#Fling Diction

[lgbtqreads]

April 2023 Deal Announcements

Adult Fiction Linda Epstein, Ally Malinenko, and Liz Parker’s‘s THE OTHER MARCH SISTERS, pitched as a queer feminist take on the lives of Jo March’s sisters, set in the world of LITTLE WOMEN, inspired by details from the very real lives of May Alcott Nieriker (Amy), Lizzie Alcott (Beth), and Anna Alcott Pratt (Meg), with each author enabling these women to finally tell their own stories, to Wendy…

[magicicephoenix]

i need to go pound joey drew into a pulp RIGHT NOW

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony! I have so much fun with these lol

OC Smash or Pass: Avymere Spearsong

Info/Description

Name: Duchon Avymere Kalaphon Spearsong III (Duchon is a title equivalent to Duke/Duchess)

Sexuality: nebulously pansexual

Age: 153

Folk: Skysheerian elf

Occupation: Heir to the duchy of Salis and spymaster to their father, the current Archduke

Description: Tall, wiry, and tan - for a Skysheerian, at least - Avymere doesn't fit the typical Skysheerian beauty standard. They have short, feathery white hair and a long, pointed sort of face, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses atop their long nose. Their ears are pointed, and there's an old scar on the right one from a training accident. Their eyes are a pale gray. They tend to dress more femme and almost always have a concealed weapon.

Pros

Avymere has the type of loyalty usually exclusive to prized hunting dogs and living weapons. If you earn their trust, they will never betray you til your dying day, no matter what you ask of them. It's honestly a little concerning.

Predictably, they are very cultured. Music, philosophy, politics - they can hold an engaging conversation on nearly any subject. They're a fantastic listener and honestly love nothing more than listening to someone talk about their passions. If you ask them questions about martial arts history, they might just tear up on the spot.

Avymere has a deep and genuine need to help people. They are selfless to a fault and will fight tooth and nail for any downtrodden stranger. Despite their aloofness and privileged upbringing, they are a legitimately good person - or they try their best, anyways

Cons

Avymere lives to serve their people in all aspects of their life. That means, if they're going to be serious about a relationship, it has to bring an advantage to Salis. Sure, they've had crushes on guards and flings with diplomat, but for a serious relationship, you'd better be bringing both money and connections to the table.

They are a noble and thus can be very aloof. They speak with perfect diction even in informal circumstances, sit with perfect posture even while relaxing, and would probably throw up if they had to eat fast food. Though not intentional, it comes across as very haughty.

Honest and unbarred emotions are an utmost rarity from them. Their heart is heavily guarded, and though they are rarely unkind when it isn't necessary, they hold themself back in most circumstances. This causes their feelings to really only show when they hit a boiling point, anger or grief exploding out in an uncharacteristic show.

I'll tag @harleyacoincidence @sergeantnarwhalwrites @violets-in-her-arms-writes @watermeezersworldofkaldria @leahnardo-da-veggie and anyone else who wants in :)

[jules-has-notes]

This Is Halloween — VoicePlay music video

The approach of spooky season is always special with VoicePlay. In 2018, it meant that it was time for their second visit to Halloween Town, which involved even more elaborate makeup than the previous one. It also contains an important reminder — don't take unwrapped candy from strangers, no matter how little and cute they might be.

Details:

title: This Is Halloween

original performers: cast of The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

written by: Danny Elfman

arranged by: Layne Stein

release date: 5 October 2018

My favorite bits:

the legato opening chords from Grim Grinning Ghosts under the intro section transforming into the more rhythmic opening of this song

the halftime echo of Earl and J.None's harmony lyrics behind Eli's lead melody

everybody's concerned reactions as their voices and bodies start to change

Geoff reflexively flinging the spiders from his hair at Layne

the syncopated wails of ♫ "HAL-lo-ween HAL-lo-ween" ♫

Eli's semi-operatic tone on ♫ "the next sur-priiise" ♫

the onomotopeia of ♫ "pounce pounce" ♫

their precise diction starting with ♫ "I am the clown..." ♫

Layne's little scamper behind the pumpkin tower

that bouncy ascending bass line that leads them through the key change

the driving percussion giving way to a full measure of straight double kick drums

♫ "That is our job and no we are not mean." ♫, so crisp

Eli's incredible breath control as he belts for over 10 seconds

their mischievous giggles as they scurry away

Jude's intense stare straight into the camera

Trivia:

VoicePlay originally recorded this song for their 2012 Disney album, "Once Upon An Ever After".

This is the second of four Halloween videos they've made using music and imagery from The Nightmare Before Christmas. It also happened to coincide with the 25th anniversary of the movie.

Each of VoicePlay's video projects is usually handled from start to finish by whoever does the music, but for this one they spread their duties out a bit more. Layne did the vocal arrangement, while Geoff handled the video production process.

The guys are once again representing characters from the original movie — J.None is the wolfman, Eli is the mayor of Halloween Town, Geoff is one of the vampires, Earl is the behemoth, Layne is Lock, and the trick-or-treater is dressed as Jack.

The YouTube description contains another important safety tip — "There is only one Earl Elkins and he is not exactly human. Do NOT try to smash YOUR skull-meat with an axe… it will hurt."

The filming process for this video spanned two days — one for the framing scenes and the start of the singing, and another for their monster morphing.

The full transformations took more than 12 hours because of the extensive prosthetic makeup involved, not to mention contact lenses and costume changes. Their shot list was "the spreadsheet from hell" by necessity. Once a step in someone's monster makeup was added, it couldn't be taken off until the end.

The impressive makeup and prosthetics were designed by Andy Wright and Lia Forestner from Makeup & Creative Arts.

One of the trickiest parts of the makeup process was the fact that Layne turned out to be very ticklish when it came to being airbrushed and had trouble sitting still.

Among the carvings in the jack-o-lantern tower are an Oogie Boogie face, a Jack Skellington face, and a VoicePlay logo.

There was also a hidden bottle of Diet Mountain Dew on the back side for emergency high tenor hydration.

The onesies Eli and Earl are wearing at the beginning are references to their respective roles in "The Chicken Song".

Geoff's dragon onesie made another appearance four years later in a short of "I Put A Spell On You", dueting with Winifred Sanderson from PattyCake's Hocus Pocus videos.

The group created individual character posters in the style of Stranger Things to promote the video on social media.

The jowled prosthetic was added to the MCA / Morphstore collection as a custom item, with Eli as the model and the more generic product name of "fat boy".

The trick-or-treater is Layne's nephew, Jude. Though the over-the-shoulder shot of him knocking on the door is actually Kathy wearing the top of the costume and kneeling on the stoop. Apparently giving a young child lots of candy and then trying to get him to do something slowly isn't the best plan.

J.None had a late-night gig booked after the shoot, and was still wearing parts of his costume when he rushed out to get to that.

Rek Dunn, the guys' longtime friend and production collaborator, made a behind-the-scenes video as a project for a continuing education course he was taking.

The Makeup and Creative Arts team also made a behind-the-scenes video focused on the prosthetics processes.

Some aspects of the makeup made it a little difficult to enunciate. (Good thing their audio was prerecorded.)

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[candycryptids]

Reading up and going through the tags for Tuesday is VERY interesting...but given the nature of who (or I guess what) he is I have to ask. Does he ever experience any glitches/malfunctions?

ヽ(o♡o)/ THANK YOU he’s my weird little guy I’m so flattered you find him interesting (♡˙︶˙♡)

His early design was intended to be simple, and then rapidly spiraled down a rabbit hole of added features to be of use to either Chuu and later Keathan, who Tuesday was sent off to since she could not be forced at gunpoint to go to Ishgard (she does eventually. She was just. Extremely resistant.)

Which means there’s some places where there were mild hiccups… like walking and talking is hard for him and he WILL either walk straight into obstacles or stop randomly (mid step, which looks somewhat silly) (less of a malfunction and more of a… processing overload I’d suppose though…)

He also can learn and use Blue Magic? Though he’s typically kitted for Black, since it’s more reliable, and Keathan knows it, so they can guide him in the technique. Some Blue can be hard on the body so it was a sort of failsafe to just prevent it from the start. (That…. And he’s done the in-game equivalent of fat-fingering a button he hadn’t meant to. It took months to get the Bad Breath smell out of Chuu’s clothes when she got caught in the radius. He was supposed to aqua cannon. To this day he’s still not sure why ‘water cannon’ and ‘noxious poisonous breath’ felt identical, and Chuu is still not sure if it was actually a bug or if Tuesday was just seeking retribution for installing his arms backwards that one time. (She could never really get the glitch to repeat…)

There’s several points in his development where he has a learning curve, like when Chuu upgrades from pre-programmed movements and walk-cycles to ‘learned’ movements (It was LESS processing to let Tuesday move everything himself than to run movement files in succession to do things like pick up cups and such. Especially since not everything is uniformly placed..) so he had to learn grip strength and moving his arms/legs— and not chopping through the cutting board, or picking up a pillow and flinging it straight into the air overhead because he didn’t recall he had to keep HOLDING it. Lots of ‘doesn’t recognize how much force is necessary’ and ‘learning to walk all over again sucks’ kinda moments until he gets his sea legs so to speak. Being a person is hard.

And writing this all down I do think it would be funny if he had a glitch at one point that swapped his vocal cadence and diction so that he started singing like it was a gd musical…. Ballad of Dragons of somethin’ I’m sure a moogle would laugh

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Hell, I suppose if you stick around long enough they have to say something nice about you.

- Ava Gardner, Ava: My Story

Ava Gardner was a hard-drinking, wisecracking, libidinous vamp, a liberated woman before it was even invented.

It's an extraordinary life of an extraordinary woman. She swore like a drunken sailor, slept with anything that moved, drove Frank Sinatra to such heights of passion and torment that he attempted suicide, and entirely failed to care what anybody thought of her.

Ava Gardner was an actress who starred in some good films and some not very good films; but more than that she was the great iconic beauty of her day. She wafted around the screen and was featured on the front covers of magazines looking untouchable in pearls and mink. And yet she behaved like a man or, at least, like a certain kind of man - one with pots of cash, a taste for hard liquor and a higher-than-average libido.

She was, in essence, a liberated woman, a good two decades before women's liberation was invented. Her success and status made it possible for her to make the kind of choices - and mistakes - that other women couldn't. And, even now, there's really nobody who can match her combination of carnality, glamour and a potty-mouth.

Sixty years on, people claim that Sex and the City's Samantha Jones is the figment of a gay, male scriptwriter's imagination, but compare it to this story from Murray Garrett, a press photographer, recounting a backstage photo-call: 'This one idiot guy ... says to her, "Hey Ava, Sinatra's career is over, he can't sing any more ... what do you see in this guy? He's just a 119-pound has-been." And Ava says, very demurely, no venom, just very cool, in the most perfect ladylike diction, "Well I'll tell you - 19 pounds is cock."'

She married three times - to Mickey Rooney (a serial cheater), the musician Artie Shaw (who belittled her) and finally and most tumultuously to Frank Sinatra. She lured him away from his wife, sinking his career in the process, married him, divorced him, but never got over him. Nor he her. It was a life-long relationship between two people who loved each other but couldn't be together. Their rows, she said, 'started on the way to the bidet'.

Instead, Gardner had affairs. They litter her life. She slept with David Niven, Robert Mitchum, John F Kennedy. She had flings with Spanish bullfighters and Mexican beach boys and rejected Howard Hughes, the multi-millionaire aviator and womaniser.

What made Gardner who she was? It's the great, unanswered question of her life and career. There is nothing in the early years to suggest her character to come. Not the tomboyish childhood spent with her family among the ordinary rural poor of north Carolina; nor the moment when an MGM studio exec spotted her portrait in the window of a photographer's shop; nor even when she married Mickey Rooney, the studio's biggest star.

It is as if her character wasn't so much revealed over time, as forged in the furnaces of Hollywood's industrial complex.There are countless testimonies from other Hollywood stars to Gardner's beauty, but almost no sense of her as a person. She gradually turns from object to subject, her beauty her defining characteristic and the key to her power and freedom but also, as her favourite director, John Huston, says, a curse from the gods. 'Ava,' he said, 'has well and truly paid for her beauty.'

Her high spirits descend into alcoholic abuse; her wanton behaviour into episodes such as the one when she is banned from the Ritz in Madrid for urinating in the lobby; when she moves to live out her days in the relative anonymity of a London flat it is with a sinking heart that you realise that the woman who charmed Ernest Hemingway and Robert Graves should become so isolated.

She made some truly terrible choices, including turning down the role of Mrs Robinson in The Graduate and ending her days making schlock TV. She was careless of her art, under-confident about her talent and tended to be taken at her own measure. But ultimately, it's besides the point. Gardner's genius was not her work, but, as her own autobiographical book proves, her life.

[fairysbookshelf]

Here for the Cake by Jennifer Millikin

Book Stats:

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️(3.75/5)

Spice Rating: 🌶️🌶️🌶️(2.5/5)

Tropes: Second Chance, Fake Dating

Publisher: Indie

Summary:

Paisley’s sister is getting married. What would be a joyous occasion is dragged down by the fact that her sister is marrying her ex, Shane. On top of that, ever since Paisley decided to branch out against her father’s wishes, their relationship has been strained. In dropped in Klein, an old college fling that happens to stumble apon the bachelorette party that paisley thru. Now, in exchange for helping market his book, they are now going to the wedding together to help Paisley face her family, and her ex.

Review:

First off, the diction in this book? Better than like, 90% of every book I’ve read probably in the last two years.

This novel just feels very believable. The setting is very realistic and the plot seems like something that could happen in real life. The family drama as well. It happens all the time that people don’t get along with their family, and it was good to see that take in the book. I feel like the struggle of getting along with family is one we don’t often get to see in romance books. It was really shown well in this book how you have to get along with these people because they are your family, but it can be really hard some times.

The banter and nicknames are very cute, and did add a major comedy element to the story. Especially in moments where it was needed due to the family side plot.

The characters themselves felt realistic. Both the FMC and MMC had some depth to them. The FMC definitely more than her male counterpart. He just felt very much put on a pedestal to me as a knight and shining armor. For the FMC, we really get to see some great character growth.

My only two things that kind of turned me off were the pacing and the chemistry. The pacing was just kind of all over the place. It skipped from going slow to going a million miles a minute and then slow again. The chemistry was okay, but It did feel a little forced at times-especially towards the end of the book. These two things made the actually love story feel a little less romantic. It’s hard to follow it when you’re jumping around constantly. It made the falling in love part weird, because as much as we see these two characters interact, we don’t see the little things that make them fall in love with each other.

I think if you’re someone who is looking for a fun summer beach read, this could be it. It’s a medium length so enough for a weekend trip and some great comedy.

[themotherofhorses]

I adore you @gemini-mama. you are an absolute sweetheart. thank you so much for your kind words, although — truthfully — there was no need to apologize.

sometimes life flings hard hurdles your way, and I don’t believe it is both weak or cowardly to back out in order to regroup/recollect/find yourself again. it allows for necessary growth and healing.

my spark for writing is still here too, it’s just flickering for some personal stories of mine (as cheesy as that might sound). hence why i’ve decided to pull back and focus on them for awhile. i hope to return a much stronger writer, with a more mature writing style and diction.

maybe I’ll even consider sharing my main story — “Where the Sweetgrass Grows, We Shall Meet.”

anygays, love you lots 🫶🏼.

Hi

I've spent several days weighing upon this absolutely difficult and painful decision. I spoke to my two closest mutuals, to make sure I was making the correct choice. I think I am.

I'm done with writing. As Marie Kondo might say, "this one does not spark joy."

I know what you might be thinking. "Vic, you said you were updating this weekend!" I did. But then, every time I opened up my doc to edit that LOHHNM chapter, I kept thinking about that one anon. I know I shouldn't, but hearing someone say, " [other fanfic author] would definitely write Last of Her House No More/ His Handmaid's Tales better. They would do what you can't," fucking hurts. I know, I know, I know. But my confidence is gone, as embarrassing as that might sound. I've rewritten this damn chapter *three* times because I feel so shitty writing/editing it.

At this point, I just don't want to write anymore.

So i'm not going to pressure myself into doing so. Not right now, anyways. Maybe I'll return in the future, once I regain my spark/motivation/desire. Any writing I do, it will be centered around my OCs; perhaps I'll find more growth during this time.

(I have this totally adorable story in the works, actually. It's an original work and I'm CRAZY for it).

In the meantime, my fanfics will remain posted. My blog will always be open if there is anyone that rereads my writing. I'll still be active too! I'll reblog, comment, answer any dms, etc. I might be done with writing, but definitely not with my sweet moots.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you all for joining me on this short journey of mine. I'm happy so many liked all my silly stories. I'm truly sorry it has to end like this, and I'm truly sorry that I'm letting so many people down, but I need to put my mental health first. I love y'all. I so truly fucking do.

To all the other HOTD fanfic writers out there, I wish you all the luck in the world <3 so many talented individuals out there. I know this fandom will NEVER lack creativity and good-fucking-food hehe.

Until I get all my little braincells together to write something, I bid you adieu.

[tiend]

ruthless calculus

Prompt: Loyal | Exhaustion

Commander Fox Week

@loving-fox-hours

No warnings apply.

Three hours until debris from the Battle for Coruscant starts coming down over the Senate District. Three hours until they’re proper fucked.

Thire shoves a litre bottle of go-juice into his hand, and starts raising his hand forcibly to his mouth. Fox shakes him off, irritated at the distraction. Drinks it all the same, can’t stop himself drinking down to the dregs. Thire takes the empty bottle, flings it at the overflowing rubbish bin. More worried than smug.

 As far as they know, the Republic is winning up there - Cody’s bringing the hammer of the Open Circle Fleet down on the Seps, there’s no one better, ideological disagreements or no - but winning up there means things will fall down the gravity well to here.

Here is the planet. Here are hundreds of thousands of unimaginably rich people screaming because the war came home to them, their balcony and rooftop parties under the impromptu skyshow taking a swift and bloody turn when their shields failed. Here is thousands of tons of dead spaceships punching through the layers of the ecumenopolis at mach fuck-you-very-much. Here is millions of people vapourised on impact.

“First Law. Deadliest son-of-a-bitch in the galaxy,” Thire says, looking at the entry prediction plots and their wide error bars. Fox scrubs his eyes. All that kinetic energy has got to go somewhere; if the shields hold for one hit the counter harmonics could blow them on the second. Or if the support pylons are seismically isolated like they’re certified to be. Groundshock’ll be a fucker either way. He’ll label himself a defective if he gives the Seps a symbolic victory. The District will stand. 

“How many tugs has Traffic Control got free in this grid, and how many can get there in sixty?” he asks. Points. Thire hands him a meal replacement bar and a cup of caf to wash it down. Wagtail gets back on comms, voice hoarse and diction perfect.

Eight minutes until Thire’s engineering teams are due to report from deep below the Senate district. Thirty two until orbital defence can get a platform in geosync where he needs it. Seventy-four minutes until moonrise. Thire talks quietly to the techs, checking the feeds for the strategy table. Rear Marshal Commander Fox gets on with the job of saving as much as he can.

At least it’s not raining.

[let-the-dream-begin]

In Hearts We Leave Behind

Part Two: Chapter 1

Part One Chapter 3

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Jamie was near to fainting. His brow was damp with sweat, and the box in his pocket seemed to be weighing him down, pulling him closer to the ground.

Get it together, man.

Why was he even so nervous? He knew what the answer would be, he knew they were in love. He had the blessing of everyone he loved, including Brianna.

Including Claire.

He’d been reading it a lot lately, that letter she’d given him on that horrible day, the day he’d heard the ugliest words known to man:

It’s spread, Mister Fraser.

Two more months.

Don’t read it until I’m gone, Jamie.

That letter had churned his guts and torn him to pieces. But, and he hadn’t realized it for a long while, it had also been his greatest blessing. Her blessing.

To find love again.

Jamie looked down at their joined hands, and he felt peace wash over him.

“Are you alright?”

Jamie snapped out of his reverie, looking up again at those coral lips that had uttered concern.

“Aye, John,” Jamie said, lifting their hands to his lips and kissing John’s knuckles. “I’m braw.”

It had been hard to accept, at first. It was like losing her all over again: having to pull his heart out of her grave to give to someone else. It didn’t feel like betrayal, not at all; she wanted it for him. But even though she’d been gone for years, he’d had to really let her go to allow himself to find purpose in another.

And Christ, John had been wonderful.

He was there through Claire’s diagnosis and treatment, he was there when she passed and through the aftermath. He had no expectations, despite how his feelings for Jamie had never gone away. He had boyfriends and flings, and was a friend to Jamie, first and foremost. And when it had finally hit Jamie like a ton of bricks, John did not allow anything to proceed until Jamie was sure.

“I can’t lose your friendship to a failed tryst, Jamie. If we do this, I’m in it for the long haul. You need to be, too.”

And he was patient.

When John had said those three words about five months into their relationship and Jamie froze up, John was patient.

When Jamie wept for all the wrong reasons after finally saying it back about seven months into their relationship, John was patient.

When Jamie wouldn’t top at first, not for several months, John understood why, and he was patient.

When they got more and more serious, and Jamie pulled away because he felt like he was burying his wife all over again, John was patient.

“It’s alright, love.”

“No. It isna. She belongs tucked away in my heart. No’ between us.”

“No, Jamie. She won’t be between us. With us. With us both.”

And, in time, Claire felt less and less like a solid wall between them, evaporating slowly into the air and caressing them both, pushing them together as gently as the wind.

Jamie waited. He waited until there came a day where he could think about John without being reminded of Claire. There were moments where he thought that moment would never come, where he feared he was stringing the man along only to break his heart by telling him he’d never be ready.

But then there was that night. Brianna was staying the night with her cousins, so Jamie and John had hours of brutish, forceful, tender, and sweet lovemaking. In the aftermath of yet another shared climax, they were staring at each other, faces mere inches apart, gently stroking anywhere and everywhere on each other’s bodies. Jamie was overcome. He was surrounded on all sides by John; his limbs clinging to him, his warmth, his kindness, his scent, his unwavering love.

“Christ, man. My heart feels fit to burst wi’ how much I love ye.”

That was the first time he was talking only to John, no ghosts to be seen.

And he knew then that he was ready.

So now, John and Jamie strolled peacefully through the field of heather on the grounds of Jamie’s ancestral home, trailing behind an energetic Brianna who knew exactly what was coming. Brianna reached the grove of trees before the men did, and Jamie felt his heart leap into his throat.

“Hurry, Da!” Brianna shouted, and the laugh that reverberated in his chest eased his tension somewhat.

“What’s got her in such a rush?” John said, apparently utterly clueless.

Jamie made a Scottish noise in the back of his throat, prompting a skeptical look from John. They finally caught up to Brianna, who was positively beaming. Jamie cleared his throat and turned to John, pausing their walk.

“John, I…I brought ye here, to Lallybroch, because I ken ye dinna have roots to speak of,” Jamie began. “The people that brought ye into this world arena yer family. This is yer family home now. Ye know that, aye?”

“Well…yes, of course,” John said. “I love it here, Jamie. You know that. And I adore your family.”

“Good, good,” Jamie said, grinning. “I’m glad, because it’s…it’s verra important to me to do this somewhere ye call home.”

“Do what…?”

Before John could say another word, Jamie dropped to his knee, pulling the box out of his pocket. John’s jaw fell slack, the color draining from his face.

“I love you, John Grey. I love ye fiercely,” Jamie continued, his voice hoarse. “Ye brought me back to life, brought peace to my soul, made my heart whole again. Ye love my daughter like she’s yer own, and it means the world to me. Ye’re the most selfless man I’ve ever met. To have the honor of…of calling ye mine has been the greatest privilege. I was helpless to resist falling in love wi’ ye, and I was a fool to think I could. Ye’re…ye’re beautiful, mo ghille.”

Jamie’s heart swelled and stung to see silent tears dripping down John’s face, and he felt his own eyes burning as well.

“Will ye marry me, John?”

A laughing sob erupted from John, and he nodded vigorously. Jamie’s grin cracked impossibly wider, and he abruptly stood up to kiss John firmly. Each of their tears mingled on each other’s cheeks. When they pulled away, Jamie slid the ring onto John’s finger, and they both laughed joyously before kissing soundly again. Brianna clapped and whooped beside them, throwing her arms around John’s legs.

“Were you surprised, John? Huh? Were you?”

The men pulled away and looked down at her, and John laughed again.

“I was indeed!” he exclaimed, reaching down and picking her up with ease. “I’m sure you had a hand in the success of the surprise, didn’t you?”

“I did indeed!” she said, echoing John’s diction. Jamie leaned in and kissed Brianna’s cheek, cupping the back of her head. “There’s another surprise, though.”

“Oh, is there? And what would that be?” John said, looking at Jamie.

“No’ from me,” Jamie said, hands raised in surrender. “From the lass.”

“Alright…” John said, setting her back down on her feet. “What is it?”

John crouched down to be eye level with her, and she produced a velvet box from her vest pocket. “Da and I had a big talk,” she said, gravely serious. “About what it means for Da to get married. And he asked me if I wanted to have a Da and a stepfather, or if I wanted to have two Da’s. And I thought about it,” Brianna said heavily, and Jamie had to stifle a laugh. “And I decided that I wanted a Da, and a Daddy.” She clumsily opened the box, and Jamie swelled with pride. He’d taken her with him when he bought John’s ring, and she’d picked the charm herself: a silver circle that read Daddy.

“Do you wanna be my Daddy, John?” Brianna asked. “That means you go to court and tell the judge you wanna adopt me. Do you wanna?”

“Oh, sweetheart…” John’s voice broke, and he cupped Brianna’s face in both his hands. “Being your Daddy would make me the happiest man in the whole world.”

Brianna broke into an enormous grin, and she bit her lip.

“Go on, leannan. Put the chain on.”

Brianna followed her father’s lead and removed the necklace from its box, draping it over John’s head.

“I shall wear this forever, and never take it off.” John solemnly swore, holding the charm over his heart.

“Good.” Brianna nodded curtly, and the two men laughed.

“Give him a hug, lass,” Jamie urged through his laughter.

Brianna giggled and threw her arms around John’s neck, and John held her tightly, kissing her temple.

“I’ve always wanted a daughter, Brianna,” John whispered reverently. “You’ve just made my dream come true.”

Brianna pulled away so that they were still holding each other, but now she could see his face. “I don’t think I ever dreamed of having two Da’s. But it’s cool now that I do.”

Both men laughed out loud. “Oh, is it now?” John asked.

“Aye,” Brianna said. “I like it.”

“Well, I’m very glad to hear it.” John kissed her forehead.

“Come on, you two,” Jamie said. “Let’s get back to the house and give everyone the news.”

With that, Jamie and John walked back through the heather, each holding one of Brianna’s hands, lifting her up and swinging her between them, laughing together. As a family.

Thank you, Sassenach. For your blessing.

[nothingbutimagines]

Elizabeths (Chapter I)

Pairing: Bad boy!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing, death, mentions of suicide

Summary: Y/n is part of her high school’s most powerful and most popular clique, but she disapproves of the other girls’ behavior. When Y/n meets the new boy in school, Peter Parker, and begins dating him, what she has known to be her clique begins to unravel. Starting with the death of the clique leader, Liz Allan, one by one, people Y/n doesn’t like begin to die by her and Peter’s hands. Soon, she realizes that Peter is killing students he hates and begins to try to foil his plans, all while clashing with the new clique leader, Elizabeth “Betty” Brant.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is a Peter Parker AU I thought of doing. It’s a Heathers AU!!! This is going to follow a similar plot to Heathers, but of course, I won’t keep everything the exact same. Here, we meet our protaganist, Y/n, and our love interest, JD Peter.

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Dear Diary, 

Today, Liz told me she teaches people about “real life”. 

She said, “Real life sucks losers dry. If you wanna fuck with the eagles, you gotta learn to fly.” 

I asked, “So you teach people how to fly?” 

She said, yes. 

I said, “You’re beautiful.”

“Y/n,” a voice pulled you away from your writing as they kicked your side. 

You pulled your glasses off and looked up at the owner of the yellow skirt and white tights that kicked you. 

“What the fuck, Lizzie?” You snapped, pushing Lizzie Jones’ foot away from you. 

“Sorry, Y/n. Liz needs you in the commons. She said it’s urgent. Back me up, Betty.” 

“Yeah, Y/n, Liz said you have to hit the commons pronto.” Betty stammered, her arms tight around her books.

“Fine. I’m coming.” You rose from your spot on the stairs and followed the other girls. “Do you know what it’s about?”

Lizzie looked back at you. “How the hell am I supposed to know? She just said to get you.”

As you turned the corner and into the madhouse that was the common area, you caught sight of the brown hair that was tied back with a red scrunchie.

“Hello, Liz.” You spoke softly, almost submissive to the girl. 

“Y/n, there you are.” Liz smiled, her voice sickly sweet which made you think she’d want something from you.

If you knew anything about Liz Allan, it was that she always, always was nice when she wanted something from you. 

“What is it you need, Liz?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I need you to help me get into Brad’s email to send Ass-trid Dumptruck. I want you to help me write a hot and heavy but realistically low-key essay that Astrid can’t help but read right now.”

“Liz, I don’t have anything against Astrid Dunstock.” 

“You don’t have anything for her, either.” Liz replied, shoving the laptop into your hands. “Just get into the email so I can write her a sexy letter to fuel her shower nozzle masturbation for weeks.”

“Let me think about it.”

“Don’t think.” Liz scoffed. “Just do it.”

You groaned as the other girls giggled, holding the laptop in one arm and attempting to type with the other. You furrowed your brow as you took in a deep breath, annoyed at your own inability to fight against peer pressure. 

“Betty, Y/n can’t possibly type with one hand. Bend over so she can work.” Liz smirk.

Betty gave you a look as you mouthed that you were sorry before the girl bent over in front of you and you began to type on the laptop, finding your way to Brad’s email. 

This wasn’t the first time Liz was having you send emails from Brad’s account, so you already knew the password, mumbling to yourself about how ignorant Liz could be as you pulled up the draft email page. 

“Alright, Liz. You’re in.” 

“Why don’t you type it up, Y/n? My nails just got done and it’s hard to type with them.” Liz said, wiggling her fingers in front of you, her nails long and sharp like claws and done in her signature red color. 

You knew she was lying, as she could never tell the truth. She just didn’t want to have the evidence trailed back to her. 

“Come on, Liz. I don’t want to do this.” You said, throwing your arms down and turning to the other girl.

“Do you think I give a shit?” Liz snapped back. “Just write the fucking email and then we can move on with our lives. Besides, you’re the only one who could possibly get down Brad’s diction.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You mumbled as you turned around, feeling Betty giggle from beneath you. 

“Would you like to speak up, Y/n?” Liz asked, moving to look at you from the side.

You gave her a smirk. “No, Liz. Now, why don’t you tell me what to write?”

Liz cleared her throat before speaking softly, her lips brushing against the hair by your ear, her breath hot and her voice soft, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Okay, Y/n, why don’t we keep it short and simple? Get in and get out, just like Brad would.” Liz said. 

“And you know that all too well.” 

You could feel Liz press her sharp nail into your cheek, the pressure so sharp you thought she was about to draw blood. Your proud attitude quickly diminished as she huffed, taking her nail off your face as you sighed and quickly typed up the email. 

“Alright. I’m done writing.” You announced, straightened up as you picked the laptop off of Betty’s back, and handed the laptop to Liz. “Just hit send and Astrid will get it right away.” 

“Come on people, let’s give that leftover lunch money to people without lunches! Those tater tots you threw away are a delicacy in Africa! Their Thanksgiving dinner!” You could hear Ned scream into the crowd of students in the common area as you took a seat beside LIz at your regular lunch table. 

“God, aren’t they fed yet?” Lizzie asked, taking a bite out of a french fry she took off your plate before flinging it back down on the plate, the ketchup splattering on the rest of your food. “Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa?”

“Oh, yeah. Pilgrims, Indians, tater tots.” You replied as you ate the other half of the french fry, “I heard it’s a real party continent.”

Liz rustled in her bag beside you, gaining your attention as you watched her pull out a clipboard and slam it down on the table. She gave you a smile as she proudly flipped her hair over her shoulder while she watched your face fall and you internally groaned. 

“Y/n, guess what time it is?” 

“Ouch, lunchtime poll.” You guessed, setting down the milk carton in your hand as you turned to her. “So, what’s the question?”

“Yeah, what’s the question?” Betty asked, earning a swift kick from Liz.

“Goddamn, Betty, you were on FaceTime with me when I thought of it.”

“Oh, right. I forgot.”

“Such a pillowcase.” Liz scoffed, pulling you up with her as she stood up and began leading you through the crowded tables and into the large aisle of the common room. 

“This wouldn’t be about that bizarre dream you had the other night that were blabbing about on the phone would-”

“Oh, shut up. It is.” Liz cut you off. “I told Ned if he gave me another political topic, I would spit on him and he said if I didn’t want to do that, I’d have to think of my own poll.” 

You shook your head, looking away from her as you scanned the large room. Your eyes landed on a boy you’ve never seen before, and being in a small town, a guy that looked like him, you would’ve recognized. 

He caught your gaze, the boy who reminded you of James Dean as he slouched in his blue plastic chair, his leather jacket puffing out to the side to reveal the simple t-shirt he was wearing underneath. You couldn’t tell if it was the swooped dark brown hair or the Rebel Without a Cause lunchbox sat in front of him that made you think of the long dead actor, but the boy certainly knew how to get anyone’s attention. 

Transfixed on the boy across the room, you felt a sharp pain in your knee as you crashed into the blue chair of one Cindy Moon. You grunted softly, your hand reaching towards your knee as you bent down to rub it soothingly. 

Cindy turned, pulling her cardigan sweater tightly around her as the rest of her less stylish friends also turned as well, causing you to blush as you straighten up slightly, still a bit bent over as Cindy studied you for a moment. 

“Oh gosh, sorry, Y/n.”

“Oh, Cindy…” You replied softly, the embarrassment hinting in your tone. “I’m, uh, sorry I didn’t make it to your birthday party last month.”

“That’s okay,” Cindy shook her head, “Your mom said you had a big date. Hell, I’d miss my own birthday party for a date.” 

You laughed lightly with her for a moment, glancing over at Liz who was growing impatient as she watched the interaction.

“Don’t say that.” You playfully hit Cindy’s shoulder. 

“Oh, Y/n/n, while you’re here, I found this the other day.” Cindy beamed, picking up her purse and rummaging through it until she pulled out a photo and handed it to you. “I think it's Halloween in second grade.”

“Oh, where we got so sick from the candy that a single spin on that carousel at the Halloween fair-”

“-had us throwing up uncontrollably.” Cindy laughed as she finished your sentence, the warm interaction between you two cut prematurely by Liz’s swift swing pulling you away and causing you to drop the photo.

“Hey, I was talking to someone!” You snapped, tearing away from her. 

“Color me impressed. I thought you were finished playing Barbies with Cindy Moon.” Liz snapped. 

If you didn’t know her any better, you’d have thought Liz was somehow jealous of your interaction with Cindy. 

You followed her like a duckling, almost prancing to keep up with her as you approached the Country Club. You hated them just as much as the next, the daddy’s money boys and girls who were so pretentious they dressed as if they were always at the country club, hence their name. 

“Oh, great, here comes Liz.” You could hear Brittany say as you and Liz approached.

You could feel Liz’s unabashed false pleasantness radiating off of her. You hated the Country Club as much as the next guy, but never as much as Liz Allan did. 

“Hi, Brittany, love the blouse. Oh, let me steal a tater.” Liz greeted, her tone the same sickly sweet as the one she had had with you earlier in the lunch period. 

Brittany watched with a similar fake smile plastered on her face as Liz turned her back to her, now facing you as she pushed the tater tot into her mouth with a single finger, doing a vomiting gesture before chewing and swallowing the tater tot and turning to Brittany and her group. 

“Thanks. I got it at H&M.” Brittany smiled, turning to her group and back at Liz. “I totally blew my allowance.”

“That’s pretty very. Now check this out, David Dobrik gives you a Tesla and $2 million dollars and the same day you get to be on his channel, aliens come to earth and say they’ll blow up the planet in two days. What are you going to do?”

The table looked stunned for a moment and you watched as Flash chuckled, leaned back in his chair and put his sunglasses on. You rolled your eyes at the dramatic action as he started to speak. 

“That’s easy. I’d just hand the wad over to my father. He has the best stock broker in the state. And then I would take that Tesla out for a joyride. Just me, babes, and a car to drive while I fuck a chick in the passanger’s seat.”

“How charming.” You rolled your eyes. “The world will be Pompeii in two days and you’re going to invest your money?”

“Man, my father’s broker could triple it, double it in two days.”

“If I had that money,” Brittany cut in, “I’d give it all to the poor.”

“Wow. You’re beautiful.” You smiled with a nod as Liz jerked you by the arm, pulling you away from the flabbergasted Brittany.

“If you’re openly going to be a bitch…”

“I’m sorry, it’s just why can’t we talk to other kinds of people?” Your voice coming out whinier than you anticipated. 

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa to you?” Liz asked, her tongue sharp as you walked alongside her. “If I did, I wouldn't mind talking to the Geek Squad.”

Your gaze followed along the extended arm and pointer finger of Liz’s body as you both made eye contact with one of the boys at the table, causing him to spill his milk all over himself in shock. 

“Oh my god, Elizabeth Number One just made eye contact with me.” He blurted out, stumbling over his words as another boy chuckled.

“It must be love.” The other one replied before you tore your gaze away from them and looked up at Liz, who always seemed to tower over you with her bright red high heeled boots. 

“Doesn’t it bother you that everyone at school thinks you’re a piranha?” You confront her, her eye roll in response making you feel like back peddling what you said.

“Like I give a shit.” She snapped so matter-of-factly. “They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I’m worshipped at Midtown and I’m only a junior.” 

You groaned. “Just pretend you’re doing charity work. Like saving a couple of oiled up penguins in the Dawn commercials. Like this shit will look good on college essays.” 

Liz looked at you in surprise, returning your statement with an eye roll as you had her convinced and she knew it. “Whatever. I don’t believe this shit. We’re going to a Columbia University party and I’m brushing up my conversational skills with the scum of the school.”

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I want to kill Liz Allan. She’s such a bitch saying, “I’m tall, dark, and beautiful. I’m such an individual because I look like a girl in a toothpaste commercial. I’m so hot Post Malone wanted to see my tits for backstage passes.” Damn, you Liz. You’re not special or a princess. All teenagers are the same. Didn’t you see Breakfast Club? 

You pull the clipboard from Liz’s arms as you guide her to the Geek Squad with your hand on her lower back, in a similar way to how your father would push you along in lines at the grocery store. You two stood there awkwardly for a moment before elbowing Liz, causing her to jump. 

“Alright. This is called a lunchtime poll. We ask you a question, you answer honestly. Now, David, whatever his name is, gives you a Tesla and 2 million dollars. When you go to do the big youtube thing, aliens come to the earth and say they’re going to blow it up in two days. What do you do?” Liz muttered, her attitude more sour than it was only moments before. 

“I’d go to the Pyramids.” Brian replied, the bony head of the Geek Squad. “With a girl.”

“Where are you going to get the girl?” the boy beside him asked. “Amazon?”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile as you looked at another boy. “What about you, Lucas?”

“I told you she knew my name.” He muttered to Brian, who in turn, elbowed him in the side. “I’d change my life. Get a new haircut, new clothes, revamp like in She’s All That.” 

“How sad!” Liz exclaimed. “Blowing all your cash to make up for a lack of popularity. And the reference to a chick flick! Did you see it with your mom? Or your new boyfriend?” 

You grabbed Liz by the arm and yanked her from the table and into the large aisle again, right where she had scolded you only minutes before. 

“If you’re openly going to be a bitch…” You trailed off, your tone harsh as Lizzie approached. 

“Ass-trid’s reading the email, you’re going to want to see this.” Lizzie laughed, grabbing you both by the wrists and dragging you behind her as she beelined to where Betty stood, back up against a pillar. 

“Oh god, here we go!” Betty giggled as you four began to watch. 

You suddenly felt sick. You wanted nothing to do with what was about to happen as Astrid rose from her seat at her empty lunch table and made her way towards the Jocks, where Brad sat, munching on his tater tots. You couldn’t understand what Astrid was saying as she pointed to her phone screen, allowing Brad to read it. You flinched as the boy erupted in laughter, food and spit flying from their mouths as they howled, leaving Astrid to run away in horror, leaving you with a pit in your stomach as you jumped away from your friends and into Ned’s table. 

“A penny for your thoughts! But, a dollar could save a life! Hi, Y/n. A five keeps the neighborhood alive! But, a ten will bring back the dead!” Ned shouted, the little chant ringing in your ears as you made eye contact with the James Dean boy again, his look as horrified as your own. 

Liz shoves a twenty dollar bill into Ned’s hand as she approaches you. 

“Shut up.” She orders as the boy grows quiet. “You wanted to be part of the most powerful clique in school and if I wasn’t already the head of it, I’d want the same thing.” 

“I’m sorry, what are you going on about?” You snapped, turning to her. 

“You heard me. That episode with the email back there was for us all to enjoy, but for some reason you are determined to ruin my day.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me fix that.” You replied before laughing mockingly. “We made a girl consider suicide! What a laugh! What a scream! I’ve never seen something so funny!”

“Come on, you jerk. You used to have a sense of humor.”

You let Liz guide you back to where Lizzie and Betty stood, talking about whatever book Betty had begun reading as your eyes landed back on the boy you’d found yourself so infatuated with. 

“God, Y/n, drool much?” Lizzie asked, as Liz groaned. “His name’s Peter Parker. He’s in my American History class.”

“Give me back the clipboard.” You ordered, pulling the clipboard from Liz’s hands. 

You sauntered away from the girls, scoffing as Lizzie began making oinking and sexual sounds in your direction and by how fast they were cut off, you knew Liz had probably slapped the other girl to get her to stop. 

“Well, hello, Peter Parker.” You greeted, stopping at a halt on the other side of his table. 

Now standing in front of the boy, you realized he looked less like James Dean and more like a young Jaime Bell.

“Greetings and Salutation. Call me Peter. Are you an Elizabeth?” He asked, the smile on his face a bit cocky. 

You chuckled, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “No, I’m a Y/n. L/n. This may sound like a stupid question…”

“There are no stupid questions.”

“Okay. Get this, David Dobrik gives you 2 million dollars and a Tesla and on the same day he’s supposed to give it to you in a youtube video, aliens invade earth and say they’re going to blow up the planet in two days. What do you do?”

Peter chuckles, his laugh light and airy as he runs a hand through his hair. 

“That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.” He replies, his brow rising as he answers the question curiously. “Probably would just row a boat out into the middle of the lake. Bring along my sax, a bottle of tequila, and some Bach.” 

“How very.” 

“Come on, Y/n!” Lizzie calls from behind you. 

“I’ll be right there! God!” You roll your eyes as you yell, turning your attention back to Peter. “Duty calls. Bye.”

“Later.” 

Dear Diary, 

I take back what I said about killing Liz Allan. I don’t think I’m ready for jail just yet, not with a boy like Peter Parker around. Maybe we’re not all the same after all. 

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❛ to hell with it. ❜ / hi 💛for lulu from smokey four word sentence starters.

One could count on the hands these moments. To sink into euphoria, to swim away from the trouble, all to return to a peaceful shore. Where sunshine brings comfort to those bathing in the day, the sun finds hers at night; resting in a bundle of seaside fog, breathing in the scent of heavy smoke. And perhaps it was always meant to be this way, pressed into another’s warmth at the end of a day. Once upon a time this was more than simply a passing dream. But she would have to rise again, brilliant enough to face the morning, its troubles ripping apart pretty ribbons of light.

Truly this was a curse. Lulubelle wanted nothing more than to live. Her heart ached for this comfort every day. Life was meant to be a gift and yet the world had constantly torn the present from her. The pain of it would be overwhelming on any other night.

Soft pecks stain his skin red, an undefined path of kiss marks telling of a journey along his figure. She seeks to know him more and more with every trip. There was only so much time, but she would always treat theirs as though it were unending.

❝ Coming around? Or just the former? ❞ 

She smiles at her own indecency, embracing his choice, a shiver as hands forgo the blind process of undoing the dress from the front to fling its slit open. No mind given to the soft tearing of silk, hardly enough to be considered damage, focused only on the fingers that fill her. Half a thought to drip tease against lips spills over instead as quivering moans. With what unoccupied will remains she sees the favor returned, mindful of nails, slipping in and out of him until the force of his passion bests the carnal beast and she begins to surrender. Slowly the feeling begins to overtake sense, light spasms tugging legs and arching the back. It takes focus she doesn’t have, pulled from the depths of blanking thought, to pull down on his shoulders, strength free and unrestrained. Lips meeting again only to be pried open, she pours loud ecstasy down his throat until the climax calms, wetting fingers and slipping down into the crevices of his palm. The breath she takes upon finally pulling away is heavy - desperate - as if it were the first she had ever taken. Failed diction finally returns whole, relishing in the faint twitch of the hand stuck underneath her. ❝ We lose battles to win wars, ❞ a shaky whisper against the ear now subject to the sweet nothings welling up in her chest. Her free hand finds a resting place upon his chest, eyes closing as cheek rests against cheek. ❝ You are such a handsome man when you’re honest. I would give anything to see you smile. ❞ Affectionate is the nuzzle that follows, as if romance hides the fact they are trapped within one another. ❝ You deserve happiness. ❞

[exit-goat]

The Barber Boys — HC what their relationship is like

Welp, no one asked for this but I could not get this idea out of my head all day, so here it is. Here are some head canons of what Charlie and Andy Barber’s relationship is like as brothers, enjoy lol

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story) and Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Charlie and Andy are half brothers, sharing the same Mum. Andy is the oldest, but only by 2 years.

Marianne met and married Andy’s dad, William, when she was a young woman but they soon had many problems. Marianne left Connecticut for a while, leaving a one year old Andy with his father. She ended up in Indiana, where she met Charlie’s dad. They had a fling, resulting in a pregnancy. Marianne knew she couldn’t come home pregnant so she had Charlie, fully intending on leaving to go home as soon as she could. But, she stayed and she cared for Charlie for about a year before returning to Connecticut.

Growing up, Andy knew about Charlie and even saw pictures of him that their mum would get in the mail from Charlie’s dad. She would tell Andy all these stories about his sweet baby brother who would have to grow into his ears

As a kid, Andy desperately wished he had a brother. He wanted someone his own age to play with and to bond with. Every time he whined about it, his mother would gently remind him that he did have a brother out in Indiana.

Charlie knew a little bit about Andy, but not a lot. Basically all Charlie knew was that he existed and was out there in the world somewhere. His dad never talked about Andy much when Charlie was growing up, and when his dad did he made a twisted up face like it disgusted him to even think about it.

Charlie stopped asking about his brother at a young age, and eventually stopped asking about his mum too.

Marianne and Charlie kept in touch when Charlie was growing up, even saw her a couple of times throughout the years too. But when Andy’s father went to prison, she stopped coming.

Eventually, Charlie and his mum lost touch completely when Charlie moved out to New York in his early 20’s. Andy lost touch with his mum around the same time when he went to school in Boston.

Andy and Charlie didn’t meet until their late 20’s. Andy had reached out to Charlie, telling him that their mum had taken ill and wanted to see both her children together just once before she passed on. Charlie didn’t really want to go, he didn’t know his mum very well and he sure as hell didn’t know his half-brother.

It did peak Charlie’s interest though, meeting his brother and seeing his mother again. With a little convincing and maybe a little guilt tripping too, Nicole got Charlie to agree to go to Connecticut for a couple of days.

It was weird for all parties involved, Charlie knew virtually nothing about Andy and Andy knew about Charlie’s childhood, but nothing beyond that. Needless to say they did not have a lot to talk about and didn’t know where to even start.

Their mother made them promise to keep in touch after this brief excursion, stating that “one should never be without family and you two have been estranged for long enough.”

Regardless of the fact that neither son had a great relationship with their mother, she was one tough cookie and had a real mean (yet loving, in a real motherly way) glare in her eyes. Neither one of the boys wanted to piss her off. So, they kept in touch after their visit to Connecticut.

Charlie didn’t meet Laurie or Jacob at first. He and Andy showed pictures and exchanged stories about their families. It wasn’t until a couple of months later, that both families finally got together.

Andy and his family were doing a cross country road trip that summer when they stopped for a couple days in New York to see one of Charlie’s plays on opening night. The families got together for dinner the next day. Henry and Jacob got along well, despite the slight age gap. They entertained one another all through dinner which gave their parents a chance to talk and connect.

Laurie and Nicole got along well and they even conspired to make sure their families stayed in touch, knowing that neither of their husband’s would put in the effort to do so. They commented quietly to one another that “they guard themselves to closely to ever let anyone knew in.” And “that it must run in the family.”

Neither Andy nor Charlie were too keen on seeing their wives whispering, knowing that they were up to no good.

Even though they were states away, the two brothers would text back and forth every now and then, talking about things like the weather or sports or movies, asking if they shared any odd habits or gestures, trying to figure out how much of themselves were from their mother and how much of themselves they shared between each other

On birthdays, they would call one another, sometimes they would FaceTime, but only if Laurie or Nicole twisted the other’s arm enough (Andy was easy to persuade, he’d never disappoint his wife).

The families sent each other holiday cards and gifts. The brothers did their part making sure they kept their mother’s promise and their wives happy.

They got together a couple of times afterwards, but only when their schedules lined up. Charlie and Andy got along well, despite being from two entirely different worlds. Charlie would reach out to Andy if he ever needed information, about certain laws and to explain the legal jargon, for a play he was working on. And Andy would sometimes run his opening and closing arguments by Charlie. Andy wanted his opinion on his diction, turn of phrase, but only to address the more preformative aspects of stating a case in front of a judge and jury.

When Andy heard about Charlie’s divorce he calls, offering to send him a list of good lawyers in LA, or to offer a second opinion at a moments notice, almost immediately. Andy said, “I may not specialize in family law but I know a fair bit, so if anything doesn’t quite make sense or sit right with you, give me a call.” “I won’t even bill you.” He joked lightly over the phone.

Charlie appreciated the offer, and he did enjoy the joke even if he didn’t outwardly show it.

During the divorce, Charlie took up Andy’s offer only once. It was when he was reading the final divorce agreement, the last document he would have to look over before ending this nightmare, finally.

It was late in LA and Charlie was exhausted, drained mentally physically and emotionally. He dialed his brother’s number without thinking and didn’t even realize it until he heard his name being called out through the speaker.

Andy and Charlie definitely respect each other, and even though they might not admit it out loud, they both enjoy having each other in their lives. They might even go so far and say that they were missing something in their lives before they met each other

Ok, ok I’m done now lmao

tags: @hardlyinteresting @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

[sanguinesacrament]

🥝🍊🍑[ please infodump about the babe ]

That’s the nicest thing you could have said with your ask--

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits, interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?  

Some might consider their interest in divination strange? The Somatics are, by design, unorthodox beings, and Sanguis would be no different. I’ve always thought the way they spoke was a bit archaic and odd (that is, even in Adenfel standards where I try to give an older diction to most people.) Sanguis also likes snakes and crabs, which I can see being strange. 

In general, aside from interests, their mind is habitually in an airy place I don’t think everyone can immediately follow. This is not even touching on the fact of how they behave when it comes to others and their habit of withdrawing from conversations about their personal past. As for their strange body, though, that’s not something that pries at history too much, and they will discuss its unusual features if asked. 

🍊  :    does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?  

There’s a lot to unpack here. Yes. Yes and no. Sanguis wants to be loved by someone else. They do not feel lovable but they optimist in them is holding out for that “someday” when they do. Sanguis would never seek it out, they don’t feel ready to, and they wholeheartedly believe it will come their way when it is ready/will develop over time, and they may never expect who it is at first. They’ve submitted to this. 

Love life at present? Absent of one, really. Sanguis usually only has one budding love interest at a time on this blog--not intentionally, it’s just a slow developing process and rare of them to admit. In the past with interactions they tried to play like they loved some people because they cling to whatever rare affection they find. But that was not love, and Sanguis knows when it isn’t. Even in this instance where they think they may actually be in love with someone....if people have been reading those interactions over time...wink wonk...Sanguis has been more daunted than excited. They’re so worried they’ll make a mistake by loving someone and/or they’ll be disappointed.

Honestly, not a lot has changed from this and their pre-war past. Having flings with people just to feel special, but developing few real romances. One...was definitely a huge mistake...but the other wasn’t. They actually had a family at some point with a good person. Sanguis feels like that person too failed them, yes, but moreso that they themself failed their partner and their family.

🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?  

Because of their circumstances, Sanguis doesn’t really dress up much unless for special occasions. In the past, they would have always dressed ornately, and would have never known the mask. They do still maintain a good hygiene and wear flattering scents, bathing with fragrant washes. That may also be a case where they reserve better scents for an occasion.

Sanguis’ face is a vantablack-like wash of black, and reflects no contour or shadow. So they don’t wear makeup. Their shadowy hair, however, is similar in composition to their wings and has enough weight where it can be styled. Not every Somatic angel even has hair, but something about showing and decorating their hair strikes me as more a look an unmarried/younger individual may do. It’s typically covered unless they’re undressed. 

For special clothing, they do have some pretty robes and a variety of jewelry.

[kyrie-silverwings]

What Monster Protects You?

Kyrie Silverwings: The Kelpie

A magnificent soot-black stallion stands at the water's edge. His coat is glossy and sleek, his eyes burning with unseen intelligence. He nickers softly, not in fear... in an invitation. This is the curious lure of a Kelpie. A malevolent water spirit hailing from Scottish origins. Their thick coat has supernatural qualities to it. A certain stickiness that like a spider's web, entangles the prey so the kelpie can drag its victims into the water, drowning them. The sole survivors of kelpie attacks have been those who cut off their hands or fingers in an attempt to escape from its sticky fur. The kelpie scatters its victim's entrails around the edges of its body of water, a sort of trophy for its accomplishments. Almost as if it is proud. Proud to be the cause for so much misery. You are an enchanting individual. Whether or not you choose to speak, what you do say has those listening leaning in. You are free-spirited, wandering. Or maybe you are just running from something. Commitment, responsibility, stress. Often times it is hard to tell the difference. Nevertheless, you are someone who cannot be chained down. You are constantly seeking other options, exploring other ways. It is your free spirit which connects the kelpie to you. Maybe it envies your freedom, it is forever chained to the river whereas you are free to journey where you please. It longs to be by your side, to guide you through life's turmoils. Just be warned. There are a few things the Kelpie cannot protect you from. 

Curiosity can get the best of you, just as it has so many before you...

Kyrien Silverwings: The Caladrius

The shadows are the safest place... They are the place no one will think to look for you. With an unassuming external facade of a simple white bird, the caladrius does not seem like something to pay particular attention to. However, this creature hailing from Roman mythos is capable of a miracle like no other: healing the sick. ​​The caladrius nestles down on the chests of the diseased and ailing, its fantastical feathers absorb the ailment from the sick. With a mighty caw, it rides skyward, flinging itself and the sickness into the sun's blazing fury. It sacrifices itself for the betterment of others. This is the true beauty of the caladrius. You don't seem like much... You're average. You have always been easily overlooked. The minority. Never had a problem blending into the crowd for a large part of you life. Maybe you have never been the type to readily accept a compliment. Whatever your reason, for a while you were content like this. You are fiercely loyal to your friends, maybe you would even die for them. Beneath your meek demeanour is a burning spirit. One that will not stand to watch other's suffering. The caladrius notices your flame and strives to preserve it. It understands that sometimes, you need to care for yourself before you care for others. Under its protection, you may sense who you can trust and who you should avoid. Just be wary of whom you choose to use your gifts for...

Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.

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[thedarkestdragonknight]

More random Picrew Jacques attempts. I... do not know about that last one... it honestly scares me a bit but I enjoyed making it >.>

Dollmaker 1 >> HERE << Dollmaker 2 >> HERE << Dollmaker 3 >> HERE <<

So I’m just gonna fling these at... @talechaser-ffxiv @theaetherhealerffxiv @benes-diction @skyysinger and just... whoever might see this and want to steal them and poke at them for funsies :V