#I saw it at least 10 times when I was younger I was so obsessed

[lovely-v]

Disney just doesn’t make shit like The Sorcerer’s Apprentice anymore

[wpdarlingpan]

will you do a platonic yandere older brother coriolanis (I think that’s how u spell it lol) snow x a sibling! reader ? and he kidnapped them? also it can be fem or gn. have a good day/night!!

I love this idea! And thank you so much I also hope you have a good day/night.

I’m open to doing a part 2 since this is somewhat short if enough people like this storyline. I’m curious on where it could go.

His Little Snowflake ❄️

Platonic Yandere Coriolanus Snow x Younger Sister

Female Pronouns

Word count: 1.1 K

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, mentions of murder

Coriolanus wasn’t an only child, albeit he was the oldest. He had a little sister named Y/N. She wasn’t as known as he was, after all he was the heir to the snow name and ‘fortune’ so it wasn’t up to her to preserve the name.

When Corio found out he was going to have a little sibling, he was indigent. He knew he would keep all of the rights being the oldest but the idea of having to share with a sibling was torture in his mind.

That was until he saw them.

His mother died in childbirth after having the baby. When his father came home with her, he was prepared to loath the baby that took away his mother, even if she wasn’t the best one.

But one look into the baby’s eyes something shifted.

Corio was the one to look after his sister when his father passed away.

Tigres would always offer to help while Grand’mam claimed she was too old to care for her.

He didn’t care, this was His sibling. His responsibility. His little snowflake.

When the 10th annual hunger games began and he was forced to mentor, it took up some time. With having to write the proposal for the Doctor and being a mentor to Lucy Gray he barely had time for his little sister. He blamed everyone else for the situation. If a teacher kept him after class? That teacher would have something unfortunate happen to them.

He could just give up but he was obsessed with his little sister getting the life she deserved so he had to win the money by any means possible.

Everyday when he got home from all of his duties, he’d go to her room.

“Corio!” She squealed happily running into his open arms. She would jump as high as she could to try and wrap her arms around his neck but it would often end up with him having to bend over as she wrapped around him like a koala.

“Hello Snowflake, I miss you today.” Thats what he’d always say. That fact that he missed her was true but he would also say it to prompt her to say it back. After all didn’t she miss him just as much?

“I missed you too!” Then she’d ramble about her day to him. Not noticing as his scowl as she talked about her friends since the second she’d look up at him he’d change it to a soft smile.

All you needed was each other and he firmly believed that. Maybe Tigres on the occasion when absolutely necessary but she was a cousin. You are his little sister.

“You need to distance yourself from them, it sounds like they are bad influences”

“That doesn’t sound very nice of them, I think you should stop talking to them.”

“A boy? You’re too young. They’ll old hurt you. Do you want to be hurt? Don’t you trust me?”

Those are just a few things he’d say to try and turn the favor back to him through gaslighting and guilt tripping. Of course it always worked. Y/N loved her older brother, she couldn’t not trust him.

With all of the cheating Coriolanus did to make Lucy Gray win it wasn’t that much of a surprise he was caught, at least to everyone else but him. He was too focused on winning that the idea of getting caught was child’s play.

Now they wanted to take him away from you. He simply couldn’t allow that to happen. The idea of not seeing you every minute was distressing to him but for 10 years as he is sent away to the districts? He would kill everyone in his path back to the capital.

So in order to prevent that he did what he does best, manipulate.

First of all he had to get Y/N.

~*~

Bursting into her room he saw her where she usually was, sitting at her desk coloring.

“Y/N!” He spoke urgently as he ran around to pack some clothes “Get ready. We need to leave.”

Y/N saw the panicked look on his face he tried to hide, making her panic about what was happening. Or course she wasn’t told about his treachery, he would murder whoever painted him in anything other than a perfect light to his little sister.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain later, we are going away for awhile.”

“What about Tigres? Grand’mam?”

“They are staying here.”

She was in shock, leaving her family? Her young mine couldn’t process the fact even if she would be with her older brother. It was natural to be scared of change.

And this would change everything.

“I can’t leave them!” Coriolanus was delusional and would hope they would accept to leaving but he planned for the rare possibility of them not.

“Please don’t make me do this the hard way. You want to be with your older brother right? It’s the two of us against the world remember?” She nodded with tears in her eyes as she hugged her little tiger stuffed animal “I have to leave, and I’m not leaving without you. I love you.”

“But-but” Y/N began to stutter out but Corio knew he was losing a lot of time. So he grabbed some sleeping powder he found in Dr. Volumnia’s office and lightly blew it into her face as he caught her as she began to sway on her feet.

“What’s happening-“

“You’ll be okay I swear, we will be okay. We just need to go away for awhile.”

~*~

He somehow convinced everyone he came across that he was allowed to bring her with him. Sure it took some convincing for some but the way he could talk circles around people make them give in pretty quickly.

Then he paid the transfer worker money to send him to district 12.

In no way did he trust Lucy Gray with his little sister, but he didn’t want you to see him killing people nor did he want her left alone for any of those district people to get ahold of and poison her little mind. But he didn’t have a choice so he had to go to the person who is his only option. After all her oh so kind heart wouldn’t allow her to get hurt. That is if Lucy Gray was still alive.

When Y/N woke up she was in the arms of her brother as he brought her into his individual room in the barracks due to his higher standing.

“Where are we?”

“Welcome to district 12 my little snowflake. Nothing can get between us now.”

And he meant it. Even if it meant getting a few people killed along the way and sending his best friend to the hanging tree after he suggested she return back to the capital.

[jeanmoreautemple]

Can I ask for your AFTG characters ranking? Or your top 10?

Hii this has been sitting in my inbox for days I’m so sorry😭😭 college is killing me

This more like a list of who I wanna see more of in the future but here we go:

1. Jean —> idk when or how it started but he’s been living rent free in my head for months. He has all my favorite tropes.

2. Neil —> he’s like my first born I was OBSESSED with him and I still am but yk JEAN

3. Jeremy —> if he didn’t have a POV or if he had been just a regular sunshiny guy he wouldn’t have made it this high but he’s so MYSTERIOUS and LOVING.

4. Kevin—> Most complex character along with Jean, he will always intrigue me. Broken chosen one trope. Him and Jean are the characters that affect my brain chemistry the most, and for the worse.

5. Cat—> she has my name and ethnicity so. Even though she’s just a regular cute lesbian I just can’t help but love her big sis role to Jean.

6. Andrew —> I used to love him more I swear. Pre TSC he would have made it top 3. But my priorities have changed and if you pay attention this is a Jean protection squad list now

7. Renee and Allison —> they share this spot cause I love Allison’ mean rich gurl attitude and scenes and the story with her janitor grandpa🥺 but she’s not very relevant. And while I found Renee kinda mid and bland in the og trilogy (cause she was always calm and under control, and was very religious) I loved her in the extra stories (her calmness finally broke when she saw Jean) and in TSC. I love her role in Jean’s story.

8. Aaron —> I like him but only for his dynamic (angst) with Andrew and aversion to Neil. Other than being cynical and (rightfully sad).

9. Matt and Dan. —> I like them too mostly for caring about Neil right off the bat but I’m not really interested in them.

9. Nicky —> My least favorite fox. He’s very loving to Andrew and Aaron and I really appreciate him for that. Butttttt he was very weird in the first book and he kept making some weird comments about his younger cousin who just was SAd and I know those were other times but still. He’s a good cousin tho.

Thanks for the ask anon please come back soon🙏🏻

[onboardsorasora]

i was thinking could u write a short fic with this prompt: max is talking to some friends (you choose who) and then the topic of young danny comes up, they ask him if he thinks young danny would’ve dated him and he’s like nah, realistically he wouldn’t have looked at me twice. and then, due to magic or idk, he wakes up in the past (u choose if he’s younger or not) and young danny is so into him, like puppy eyes and following him everywhere

Hey bestie, I hope this is good lol 994 wds

Max grinned as Daniel ‘accidentally’ bumped into him on his way out of the press conference room. He watched as the small huddle of journalists followed him to the room that would hold scheduled individual press conferences. He turned back to his conversation to see Lando and Alex rolling their eyes exaggeratedly at him.

“God, you two are gross.” Lando complained, fake puking in the circle of their feet. Alex grinned and it was Max's turn to roll his eyes.

“It's not like that.” Max tried to refute. A familiar refrain that his friends no longer cared to hear.

“Mate, in every universe the two of you would be all over each other.” Alex stated as if reading a factoid from a Snapple bottle.

“Of course, that's not true. I think I would always like Daniel but realistically he maybe would not feel the same way, I think.” Max shook his head while Lando looked like he was trying to physically restrain himself from shaking him.

“Max, mate. You do know that Daniel is like– obsessed with you right? There's no way he wouldn't be the same way if he were younger.”

“Nah. He– nah. It's not like that.” Max waved them off.

Their press officers descended on their group like a pack of sharks and they dispersed to the mercy of the rest of their schedule.

Max didn't give the previous conversation any further thought.

— - —

Max awoke with a soft groan as his alarm went off. He'd had a very weird dream that he could scarcely remember. Kicking the sheets off of his clammy body he made his way to the bathroom.

Going through his morning routine, there were a few things that felt out of place. His room looked the same just… brighter? Newer? Was there an absence of… age in the paint on the wall? The barely there tinge of yellow.

Grabbing his pass and wallet, Max made his way to the restaurant for breakfast.

He noticed quite a few differences along the way, the cityscape looked… smaller. Gone were the highrises that he was used to, they were still under construction. Slowly, Max checked the date on his phone… he was barely able to hold in his reaction.

He was 10 years in the past!

Making his way into the restaurant he bypassed all of the team and track staff milling around, suddenly glad he wore a nondescript T-shirt instead of teamwear.

Ordering his food, he took a seat at a table near the back of the dining room and people watched. There were many faces he recognized and many more that he didn't. People who were on different teams before he was even sniffing at an F1 seat.

Lewis and Nico got up from a table, heads bowed together, giggling at some joke or another. He saw Fernando walk past the restaurant and into the lobby with a model on each arm.

Max ate slowly, taking in everything around him while trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was somehow in the past. He didn't remember doing anything differently the night before, nothing that should have triggered time travel at least.

His thoughts were cut short when Daniel walked into the restaurant. A younger Daniel who looked slightly unsure of himself, not cloaked in the self assurance that Max was used to seeing around him.

He ordered his breakfast and Max took in his cargo pants, and team polo. His hair was long, in his signature fro– a length that Daniel would never let it get to nowadays.

He grabbed his food and Max saw the slow scan of available tables. The telltale look of someone trying to find someone they knew.

This wasn't the Daniel who would just sit anywhere because he would be welcomed everywhere.

Max waved him over, exaggeratedly pointing to the three empty seats around him. He had a large table and wouldn't mind the company. He'd enjoy getting to know this Daniel.

Daniel sat with a shy smile.

“Thank you, thought I was gonna have to like go back up to my room to eat.” He smiled a dimpled smile and Max could see the faint dusting of a blush on his cheeks.

“Oh it is no problem. I have all this space and I don't mind the company.” Max smiled before holding out his hand, “I'm Max.”

“Daniel.”

Daniel tucked into his cereal, and Max listened to the clink of his spoon in the bowl.

“I've never seen you before, are you new in the paddock?” Daniel broke the quiet.

“Just visiting, I think.”

“Are you a driver?”

“Ah, yeah. Of a sort I guess.” Max mumbled, quite unsure how to even begin to explain. It was better not to. He scratched his chin as Daniel narrowed his honey eyes in confusion.

“Do you drive in another series or something?”

“Yes, endurance.”

“Ace. That's fucking amazing.” Daniel was awed and Max felt bashful at the open praise. Not that Daniel didn't do the same regularly, but for some reason it felt more potent receiving it from this Daniel, that didn't know him. That didn't have any affiliation with him in any way.

They continued talking for a little longer, before a young Sebastian Vettel came to collect Daniel to go to the track together.

“I'm sorry I missed breakfast, I had a call.” Seb apologized and Daniel waved him off.

“It's cool, I had great company.”

Max watched them leave, holding his breath when Daniel turned back to look at him. Seb grabbed his attention, which caused Daniel to trip over his legs and blush.

Seb laughed heartily and Daniel glanced back once more before they were out of sight.

Max sat back in his seat, smiling softly. Willing to concede that maybe Daniel would be into him. Maybe he would be brave when he got home and ask Daniel out.

He felt assured that the answer would be yes.

[flash-the-readies]

Calling my younger self out for all the embarrassing things they thought/did when I first started getting into Pink Floyd (I just think I was endearing albeit annoying)

Initially confused them with LED Zeppelin because for some reason my brain put them on a similar tier

Went to watch the Pulse tour DVD … promptly realised it was post-Waters, cried, shut it off immediately, and haven’t seen it since (I actually own a DVD and a VHS tape of the film…both of which were gifts actually)

Saw that Live at Pompeii gif of Roger blowing the smoke rings and just stared at it for a long while promptly falling in love

Didn’t know the Wall was a double album and just assumed the second disc was demos so I never listened to it and would only listen to half the album. Eventually I decided to play the second disc and realised how stupid I was (In the Flesh confused me)

Had an entire wall in my room dedicated to The Wall (I painted out the brick design and had these posters)

Didn’t really care much for the WYWH album (and now it’s my favourite Pink Floyd album..)

FUCKING GAVE AWAY THE IN THE PINK NICK SEDGWICK BOOK BECAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT AND ROGER WAS MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY AND HORRIBLE

Would listen to the Wall at least once a day for months on end especially while sitting alone at lunch

Used the fact that my mum desperately wanted me to make friends to go to a Roger Waters concert with this boy who had a crush on me and then promptly started trying to convert me to Catholicism once he found out I’m atheist, bisexual, and non-binary. Roger Played the Gunner’s Dream for the encore so no regrets there

Had a long and unhealthy obsession with The Final Cut and would play my LP of it at least once a day

Read something about Roger calling the rest of the band “the muffins” and promptly dubbed David “greasy muffin”…and got the rest of my online friends to join in

Wrote endless HCs with a friend about Watershend (Roger Waters x Pete Townshend)… I stand by this one. Sorry

Did a 10 minute presentation on the Wall for a history class when I was…14

Called in sick to school even though my teachers knew I was going to watch Roger Waters in concert

Found a copy of Rick Wright’s Wet Dream on vinyl at a market… had no cash in the moment … asked my friend if they could give me cash and then I’d pay them back later… my friend agreed thinking it was for food (I wasn’t trying to deceive them I promise I just didn’t communicate what that money was for as clearly as I thought I did… but I did pay them back plus a bit extra!) I did get my record tho

Went to Battersea Station…. DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS A FUCKING SHOPPING MALL ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE I FAILED TO DO MY RESEARCH AND DIDN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO GO INSIDE BECAUSE I AM AWKWARD AS HELL… so instead I opted to awkwardly stand around the outside and check out the nearby shops (this is recent ;-;)

I used to draw and would just fill my notebook up with drawing of Pink Floyd (mostly just Roger…)

I am just now remembering how much of my fanart was nose-centric

You know that common trans experience of “trying desperately to live as your assigned gender one last time so you overcompensate before you come out”… well that overlapped with my “ukulele and Syd Barrett let’s dress psychedelic” phase

Have bought way too many pieces of clothing because they remind me of something Roger wore once (I think I’ll make this into it’s own post perhaps)

That’s all I can remember for now. Just feeling nostalgic. I could make a second part of all the most recent cringe shit I’ve done. I’m not laughing at myself I’m laughing with myself. Honestly my younger self was iconic, gotta love her

[quotessharry]

Moth to a Flame (DR3 smut)

Synopsis: she is the team principal of Alpha Tauri and very much in love with her driver, Daniel Ricciardo. Spoiler alert: he loves her too. Spoiler alert no.2: they’re dating

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x F! team principal

Warning: smut, age gap (she is pushing 40 and Daniel is 34)

A/N: lately I’ve been obsessed with the idea of having a secret affiair so here we are!

She was sitting on her chair, watching the cars pulling for their pitstops, she watched as Daniel’s car came inside the pitlane, and before she could blink it was over, she let out the breath she held and turned over , smoothing her long hair when she saw he didn’t drop out of top 10. She took a gulp of her Redbull can and stared at the screen in front of her, putting on the hat to shield herself from the sun and prayed the best for her man.

She walked inside the garage and she was met with pat on her back and murmures of “congratulations” and “good job boss” she smiled and laughed at their comments and brushed it off, it was a good race and Daniel finished 7th, getting his first points of the season and moving them up. The cars pulled into the parc ferme and drivers got out to get weighed. She slumped over the entrance, waiting to catch daniel before he rushes to do his interviews. He showed up, sweat running down his face with big grin plastered on his lips, his brown eyes shining with happiness. She walked to him, patting his back “you did well, Daniel. Nice job” she said with a smile

He bit his lips slightly, his hand on her arm “thanks boss”

He lowered his voice “so I’ll see you-?”

She shook her head “yeah the plan is still going strong”

They only been dating for few months, of course she always knew Daniel even though she only moved to Torro Rosso when Daniel was in Redbull. But things started when he came along in Alpha Tauri, her attraction to him was undeniable, due to Christian Horner, his attraction was all over the place, but they couldn’t. She was his boss, she was older than him and pushing 40. But they did, they came along and went on dates in the middle of the sea in Monaco, on the boat she asked Toto Wolff to lend them. As it went by and both realized they want to continue, they decided to get a place. Anywhere in the Europe and Australia was out of question due to how many people would recognize them. Asia was too far and that only left US. It was a pain to do it, they needed a decent apartment but small and full furnished, located in a quiet neighborhood so they could at least walk around without being bothered by paparazzi. After tons of travels to the city of angels and pictures being exchanged, they settled on a unit in an apartment complex, located on 10th floor, with only one master bedroom, small hall and kitchen. They’d use every chance they got for a little bit of getaway and so far, everything was good.

Christian was nice enough to invite them for a dinner and called it a double date, that was the only time they could walk hand in hand, heart shaped eyes at each other.

She left the garage and walked along the pitlane, spotting Christian. They exchanged side hug and handshakes, he turned to her with a smile “you did well today, so did Daniel. You must be proud of him”

She raised her eyebrows “as his boss or the greatest love of his life?”

They both shared a laugh at her comment.

He spoke in a lower tone “so how’re you guys? All good?”

She appreciated his support more than anyone else, she shook her head “we’re good, lately we’ve been hanging out in US more than Monaco or anywhere else” she added with a fond smile.

They spotted Daniel and he waved at them, she really wished she could run up to him and give him a congratulatory kiss “he really loves you, you know that right?”

She rubbed the sweat off my nose “I know, and I love him too, I truly do. It’s just-“

Christian gave her a bored look “if it’s your usual age bullshit please don’t, you look younger than him. Now come on, let’s go to our motorhome and have something. You deserve a rest”

He parked the car in the parking space, she always takes a cab not to be caught in anyway possible and he gets a rental car. When he switched off the car, the excitement consumed him and walked towards the elevator, pressing the button to their floor and bouncing on his legs, smiling and giggling silently to himself. In past 3 weeks they only had stolen moments here and there, neither could afford to disappear to at least sleep in the same bed together, but here and now, it was them and them only.

The elevator stopped and he got out, standing in front of their door and took out his key and opened the door.

He walked inside and saw her on the sofa in front of the TV, his smile widened and in that terrible Texan accent he said “hey, howdy?”

At his voice she jumped off the sofa and ran to him “Danny, hold me” she said and jumped at him, his hands landed on her hips to held her up as she wrapped her arms out his neck, squeezing him tightly she repeatedly gave him small kisses on his face “I.missed.you.so.much”

Daniel laughed in delight, nuzzling his nose to the soft skin of her neck “i missed you so much more” he said, giving her a chaste kiss that sent a shiver through her body and she giggled.

She pulled her head back and looked at him, her hands playing with the curls behind his head “so how are you feeling racer boy?”

He smirked “pretty good I would say, it’s been pretty decent”

She pulled his head closer and their foreheads touched “what about me? Aren’t I a tough boss?”

He laughed again, his arms were beginning to get tired but he couldn’t careless, all he cared was her in his arms “hmm, you are, but I’m into it”

She smiled softly “you flirt” and leaned down, kissing him slowly, taking his plump lips between her teeth and letting his tongue to devour her and kiss every corner he couldn’t reach because they had to settle for a quick peck in his driver’s room.

He turned around and walked towards the sofa, laying her down and leaned in, she met his lips in a desperate kiss, breathless.

He pulled back a little, to give her room to catch her breath and whispered “I missed you so fucking much” his hands reached and cupped her cheeks, his thumb running circles on her face.

A giggle left his mouth “you know, at first I never even imagined us like this”

She raised her finger, tracing his mustache and laughing like a child “who would have, honestly?”

His hand started moving on her skin, he needed to feel her close, he craved having her in his arms like this. She laid her head on the comfortable armchair to make herself more comfortable, his hand reached the hem of her top, playing with the material “ok now, listen, we gonna stay in all day and we gonna fuck until we’ve covered every single corner of this unit and-“ he chuckled at his own words “-and yeah, that’s the only plan I have”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, causing her breasts to look bigger than usual “really Ricciardo? That’s all on your mind? Fucking?”

His eyes dropped to her chest, taking his time to appreciate them, he stared at the hardened nipple poking through the thin top and he forced himself to look away. He left a kiss on her cheeks “when it comes to you, yeah, no shame” he gave her a satisfied smile. His hand slightly nodged her head up and his thumb traced the line of his jaw, slowly allowing his fingers to feel her skin prickling at his touch and the pure joy on her face. He cupped the back of her head and his lips replaced the feather touch of his fingertips, leaving small kisses along her jaw. Her desperate hands fisted his shirt, riding up the piece of clothe and he took it off.

He left his mark on her neck, knowing well he only had two weeks to enjoy this sight. She placed her hands on his sides, and dug her fingers but not hard enough to leave any marks on his tanned skin. Her hand dropped lower and she growled at the feeling of his hard cock “fuck, can you hurry up?”

She was needy, and she wasn’t in the mood to hide it from him but Daniel wanted to take it slow, he was in pure agony for weeks, only his own fist and her pictures but it would never compare to her laying under him with soft moans and throaty noises to fill the empty apartment.

He kept kissing her neck and smoothing her sided “a little more”

He twitched the thin band of her top around his forefinger and pulled it down, his breath hitched in his chest at the sight of her naked body and perky nipples staring back at him, begging him to mark and bruise her soft skin. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, he hissed when his hardness pressed against her thighs. He dropped his head and continued his line of kissing, dipping his hand inside her short and pants, breathing heavily when her wetness coated his fingers, he pulled his hand out and stared at her, bringing hit fingers and coated his lips, then licked it clean “mmm…even more delicious than what I remembered “

She felt herself getting wetter at his small show and encouraged him to go ahead by pushing his head to herself.

His dragged his wet lips across her collar bone and went lower, left a kiss on side of her breast, his tongue darted out and sucked in her hardened nipple and she let out a moan out of relief “fucking hell, yes” his other hand cupped her other breast, fondling and twitching the flesh.

He sat back and sweared under his breath, unzipped his tight jean and a pulled it down at once with his underwear, freeing his painfully hard cock “look what you did to me” he told her teasingly and pushed her down flat on her back and pulled down her shorts, eyes fixing on the wet spot on her underwear “beautiful” he said, and pulled it down.

He positioned himself between her legs, bucking his hipe forward and his tip grazed over her wet slick. She gasped and arched her back “uh…Dan…just-“

He kept rubbing himself on her, his face inches away from his lips “just what? Tell me” he taunted in a low voice.

“Just…fuck me” she said, blushing at how filthy and needy she sounded like.

He was weak for her, he was always weak for her since the first time they met, since the first date and first night. How could he deny her when she asked for it like that? He flipped her over and she held onto the sofa, he took a hold of her shoulder and pulled her back until her ass was pressed against him. She reached out and placed her palm on his side, feeling the warmth and prickly skin. He nuzzled his face into her long hair, leaving small kisses and light touches where he could reach, he murmured “mmm, smells so good”

She let out a small hiss when he pushed inside, he pulled her closer by her hair and thrusted, after months of fucking. She still wasn’t used to his thick cock, she still felt a deep burnt anytime he’d push inside.

She held herself up and her head fell down as she couldn’t help the occasional moans and whines that left her mouth. She didn’t want it to end.

“It feels so…uh fuck…it feels so damn good” she murmured, between each thrusts.

Daniel placed his face next to her, kissing her cheek and hearing her soft moans “I’m glad you are enjoying it” he turned her face and captured her lips in a kiss, a slow kiss, he took his time tracing her lips with his tongue and sucking the soft skin of her plump lips, making up for the lost time.

She started rocking her hips to accomodate his thrusts, he pulled her hips closer and thrusted rougher and deeper.

His thumb traced her jaw “you okay?”

She felt her stomach twitched “yeah… just…I’m close”

He growled when she tightened around him, taking him even deeper. He dug his fingers deep enough to leave a mark on her hips and increased the speed. The only sound in the house was the occasional “uh uh” between each thrust and his throaty sounds. Her hips buckled into him and he knew, her face was buried deep in the sofa as she cried out and came hard, body shaking and line of swear words coming out of her mouth. He slowed down and fucked her through it, rubbing her back to sooth her, he tensed, she felt him twitching inside her and he came next, laying his head on her back, both breathing heavily.

She looked over her shoulder, catching the sight of him with his curls sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“Anytime we do this, it’s just better than the last time” she said and giggled.

“So by next year we gonna have some top notch sex then” Daniel added, grabbing her waist and pulling her to sit next to her.

“I’m too hungry, shower and sandwich?” She offered

“Oh fuck yeah”

They were peacefully sleeping under the covers, no sound to bother them and no ringtone to wake them up.

She didn’t know what time it was when she heard the phone, at first she thought she is dreaming but the sound wouldn’t stop, she rolled to the other side and grabbed her phone. Not long after Daniel’s phone rang. He rolled over, his face squished into her pillow and he murmured sleepily “is the world on fire?”

She finally opened her eyes, and she had never sat up as fast “Daniel it’s Christian”

He checked his own phone, eyes widened “and it’s Blake”

Both answered simultaneously, leaving the bed.

“So I assume you have no idea what’s happening?” Christian asked.

She rubbed her eyes “no, it’s 6 AM here how am I supposed to know?”

Christian ran his hands through his hair “well, it started off from Deux moi, someone said they saw you together and now everyone is going absolutely insane”

The sleep was gone from her eyes, she looked at Daniel and she was sure he was hearing the same thing.

Christian continued “listen, the PR team got it, just talk to them they will take care of it and you two can enjoy the rest of your week together”

She shook her head “sure Christian, thanks for the heads up”

They both sat on the bed, she spoke first “I’m gonna talk to PR department, call your PR manager”

A very small part of Daniel wanted it all to come out and save them from all the secrets but he knew it could jeopardize her job more than him.

By the time they were done it was around 8 am, both needed nothing more than crawling in bed and faling sleep while cuddling. She came inside the bedroom, sighing.

Daniel patted the space next to him eagerly “get in bed, I miss you”

She sat on the bed, grabbing his hand and fputting in on her lap, smiling at him “one more phone call”

She waited until the call was answered “Susie hi-“

“Sorry to disappoint but it’s Toto” said the thick Austrian voice.

“Hi Toto, where is Susie?” She questioned, Daniel’s eyebrows couldn’t be lifted higher if he tried.

“She is showering Jack, is it important?” He asked behind the line

“Yes, it is”

The line went quiet and she heard footsteps, then the door opened and the voice echoed in the bathroom as Toto put the phone on speaker.

“Hey dear, what’s happening?” Susie asked in her usual kind voice.

“I kinda need a favor?”

Susie shook her head even though she couldn’t see it “continue”

“I’m gonna need you to post a picture of one of those old holidays, you know just to prove I’m not dating my driver” she said, giggling.

Susie chuckled behind the phone “you got it, don’t worry. How are you doing?”

She glanced at Daniel “we’re good, we’re ok. It’s all good”

“Catch you for dinner in Vegas?”

“Absolutely”

“Come here, let’s turn off the phones and sleep I’m tired” Daniel said, grabbing her hand and helping her lying down. Pulling her to himself.

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, she scooted closer, breathed in his scent, her fingers tracing the outline of his abs. He reached and grabbed her wrist “uh, uh little miss, don’t”

She laughed and reached up, pecking his lips “piss off you love it”

“I do, I love you”

She reached and twisted a loose curl around hee finger, smiling sweetly at him “and I love you too “

When she woke up Daniel was still sleep, his gorgeous face squished into the pillow and his curls disheveled, his long legs sprawled over her space on the bed. She grabbed her cigarette and lighter, and opened the balcony door. Since most of the units were empty, the yard and the small swimming pool were empty. This house was the only place she would ever smoke.

She lit up the smoke and leaned against the hand rail, the LA sun shining on her.

“Still smoking that thing?” Daniel’s sleepy voice came.

She turned her head and glanced at him, no shirt, his tattoos adorning his tanned skin, only a black underwear reaching his mid thigh. She checked him out, starting from his disheveled curls and tired face, his nose and the slight curves of his plump kiss, oh how badly she wanted to kiss him and make up for the lost time.

“You know I only do it here, and in Italy”

He laughed, and for a moment she forgot the outside world. That’s probably the reason she fell in love with him. Or maybe it was the moment that she was mad after Austin GP, he just pushed her down on the small sofa in his driving room, did not hesitate to pull down her pants and underwear, told her to keep it down and he kneeled between her thighs, eating her out like a man starved. When he was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said “took it like a champ”

Daniel stood behind her “is it even any good?”

She looked at the cigarette and shook her head “not really, it’s pretty useless” and she lit up another one, causing Daniel to laugh. He moved closer and placed his palm on her lower back, moving lower. He gripped her ass softly, and she closed her eyes “Daniel…”

He leaned into her, his face next to her “do you want me to stop?” And softly kissed her cheek.

She turned her head to him, her tongue tracing his lower lips and he pulled her for a full kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and deepening the kiss, his hand around her waist pulled her back until she felt his hardness against his ass.

“No no, please continue my love”

Daniel’s heart melted in his chest at her soft voice, murmuring at him. He slipped his hand inside, tracing her wet folds that caused her to shudder, her grip tightened on the hand rail. She hid her face in his neck, moaning lowly as he looked down at her.

He swore under his breath and pulled her shorts and panty aside, freeing himself from the black underwear.

She was in pure agony before he finally pushed inside her, filling her just right. Her head dropped between her hands “fuck, yes”

He started thrusting, slowly but steadily, his heart beating faster each time he felt her tightening around him.

She closed her eyes and focused “Daniel?”

He gripped her waist, digging his fingers into her skin roughly to leave a mark “yes baby?”

She glanced at him over her shoulder “I’m tired of hiding”

Daniel’s heart raced faster, she couldn’t be saying what he thought she was.

His thumb traced her jawline “I will do whatever makes you comfortable” and another thrust, causing her to moan louder.

She moved her hips to meet her thrust causing him to pound into her deeper “let’s…oh fuck just like that” her sentence was cut off by his hard thrust.

“Let’s put this out there, I don’t care about the consequences for me” she said, confidently.

“Fuck I’m close” he grunted, his thrusts getting messier and faster.

Her eyes rolled back “holy shit, it feels so good, ugh don’t stop”

He kissed her hair “fuck, oh…fuck” his breathed harder as he came inside her. His fingers reaching to rub her clit and her moans got louder.

“Boss is desperate I see” he said teasingly, smiling at her.

She shuddered as her orgasm took over her, shaking and shivering as he ran his hand over her back, whispering soothing words next to her ear.

“If that’s what you want, we gonna do this” he said, and sealed it with a kiss.

I have ideas for part 2 but it depends how good this part does!

[lizzy-bonnet]

Austenian Dads

A recent post about mothers-in-law by @bethanydelleman had me thinking about the dads in Jane Austen. We get a lot of discourse about mothers and mother figures, who have big, important roles in the stores, but her depictions of fatherhood are interesting too. Here, in my opinion, are the dads and dad-like figures in her novels, ranked from best to worst.

(note: I've left out deceased and barely-there dads, but I will note that Mr. Dashwood's attempt to look out for his daughters, and the amount of grief occasioned by his death, indicate that he is a Top Dad.)

Mr. Musgrove - Notwithstanding "poor Richard", Mr. Musgrove has three reasonably well-adjusted adult children, seems to love his younger children, and goes to his daughter's bedside when she is injured. His children all make Sensible Matches, and he likes kids enough to permit the little Harvilles to be brought back to Uppercross to increase its noise. He folds my beloved Anne into his family and treats her affectionately whenever she is with them. By the standards of the day, he seems pretty solid. 8/10 Least Bad Dad.

Sir John Middleton - Like Mr. Musgrove, Sir John is a people person. His immediate and unreserved adoption of the Dashwoods in their hour of need tells us that he is an unambiguously good-hearted person, which usually leads to loving parenting. His kids are young so we don't see him interacting much with them, but his desire to give everyone a nice time bodes well. He doesn't notice when his teasing goes to far. 7/10 definitely tells the same dad joke over and over.

Mr. Bennet - As a reader I love him because he's pithy, but he's honestly not a great dad, and is not modeling a happy marriage for his daughters. He shows favouritism to Lizzy, lets Lydia run wild, is hurtful towards Mary and Kitty, and fails to save up any money to bribe worthless young men to marry his daughters. 5/10 for putting all his eggs in the "having a son" basket and then doing nothing when the handle on the basket breaks.

Lt. Price - Loud, embarrassing, shiftless. Ignores his daughters but seems to maybe do OK with his sons? 3.5/10, tops.

Sir Walter Elliot - This fucking guy, am I right? He's vain, he's self-obsessed, he's a spendthrift, and he's a dreadful parent. His eldest daughter is his favourite and he basically forgets Anne and Mary exist when they're not directly in front of him (and sometimes doesn't notice them even when they are). His favouritism has damaged Anne and Mary in different ways to Mr. Bennet's to his younger daughters, but the source is the same: he has one child who is like him and others that he doesn't click with, so he basically lets them shift for themselves. In the Elliot household I'm certain this means that sensitive Anne was left to grieve her mother without any comfort from her father. It's no wonder she was ready to marry the first loving man she saw. When he sees her looking well, he thinks it's down to her skin care regimen. 3/10 merely Gowland's.

Sir Thomas Bertram - Poor Fanny, her father figures are both the pits. Sir Thomas knows absolutely zero about what any of his kids are like and can't see how bad Aunt Norris's influence is on all of them. He swings wildly between neglectful and overbearing, and then tries to pressure Fanny into marrying Henry Crawford despite his attentions making her visibly miserable. He also knows perfectly well that Fanny is shy, and yet does not give her any warning that he's throwing a ball for her coming out, plus he sends her home to Portsmouth as a sort of weirdo punishment to make her see what she's missing by not marrying Henry. 2/10 points and he really only gets these for 1. offering to free Maria from her engagement and 2. getting a fire in Fanny's grate, even if he left it until WAY too late to do her much good.

General Tilney - the closest Austen gives us to a villainous parent. The General is dictatorial to his children, oppressive around the house and occasionally creepy towards Catherine. This is made apparent by the fact that the Abbey suddenly becomes much more fun when he goes off to London. He shows himself the ultimate Bad Dad by tossing his daughter's friend out of the house without explanation and hardly the resources to get herself home. 0/10 Gothic Tyrant Dad.

[mynameisnotsoda]

Explaining my entire dsmpsona playlist because I can

P.s. every mention of Soda in this post isn't me, i just dont feel like putting c! In front of it every single time LMAO

Also i dont think i ever posted the ref on tumblr!!?!??! Criminal but putting it here is better methinks

I also put this in my studentbur playlist, which feels fitting for both of them. However for Adam its more metaphorical whereas with Soda its more literal.

I have my own shapeshifter lore that's loitering in my brain that i need to write down eventually BUT the basics are essentially that shapeshifters are "born" from the planet. They CAN come from other shapeshifters but only once and most choose not to have a bio kid.

So basically, Soda literally popped out of the ground one day, was found by Sapnap and then adopted by Bad and Skeppy. Soda was maybe physically 9/10 years old and was so curious about the world and excited to experience life. If any creature could possibly be made of pure love, its them.

Growing up Soda got REALLY attached to Bad, they clung onto him a lot and it was to the point where it was probably unhealthy. Of course Bad noticed, which made him actually set some boundaries despite not really wanting to. Skeppy was able to convince him, though, as when it comes to the kids hes the voice of reason.

So, Bad would start off by telling Soda that he was going to be gone, leading up to him just disappearing for maybe a few hours at a time before eventually coming back. Eventually Soda was able to function without Bad, but that ended up backfiring as they just latched onto Sapnap instead.

With Soda's attachment to their brother, they tagged along with him when he went out fairly often but after being weened off of Bad it became more frequent. Soda and Sapnap were practically attached at the hip, regardless of Sapnap's protesting.

With a group of teenagers they were obviously doing some reckless, stupid shit and Soda was just along for the ride! At first Dream and George hated Soda—they were just Sapnap's annoying younger sibling—but eventually they got used to Soda being around. Especially since they may have persuaded Soda to use their shapeshifting for nefarious purposes.

At first everyone found Soda adorable, their cheery optimism, endless energy and amusing naivety was a part of their charm. But then it became...obnoxious.

Sapnap always had a short temper, he tried his best to handle it, but sometimes he'd just snap at Soda when they became too much of a handful. He was always quick to apologize but it affected Soda deeply.

Soda very much struggled with any sort of negative emotions, when they felt it—it hit them hard. One day, it was enough to send them spiraling, having a panic attack alone in their room. This was also the first time memories of their past lives resurfaced. At first it was rather intriguing, though a jumpscare, but then it just got worse.

It seemed like Soda's lives were always filled with turmoil and a constant feeling of dread. The stronger their emotions became the more fragments of memories would appear. Soda didn't tell anyone about this.

Skipping much further ahead, Soda obviously sided with the Dteam during the revolution. They were family, in Soda's eyes at least. Which made it incredibly easy for Dream to use that to his advantage. He used them in every way that he could to win the war, even going as far as to try and make Soda resent Tommy and Tubbo. Soda was a spy, mostly, turning into a cat to effortlessly infiltrate the enemy. They heard and saw everything, but part of them felt bad for it, so they never told Dream everything. He noticed.

The horrors of being a child soldier.

Dream's obsession with power and control was never obvious, not to his friends and certainly not to Soda. They truly believed he had good intentions despite going to war with Wilbur. Then again, Soda doesn't understand what war really is. But the pressure to keep up with Dream's demands and avaid his increasing irritably became exhausting and overwhelming. Yet Soda believed it was their fault.

Tubbo and Tommy weren't safe from the horrors either, they had that much in common with Soda. The three of them went through hell, basically.

Dream.

Aaaand tumblr wont let me add more songs so im cutting this into parts through reblogs. I'll probably continue this later (bc its almost 2am pFF) and might post the second part before i go to sleep like im doing now :P

I am cringe but I am free

[lopezpierce]

If I could turn back time

After a terrible accident, Santana ends up in a coma. One that has lasted over 3 years. Brittany is determined to make that time machine she was obsessed with as a teen to save Santana.

Attempt 1...Part 2

Brittany still had no clue what the fuck was happening. She stayed staring at the mirror for at least another 10 minutes before she shook the shock factor off slightly. She needed to calculate what could have gone wrong. It was all theoretical math, but it was sound. She couldn’t find any paper or pens. She started rummaging through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom connected to her room. She found some lipstick. That would work. She started writing out formulas to double check herself. She wasn’t wrong. Her math was sound.

She had no clue what day or time of year it was really. She looked around for what would be her phone but she couldn’t find it. Young Brittany was never good with computers so that was out. Her cellphone was also probably lost somewhere random. Most likely at Santana’s house.

“Ohhh shit..” She looked over towards her door and saw her cheerios outfit hanging up. Anywhere from 9th grade to 12th grade, with the exception of those few months at the end of junior year.  She hoped so deeply that she wasn’t walking into her repeating senior year. She couldn’t really change the past too much…She knew one thing if her cheerleading outfit was out she was meant to wear it that day.

She took some time to get herself together to look exactly like she did when she was 18. Well, she still looked 18 but what it meant to be like when she was 18.

She blinked or so she thought and somehow she was at school. It was like a time blip…She didn’t get in the car, she didn’t drive, or at least not that she could remember.

She saw Quinn and Finn across the way talking at their lockers. They looked happy. So early sophomore year by being in her Cheerios outfit. At least that was her deduction, she didn’t see Santana yet. She also doesn’t know if she blipped through practice or if they just had it after school.

She figured asking them what day it was wouldn’t be that strange. When she was younger, she was so scatter brained, not knowing what day it was wouldn’t have been out of the norm.

“Hey guys,” Brittany forced a sweet smile. She still had no real idea what was going on, but it finally worked. All of her time in the lab calculating and trying to test run her time machine. Even if this wasn’t exactly right. She could figure it out. She had to take the chance to try.

“Hey Britt,” Quinn turned from Finn and looked at her friend. “How was your weekend?” She grabbed Finn’s hand and started to usher for them to walk to class.

How was your weekend? Brittany thought to herself.  That was a normal thing to ask on a Monday.  “It was good. Kind of boring, I still think the cat is reading my dairy.”

“Brittany, I’ve seen your cat,” Finn shrugged a little. “I’d be more worried about his weight than him reading you diary.”

She waited for the zinger. Speaking of being worried about weight. She could almost hear Santana’s voice. This all felt wrong without her wife there…well, her best friend at this point. This time travel was confusing.

“He’s on a diet now,” Brittany shuffled her feet and looked around the hall a little more. “Where’s Santana? I haven’t seen her… I kind of last my phone again.”

The ”Power Couple’ looked at her confused and timed in in unison. “Who?”

“Santana…” Brittany like the air had been knocked out her lungs….Santana who…Santana who was always on Finn about his lack of trying. Santana who started Cheerios with her and Quinn. Santana who was her best friend to wife and so much more…neither one knew who she was talking about. This couldn’t be true. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t lose her all over again.

“SANTANA. SANTANA LOPEZ,”  She threw her arms up in the air and let out a deep sigh. She started shaking her head back and forth.

“Britt,” Quinn grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close. “Honey, I don’t know who you’re talking about.

She knew she shouldn’t be making a scene. She shouldn’t be getting irrational. But if Santana wasn’t here, that meant maybe this was a failed attempt. Maybe…even if she acted out there it wouldn’t matter about her future. “SANTANA! My other best friend,” She pulled away from Quinn and tried to hold her tears back. “SANTANA LOPEZ!”

“WHAT?” The both whipped around when they heard a voice call down the hallway. Brittany ripped herself away from Quinn and ran down the hall way towards Santana.

She threw her arms around her and hugged her tight.”I’ve been looking for you all morning. Where have you been?”

Santana was pulled away and looked at Brittany confused. “Brittany…why are you talking to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be,” Brittany pulled back and examined Santana’s face. She knew this look. She didn’t like this look. She had learned to read Santana like an open book. This look was real fear and confused. She didn’t like this at all…”Did I say something to make you think I was mad?”

“This is literally the second time you’ve ever talked to me,” Santana shrugged and adjusted her book bag on her shoulder. “The first time was to ask for a pencil in Spanish.”

She took a closer look at Santana. She had been so overwhelmed at seeing her conscious again, she didn’t pay close enough attention. Her hair wasn’t in a high-pony, she had her glasses on, and she was wearing regular clothes.  No cheerios outfit. Santana’s words were starting to set in. Literally the second time you’ve talked to me. This was all wrong, but at least Santana was here. She could figure the rest else after.

[tredispade]

i have always wanted to give reno a kid. surely he'd have at least one, right? well, now its a part of his canon. though i don't expect it to crop up suddenly! the fact is just there in the background and adds a touch more drama to his life. below is info on his daughter.

i really should make verse tags for different eras of his life. but oh well. anyway. this is bridgette sinclair. below is a brief bit of info on her

born in 1997 εγλ in midgar (age 10 in 0007)

mother: margret ackerman; former honeybee dancer. now homemaker

father: reno of the turks,all other information restricted

location: midgar sector four upper plate

abilities: cleverness and sass

favorites: dad, playing card games, peanut butter

dislikes: bullies/bigger kids picking on little kids, going too long without seeing dad, broccoli

she doesn't know in detail what reno does for a living. and because of that, she's developed an ideal version of him where he's a secret superhero out saving the world

while his job makes it hard, reno strives to give her the best life he can. he's very involved in her life. stemmed from the fact that his father was never in his life

she is a bit obsessed with her father. she takes after him in almost every facet. from looks to personality. she's just as loud and abrasives as him. but she holds a deeply compassionate heart from her mother

she's a proud little tomboy. loves playing in dirt and mud, and even finds it funny when people mistake her for a boy. however, when she grows older, she does take more interest in more femininely things like make-up and dressing up

she lives a fairly decent life with her mother, stepfather and younger half-sister. her only complaint is that its boring.

a bit about mom & dad

marget , or "peggy" used to be a dancer at the honeybee inn. it wasn't her ideal career, but having grown up poor in the slums and being a rather attractive young woman, and needing quick money. it was a fairly easy choice. though thankfully, she spent most time either dancing or seaming up the other girl's costumes.

she and reno met when they were both 17. just your classic bad boy meeting a lonely dancer looking for a night of mindless sex. however, sometimes no matter how much protection is used, accidents happen

peggy spent a long time debating over getting an abortion or adoption. but she always wanted to start a family of her own. just not in this way. so, determined to keep the child, she confronted reno. ready to fight tooth and nail to get support of of him.

however, reno wasn't going to abandon her or the kid. he would not agree to a forced miserable marriage, but he would support them. initially, he didn't intend to be involved in their lives. but just a faceless supporter. but the moment he saw that sweet baby's face, he couldn't do it. he couldn't do what his father did to him. abandon his child. while he is a terrible person, he's a fairly decent dad.

marget would raise bridgette as a single mother for a few years, with reno coming to visit when he could. or at least calling when he couldn't. he sent her enough money that she no longer had to work at all. then eventually would meet a good man (that may or may not have been heavily vetted by reno first) and get married.

two years later, marget would have another daughter, maria. bridgette adores her little sister, and sees it as her personal duty to protect her.

[ninootny]

talk about gary the gadget guy i am listening very intently

ninoo and gary documentary

"a flabbergasting and beautiful story about a kid who learned nerd exists" 8/10, -igm

"my favorite fanfiction, wait, it's a documentary? even better!!!" 10/10 - club penguin times

gary is like so special just look at him he's so tiny idk, he's a friend!!! i wish i was able to get gary stuff when i was younger but i never found club penguin stuff in stores (even if it was pretty popular in france) he really did something to my brain when i was playing club penguin everyday back then (at least when i was at my mom's place/work because for some reasons (child of divorce) i became chronically online around 8). i would just do on loop the psa missions because i loved him, and my dad put the club penguin epf ds game on my r4 and yeah, obsessed.

since i'm (breaking my silence) i'm a nerd i think i related to him + he has glasses + he's creative, i just had a huge kin moment i think. I stopped playing club penguin after operation blackout, and then i came back a few years later with a few friends because we were going on every old kid mmo to have fun (we were roleplaying/trolling in a nice way, like we were just like "we're about to hack the epf silly penguins.... and steal all your pokemons" (because pokemon go was popular and we loved it a lot) and i saw him again. and i was remembering how much i love that guy. i would love to find my old drawings of him but i moved a lot sooo a lot of drawing are lost-

i remember when they announced island i didn't understand club penguin would shut down. and I didn't saw the website closed, I learned it maybe a week after the terrible event and I was devastated. my friends from this era didn't care a lot about it because they never played to club penguin when they were kids, i cried about club penguin shut down and not being able to see my silly penguin again (Nella02, a cyan penguin who never got the membership because my parents didn't understand that i needed a yellow puffle so bad), but also, not being able to play the legit version of club penguin and knowing I'll never get new EPF events, no more gary content.

the void

but hey!! we can find some!!! tweets!!! from my new twitter acc because the old one is gone (got banned for lying about my age)

after this event gary just came back in my head sometimes and i would be crazy for like. a week maybe.

"love"

but this time it's getting very long, i really want to focus on other characters like Cadence and Rookie because i loved them too as a kid (I wanted to cut my hair very short but my parents were pretty much against it because they were like "you need to keep girly long hair" 💀 and seeing Cadence as a kid made me happy I think) but gary is too strong idk

in 2020 i thought about rookie and gary at the same time it's crazy

"clearly the best huh"

"i really want to play to club penguin but i'm at work" (heartbreaking)

also i think it's because of him that all my favs are blue pathetic nerds who never sleep (tsumugi aoba from ensemble stars my dearest wife)

"gary from club penguin i think about him evry day of my life amen hes just the type of person i love sorry blue nice pathetic nerd who wants to be useful to others"

"its the saem character"

sorry i needed to talk about my relation with club penguin and i think in a few years i'll just. i'll just look like my gary gijinka. my hair is blue and i really want a lab coat BECAUSE OF THEM ALL

have a nice and beautiful day

[daddy-long-legssss]

Super long post about my experience at the Arctic Monkeys concert in Toronto for night one.

Excuse any typos lol.

First things first, I had trouble with my ticket and nearly had a heart attack (thanks StubHub) but I got my ticket figured out and got to the venue in time while DC Fontaines were performing. It was mostly a younger crowd in their 20’s-30’s but there were some older folks and parents taking their teenage kids. The amount of leather blazers, Converse, Doc Martens and black mini skirts I saw was incredible. It’s interesting how the tumblr grunge aesthetic still carries on in their fan base even though the band has changed so much.

My seats were at the back of the 303 section of Budweiser stage, dead centre and no one was behind me. I’m 6’1 and I wore a little heeled boot (sorry it went with the outfit) but I was so happy I didn’t block anyone behind me.

They fucking opened with ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ around 9:10 pm. I was fully ready to hear ‘Sculptures of Anything Goes’ but I was shocked and happy to hear those opening riffs. It’s just so good. How can you not love it. Everyone went wild and rightly so.

Alex looked handsome as always in his blazer but he did a little Canadian tuxedo with the denim shirt and jeans and those silly glasses but I kinda loved it. 

They thundered into ‘Brainstorm’ which sounded incredible. Their sound and talent has truly stood the test of time and he didn’t slow anything down LOL.

THEN THEY FUCKING DID ‘I Ain’t Quite Where I Think I Am’ and I lost my fucking MIND. AND NO ONE ELSE DID. At least not around me. I hate to admit it but the crowd was kinda mid. I feel kinda bad for the band, they deserve so much better, especially the new songs. The crowd only know AM songs and the popular songs from the early albums. I’m a new fan myself but I’m unhealthy obsessed and I studied their discography and The Car specifically beforehand. IAQWITI is so damn groovy and funky, the ‘waahhs’ get me every time and ‘eyes roll back’. The guitar always sounds so delicious and fun. 

They did ‘Snap Out Of It’ which isn’t my favourite (sorry) but still a fun bop. But then they did ‘Cry Lightning�� and again, l lost my shit. It sounded so goddamn good. Again, his voice just carries the song so beautifully and it’s already a masterpiece so hearing it live was nothing short of spectacular. He also did the solo at a the regular speed and actually played a little longer. 

And Teddy Picker and View From The Afternoon were played and again, they always slap and are such good energy. NO ONE WAS MOVING. AGAIN, AT LEAST NOT AROUND ME. Even looking out into the crowd, it was just upright bodies barely moving like??? Alex serenaded us with ‘Cornerstone’ adding little ad-libs as usual, he says ‘fiddling with the smoke alarm’ now instead of ‘messing’. There was a beautiful piano interlude before ‘Why’d You Only Call Me When Your High?’ and it seems like everyone woke back up and sang along. Alex got on his knees during Arabella and sang straight into the camera which kept zooming into his face. He’s like a cat with a laser pointer. 

THEN CAME ‘ONE POINT PERSPECTIVE’. Those opening piano keys started and I I screamed and clapped in utter joy and no one around me seemed to know the song. Like what is going on in Toronto?! Why no TBHC love? I’m so happy it stayed on the setlist, he hits the little falsettos so beautifully and absolutely killed the guitar solo. 

‘Do Me Favour’ and ‘Pretty Visitors’ were next. Not a lot of people were waving their arms and casting a snake pit on the wall like hello?

And then. The chord to the ’Suck It and See’ started. And I actually couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I screamed the loudest I’ve ever SCRUMPT. AND NO ONE AROUND ME GOT EXCITED AND IM LIKE YALL HEARING THSI RIFGJT!?  ALEX WAS EVEN LIKE ‘COME ON’ LIKE WAKE UP PEOPLE. He started it acapella like other performances last year but it’s so FUCKING AMAZING. THAT SONG AND THAT ALBUM ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME. ITS SUMMERTIME. ITS HAPPINESS. ITS NOSTALGIA. AND THE FACT THAT THEY PERFORMED IT ON THE NIGHT OF A BLUE MOON AND SANG ‘Blue Moon girls from once upon a Shangri-la.’ Like I can’t comprehend it happened. I couldn’t stop smiling and singing the entire time. I’m so fucking happy and grateful and honoured to have heard that song live. I can’t ask for anything else in my lifetime because that was all I ever needed and more. I’m so happy that mahaonthegram got to it hear it live, I know it’s such an incredibly special song for her. She deserved to hear it and have an absolutely amazing night at the concert.

Then, they did 'Knee Socks', another one that isn't my favourite but still fun to hear.

And then, oh my god, ‘There’d Better Be a Mirrorball’. Hearing this song live y’all. He did a beautiful piano interlude before the song started but my god, just perfection. It felt like I was the only person in the room with them, so intimate and transformative. Alex sounds better than the recording which we all already knew. And of course, the mirror all dropped down and illuminated the arena at the end which was so magical. 

505 started and the mirrorball was still down. Everyone went crazy (like finally) and sang all the words.

RU MINE started playing and I was like ‘bro, they are SPEEDING through these songs, like we can’t be at the end already?’ Where is Body Paint?? Either way, I fucking jammed out and had the time of my life. The people next to me left during R U MINE and I’m like R U OKAY?! The band left the stage after R U MINE.

They came back from the encore with ‘Fluorescent Adolescent’ which everyone knew which made the energy even better. It’s so fun to sing and hear them perform it live. And then ‘IBTYLGOTDF’ which is always a FUCKING BOP. It was the song that started it all for me and got me down the rabbit hole and into my obsession. The energy it’s so fun. No one was close to me on my left so I was able to move around and dance more. How can people stand still at a concert? Especially like a rock concert? I don’t understand. I know screaming gets annoying after a while but like how will the band know if you are having a good time? 

And then they ended with Body Paint which is the perfect closing song. People actually knew the song so they got excited when it started. The falsettos are so delicious and wonderful and he hits every single one. Because they closed with it, Alex played his solo for so long 😭 just grooving out and jamming out for like three minutes straight and loving every second of it. He blew kisses in-between chords and walked across the stage waving to the crowd, he got on his knees looking absolutely etheral. And then it was over. 

And I just sat in my seat in utter awe while people shuffled around me to leave the stadium. Staring at the mirrorball. It happened so fast, they really flew through  the set list and played for just over an hour and a half. I couldn’t stop singing and smiling the entire time. After hearing SIAS, my life was made for evermore. I couldn’t ask for anything else. Not even ‘Hello You’. It was just perfect in every way. And I’m so grateful and happy that I went and that I fell in love with them only a few months ago. It was truly best concert I’ve ever been to and the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to have turned 26. Everything was perfect.

Thank you Alex, Matt, Jamie and Nick for one of the best nights of my life.

(I wasn't close to the stage but I took a couple videos that I might upload later but people in GA got all the high quality content).

[beastblade69]

DANG BUT LIKE. I've already said that I'm thinking about mcmurphy's childhood a lot and I even have a headcanonical story of his childhood. AND LISTEN UP. my headcanon is that he grew up in an extremely abusive household, his parents were drug and alcohol abused and they often had nothing to eat at home because they were too obsessed with getting drunk and high and haven't even thought about their son (that's basically why he had to start working from a very young age). so mcmurphy tried to avoid coming home. because not only he'd starve and be in a very unpleasant place, he also risked to be beaten up or even sexually abused. so basically he was growing up on the streets, not knowing what parental love is or what is a home (because he wouldn't even call that house his home). he basically was traumatized as heck but while living on the streets he's learnt that the strongest prevails and that you have no right to show your weaknesses, otherwise you're fucked.

several times in the book chief'd said that mcmurphy's arms were covered in scars and like. sure these scars could've been like a classic man scars, which yk, he could've gotten while working somewhere in the factory or smth?? or maybe when he was involved in some kinda street fight. but well then it's a post about my headcanons and my version is that these scars were given to him by his parents.

what's about his cap? well, he found it in a dump. chief's stated that his cap looks old as hell. well, that's because according to my headcanons mcmurphy was wearing it since he was a kid. it was the only cap he could afford back then. and when he started earning money for playing cards he could've bought a new one, but the thing is, he really loved that one cap. it was with him all the way long and it became precious to him.

now to the gum scene. basically when aide told mcmurphy about chief and his gum, mcmurphy saw himself in chief. like, his younger version when he didn't have money for food even. so he decided to help.

this fucking makes sense perfectly, why was I perceiving mcmurphy so flatly?? he's literally so much deeper if you think about all this. not just some random street fighter, but a strong powerful man who found energy and strength to be who he is regardless of his traumatic past. but well, the thing is — you'll never get rid of trauma if you just try to ignore it. so he didn't get rid of it, but at least he leaved just like he wanted and never let anyone tell him what to do.

his hypersexuality may be something he was born with. but like once again, I'm writing about my headcanons and this one is that he was sexually abused when he was a kid. (tw SA) he didn't want to feel as weak and vulnerable as he felt when he was sexually assaulted, so he chose to dominate. his first sex with a girl was when he was fucking 10 y.o. and it's like if you don't wanna be abused and overpowered, abuse and overpower someone yourself. the thing I've marked when I was reading a book is that he has no feelings towards women he has sex with. he just fucks to fuck. and it seems to be nothing else but a coping skill. Idk how to describe it in words, but like. he fucks just because if you dominate yourself, you won't get dominated kinda like that ig. yk what I'm talking about.

YES, IT'S DRAMATIC AF BUT IT MAKES SM SENSE.

[swedebeast]

What are the most important video games, books, movies, and/or tv shows that really shaped your taste today?

Oh man, the problem here is not just in remembering which ones that fit the bill but also reducing the numbers so this doesn't become a bloated mess of an answer.

Howevah, I will try.

Video games: I've played most genres growing up and it was a bit of console but gravitated towards PC pretty much by my mid teens. I really thing it was Civilization III that solidified by taste for strategy games after being exposed to Civ II in a bootleg CD game pack, but Red Alert really did a number on me as well - especially Command & Conquer Tiberian Sun. But I cannot lie, Fallout 2 and Fallout: Tactics were instrumental in developing my taste for RPG's and my borderline obsession with the post-apoc genres which I carry with me 25 years later.

I read much more when I was younger, but I only recently had a rediscovery of the earliest science fiction novels I read that without a doubt set the first brick on the road that I would go, and it was the Swedish YA Science Fiction series "Andromeda" published 1979-1986 (I even made a post about it earlier). I am sure it lead me to other classics like War of the Worlds which remain a favourite for me. That, and I think graphic novels might fit - and then Tintin, Spirou, Asterix & Obelix fit as formative. But also the more adult ones like Buddy Longway.

And movies.... man, apart from 1980's and 1990's Disney animated movies that I devoured, I have to say that monster movies of the same time remain close to my heart. Aliens, Predator remain favourites. Jurassic Park was fundamentally formative for a lot of kids of the time, but I also consider Tremors (one and two anyway) to be one of the most fun monster movies out there. In general though, I also think the bad movies that came out were also formative in developing my tastes. Everyone saw the Star Wars prequels - being any kind of sci fi fan meant that they were mandatory viewing - but they never *wowed* me. So, I knew I loved the originals more. Not fanatically so, that is more reserved to-

Jumping into TV-shows specifically, I can't understate how much Star Trek blew my goddamn mind. I have no idea where it started - I remember seeing mid-90's on Swedish Kanal 5 around noon on weekends re-runs of Star Trek TOS, later also DS9, I remember some of the earliest shows I pirated was TNG, AND also religiously watched Babylon 5 also on Kanal 5 when it was a new show, and I followed Voyager -and- Enterprise when they first ran on... SVT 1 or 2, 19:00.

And on that, I just remembered how much I followed ANYTHING Star Trek in the video game space as well. Starfleet Command, Bridge Commander, Klingon Academy, Elite Force, New Worlds, even games that were supposed to come out but never did (Like, Star Trek Borg or whatever the fuck).

But on the note of TV-shows and my youth, I would be remiss if I also did not give a shout-out to Babylon 5. I have a sweet spot for space operas, very much due to this show - and together with TNG it has made me a very, very picky fucker with my science fiction writing. It set a high bar for me. Thanks, btw.

In general, I can remember movies, shows, books and games I grew up with or at least had exposure to, but it takes some introspection to realize which ones actually influenced by - and then by how large of a degree. I still remember the ending scene from the "Death of Computers" Swedish cyberpunk novel nearly 30 years ago when I was not even 10 years old reading it - but did it really shape my taste in fiction? Did reading the follow-up novel give me a love for language, when a space traveler killing a giant alien bird with a laser knife on its last powerpack - but to avoid culturally contaminating the strange human cave men - at the end he just picked up a rock and gesticulated smashing the bird on the head - later on having his partner deliver her baby and the caveman midwife saying "flekka" - and it was strangely similar to the Swedish word girl - "flicka"? And this gave rise to a theory that these people were transplanted by some alien force?

No idea, man. But what I do now is that every so often I see if Good Old Games have released Klingom Academy yet - 23 years after its initial release - and I know that the main composers were two people collaborating, one is the original composer for TNG and also worked on several Star Trek game projects, and the other is Inon Zur - who later worked on Bethesda's Fallout games?

If these games and showes are not influences, I sure do think a lot about them.

[thegeminisage]

i don't know how i'm supposed to simply do a tng update when there was SPOCK but obviously last night (tonight as i type this, but it's late, so this post is going up while i'm at work) we watched unification part i & part ii

tng update:

🌈SPOCK🌈

okay, i'm normal again

part i: BITTERLY disappointed that all we got out of this episode spockwise was one blurry photo and him coming in right at the end. i had a feeling they'd do that. i guess now i have to talk about the nonimportant nonspock parts of this episode 🥱

ive decided i hate sarek's new wife. what business is it of hers if spock objects to sarek in public? if sarek didn't have a problem with it why make one? evil stepmother fr. why did sarek marry another human anyway does he have a fucking fetish or something...at least she was too old to get knocked up. i was reading about ages on the wiki today and amanda was only TWENTY YEARS OLD when she had spock. sarek would have been 65. i know vulcans age way different so it's not as creepy but STILL. girl, wait until you are old enough to drink

speaking of sarek...i went back and forth feeling terrible for him and wanting to attack him with my bare hands. under one hand he is on his deathbed and obviously very ill and miserable and suffering deep regrets over past mistakes and it's hard not to have sympathy...on the other, maybe if you wanted less deathbed regrets about your relationship with spock YOU SHOULD HAVE TREATED HIM BETTER! bitch.

also, whatever he and picard had going on was homoerotic. "we're part of each other" why do they talk about the mind meld that way in tng and not in tos. why did picard feel up sarek's hand on his deathbed the second his wife looked away. hes got a history of homewrecking since he (i know) had his affair baby wesley with beverly. so Whats Going On

picard forcefully obtaining the klingon ship. i LOVE when he gets to be a bitch

ROMULAN RACEFAKING??? a proud star trek tradition at this point i guess but it was truly awful to behold. DEEPLY disappointed sela did not later lick the paint off his ears as the klingons implied she would. smh

i like also how riker blew up that whole ship and nobody batted an eyelash. he really can just do whatever

part ii: SPOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the first time i cried was when spock himself came onscreen at the end of part i. then just as soon as i collected myself he mentioned jim kirk twice in the space of 30 seconds and i lost it again. we are literally bridging the gap between tos spock and spock prime from aos rn and i Dont like it.

Very Sad his dad kicked it before they could reconcile. but i saw his microexpressions when picard delivered the news. i missed them more than you can possibly imagine

i did love though that he started viewing picard as like a proxy sarek. imagine having daddy issues with a guy who is 75 years younger than you. lowkey they also had a little homoeroticism happening. "cowboy diplomacy" sure whatever

riker and the four-armed pianist 10/10 i hope they fucked. i'm so glad we wont he riker roulette and it wasn't creepy. also only riker could successfully flirt with a women after killing her husband in a spaceship battle <3

i'm a little iffy on spock's uhhh whole deal in this episode. he's lik yeah i chose the vulcan way of life these romulans are gonna have way better lives after their vulcan enlightenment but meanwhile he's criticizing sarek for his obsession with logic to the exclusion of all emotion (which is what he decided in tmp, that you need both) and also the vulcan way of life has done huge damage to his relationship with his father as well. so which is it?? idk, maybe he's not doing well because of sarek dying and all but he seemed like he was in a very "im not willing to acknowledge that i have emotions because rn theyre causing me pain" sort of mood. buddy :(

then again, it IS a tng script. we can only expect so much. it wasn't so inconsistent that it took me out of the episode but it did bother me a little because i just don't understand why he's willing to devote the rest of his life to this cause...he seemed to imply he had emotional reasons but what were they?? we will quite literally never know.

what's wack to me also is that in nineteen years romulus is gonna be GONE. like it's just going to be gone. eaten up by the sun or whatever. if someone had a baby right now on romulus that baby would not be old enough to drink before the sun swallowed them. so everything spock is doing is for nothing.

sela in this episode was really funny. "i hate vulcans." so true queen. i mean i don't care about her at all but that was hilarious

data doing the vulcan nerve pinch!!!!!!! that was so fun. i don't think it requires telepathy to do, just super strength, but i guess if you do then that makes no sense. it made me happy though.

the end when spock melded with picard to quasi-meld with his father and almost wept was me crying for the third time...i couldn't stand seeing him cry!!!!!! i can't believe sarek really just died without ever reconciling with him but i kind of like it better this way bc what sarek did was his own fault not spock's. so spock got closure and sarek. didn't. rip dude

okay. this concludes. the SPOCK UPDATE. tonight: a matter of time. and TOMORROW........the undiscovered country. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[idle-brit]

10 Fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Thank you @baepsrae for tagging me!! ♡( ◡‿◡ )

This is everyone's preemptive warning to skip past if you don't want to read a long and rambling post, I'm about to go wild lol. I'll also include the 5 people (not 10 oops) I'm tagging here at the top so they don't have to scroll; I'm interested to hear your answers but obviously there's no pressure to do it (･ω･)b

@koscheiy, @breitzbachbea, @runmild, @toffeeanddragons, and @yatzuaka!

1. Loki (Marvel)

My poor little meow meow. My silly rabbit. My sweet darling babygirl. Picking 9 other characters was honestly hard because there's few I truly consider a favourite like Loki. Between his 2011-2013 appearances in the MCU, the comics, and the pre-Thor high-fantasy-novel-esque fics on AO3, the ideal version of this character lives in my head rent free, and has done since 2012. I picked this gif from The Avengers because it was the moment that made me want to see the film again just for his scenes, and it remains the only film I've seen in cinemas twice. He's quite literally the reason I got Tumblr, for The Avengers fanart, and my very first post was some (bad) fanart of my own haha. While the rest of this list is in no particular order, Loki is absolutely my number one, for all time, always. I could talk about him forever.

2. Evy Carnahan (The Mummy)

I had to choose the scene I got my blog title from. While Loki might be my favourite character, The Mummy is my favourite film. I think I saw it at the exact right time of life when I was a kid in my Ancient Egypt phase, but also far younger than the recommended viewing age the film suggests lol. Ever since then I've rewatched this and the sequel (yes, sequel, singular. I said what I said) more times than I can count and further developed my interest in actual Egyptology. Evy is intelligent and an academic, kindhearted, a little bit clumsy, but uses her knowledge and quick thinking to be an absolute badass and save the day multiple times. I've always wanted to be at least half as cool as her and also marry Rick O'Connell.

3. L (Death Note)

Everyone here is lucky that I got Tumblr after the height of my weeb phase that started in 2008. Death Note was the first manga I ever read and I expected to enjoy it and move on, but as soon as I got to the Lind. L. Taylor event in volume 2 my young mind was blown and I was obsessed. One scene of L outsmarting Light kept me reading manga, got me into anime, introduced me to fanart, was the first fanart I ever drew, introduced me to fanfiction, and years later I would take Japanese classes at uni. L is an amazing example of a morally grey character, wanting justice to prevail but perhaps not for the right reasons, and no matter what it takes to get there.

4. Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil 4 Remake)

Okay I'll admit Leon is the first babygirl on the list who is mainly here for aesthetic reasons. I had a passing knowledge of the Resident Evil franchise but never took an interest because military-gun-shooting-series are boring as hell... Until RE4R came out last year and I saw this scene in a playthrough. Where do I sign up for him to do this to my neck. Then I learned Leon's backstory and actually appreciated his character too. He hates and distrusts the US government, he was blackmailed into service for them at 21, he's haunted by being used as their weapon, and he's the most cringe fail man who thinks he's suave when he says "Nighty night, knights" as he's killing sentient suits of armour. I need him.

5. Astarion Ancunín (Baldur's Gate 3)

Ah, a non-human in a high fantasy world, using knife skills and sharp wit to protect himself from a deeply traumatic past, but still good at heart and willing to open up to those who appreciate him for who he is, rather than living up to someone else's standards. Now where have I seen a similar character type before... When the game came out it shouldn't have been a surprise who my favourite would be lol. The whole cast does an amazing job, but the real draw of Astarion is the phenomenal work put in by Neil Newborn to really bring this character to life, and I don't think Astarion would be the same without him.

6. Kagome Higurashi (Inuyasha)

Inuyasha is one of my all time favourite anime/manga. It's got time travel, a historic setting, magic, action and adventure, and romance between a human girl and a supernatural being who's down bad. Basically all of the tropes I adore and still look for in new favourite series haha. And Kagome has been That Bitch from the start; arriving in a village that fears a half dog-demon, freeing him from his imprisonment to help her, and then ordering him to sit when he pisses her off, knowing he's wearing a magic necklace that forces him to obey. No one is doing it like her.

7. Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen)

Yes this is a basic bitch pick, I'm well aware. But no matter if it's the book by Jane Austen, the 1995 BBC production, or the 2005 film by Joe Wright, I love this story so much! There's just something so romantic about it that no modern romance book can capture, and that's not without my trying to find one (just follow my trail of 1 star ratings on Goodreads). Elizabeth and Mr Darcy just read as complete and real characters, and I love how much Elizabeth cares for her family, refusing Darcy's first proposal in part because he insulted them and tried to separate Jane from Mr Bingley.

8. Lin Sukai (The Drowning Empire Trilogy by Andrea Stewart)

Now we're getting into the realm of books without adaptations so I cant use gifs anymore, and I honestly couldn't find any fanart of Lin either. Which is a crime! My girl is out here being extremely intelligent and driven (and badass in some of the later scenes), using her familial magic as daughter of the Emperor to try and dismantle his tyranny despite craving his approval, and trying her best to gain allies even though she was raised within the walls of the palace and is slightly out of touch, and she doesn't have a fandom here on Tumblr? And that's only in book one of the trilogy!

9. FitzChivalry Farseer (The Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb)

I haven't even finished The Realm of the Elderlings yet (16 thick ass books, nay, tomes) but I already know this is my favourite fantasy series of all time, and Robin Hobb is beyond doubt a master of her craft. One of her main talents is writing the ultimate poor little meow meow because good lord, Fitz just cannot catch a break no matter what he does or who he's trying to benefit. The pacing of these books can be quite slow but I promise it's always worth the emotionally devastating pay off. (It's also a tough call between Fitz and The Fool on who my favourite Hobb character is!)

10. Sancia Grado (The Founders Trilogy by Robert Jackson Bennett)

The final one is also my most recent addition to this list, seeing as I'm only just starting book two after finishing Foundryside late last year. While that shows how much I loved Sancia after just one book of her, I also hope the rest of the trilogy delivers! So often books will state characters are masters of their craft and just expect readers to take their word for it, but Sancia gets to show off her skills multiple times on page, so you get the impression she really exists and belongs in this world rather than just being a set piece for it. Not only that, she defies the usual lone-wolf-asshole stereotype that's so common in these gritty fantasy books, and it's heartwarming to see the found family she's gathered by the end of the story compared to where she began.

So uh, thank you all for coming to my TED talk about all my blorbos, see you later!

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