was not one of the Prince’s best qualities. Underneath all the loathing, layed a poorly covered,  insidious egotism. He felt pride in fulfilling his inglorious role, pride of being an outcast, he clearly thought of himself as above it all: superstitions of the weak minded, sentimentality, the passionate side of politics. She could already feel herself getting sick of it all. 

“Forgive me, Your Grace, but you must not go beyond the walls of the Red Keep often” Although she knew he did, as the stories of the sad little boy he turned to when attending the brothel could be heard from the mouth of the King himself. “The Gods are rarely in the mood for protection, and so common men are never left whole. The queerest thing about your appearance is not your limb eye, but rather your ghostly hair” with a smirk forming without her being able to avoid it, she quickly added “A haunting omen, perhaps.” 

Aemond hated the petulant smile that appeared on his wife’s lips. He hated seeing her biting teeth, and her self proclaimed waking martyrdom. And the wisdomless lectures? A sickening symptom of barbarian vanity. The Prince felt scandalized. He considered himself a sensible person, able to rationalize the marital arrangement, a paragon of respectability and patience. Her attitude had a way of putting it all on a thin veil. 

She felt troubled by the marriage, yes, but at night, when she could see the maidens avoid the wing of the castle where the King rested, when the Maestres ran around with mysterious teas, she felt the urge to get on her knees and thank the lords for granting her the repressed brother. Boring, tedious, and insolently over confident. But much more honorable. 

They had to consummate the marriage, of course. That was a problem that was increasingly harder to ignore. He had been kind enough to not force it upon her, and the Princess had heard stories of insemination without touch. When the bride was to be young of age, the husband —If he was respectable enough to have a soul—would set his seed on a vase of sorts, which would be introduced into the girl manually, by a maiden of choice. She heard it was rarely successful, but protective parents could demand the practice. 

She was too old for those considerations, but what was one to do? 

Prince Aemond was handsome, painfully so. If you ignored his impatience for the incompetence of his brother, or for his mother's hidden sentimentalism, his horror towards failure, the frowns he gave at any suggestion of true romantic felicity, and the egomaniac tendencies, he could look quite handsome. 

During courtship, he completely ignored his wife to be, but that is to be expected in political betrothal. Back then, he slightly frightened the Princess, but not nearly enough as everyone assumes he should have. 

The residents of Kings Landing often find him rather physically odd. Why is that? If, after all, he looks like a proper Targaryen Prince, even with one functioning eye. His childhood wound could not deny his straight silver hair, or the blue in his calculating eyes. His features were delicate, sharp, and firm, with an obnoxious royal quality. And if she knew no better, she would be excited at the prospect of consummation. 

Now the Princess’s dreams did not consist of domestic life —Although, she naturally still felt the urge, on rare occasions— But of going beyond the realms of her condition. A mind that kept itself occupied with thoughts of what may have become of her with less social opposition and more personal stimulus. Dreaming of being born a man, of being a scholar, a Maestre, to finally visit The Citadel.

Another recurring hope was that even in between the most interrelated webs of inherited resentments and southeastern superstitions one may find peace and harmony. To make the Red Keep a home worth living in. But all of these desires seemed to be equally improbable, and she had begun to come to terms with the fact that the burning desire of childhood may never go away, but it must be ignored in order to survive. 

Learning to her was similar to a  holy grace, far more powerful than any priest or God. A beautiful distraction. That’s how she had fallen into the hands of a false religious conversion. The teachings of the Seven had no real impact or meaning to her, but it was the closest, most respectable way of learning about the world around her. 

The marital chambers were spotless, in an almost obsessive manner. It went far beyond the traditional efficiency of cleaning servants. It had been done by his own hand, and everything had a designated place. And at the beginning, it had been nerve wrecking. The constant worry of leaving everything in its place, of being too messy with her presence, with her own belongings, in her own chambers. 

The only thing that demanded attention in the sad sterile room was the extensive library. It filled the space with character of its own, the books rebelling against their masters' particularities and demanding a disorderly presence of their own right. His private library exploited the fragility of her wife’s curious mind and predisposition for literature. 

After years of spiritual resignation, it was like a breeze of fresh air. She would be the first to admit the only sin she had committed against her husband —Besides being a republican, which was a shameful secret of hers—: To sneak and  borrow books from his private delectable collection. A stupid, brash decision. Especially considering Aemond's serious disposition and angsty, hostile character. But the Princess couldn't help herself when she saw the chambers unattended. Rationalizing the invasion of privacy, because they were now married, for better or for worse, those books were inside their marital chambers. 

Prince Aemond knew of his wife’s intrusion, of course. When she came back to return the innocent theft, she realized with horror that he had left a single stone where the book she had taken was. Feeling partially offended by the gesture, she had returned the volume to its place and accommodated the fatal stone on the left side of his bureau, near the candle. 

It became a routine. The wife would take a book from his collection, and he would place the rock marking the missing spot. Whenever she finished her reading, she was to accommodate the stone at the left of the candle in his bureau. A childish game, perhaps. But it was the most similar thing they had to a sense of cordiality and shared duality. Everything else remained as sterile as before, when either party tried to approach the other, they were quickly reminded of how repelled they felt towards the others flaws, perceived or not. 

It did exhaust her a good deal, the uncertainty of the marriage. Having to be sly and poise about how she managed herself, or to be met with heavy words of disapproval. Targaryen folk, seemingly closer to Gods than to men, were not to be played with, even if you were a wife to one of them.

Another cause of exhaustion and hysteria was one much more primal. She dreaded the day he finally came to claim his bride's virtue. It was not about discomfort with marital relations, but rather a feeling of vulnerability. Having to be at his mercy, his whim, it was the fact that she had to wait until the night his patient character faltered. 

There was also the matter of Larys Strong, of course. The King was like a brute, too focused on his next rush to have any sense of planning or concerned for the politics of consummation. The Dowager Queen was the one who pushed his limits when needed, and she seemingly had Larys Strong at his mercy, or the other way around, of that, the Princess was not entirely sure yet. 

Sir Strong loved not the Gods or the Crown but himself and the thrill of keeping people hostage by the bondage of secrets. He enjoyed parading around the corners, lurking, observing. He liked the authority that the Crown granted him, the preposterous work of secrecy. He translated the King’s rule into language that sounded vaguely religious, vaguely patriotic. Only to whisper it to the ears of maidens and servants. 

It may have been paranoia, but the Princess could have sworn that  the maidens took special care into looking for any red spots on the marital sheets. The Dowager Queen had been paying more attention to her, with that stern frown of hers. Real or imagined, it was dangerous to wait this long. 

Tired of the whole ordeal, she decided that the occurrence was unavoidable, and at a reasonable cost of her sexual condition if anything, she could end the anxiety and the whispered chastity by taking some kind of agency and doing the first step.

The Princess soaked in rose water the scented brazil wood chips her mother had prepared her with. Using them to brightly paint her cheeks,  nipples, and lips with an irresistible shade of contrast, and leaving her hair messy, determined to look desirable enough for it to be done tonight. 

If the Prince was surprised to see her laying in bed, naked, when he walked into the chambers, he did not show proof of it on his face. The husband quickly took off his clothes, as well. He looked tired, even under the dim, warm yellow lights of the room. She smiled upon the view, a signal of relief, upon anything else. For the first time in weeks, her husband did not seem troubled and upset, only tired. The consummation might end quickly and without any fuss. 

As soon as he laid on the sheets, she got up from the side of the bed that corresponded to her, and straddled the Prince. She wasn’t sure of what he may like, but she figured this was the safest and less degrading way to go about the night. She felt her nipples harden against the cold nightly wind, and she could also feel her husband's length hardened underneath her. Without any regard for her feelings, her core began to leak in anticipation. In that moment, she thanked the Gods for a handsome husband, and she thanked them for making him a contemporary in age. This wasn’t going to be as difficult as she initially thought. 

For a moment, his eye seemed to shine with something similar to the spark of lust. Just for a moment. 

It was gone almost as soon as she had noticed it. And with a soft but recognizably firm move, he got her off him. 

“There is no use for it. We don’t carry the duty to fulfill the royal lineage” The Prince sounded cold, and spoke in a manner similar to how one explains a simple concept to a child. It scandalized her. Had he had no consideration at all for her safety? Was he blind to the watchful eyes of the maids? Was he not a man, or is it that you were insufficient in his eyes? 

And if the offense wasn’t enough to hurt the Princess, he unknowingly added another striking statement, just for good measure “They are also an emotional lability. One that mustn’t be created recklessly taken in times of war”

Her heart seemed to sink in the depths of her stomach. The humiliation, sparked by anger washed over her head and burned her cheeks with an unbearable warmt. Without saying a word —and trying to contain the tears that this robbery of agency had caused— she left the marital chambers. 

Another brash, emotionally driven decision. A misjudgment, letting go of the calculating measure of taking care of what the court might think. The Princess needed a break from the claustrophobic room, from its cleaning, from her Husband’s cold offenses. How can he speak of children so callously? She had thought of her husband as a devout family member. Even the monster they had for the King loved his children. The Princess wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of forming a family in an arranged marriage, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that her husband was rejecting her lineage and the single act of agency that she was truly permitted:The possibility of making happiness of her own, of raising her own. Feeling rudely rejected, and more lonely than ever before, she compulsively walked into the messy physis of the garden. Tears fell on her cheeks, and went down into her neck, she had no family, no friend, no kin to confide into. For the first time since her arrival, she felt the honesty of her situation falling from her tears.

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Notes: Omg the first part of the first long form series that i have ever conceived 😭😭 if anyone is interested in proofreading or if you see any mistakes please let me know! English is not my first language and I always make so many mistakes. Take care of one another!

— Sidey xxo

[huariqueje]

The Dining Room - Felicity House

British , b. 1950 -

Pastel

[alanaartdream]

Sketches before bed with my ideas of Fairy Timmy and nicktoons unite /

Jimmy

Timmy power hour

Might add some more to this in the morning but here

Was going with Jimmy trying to figure out how Timmy’s universe functions so he can better help Timmy learn to use his new powers better

It’s also around this time (well more like when Timmy was missing (getting turned into a fairy) and had to go looking for where Timmy went) that he realised he was rather found of Timmy (also didn’t help when one gets turned into a fairy one tends to get cuter than they were before; and we all know Timmy had the baby girl vibes before he was turned into a fairy so now he’s just dripping those vibes now when before he was just giving out a few hints of it)

Now unlike when he studies ghosts from Danny’s universe Jimmy cannot help but be extremely careful now while he’s trying to study fairies that pop in now to ask for photos of Timmy and Poof/peri before Wanda goes mama bear on them and shoos them away while cosmo hides Timmy & Peri/poof behind him

Or Jorgen comes checking in to make sure everything going well or my fairy oc comes checking in making sure Timmy handing the change to forever fairy now and teaching him a few things she had to do to get use to the change (she ends up acting like a big sister and Jorgen like a Uncle) Jorgen will have things to help test out both Timmy & peri’s powers most of the time while felicity will now only have helpful advice will sometimes bring comics manga for them she thinks they’ll be interested in

(( now Wanda makes sure both Timmy & peri/poof get all the help they need with their schooling so Jimmy / Danny are at their schools (or college in Danny’s case) Timmy & peri go to fairy school; also to keep Wanda happy to let Timmy visit his lab he sometimes offers to tutor Timmy a little bit helping Timmy become more of a C-B grades kinda student with math and science (witch is much more than that crazy Cocker could ever hope for being as he just liked to Fail Timmy all the time) )

To Jimmy now that Timmy is a fairy 🧚‍♀️ it’s like the first time he’s actually gets a proper look at fairies; Jimmy’s trying not to think too much on why he’s so interested in trying to understand how fairies work all of the sudden until Carl pops into the laboratory results in Wanda Cosmo & poof/peri to magically transform themselves into lab equipment while Timmy who’s not had the chance yet to practice transformation magic yet ends up diving into Jimmy’s hair to hide

So Jimmy has to lead Carl out of his laboratory without giving him hints About Timmy Wanda cosmo peri/poof being there but this ends up taking awhile because Carl came over because he needed some help on a school math homework test thing and being as Carl has been his friend for ages Jimmy isn’t the type to say no to his good friends so helps him so when Carl finally leaves it’s pretty late in the day so Timmy has fallen asleep in Jimmy’s hair while Wanda cosmo and poof/peri were sleeping as lab equipment so Jimmy has to gently get Timmy out of his hair and gets a closer look at him as a fairy and part of Jimmy thinks Timmy looks so tiny and vulnerable and like some kinda instinct that he needs to protect Timmy seems to come over him

But then Wanda & Cosmo wakes up so he quickly hands Timmy over to his fairy parents to cover up how he couldn’t help but stare at tiny fairy Timmy in his hands while Wanda & Cosmo are just awing over sleeping Timmy and peri struggling each other in their sleep in their arms while they bit Jimmy goodbye and head back to fairyworld to put the boys to bed not taking note of that Jimmy lost in his own thoughts while they poof away