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likeawildthing · 2 months ago

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As a recovering GirlBoss, I’m officially breaking up with my post-Christmas planning routine:

26- all Christmas decorations down

27- take stock of current year

28- values assessment

29- SMART goals for upcoming year with 6-8 life categories, fully planned by quarter

30-31 fully form this in my bullet journal while watching The life changing Magic of Tidying Up

Jan 1: Bring. It. On. Whole house, health, and work reset.

Sound exhausting? It was!

I don’t look on this era of my life (2016-2022) with cringe. Quite the opposite! That girl radically transformed her life from a broke, traumatized, single mom, community college dropout to a financially stable, creative, happy, MBA graduate with her dream job.

I am so grateful for her drive, determination, and passion. I am so proud of her.

And also? I’m so relieved I can no longer relate.

As someone whose core values are consistently curiosity and growth, I’m willing to adapt and change over time, shedding practices that no longer serve me in favor of those that do.

In 2022, at my post-graduation dinner, I signed a napkin promising my friends I would slow down. And I did, immediately scaling back my volunteerism and commitments in favor of radical rest and the pursuit of creative endeavors.

That winter, I made a paper chain to count down towards the winter Solstice in an effort to thwart the post-time change blues. When it worked, I adopted warmth, coziness, and light into my winter routine. Candles. Electric blankets. A soup a week. I also adapted my speed, just as we have done for most of our time on this earth. It also worked!

Since then, naturally, I’ve slowly been attuning my life to the seasons.

Spring — renewal, garden, waking up. Summer — enjoying time outdoors, being active and social.

Fall — abundance and gratitude, preparation for the holidays.

Winter is now a time of peace, joy, and reflection. I close my curtains at four, intentionally, and turn on my lamps, hit Netflix fireplace, and hang with a craft on my lap and good music in the background.

But I was still clinging to that last vestige of my GirlBoss era—my post-holiday planning session.

On the 26th, I couldn’t bring myself to take down the tree. She’s gorgeous and I love her! She’s staying up until January 6th this year. With the new job, I can’t take the entire week off. That’s ok! I still started my planning process.

No buy 2025.

Nervous system regulation.

A holistic health plan.

Glow up 2025!

Bucket list travel items.

To read, watch, and listen liste.

WIP creative projects.

Home to do list.

Dopamine list

Dot grid notebook ordered.

Action steps! Quarterly plans! Stationary!

And this morning, with my bullet journal still unfinished, I tried to reconcile stacks of paper with notes, dozens of screen shots, and multiple notes apps.

I felt frazzled, overwhelmed, and defeated. Why couldn’t I pick a path forward? Why couldn’t I even start a January page. Planning is my jam! As an ADHDer, it’s practically my calling.

So I had to ask myself…why am I doing this? If this is something I truly want to do, that aligns with my values, then it shouldn’t be this hard.

My time of renewal has transitioned to spring; so shouldn’t that be my time of planning for the new year? Isn’t it a little crazy to have fifteen major life goals this year? 2024 just wrapped up, so shouldn’t I take time to reflect on it, take stock, and truly understand what I want to take into my next year? Shouldn’t I take time to recover from the holidays? Would the world end if I stay slow and steady and take this slow season to fill my metaphorical well?

No, it will not.

So that’s what I’m doing.

My January calendar is noted with intentional social engagements and creative time. I put my goals away and instead loaded a bunch of reflective journal prompts to work through in the next month. Or two. Or three!

It feels vulnerable and wrong, not walking into the New Year with a Plan. But the bigger part of me thinks my lowercase plan—to rest, reflect, and connect with my friends and family, is going to work just fine.

So my hope for you is that you are at peace with where you’re at. And if you aren’t at peace, that you take the time to understand why, and that you’re willing to adjust course.

If you need a GirlBoss era, l will cheer you on, every step of the way! If you have a few goals, I hope you stick with them!

But if you, like me, want to stay slow, recover, and savor the season?

Come and sit.

How would you like your tea?

Ref pics (the napkin, my tree):

#Linds writes #pen to paper #new years

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metallicaislife · 1 year ago

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Birthday Boy

A/N: It is never too early to celebrate Cliff's birthday. Or just celebrate Cliff in general❤��

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ mostly fluff with a smutty ending

Word Count: 1,246

Warnings: oral(m receiving), m x f pairing

The last thing I wanted to do was seem suspicious, like I was plotting something. Even though that is exactly what I was doing.

Many weeks before Cliff’s birthday in the most nonchalant manor I asked if he had any plans for his birthday.

“We have a show that night. Afterwards I’ll probably just go home and light a joint.” He shrugged.

“That sounds like a nice chill birthday.” I replied.

Cliff and I had been friends for years, and the past few months we’ve been more than friends. No label though, we’re just going with the flow. I still want to absolutely spoil him though. He doesn’t realize how much he truly means to me and the rest of the guys.

That’s when I cooked up the best plan, and I was thankful the guys were on board to help. I was worried Lars would get too excited and ruin the surprise, but he hasn't, which is a goddamn miracle.

My first surprise was executed with the help of his parents. Jan called me to tell me he was asleep and Ray brought Cliff’s car keys to me at the front door. I didn’t technically steal his car, I just happened to take it without him knowing. I took it to the gas station and filled it up so it would be full when he went to leave for the Metallimansion in the afternoon. I also popped a new tape he’d been talking about for a while in the cassette player, placing the cover in the glove box.

My second surprise was going over to the Metallimansion a couple hours before he was due to arrive so I could make breakfast for lunch for him and the guys. I dipped before he arrived so I could keep on schedule to get the party after the show ready.

While at home gathering the supplies I’d collected my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Now I know the guys can make something in a jam, but they don’t make pancakes like you do. Why’d you leave?” Cliff’s voice came over the receiver.

“I was going to stay, but I got called into work. I’m just finishing getting ready to go.” I lied.

“From this house, someone from work called you here?” He pushed.

“Yes, Susan has that number for emergencies if she can’t reach me at home.” Not a lie, it just wasn’t the truth in this case.

“Alright. Well, will you be available tonight? I’m bummed you didn’t get to stay for lunch and I want to spend time with you today.” He said, making my heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, I’ll be around.” I replied.

“Good. Thanks for the gas and cassette by the way.” I could hear the grin in his voice.

“Happy Birthday, Cliff.” I said smiling.

“See you tonight.” He replied and hung up. I placed the phone on the hook and leaned against the wall with my hand over my heart. That man will be the death of me.

The rest of the day went by quickly as I got everything in order. It was cheesy, and he might hate it but I decorated the Metallimansion, I had a little bit of help as some of his friends from other bands filtered in.

His friends and I were just chilling. I checked the time and they would be home soon so we turned the lights off and hid.

I could hear James, Kirk and Lars enter.

“Why didn’t anyone flick on the lights?” Cliff asked, he turned the lights on, I jumped out with the few friends of his I had invited.

“Surprise!” We shouted.

Cliff stared at us, he began to smile wide, it even reached his eyes. So either he hated it and was pretending not to, or he was actually happy with this.

“Thank you guys, this really means the world to me.” Cliff beamed.

“Don’t thank us, it was all her.” Lars said, nodding to me.

Cliff looked over, our eyes met. I couldn’t begin to describe the look in them.

“Thank you.” He said again.

“You mean a lot to us, all of us. Happy birthday Cliff.” I smiled sweetly at him.

The party was well underway, everyone was chatting. Cliff seemed happy to see his friends.

I was in the kitchen getting some water when arms snaked around my middle and a chin landed softly on my head.

“Wanna get out of here?” Cliff asked.

“It’s your party birthday boy.” I replied.

“I’ve had my fill. I just wanna spend the rest of the night with you.” He said and nuzzled my head.

“I gotta clean up.”

“You've done so much, you planned all this and decorated. Let the guys take it down. Are you really going to deny me my birthday wish?” He said, giving my middle a squeeze. My cheeks heated up.

“Okay, where to?” I asked

“Your place.” He answered.

“Your wish is my command. Let’s go.” I replied. His arms loosened, before I could get far he turned me and pulled me into him placing a tender kiss on my lips.

“Thank you.” He smiled at me.

“You’re welcome.” I replied, smiling back at him.

We slipped out the back, the drive to my place was quick. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself as we entered my room.

“Let me thank you properly.” He said as he nipped at my neck.

“Mmm, as nice as that sounds, you're the birthday boy and I want to celebrate your body.” I said.

“That was so cheesy.” He laughed.

“Shuddup you love it. Now sit.” I commanded.

“Yes ma’am.” He said with a grin as he sat on the edge of my bed. I slowly took my clothes off leaving the lingerie set I’d bought for this occasion. Cliff’s eyes widened slightly, then he began to smirk.

I knelt in front of him and unzipped his jeans. I reached in pulling out his cock rubbing it softly. Cliff groaned as I gave his tip a couple kitten licks. I licked from the base to the top a couple times before taking him in my mouth. He leaned back on his elbows as I began bobbing my head back and forth in a slow sensual manner.

“Shit. Feels s’good.” He groaned, throwing his head back as his eyes closed. I started to move a bit faster. His hips started to move as he thrust into my mouth. My eyes were glossy as he repeatedly hit the back of my throat. He opened his eyes looking at me.

“So goddamn beautiful, sucking me so well.” He praised me. He laid back, and his hand gripped my hair as he pushed my head down as far as I could go, he came down my throat. His grip on my hair loosened and I released his cock from my mouth. His chest heaved. I wiped the spit and cum that had dribbled out from my chin.

“Come here.” He opened his arms. I crawled and laid in his arms.

“Thank you for the best birthday, babe.” He murmured.

“You’re welcome. You’re really special to me so I wanted to show you that.” I replied softly.

“Mm you’re so sweet.” He kissed my forehead. “Can I ask for one more birthday wish?” He asked.

“Of course.” I replied.

“Will you let me drown between your thighs now?” He asked with a smirk. I giggled.

“Your wish is my command.”

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #cliff burton #cliff burton x reader #metallica smut #cliff metallica #cliff burton smut

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darkcreamz95 · 1 year ago

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First day of 2024 and I did a journal jam with some friends today, so here's me going all out for my first entry in my Hobonichi~

I'm also trying to fill up my travel journal from the NL trip, so here are some pages from when I met Jan after the show in the Hague~

#joker out #jan peteh #nace jordan #journal #hobonichi #travelers notebook #le art of darkcreamz95 #EYO thought of sharing some journal pages I made #enjoy!!!#yeah those are some silly faces #journal spread

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kobling0007 · 9 months ago

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CrimsonJam "Eyjen" (MLP OC)

🧁🩸 CrimsonJam "Eyjen"/"Jen" 🩸🧁 - they/them + she/he/jam/vamp/it - adult/23 - unicorn turned bat pony

This art is also from Jan/24, Daegal's partner/GF! They're also one of my main MLP characters, I also love them so much but ALSO haven't done much with them LOL (even less than Daegal) Still have more art to post of jam though :))

They are generally pretty excited, happy, optimistic! They like what they like and do what makes them happy- but also cares about everyone around her, sometimes putting herself at risk to help them. (^ "I must help them!! they can't die because of me!!" kind of vibe- they'd blame themselves if something bad happened to someone else because they didn't try to help)

Loves animals (especially misunderstood ones) and other ponies, adores baking and can be caught at many times of the week just baking anything she can get a recipe for. Jam-filled goods are their specialty!!!

🦇

pls fav and follow lol, i'd love art moots

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sidlarsson · 20 days ago

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I still remember when I listened to Hit Me Hard and Soft for the first time last May. God, god, god—if there was ever music I wish I could enter like a world, it would be this. I love Billie's mind (and Finneas'!), so reading about all the layered influences and references buried in her album was incredibly rewarding. No joke, I think Chihiro was probably my top-played track of 2024.

Anyway, this article was fantastic. I especially loved Eilish's mention of assigning colors to certain songs because not only do I do that (light synesthesia, maybe?) I low-key do the same for books I read, chapters I write. I love how "water-y" her music feels, invoking a quality of memory and dreaminess. So soothing and haunting simultaneously.

These sorts of conversations are my jam, in any case. If anyone's interested, I feel like fic writers should share their influences and inspirations, too. 😉

"What Inspired Billie Eilish's Grammy-Nominated Album? Let Her Show You," Joe Coscarelli (Jan. 29, 2025), The New York Times.

#billie eilish #finneas #hit me hard and soft #ao3 writer #writers on tumblr #writing community

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radishhqueen · 1 month ago

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2024 Writing Roundup!

tagged by @bobtheacorn <3

Words Posted:

about 40k, give or take! ao3 says 75k but i think it's counting all of the ol' switcheroo, half of which was published in 2023.

Additional Words Written:

guh. listen. half of my active wip documents were created before 2021. there's words in there. idk when they're from <3 but probably add about 40k, that feels right.

Fandoms:

Rise of the TMNT

Pokemon Legends: Arceus

Batman

guys i am not beating the "interests of a 12yo boy" allegations 😔

Highest kudos + Highest Hit One-Shot:

probably just by virtue of being the most populous fandom on the above list (Batman), my one-shot Twice Over won both of those categories despite only being published in November lol

New Things I Tried:

well first of all, i published fic that wasn't TMNT. 💀 even though i have been writing pretty consistently since like, at least 2018, most of what i wrote was centered on my dnd campaigns or other roleplays i was in.

i wrote and published some flash fiction, even though that hasn't historically been my jam!

Fic I Spent The Most Time On:

the ol switcheroo....... the back half of that fic kicked my entire ass. much emotional processing had to happen. i love it dearly and i'm so so so glad i'm done writing it <3

Fic I Spent The Least Time On:

Not 100% sure on this one, since I actually published a couple short fics this year, but my guess is Freaky Friday. i had a pretty clear image going into it, and I'm pretty sure I hammered it out in like 30-45 min.

Favourite Thing I Wrote:

ok i know i just said that the ol switcheroo haunts my nightmares but it is also definitely my favorite thing I wrote in 2024. I haven't been delving much into rottmnt fics this past year, but I feel like I was able to convey a fresh look on a F!Leo comes back to the past AU.

i struggled a lot to write the ending, but i am very happy with how it came out! i think it tied up all the loose ends nicely, while not minimizing Casey's grief or his recovery process :)

Favourite Thing(s) I Read:

I tend to be pretty stingy with my AO3 bookmarks, but there are two fics I read in 2024 that really stood out.

Creation of a Philosopher's Stone by @ocean-ignition (Rise of the TMNT) - IT COUNTS BC IT COMPLETED JAN 3 2024. Draxum has to deal with the consequences of his actions. Such a good character study on a guy that doesn't usually get character studies. Also all the alchemy bits are so stylistically fun. i am binding my own hardcopy version of this (very slowly)(right angles are intimidating)

The Long Way Home by itsnathalie (Batman) - i tend to dip out of fics somewhere after 60k; my attention span isn't quite long enough. however. I stayed up and read all 111k of this fic in one night on a work night and absolutely obliterated my sleep schedule. Jason and Tim get stuck in a horrible labyrinth that is trying to kill them. Every time a question gets answered, you walk away with three more questions about the lore. I need to go back and reread it with a highlighter and a notebook. It's so good it makes me wanna do analysis.

Writing Goals for 2025:

i want to do another longfic, bc i miss it. being more consistent about writing, even just small amounts daily. however, I am a hobby juggler at heart, so I try not to be too down on myself when my word count drops bc I'm too busy knitting or w/e

New Works:

speaking of longfic! Worrying About the Check is a Batman fic i just started. eyeballing 30k-ish, but everyone knows how good i am at estimating word count.

if the tmnt bug catches me again, i've got a pretty decent outline for mean teen fighting machine's EPF induced camping trip, so that's also possibly on the docket. :)

also I've had this Raph&Casey sickfic in my wips for like 6 months i really need to get that one out of there.

Tagging: @witchofthemoss @uncannyalien @......bro idk who else is writing rn. trying not to double tag people. if you wanna fill this out then by all means <3

#radish #tag game

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everydayzeus · 4 months ago

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It's All Shit, Ted - Chapter 6

What should one do after sustaining a head injury? Go to work without telling anyone and hope for the best? That's Jamie's plan. What could possibly go wrong?

Read on Ao3

TW: TW: Child abuse, More throwing up

Word Count: 2043

After taking a few more photos with Nora the ladies left the team to change out of their kits. As Jamie moved back to his locker he placed his beer on the bench below him, he’d only had a few sips but was regretting them already. The sounds of the team cheering around him, paired with the ever-bright fluorescent lights of the locker room caused him to squeeze his eyes shut in pain.. He could feel a bruise forming just above his left ear, the pain pulsating across his scalp and deep into his head, and it felt like the left side of his brain was turning to mush.

He quickly swapped back into his street clothes and took a look around the room; Will was currently chatting with the coaches, and Isaac had pulled a few of the lads into an impromptu arm-wrestling competition. All things considered, things had gone quite well today in terms of his standing with the team but he didn’t want to risk overstaying his welcome. Jamie tends to speak without thinking and with a mixture of post-match adrenaline and his head injury it was only a matter of time before he spewed out something prickish to someone, so it was time to make his exit. It was quite easy to slip out unnoticed with everyone now focused on Bumbercatch and Jan Maas, who were in the thick of an arm wrestling match across the room. Jamie slowly closed the door and headed out to call an Uber, had he paused for even a moment and looked back he would have seen how Will’s eyes flicked anxiously across the room, trying to spot him somewhere in the sea of players.

He’s had concussions before, he knows to stay hydrated and avoid his phone or anything too stimulating, and to rest as much as possible. He can’t exactly skip their scheduled training but at the very least he can ease up on his extra workouts for at least a day or two.

Forcing down a bottle of water he stared into his barren fridge, shutting it with a sigh of defeat and instead grabbing an icepack from the freezer before heading up to his bedroom. As Jamie connects his phone to the charger beside his bed he can see a notification glaring at him. He shouldn’t be looking at his text but there's something about this one that makes his heart clench.

Cap-Adoo has added you to Greyhounds

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Waking up had been a marathon within itself, add showering and throwing up the single fried egg he had tried to eat for breakfast, and you might as well call Jamie an Olympian. He found himself quietly trying to catch his breath in the backseat of an Uber while throwing back two Paracetamol and three Dramamine. When he had looked in the mirror this morning all he could see was the large purple bruise creeping out from his hairline onto his forehead, he had tried to touch it but the faintest brush of his finger on the surface caused pain to shoot through his head. That had resulted in him packing what was essentially a mini pharmacy into his kit bag, he managed to avoid the medics yesterday but there was always the chance someone would be lurking around the corner waiting for him to wince so they could bench him.

He had chosen to skip his extra morning workout but still arrived thirty minutes early for training. He had begun to enjoy Nelson Road when it was empty, the desolate halls paired with the dimmer lighting felt comfortable. There wasn't the constant feeling of being watched or judged.

When bodies filled the halls during regular hours Jamie would find himself waiting around corners and behind door jams until he could get through without running into anyone. Most of the staff were safe, Jamie never really had reason to interact with them last time, let alone harass them, but he was wary of the team and the coaches. He doesn’t think any of them would purposely hurt him but the looks they gave him, or the way they purposefully ignored him, were enough to make his skin crawl and have him walking on eggshells.

The best part of his early starts was Will. Jamie wasn’t sure when exactly the lad came in but he was always well into his routine when Jamie joined him. Today was no different, with Will already well into taking the old branding off their jerseys in the boot room. With nothing better to do, Jamie dropped his things and headed over to help where he could.

“Do you reckon the next sponsor Keeley gets us will be more fun?” Jamie says while trying to get an extra stubborn stain out of Winchester's jersey. “Something like Monster Munch. Oo or Jaffa Cakes! I know I can’t eat ‘em but that’s a company I’d be proud to wear on my chest.”

“I don’t think the company is named Jaffa Cakes,” Will has abandoned his task to laugh with Jamie. “Besides, like you said you guys can’t even eat ‘em so I doubt they’d sponsor you”

“True, but I can buy them, and smell all their delicious smells” Jamie allows his eyes to close as he puts the back of his hand to his forehead and swoons. This pulls another loud laugh from Will who all but collapses beside Jamie. Their shoulders knock into each other as their giggles settle into a comfortable silence. The two allow the silence to settle over them, Will turns his head to meet Jamie’s eyes.

“I-” He is interrupted by someone barging into the room, The two of them jump apart and turn to see a seething Nate standing in the doorway.

“Tartt. Your teammates are arriving and you’re in here on your ass having a laugh? If it suits your highness would you please go do your job?” His voice slowly increased in volume as he spoke. “And you Will, we aren’t paying you to sit around, get back to work.”

They both jump to their feet and Jamie quickly squeezes past Nate, his back pressed painfully into the doorframe. He tries to catch Will’s eyes as he exits but the boy's head is already down as he turns back to his task. Nate's glare follows him into the locker room, he walks in expecting to see the entire team dressed and ready with Lasso shaking his head in disappointment at Jamie’s tardiness. Instead, he finds only a few of his teammates have arrived and Colin is the only one dressed in his kit. The Coaches door is shut until Nate shoulders past him and enters the office. Checking his phone he can see training doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes.

He can feel the press of his headache returning, starting at his temple and radiating in waves across his skull. He pours out another round of medication from his bag, adding in a piece of ginger to hopefully help ease his mounting nausea until they’re through with the first half of training. There have been plenty of cases of players tossing their breakfast on the pitch but Jamie is never the first to fall, and he isn’t about to start now.

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When Jamie was 15, his mum had managed to line up her days off so she could finally come to one of his matches. It wasn’t a particularly important match, but between her two jobs and mending the neighbour's laundry for extra cash, it was rare for Georgie to have even a moment to herself. Instead of a much-needed rest day, she spent the weeks after receiving her schedule going on and on about how excited she was to watch Jamie play. Jamie was just as excited, he wanted nothing more than for his mummy to be proud of him and see how well he was playing. Of course, luck was never on his side, two days before the match his dad decided that he wanted to take him out for a day of father-son bonding.

The day consisted of following his father and his buddies as they moved from pub to pub, getting sloppier and louder with every stop. The grip his father has on the back of his neck gets tighter as he shakes him, proclaiming to anyone who’ll listen that his son ‘is gonna be the next starter for City, just you wait and see!’

By the time Bug and the other one, who’s name has never been brought up in Jamies vicinity, drag his father back to his flat, the man is stumbling from wall to wall just to make it to the fridge. Now that it’s just Jamie and James in an enclosed space completely alone, Jamie can feel himself start to panic. He can never predict which one of his moods his father will be in when he’s been drinking. He could just crash on the couch and be dead to the world until well into tomorrow, or…

“The hell are you just standing there for?” The fridge door slams shut, causing Jamie to jump from his place by the door. His father is now making his way over to the couch, cold beer in hand. “Jesus lad, you afraid of your own shadow now?”

Jamie simply shakes his head, his mouth feels like sandpaper as his father looks him up and down. He finally looks away to turn on the news and kicks his feet, dirty work boots and all, onto the cluttered table. Jamie forces himself to sit down on the lone lawn chair placed closest to the exit but aimed towards the TV. He has no idea what their talking about, all he can focus on is every small movement he can see from his father out of the corner of his eye. The man's movements are slowing and soon enough his chin hits his chest as he begins to snore. Jamie continues to stay completely still for a moment, before slowly rising to his feet and moving backwards towards the door. His eyes stay on his father until he feels the doorknob against his hands. He opens the door a centimetre at a time until it's just wide enough for him to squeeze through. He turns away from the door and walks down the front steps onto the pavement, speeding up as he gets to the gate.

He is just getting the gate open when something smashes into the back of his head causing him to drop onto the ground, his chin scraping against concrete. His ears are ringing and he can see shards of the bottle that hit him scattered in front of his face. A hand grabs him by the neck, just as it had only an hour ago, and begins to drag him back into the house. His father throws him onto the floor in front of the couch and shuts the door behind him.

Jamie had left the next day with bruises all over his body, all hidden by his clothing or his hair, a concussion, and a cracked rib. When his mom asked how their night was he just smiled and said it was good. He couldn't tell her how the lights in the house made his head hurt so mad he wanted to rip out his hair, or that his right ear still hadn't stopped ringing. Instead, he stayed in his room all day under the guise of homework and planned how he was going to play on Friday when he couldn't see what was right in front of him.

That was the first time he played a match with a concussion. They ended up with a tie but neither his mum nor his coach noticed when he snuck away to throw up in the bushes at halftime so it was a win to him. Mummy had squirrelled away a few extra pounds and wanted to celebrate with ice cream and despite Jamie's churning stomach, he forced it down. That night he couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down his face as he lay in bed, staring up at the poster facing his bed wishing it would come to life and take him away.

#ted lasso apple tv #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #jamie tartt angst #jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfic #angst fic #ao3 fanfic #everydayzeus #It's all shit ted #hurt/comfort #Nathan shelley bashing #james tartt sr

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12daysofmystrade · 1 year ago

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FAQ

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 2 years ago

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Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 14 : One communal banquet

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“Alright, so, we’re planning a picnic.”

“Yes.”

“For all the Gods — plus me and Remus.”

“Indeed.”

“And we’re hosting it here.”

“We are…”

“And it's going to be on the equinox…”

“It is,” Virgil said, leaning against the pillar as Roman furiously wrote on a page of a leather bound book filled with heavy grey-purple paper, “is this new information to you? Because I do regret to inform that we have planned this already, and you may have a memory problem if so.”

“No no,” Roman waved his hand as he continued writing, “Not new information, just stressed.”

Virgil sighed and crouched down next to Roman, gently plucking the quill from his hand. Roman finally looked up from the book.

“Take a break from this,” Virgil said gently, gesturing to the book, “Please.”

Taking a deep breath, Roman pushed the book away. He’d never be able to say no to Virgil, “Okay.”

“Why are you so worried about this?” Virgil asked, “It’s just a picnic, we’ve done many of them, you know what you’re doing.”

“Maybe — but… it’ll be everyone, and— I’m going to be the only mortal there but I’ll be hosting and Virgil I can’t even cook.” Roman said, shaking his hands, “Oh why did I think I could do this—"

“Roman, come here,” Virgil said, gently pulling Roman into a tight embrace, strong enough for the pressure to somehow block out the spiralling thoughts. Virgil ran a hand down Roman’s spine and somehow drew out all the tension in his shoulders with it, “You’ll be okay.”

“Thank you,” Roman mumbled into Virgil’s chest, “How do you always know how to calm me down?”

“I’ve been there,” Virgil said, kissing the top of Roman’s head.

“You have?” Roman asked, “But you’re always so… calm”

“I wasn’t always,” Virgil said, “There was a time — a long, long time ago — when I could barely go days without spiralling, it caused awful storms — stuff that would destroy landmasses, awful — but— that was before you all were here, it was a time of chaos, but… Lo and Pat helped me through it all after they themselves had figured it out, and that’s how I know.”

“Sometimes I forget you’ve been here so much longer than I have,” Roman mumbled, “A picnic seems silly in comparison, doesn’t it?”

“It doesn’t,” Virgil said, “well— maybe it does to you, but to me it’s just as important as everything else we do.”

“Thank you,” Roman told them, looking up, “For helping me, and everything else, I was— I’m overthinking this.”

“Maybe a little,” Virgil said, “No-one will mind that whatever food you bring wasn’t made by yourself, trust me, and if you’re still worried — we could try making something?”

Roman frowned at him, a little confused, “You know how to cook?”

“Uh…” Virgil’s expression became a puzzled frown, “I don’t think so.”

“Well this sounds like a terrible idea,” Roman said, “We should try it.”

Virgil seemed to choke on a laugh in surprise, “If you think you can convince Taz to let us use her kitchen, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“I do suppose that would be the greatest challenge,” Roman nodded, reaching for the book again though he stayed firmly attached to Virgil, “What kind of food do the others like? Do you know?”

“Hm, Lo likes jam,” Virgil said, “So anything with jam is a safe bet, Pat will eat just about anything that contains enough sugar to kill a horse, Jan prefers savoury foods.”

Roman hurried to write down what Virgil was saying, before nodding.

“So… we could make cupcakes — I know everyone enjoyed those — we could make tarts? Some with jam and some others with… I don’t know, cheese or something… maybe pastries?”

“That all sounds like it would be lovely,” Virgil nodded, smiling as Roman continued to write food ideas in a list in his notebook, ready to potentially bake soon enough.

—-

Taz wouldn’t let them use the kitchen.

She might have trusted Virgil to at least not set anything on fire, but when he mentioned never having cooked before, she put her foot down.

“You two are not burning down my house today,” She said, holding out a hand, “Give me the list, I know you have one.”

Roman rolled his eyes, but pulled the notebook from his bag and handed it to her, open on the page featuring said list.

“That’s a lot of food for two people honey,” Taz said after reading it over, “Even I wouldn’t give you this much.”

“Oh there’s actually, um, six of us?” Roman said tentatively. He hadn’t yet brought up the subject of the other Gods with his Ma yet, and he hoped not to have to today. If she had passed out at the thought of Virgil, he’d really like to ease her into the fact that he was friendly with the two Gods who she actually worshipped, and he was terrified of how she would react to… Remus.

Not that he didn’t feel awful about keeping that particular piece of knowledge from her — she should know that she could talk to her other son again, but Roman… he just couldn’t tell her. Not yet. Why? He honestly didn’t know.

Maybe he was just scared.

Virgil took his hand and gently nudged his foot with theirs. Roman took a deep breath, and smiled back at his mother, praying that she wouldn’t ask too many questions.

“Okay,” She nodded, “I’m glad you’re making more friends, maybe I’ll be able to meet them soon?”

“I— yeah, definitely! Soon!” Roman nods, “Thank you, ma.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” She said, looking over the list, “When exactly do you need this for?”

“Uh, the weekend.” He said, “Also, please don’t look at the rest of that book.”

“I won’t, hon,” She said, shaking her head, “Privacy.”

“Yeah,” He nodded, before turning to Virgil, “Okay, so, should we go?”

“Where are you two off now?” Taz turned to ask.

“Oh, we actually still need to invite everyone,” Roman chuckled, “Maybe we should have done that first, actually.”

—-

They managed to get around each temple in that one afternoon. For Lo they left a note — because despite warming up to mortals in the two years, they still preferred not to appear before them, and the Library had been particularly crowded that day.

They had been held up at Pat’s temple, because she was incredibly friendly — as always — and it took almost half an hour for the conversation to actually circle around to the picnic invitation. He had been excited to see Roman again after the last time, and wanted to hear all about the weeks that had passed since they had met. It wasn’t easy for Roman to say no to a God, especially not the Sun God — with how powerful and respected she was, and because they didn’t have the same relationship that he and Virgil did. Eventually, Virgil had needed to cut in so that they could ask what they actually came here to ask.

Fortunately, Pat was just as excited about the idea of a picnic as Roman and Virgil had thought he would be.

—-

“What is a picnic,” Jay said, narrowing his eyes at them from where they stood, cloaked in shadow from behind the altar in his temple, “It sounds hellish.”

“No — it’s uh— it’s like, when friends get together and eat food?” Roman said, taking a deep breath, “It’s supposed to be fun.”

“And who else have you invited?”

“Um, well it’ll be me and Vi, and Pat’s coming. We've also invited Lo, but we haven’t got an answer from them yet,” Roman listed, “I was also hoping you could… bring Remus? Too? If you come at all, that is, of course.”

Jay sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose without responding for a long moment, before stepping out of the shadows so that they were face to face.

“Fine, I’ll come,” Jay said finally, Roman breathed a sigh of relief, “You said there will be food?”

“Indeed,” Roman nodded, “There should be something that everyone who’s coming likes but um— if you’d like to request anything then you’re more than welcome?”

—-

“Everyone should be here soon, it’s nearly noon,” Roman muttered to himself as he laid the food Ma had made for them out neatly in the centre of the large rug he had brought. Virgil wasn’t here yet — Roman had asked him to come at midday, just like everyone else — but admittedly, it did make it a little more difficult to set up by himself.

Once he had everything set up, ensured that there would be space for everyone to sit and that he had gotten all of the food correctly set out, Roman retreated back into the temple to wait for everyone to arrive — and also retrieve the gifts he’d made for each one of them.

Now that they were friends, he hoped anyway, they all needed ribbons after all.

—-

Lo was first to arrive at the temple, at the precise moment the sun reached its peak in the sky, he was sure. After that was Virgil — who was disappointed he hadn’t been the first to arrive. Pat arrived next, all smiles with a box of cookies he had apparently made himself to gift to Roman.

“Do we know if Jay is coming?” Roman asked when the conversation lulled shortly after he led the others outside to the blankets he’d set up. The atmosphere was good, if slightly awkward, which Roman was glad for. He had been worried that they would argue.

“Did he tell you he would be?” Lo asked, taking a sip from a glass filled with cranberry juice.

“He did,” Roman nodded, “Though he didn’t seem particularly uh— enthusiastic about the idea.”

“He’ll be here,” Pat said, before leaning across the rug to Roman and stage whispering, “I made sure to mention it in Remus’ earshot so he doesn’t have a choice.”

Virgil sorted, “Yes, I suppose that’ll do it.”

“Ro!”

Roman yelped as he was tackled by his ghost-brother, laughing as he shoved Remus off of him into the grass.

“Speaking of,” Pat laughed, “Hi Jay! Remus!”

“Hello everyone,” Jay said, sitting down elegantly between Lo and Virgil, “Apologies for my lack of punctuality.”

“No worries,” Roman said, smiling as Remus chose to sit basically on top of Roman by how close he sat, before grabbing a lemon cupcake and shoving the entire thing into his mouth at once.

“Wonderful,” Jay nodded happily.

“Okay now that everyone is here,” Roman said, taking a deep breath, “I have something for all of you.” Roman said, before hesitating, “Though — Remus, can you take things back with you?”

“Mhm,” Remus said through a mouthful of a second cake.

“He can,” Jay nodded, “What… exactly could you give us?”

“Well…” Roman started, unable to help the blush on his cheeks, “I made ribbons, for everyone.”

“Oh!” Pat said, clapping her hands, “Like the ones mortals give each other?”

“Similar to the one you gave to Virgil?” Lo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh— yeah! Exactly,” Roman nodded, reaching into the bag behind him to pull out a small bundle of colourful, embroidered ribbons, “One for each of you, and um, I made a new one for you, Remus… if you want it.”

“Fuck no,” Remus said, hand going up to touch the red ribbon braided into his hair that mirrored Roman’s green one, “I appreciate it, bro, but I’m good with the first one.”

Roman sighed in something close to relief, “Okay, I— I’m glad.”

“You have one for each of us?” Lo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah! I wanted to make sure you all know that I uh— consider you friends,” He told them, carefully separating the ribbons. The light blue one — patterned with flowers and a sun shape in yellow thread — he passed to Pat. Dark blue with stars and moon embroidered in silver to Lo, and Yellow with a black border he gave to Jay.

“And… for you Virgil I uh—" Roman took a deep breath, before reaching into the bag again, “I should’ve given this to you way earlier, but I was worried it wouldn’t measure up to the hairpin.”

From the bag he pulled a thin chain, with wire woven through the loops to create the image of silver flowers and leaves as it went. He passed it carefully to Virgil, who took it with just as much care.

“I thought you could loop it around your circlet,” Roman said, looking away to hide his blush, only to see Remus making silly kiss-faces. He turned back after elbowing his brother hard in the ribs, “Do you… like it?”

“I love it,” Virgil said, tracing a finger over the links of chain and the wire flowers, “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“Awee!” Patton squealed, hands coming up to cover their mouth and partially hide the expression of delight on her face, “That’s so cute!”

“A very sweet gift, that is practical to wear with their other jewellery,” Lo nodded, “I approve.”

—-

The rest of the afternoon was spent in quiet conversation. The group swapped stories and ate food and talked for hours, each of the Gods attached their ribbons to their person. Janus admitted that he actually already had one — that the plain greenish-yellow ribbon that sat pride of place around his hat had actually been a gift from Remus. He’d tied Roman’s ribbon into his hair. Lo had tied theirs around one of their two buns whilst Pat had wrapped his carefully around an antler.

The picnic had been a success.

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luckyluan · 1 year ago

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THE KING'S SPATULA, PT. III

JAN 21, 2024 - 10:33PM

“How much does it cost?” Cable said.

“A lot.” Baz Allistair said flatly.

Cable turned the small spatula-shaped scepter over in his hands and its gold metal cast a bright glare over his face. He could feel the trident's ancient energy growling in his palm—begging him to unleash its power.

“It’s talking to me.” Cable murmured.

“Yup. It’s the desideratum.” Baz Allistair’s flat tone called out.

The small shop was stuffed with magical artifacts from floor to ceiling and the ornate titles of ancient tomes glowed brightly against the dimly lit shelves. The shopkeeper, Baz Allistair, was as interested in this conversation as Cable was in paying his taxes. Baz Allistair regularly hunted and handled magical artifacts and resold them to his local magical community, but Cable was sure the shopkeeper did not knew what he acquired.

“It speaks to my desires.” Cable finished.

“Uh huh, yeah, that.” Baz Allistair said.

“I’ll take it off you for this.” Cable said.

He rummaged through his pockets to pull out a small cone shaped vial filled to the brim with a thick, iridescent substance. The vial filled the room with a spectrum of radiant energies and they danced on the walls. A fresh breeze fluttered through the stale and crusted pages which lay loose on the cabinets.

“Unicorn specimen. How did you--” Baz Allistair began.

“You have your ways. I have mine. Deal?” Cable asked.

He fixed Baz Allistair with a steel glare and the shopkeeper looked from him to the weighty vial swaying, untouched, in Cable’s closed fist. Baz Allistair licked his thin lips as he reached for the vial.

“Deal?” Cable reiterated.

“Ugh. Deal. Gimme.” Baz Allistair griped.

He snatched the gleaming vial from Cable as the patron stowed the trident in the pocket of his acid washed jeans. Cable, then, slid his hands into his back pocket and produced a tiny pod filled with blue wax. He held the pod in throwing position and pointed at the shopkeeper.

“Baz Allistair,” Cable called. “You’re under arrest for the improper management of magical artifacts and possession of illegal substances.”

“You little shit. You’re M.A.R.S?! You set me up!”

Cable flicked his shining gold badge at Baz Allistair with a grin and produced a pair of ivory cuffs.

“You set yourself up, Bazy. I’m just doing my job. I’m with the Magical Artifacts Reclamation Sector of Perliament and you’re under arrested.”

Cable launched the blue wax pod and the ivory handcuffs at Baz Allistair who recoiled as the ivory cuffs fastened, tightly, around his wrists. The tiny pod exploded and engulfed the shopkeeper. The blue wax shrunk until Baz Allistair was trapped in a sphere of wax the size of a tennis ball.

“All clear here. Coming in with the perp.” Commissioner St. James plucked the ball from the floor and jammed it into the pocket of his tan coat as he swept out of the store with the desideratum whispering to him from his pocket.

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Ok, as promised here’s the continuation of This Part where Gigi comes back from Paris and Crystal is confused about things. With Jan’s advice, Crystal has to talk feelings

“I missed you so much, I’m so glad you’re here.” Gigi swings open the door and throws herself at Crystal, nearly knocking her over in the process. She wraps her arms around her and squeezes tight, burying her face in Crystal’s shoulder. The brunette sinks into the feeling for just a moment before stepping back, clearing the fuzziness from her headspace.

“Are you embarrassed by me?” Well, shit. That isn’t how she’d intended to have this conversation. Gigi falters in her own movements, stopping in her tracks and spinning around with wide eyes.

“What?” Her mouth stays open a bit, her head tilting. “Crys, I-what?”

“I didn’t mean to ask you so up-front. That was supposed to come out really, really differently. I just-I need to talk to you, I didn’t want to chicken out.”

“Okay, I…can we sit down?”

She gestures for the couch and Crystal slips off her shoes, leaving them by the door. Gigi paces around the room, closing cabinets and tossing her blanket over the back of the couch, rearranging the pillows. Finding her place on the couch, Crystal sits on the edge of her seat. The room is suddenly filled with an awkward sort of tension. Gigi looks as if she’s about to cry, deflated and confused and uncomfortable in her own skin. For a moment, Crystal considers dropping the whole conversation. Then, she sees Nicky’s sweatshirt draped over the back of the armchair by the window. This isn’t a later conversation; it has to be done now.

“Do you really think I’m embarrassed by you?” Gigi starts, her voice an imitation of the way she shrinks into herself.

“I mean…yeah, kind of. Actually, not just kind of. I’ve been thinking that for a while now.”

“Crystal,”

“Why don’t you ever stay during my lives?” Gigi stiffens in her seat, shifting her gaze to the floor. The action both infuriates Crystal and upsets her even further. “Why don’t you ever do any of yours here? You always say how much people love to see you work, but you’re always doing them when I’m not around. I just…I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. My brain is putting things together.”

It takes Gigi a long time to respond. Her lower lip is jutted out slightly, her head down. She runs a hand through her hair. She shifts in her seat. She breathes slowly until she’s finally looking up at Crystal, eyes glossed over with emotion.

“I’ve been doing it on purpose. You’re right.”

“Okay.”

“But it’s not because of that; Crystal, I could never be embarrassed by you. You’re my favorite person on this earth. I miss you every second of time I’m traveling. I’m obsessed with your art, and your drive, and your passion, and I just…people were ruining that. They will ruin that.”

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“The only time I posted you in my story after getting my first job was just…I didn’t realize what I was doing. We were both at the studio; you were painting and I was trying to get some designs done. You put on some 90s hits station or whatever and we were just jamming, hanging out, I thought it would be a cute little thing to put on there like we always do. But then people were commenting on the story asking who you were, going to your profile, snooping around…they were throwing out some pretty hurtful things.”

“Oh.”

“I deleted the post and made sure the people who commented were blocked. It just…it threw me. I didn’t realize everything that comes with this. You have a full career ahead of you, you’re insanely talented, and I’m just getting likes for putting clothes on and looking pretty. And these idiots can’t see that.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to deep dive. I didn’t want any of that to get stuck in your head, or to mess you up. I’m realizing now that I made that decision for you.”

“Yeah, you did. And it still messed me up-I don’t get comments, sure, but you not having anything to do with me was just so confusing. Because you’re always saying things about Nicky, or Symone, or any of your other friends. Just not me.”

“I know, I see that now. I never meant to hurt you, you’re just…you’re different than everyone else. Knowing that people could hurt you just because you’re my friend? Knowing that I would be the person that triggered all this negativity? It’s a shitty excuse, but seeing you hurt like that would kill me.”

Crystal doesn’t respond. She digs her toes into the carpet, head swirling with conflicting feelings. She wants to forgive Gigi immensely, hug her and reassure her and coddle her until they’ve both forgotten this even happened. Another part of her, the stubbornness inherited by the long line of powerful women in her family, forces her to keep her eyes off of Gigi and her head clear.

“People can hurt everyone else you’re tagging too.” She murmurs. Gigi bites her bottom lip, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “I just wish you said something sooner, or gave me the choice. I just…I’m lost in the shuffle, y’know? And you say you value me more than that,”

“-I do,”

“-Then just…I don’t know. I’m not asking you to make some big long best friends forever post because that feels icky. I don’t want to come across as the kind of friend who doesn’t like you having other friends. I’m happy that you have people in your corner when you’re gone. I just want to be able to let people know how proud I am of you without it crossing some kind of invisible boundary. We talk about everything, and this just came out of nowhere.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Crys.” She shuffles closer to her on the couch, grabbing her arm. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re less than. You’re the most important person in my life, and I’m really really sorry.”

She’s near tears now, and Crystal squeezes her hand before opening her arms. Gigi falls into them, engulfing her in a tight hug with her legs curled up behind her. They sit like this for a while, contemplating where to go from here when one half of their world knows who Crystal is and the other is completely unaware. She’d been in one photo before, when Gigi had seen her first billboard, but it had been from behind and was tucked away in her feed, buried by professional photos and PR packages. Bringing her to light feels like coming out all over again, and it strikes a nervous chord for both of them even though they’re only admitting friendship.

After a while Gigi pulls her phone off of the coffee table, tapping her fingers against the screen nervously. She wipes at the bottom of her eyes, opening the front facing camera.

“Would you be ready to meet the world now?” She asks. The question comes out a bit slow, hesitant, but Crystal nods enthusiastically.

“Wait, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this right now.”

“I do have to do this right now, but not because I have to. I have to do this because I need to make things right. I never want you to feel less than again.”

The model can see her best friend nod through the screen, pressing their faces together. Crystal’s smile is brilliant; effervescent. Gigi isn’t crafting an image of herself, rather she lets the expression on her own face come naturally. After she takes the photo, she briefly contemplates posting it. Her eyes are wide like saucers, and she’s sure the world can see the way she’s lit up, turned into one giant heart. Maybe this is the look Nicky teases her about after she hangs up with Crystal when they’re away. Maybe this is the dead giveaway. But if Crystal is ready for the world to see them, then she’ll do it.

She’ll just have to ignore her followers exposing her for who she really is; a person painfully in love with their best friend.

#crygi #the baby model au #there’s so much i want to do with this au it’s disgusting it takes up a lot of my thoughts #just pages of notes of little ideas #like i know where so many people would exist in this au but it’d be like starting tons of offshoots #because remember this is an offshoot of the teacher au #so while all of this is going down our dear friends Denali and Rosé are still teachers #they just are taking a break from my writing space for a little bit

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Stage/Fright

I won't be reblogging Stage/Fright stuff here to prevent spoilers, but I'll use this pinned post for some real-time archiving. Last updated 18/02/25

SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT

Here are my observations and impressions and as many details as I can remember after my first viewing of Stage/Fright.

silverview has a wonderful, detailed report up here

I loved reading the observations from fecklesheckleshacklesschmeckles and kitmarlowe, too.

Press Night is Weds 29 Jan 2025, so we should get some high quality photos and "official" reviews after that Photos at the end of this post! Review roundup added now, too!

I'm going to try and track the celebrity guests throughout the run. Asks are open if you have a tip for a show you've attended!

Celebrity guests (plus the mime for their name and the show Len knows them from)

16/01/25 - Jim Howick (Gym Cow Sick - Horrible Histories) 17/01/25 - Ralf Little (Death in Paradise) 18/01/25 - The Actor Kevin Eldon (Cave In Held On - Fist of Fun) 20/01/25 - David Morrisey (Day Vid Morris [Boris] See - The Walking Dead) 21/01/25 - Marc Wootton (Mr Poppy, Nativity) 22/01/25 - Adrian Dunbar (Ted Hastings, Line of Duty) 23/01/25 - Nick Mohammed (Nick More Ham Head - Ted Lasso) 24/01/25 - Katherine Parkinson (Cat Thin Parking Sun - The IT Crowd) 25/01/25 - Gary Kemp (Car Reek Hemp - Spandau Ballet) / Martin Freeman (Fart Tin Three Man - Bilbo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings) 27/01/25 - Matthew Kelly (Mat You Ceilidh - Stars in Their Eyes) 28/01/25 - Lee Mack (Lemur Ick - Not Going Out) 29/01/25 - Alexander Armstrong (All Lick Hair Arms Wrong - Classic FM) 30/01/25 - Daniel Mays (Down Yell [Theresa] Mays - Line of Duty) 31/01/25 - Mat Baynton (Mat Pain Tonne - Horrible Histories) 01/02/25 - Les Dennis (Les Tennis - New Faces) and David Harewood (Day Vid Hair Wood - Martin Luther King, The Mountaintop)

03/02/25 - Tamsin Greig (Tame Sing Gregg - Friday Night Dinner) 04/02/25 - Monica Dolan (Moan Knickers Dough Lamp - Mr Bates vs the Post Office) 05/02/25 - Ophelia Lovibond ([James] Bond - W1A) 06/02/25 - Julian Rhind-Tutt (Julie [Andrews] Wine Tut - The Madness of King George) / Paterson Joseph (Peep Show) 07/02/25 - Mel Giedroyc (Smell Head Roy [Orbison] - The Great British Bake Off) 08/02/25 - Denis Lawson (Dentist Law Son - Star Wars) / Sue Perkins (Soup Hare Skins - Great British Bake Off) 10/02/25 - Dara Ó Briain (Parachute O Brie - Mock the Week) 11/02/25 - Rory Kinnear (Black Mirror) 12/02/25 - Matt Berry (Mat Bear Eye - The IT Crowd) 13/02/25 - Mackenzie Crook (Mack Hen See Rook - The Detectorists) / Mark Bonnar (Boner - Line of Duty) 14/02/25 - Phil Daniels (Fill - Quadrophenia) 15/02/25 - Emilia Fox (Meal Ear Fox - Silent Witness) / Sarah Hadland (Sir A Add Land - Strictly Come Dancing) 17/02/25 - Gemma Whelan (Jam A Wee Land - Yara Greyjoy, Game of Thrones) 18/02/25 - Joe Thomas (Sew Tom [cat] Ass - Fresh Meat) 19/02/25 - 20/02/25 - 21/02/25 - 22/02/25 - 24/02/25 - 25/02/25 - 26/02/25 - 27/02/25 - 28/02/25 - 01/03/25 - 03/03/25 - 04/03/25 - 05/03/25 - 06/03/25 - 07/03/25 - 08/03/25 - 10/03/25 - 11/03/25 - 12/03/25 - 13/03/25 - 14/03/25 - 15/03/25 - 17/03/25 - 18/03/25 - 19/03/25 - 20/03/25 - 21/03/25 - 22/03/25 - 23/03/25 - 26/03/25 - 27/03/25 - 28/03/25 - 29/03/25 - 31/03/25 - 01/04/25 - 02/04/25 - 03/04/25 - 04/04/25 - 05/04/25 -

Press Night Photos by Marc Brenner

Reviews Roundup compiled by u/NanetteFuckingNewman on Reddit

4 stars from The Guardian: “An ingenious edge-of-your-seat, one-step-ahead show”

4 stars from WhatsOnStage: “Joyously silly … great, all-encompassing fun”

4 stars from The Telegraph: “STAGE/FRIGHT reaffirms [the writers’] rare ingenuity… Bravo”

4 stars from Financial Times: “Another wildly clever, madly innovative and suddenly moving show from this inspired duo”

4 stars from Chortle: “A hugely impressive coup de theatre, keeping you guessing and gasping to the end”

5 stars from All That Dazzles: “Wickedly funny and impressively clever, Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith really have made theatrical magic”

4 stars from The Independent: "This is one play you won’t be checking your watch in"

5 stars from the Radio Times: "The production is fabulous across the board... it's a thrilling ride that shouldn't be missed"

4 stars from Time Out: "A delight, the duo at the peak of their powers"

4 stars from The i: "Riotously fun... raucously entertaining"

No rating (but highly positive) from Beyond The Joke: "This spectacular show is both side-splitting and spine-chilling... If you don't enjoy Stage/Fright, contact a doctor immediately, you might be dead. This is brilliant. Go see it." "In the interests of fairness, there have been a few more moderate reviews from the Evening Standard, The Stage and London Theatre (all 3 stars), and one stinker from The Times (2 stars). There’s always someone…"

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