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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 11 months ago

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Oiled Paintings

> melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

> requested? nope.

> content/warnings: mentions of arson, R is a closeted french

> a/n: this idea just came to me in the shower 🤷🏻‍♀️ let me know if anyone wants another part lol, and please tell me if the french here is okay enough 😭

“Alright, alright! Hush now!”

Teaching 8th graders the sense of art can either be a joy or a pain in someone’s ass—your ass, to be precise. Fortunately for you, it was both. There were days when the transitioning children were calm, and there were days when they reverted back to their kindergarten selves.

“All of you are required to bring aprons for our next meeting,” you told them as you wrote down a list of things they should bring. “You can also bring spare shirts, preferably dark ones, to top off your uniforms.” You reminded them gently as you watched most of the students write down what you listed on the board.

As you were watching them, a hand shot up from the side. “Miss, what are we doing at our next meeting?” Iya, a bright student who always helped you discipline her classmates, asked.

Giving Iya a smile, you crossed your arms and leaned back. “Remember our last lesson about paintings?” Your students nodded their heads. “Well, we’re going to do oil painting at our next meeting.” You topped off the list with a title that said OIL PAINTING.

A series of wohoo’s and yey’s were met with your announcement. Since you started teaching them how to properly mix paint, they’ve been waiting for an activity that consisted of paint, being dirty, and, of course, being free to paint whatever they wanted to. Raising your hands, you motioned for them to quiet down. “Alright, quiet down. I know everyone is excited—especially you, Jake. But before you leave, I just want everyone to know that I will need you to write what topic you are going to paint, just so we can have it as clean as possible. Just leave it with your last teacher for today.”

Right as you wrapped up your announcement, the bell rang, and the students began to stand and pile up outside the door for lunch. “Good job today, guys! Let’s go.” You gave them their signal to go.

As the last student went down the stairs, you went inside your classroom and prepared your laptop bag to go towards the teacher’s lounge on your floor. Yet, when you entered the lounge, you were met with a balloon on your face.

What in the hell is happening?

You swatted the balloon away and observed the room; it was full of decoration, and Mrs. Microft’s name was printed on a tarp just above the windows. As you read the small words below Mrs. Microft’s name, the information hit you. The elderly math teacher, who somehow harbored a disdain for you, was retiring. You scratched your nape and decided that the woman deserved to be wished off with peace, which included you not showing your face to her and watching it scrunch up with a frown.

Where am I going to take my lunch?

You thought as you travelled down the building with a frown. Not really paying attention, you bumped into Jacob, another 8th grade teacher, who somehow has not even shown his face in the 2nd floor lounge since he began teaching at Abbott. You weren’t even sure he knew your name.

"Hey, Y/N!” Well, he certainly did know your name. “Where are you going?”

Giving Jacob a nervous smile, you held up your lunch bag. “A place for lunch.” This had Jacob raising his eyebrows in curiosity. So, you decided to ease his mind and answered the unasked question. “The 2nd floor teachers are having a farewell party for Mrs. Microft, and since the woman clearly hates me—” You and Jacob walked down the stairs towards the 1st floor lounge. “I decided that stressing her with my face was too much, even for Satan’s cousin.”

Jacob nodded his head as you told him what happened; he didn’t even know that he was leading you to the 1st floor lounge. When you stopped talking, both of you were faced with the lounge’s door. “Well, we’re already at the front of the 1st floor lounge; you can take your lunch here. Although I would warn you—” He opened the door and motioned for you to step closer. “Mr. Morton takes his lunch here, so if he bothers you, just turn your head in another direction.”

Stepping inside, you nodded your head at Jacob. You weren’t really sure as to why he would warn you about Mr. Morton, because the science teacher is a softie towards certain people, and that includes you. "Sure, Mr. Hill, thank you for the heads-up.” The first person you saw inside was, of course, Mr. Morton, who stood up and walked towards you.

Crossing his arms, Mr. Morton raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, well. Look at who the bird brought in.” A minute went by, and Jacob had his breath on hold as he watched Mr. Morton eye you up and down. Yet, as you reciprocated the action towards Mr. Morton, the science teacher gave you a smile and a pat on the shoulder, then went back towards his seat.

Jacob released his breath and huffed before taking your shoulders and guiding you towards his, Janine's, and Gregory’s table. “I knew this seat was going to be taken soon!” He motioned for you to sit down in between him and Janine.

The moment you sat down, Janine was all over you like ants on sugar. “Hi! I’m Janine, Miss Teauges, but you already know that—I'm one of the second grade teachers.” To be honest, you didn’t even know her name, so you were grateful that she said it. “This is Gregory, the first grade teacher. He was a sub before being permanent; apparently, he just waited for the students to warm up to him before telling Ava he wanted to apply for the position permanently." You noticed that Janine waved her hands a lot when she told a story. Gregory tended to just listen to her, even when she spoke over him.

Ah, he’s in love.

However, on the other table, Melissa and Barbara can tell you were getting irritated at Janine’s incessant babbling. And before you decide to stand up and leave the room, Barabara chooses to intervene. "Ah, Janine. I doubt Miss...”

Turning your head and giving Barbara your attention, you replied. “L/N. Y/N L/N. 8th grade teacher, arts.”

Barbara gave you a nod and continued. “I doubt Ms. L/N is interested in how Gregory decided to apply for a permanent position.” With this, Janine gave Barbara a tight-lipped smile and leaned against her chair. Giving Janine a glance, you offered Barbara a grateful nod. “Oh, I’m Mrs. Howard, kindergarten teacher.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Howard.” You gave her a blinding smile and turned to the other teacher beside Barbara. “And Mrs.” The redheaded teacher beside Barbara looked at you with a raised eyebrow and smirked.

“Schemmenti. Melissa Schemmenti. You call me Ms. Schemmenti, capisce?” Melissa—Ms. Schemmenti pointed at you using her fork, making your eyes widen. Giving the redhead a nervous smile, you dug into your lunch box and grabbed your lunch.

Giving her friend a glance at her odd behavior, Barbara cleared her throat and turned back to you. “So, Y/N, why haven’t we seen you before? How many years have you been working here at Abbott?”

Tearing your gaze from Melissa, you gave Barbara a smile as you unpacked your lunch. “Ah, I’ve been here for five years. I teach 8th grade art, so I always spend my time in my classroom.” You finished explaining before taking a bite of your chicken salad.

Melissa watched you as you took a bite of the chicken out of your salad and scrunched up her nose. “Is that Parisian Chicken Salad?” The redhead leaned her back against the table while scrutinizing your lunch.

You finished chewing the chicken before giving her a reply. “Uh, yes.” You gave her a frown while taking your water bottle out of your bag. “You French?” With her assumption, you choked on your water and coughed. Fortunately, you didn’t spit any of it on the table or towards Janine, who watched you banter with Melissa.

Shaking your head frantically, you replied. “No. I just... like French food.” Your answer made Melissa purse her lips and turn her back to you.

Noticing the change in the atmosphere, Jacob asked. “So, Y/N, you didn’t answer Barbara’s question completely.” This made you look at Jacob with gratification in your eyes. As you were about to answer, Mr. Morton beat you to it.

"Y/N, are you down here because of Mrs. Microft?” Mr. Morton asked you without looking up from his phone. The information brought up made Melissa look up from her phone and towards you with an eyebrow raised.

Clearing your throat, you nodded sheepishly. “Uh-huh. Apparently the teachers upstairs are throwing a farewell party for her.” You glanced at Barbara and Melissa to see their reaction. Both of them harbored a shocked expression at what you said. Giving a shrug in their direction, you continued. “Yeah, and because Mrs. Microft doesn’t really like me—” You leaned forward. “She always frowns when she sees my face.” You leaned back. “I thought I'd give her the day and leave her alone.”

Mr. Morton waved your worries aside and scoffed. “If I were you, I wouldn’t give that old hag the satisfaction of having a peaceful day.” Now, he turned his phone off and leaned back against the couch, then looked at you. “Remember that day when you found your paint brushes cut to pieces and broken into two?” You nodded at this.

Remembering that day, you walked into your classroom to find all of the paint brushes that the children had used the day before were either broken or ruined to oblivion. After cleaning the brushes up and wiping your tears while doing so, you talked to Ava to let her see the CCTV tape just outside your classroom, but she told you that the CCTV cameras didn’t work on the second floor. The talk only lasted for five minutes before Ava kicked you out, and Mr. Johnson found you crying in the janitor’s closet. That’s how you formed a bond with the janitor; the whole day you spent your vacancies with him, learning why and how the songs in the panel box were only from Boyz II Men. Though you didn’t get to know his first name that day.

“What does it have to do with Mrs. Microft?” Jacob gave Mr. Morton an exasperated look. The question also made you frown until you pieced it together.

“That fucking bitch.” You slammed your fist on the table, shocking Janine and Gregory and making Jacob jump.

“Woah there, language, missy.” Barbara waved her hands towards you in an attempt to calm you down.

“Je brûlerai ses affaires, puis je la ferai regarder du deuxième étage.” I will burn her things down, then have her watch it from up on the second floor.

“And you tell me you aren’t French, french fry.” Melissa gave you a smirk, putting her chin on her hand and watching you flare up with anger.

Choosing to ignore Melissa’s teasing, you packed up your lunch without finishing it and stood up. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked Mr. Morton. In return, he gave you a shrug and went back to his phone. Letting out a scoff, you stomped towards the door to leave.

“Where are you going?” You heard Jacob shout as you grabbed the door handle.

“To burn her things down.” Then you left. Although you did try to close the door brusquely, the latch didn’t let you.

As you left, you didn’t notice Melissa’s gaze towards you turn from interest to pure adoration. But Barbara, knowing her friend, noticed everything. Yet she let Melissa turn to face her fully before giving the redhead a light kick on the shin. “What?” Melissa whispered.

“You like her.”

This made Melissa frown and give Barbara an incredulous look, then replied. “Given how she responded to the information that Mrs. Microft was ruining her things, I do like her.”

Shaking her head, Barbara gave Melissa a playful smile and leaned towards the redhead. “You like like her.”

Barbara’s sentence made Melissa shake her head frantically. “No! I just like her as a future friend.” But Melissa’s reply only made Barbara’s grin widen.

“That’s what she said.”

Protecting French Fry (2)

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #barbara howard #jacob hill #lisa ann walter x reader #lisa ann walter

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 1 year ago

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Hey hey! Back with another poll!

For those of you who haven’t played Hatoful Boyfriend, which character’s route is most intriguing to you?

Please share who you picked in the tags or something! I just want to know hehe

#please pass around! :D #didn’t include Tohri or Azami because their routes are a bit odd and not as impactful on the true route. Sorry. I do love them both #storyrambles #hatoful boyfriend #my polls

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lennsart · 11 months ago

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Ok ok ok so

I've bought the Zelda Encyclopedia because I am in a hyperfixated rampage about LoZ. And on one hand it's the best thing ever, because special interest is going brrrr.

But ! But.

I've bought in french. Because I... Am french.

And I don't know if the english version has troubles, alright ? But THE FRENCH VERSION IS A BADLY TRANSLATED HELL and I need to rant.

Keep in mind that I didn't study the book. I've skimmed through. And I'm already holding my head in my hands in a dramatic 'losing my mind' posture.

But anyway ! Here's the defendant :

This is the book I'm talking about, and all the pictures that follow come from this book.

Follow me into translation hell !

Note : I actually usually prefer the french translation in Zelda ! They do a good job at translating things that make sense, leaving things as they are when it isn't needed, and I often find the translated characters' names prettier. (Example : Makar, the korok from Wind Waker, is called Dumoria. I have NO IDEA why it changes so much but it sound so much better in my opinion !) So this is not VF hate. This is genuine uncomprehension as to WHY IS THE BOOK LIKE THIS.

Now, you don't need to go far into the book to have a problem with it.

First few pages. Like literally before the actual content of the book. Presentation of the games. Easy enough, right ? Not hard to beta read, RIGHT ?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "THE MINISHIP CAP". WHAT DO YOU MEAN. IT'S NOT LIKE THE TITLE IS WRITTEN ON THE PICTURE ABOVE. How did it happen ?? The name doesn't even change in french, help

"Miniship cap" I already want to quit and it's my INTRODUCTION to this book.

We can divide the mistakes of this book in three categories :

- Lore mistake

- Translation mistake

- Wtf mistakes

I would place "Miniship cap" in the WTF category, for obvious reasons. (HOW???)

The first two categories are easily justified : they asked someone to reread the book and the person wasn't very interested/didn't know Zelda well. But it makes the book LIE

Example of lore mistake :

The title here is " The Ancient Temple, marked by the loftwings".

THE L O F T W I N G S.

This is the ancient temple in Twilight Princess. This is supposed to read OCCAS ! SKYWARD SWORD WASN'T EVEN RELEASED YET !! LOFTWINGS DIDN'T EXIST !

Why did this happen ? Well, in french, Loftwings are called "Célestriers" (mix of the words "céleste", celestial, and "destrier", which is apparently the same in english but I've never seen it before, it's a horse usually or an animal you ride). And Occas ? Are called "Célestiens". People that lives in the sky, basically.

So yeah, Célestriers, Célestiens, I SEE the mistake, ok ?

But still. Uncool. Boo.

Now, example of translation mistake :

The first sentence here is a description of a picture, it reads "Aryll is abducted by Helmaroc King on Ganondorf's orders".

Why isn't this shocking to you, english reader ? Because Helmaroc King is the ENGLISH name of the big bird. In french, there are no "roi Helmaroc" ("roi" means king). It has been translated.

But maybe the book doesn't know, right ? IT'S NOT LIKE THE NAME IS WRITTEN ON THE NEXT PAGE, RIGHT ?

THERE. LE ROI CUIRASSE. THIS IS THE BITCH I KNOW ABOUT. I'M LOSING MY MIND

But again, alright, I guess someone didn't think to translate the name. Some characters's names aren't translated (example : french Skull kid is called... Skull kid. I am thankful for that), so maybe they just didn't THINK to check if there was a translation.

Even though. It was on the next page.

AND I WAS GOING TO LET ROI HELMAROC SLIDE. I WAS.

AND THEN I LOOKED AT THE SAME FUCKING PICTURE I TOOK OF THE BOOK.

First thing I underlined, "Mélodie", is a typo of Medli's name in french, which is "Médolie". I get it, it's an anagram, I've read it Mélodie my whole childhood, OK French Zelda Encyclopedia. OK.

BUT "ÉPÉE MAÎTRESSE" ?? NO.

THE MASTER SWORD IS NOT FUCKING CALLED "ÉPÉE MAÎTRESSE". MAÎTRESSE IS WHAT YOU CALL YOUR TEACHER WHEN SHE'S A WOMAN AND YOU'RE TEN, OK ?

(Actually, "maître" and its feminization "maîtresse" do mean master. But it's. It feels wrong. It's not the in-game name, and it feels wrong.)

THE MASTER SWORD IS "ÉPÉE DE LÉGENDE", OK ? LEGENDARY SWORD. THERE IS NO ÉPÉE MAÎTRESSE.

AT LEAST I HOPE.

Breathing in, breathing out... Ok. A not so important one :

"Les oiseaux" means "the birds", and yes, in english, those cuties are called "little birds" which would be literally "petits oiseaux" in french. (I know, too much vowels, I'm not here to defend my birth language BEAR WITH ME)

But in the VF ? They aren't 'birds'. They are PIOUPS. (Pronounced pyoop, it doesn't mean anything, just mimic the bird's noise)

THEY ARE 'PETITS PIOUPS' ALRIGHT ? AND I LOVE THEM. I'm just. Sad that their name isn't in the book. This is petits pioups erasure.

(After checking, the item they drop is called "plume d'oiseau", so "bird feather". The word "pioup" is just in the description of the item, so... Maybe it's just me. BUT STILL. LET ME CALL THEM PIOUPS IT'S ADORABLE)

And we're not even in my favorite category ! May I introduce :

The what the fuck mistakes

Aka : I can't understand how they let it slide.

Here I want you to read the description of the picture 6.

"Playing the Song of Healing, Link gets his normal appearance back".

Ok, this is probably a description of when Link goes from Deku Scrub back to Hylian, so I am expecting a picture of Link !

Image 6 : WHY IS IT THE CREEPY LINK STATUE.

DID THEY KNOW ABOUT BEN DROWNED ?? WHY IS THE WORST POSSIBLE REPRESENTATION OF LINK IS DESCRIBED WITH "LINK GOES BACK TO NORMAL". NO. NO I AM CALLING MY LAWYER, BOOK, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME.

You know, in a book, there can be translating errors... And, apparently, there also can be "we forgot to fucking translate" errors.

Plural.

IN THE GODDAMN TITLES.

And I studied graphic design, alright. I know, TRUST ME, I know your eyes can get used to the titles and make you miss 'obvious' mistakes.

BUT THIS IS WHY YOU GET SOMEONE TO RE-READ. This is a fucking official book ! That has been published by probably very official publishers, I don't know, I haven't checked !

POURQUOI LE LIVRE EST NUL ? POURQUOI EST-CE QU'IL Y A AUTANT D'ERREURS ? COMMENT EST-CE QUE "MINISHIP CAP" EST ARRIVÉ ? OÙ SONT LES PETITS PIOUPS ? ENGAGEZ-MOI POUR RELIRE LE LIVRE LA PROCHAINE FOIS C'EST PAS POSSIBLE !!

I at least hope some of you laughed watching me losing my mind in french ; I hit the ten images limit, but I'm sure I'll find enough for a part two. I've lost all faith in this book. I'll read it thoroughly just to scream about it on Tumblr.

[*holding a knife towards the book* I won't let anything slide, you hear me ?]

Now with a part 2 !

#I've already found some other things. it's. I don't have the words #Zelda #Legend of Zelda #LoZ #the legend of zelda #translation mistake #help #the book is killing me slowly #but I enjoy reading it #Zelda Encyclopedia #French Zelda Encyclopedia Is A Nightmare #Lenn rambles

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linnoya-writes · 2 years ago

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Kataang “But it’s only a 2-year age difference!” argument

Ah yes. The amount of times KAs bellow this, along with “...but Katara was a mother to everyone!” can wallpaper my entire apartment.

Let me deep-dive as to why a 2-year age difference is actually much more significant between a mature teenager like Katara and a carefree kid like Aang, particularly in the universe of ATLA.

The ATLA world isn’t structured like our modern day, where 14/15-year-old girls worry about Algebra tests and Homecoming dates, or 12/13-year-old boys only have to skip down a couple blocks from their junior high to the big-kid school to meet their first crush “forever girl” for some ice-cream and Instagram Selfies after her friendly tennis practice, and French Kiss under the bleachers before her big brother catches them and nearly vomits from Oogies.

Oh no. The ATLA world is very much a dystopian, post-war world... where children like Katara, Sokka, Suki, Jet, Yue, Azula and Zuko had to forfeit any sense of normal childhood and instead take up more mature responsibilities for themselves and those around them. Toph even had to learn to be independent and raise herself for survival, despite being the same age as Aang.

What separates Aang from the other young characters is that he actually got to have a normal childhood.

Aang lived in the air temples, where monks lived in isolation and cultivated their own food and treated living things differently from the rest of the world. They travelled everywhere, but kids like Aang were shielded from any sense of conflict or confrontation, and they definitely weren’t raised to see the world as a societal, economical hierarchy. The pre-ATLA AirNomad world raised carefree innocent kids who got to take their time to grow up, because they never had to prepare for a brutal, cruel, unforgiving world where people and creatures they loved could die outside of natural causes.

Aang mastered airbending naturally, and for fun. It wasn’t to prepare for war, but for his proud cultural heritage. On the other hand, Katara worked herself to the bone to master waterbending... not for fun... but to fight in a war, to help train the Avatar to end this 100-year-war, and to maintain a delicate connection to her cultural heritage that has all but died out.

Katara and Aang’s perspectives have been different since the beginning.

And the “2 years is not that big a deal!” argument totally overlooks their maturity gap as characters.

Katara was a girl raised in a remote war-torn village in the South Pole. She lost her mother in this war and had to internalize that grief for years as she took up more adult responsibilities to help her small village. By the time she was Aang’s age, she cooked for people, cleaned for people, helped raise other people’s children... and, as seen in the S.2 episode “The Serpent’s Pass,” she didn’t flinch when having to deliver babies out of women’s vaginas.

Katara is 14, going on 25.

Aang, not having been raised in a war, was a kid. He was that carefree, playful, innocent soul up in the Southern Air Temple who loved games, and recess, and pulling pranks on his teachers. At the age of 12, Aang still hasn’t had to learn to be responsible in an economical world that functions through jobs, currency, and self-sufficiency (and he’ll probably never have to, since the Avatar title rewards him with free-loading hospitality anywhere he goes). When Katara someone isn’t willing to cook for him, Aang’s instinct is to dumpster-dive for lettuce, as seen in the S.3. episode “The Headband”. This is also the episode where, not only is Katara comfortable enough to dress up as Aang’s (pregnant!) mom, but Aang gleefully shows off his grade-school crafting skills with dried-macaroni collage artwork of Ozai-- you know, the kind that children usually give to their parents to proudly post on the refrigerator? And this wasn’t sweet-innocent doe-eyed Aang from Season 1. This was kid-emotionally-processing-some-real-world-shit-Season 3 Aang. His maturity was still lacking. And let’s not forget that, before the iceberg... the most horrifying thing Aang had to deal with was cleaning his own room.

Aang was 12, going on 8.

Even in the final scene of the show, Aang is still that kid, sitting on the ground and playfully teasing his pet lemur with a toy while the older teens mingle with tea and paintings and critical-thinking games like PaiSho.

The maturity gap was very much present through the end.

And I have a hard time believing Aang even knew what a vagina was, by the time he and Katara french-kissed in the finale.

Look. The point is not whether or not Aang did know. The point is, you, a hypothetical Kataang fan... had to stop for a moment to consider that.

And that’s what makes Kataang weird.

Now excuse me while I grab some more wallpaper glue. :P

#atla #kataang critical #anti-kataang #age difference #maturity gap #aang critical #katara #katara of the southern water tribe #the fact that Aang didn't know how babies get made while he kisses Katara #and the idea that Katara would have to be the one to tell him #like a parent to a child #except they're dating #how is this not gross #katara deserved better #avatar the last airbender

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phant0m-l0rd · 2 years ago

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I wanted to share this cool find I made a few weeks ago while going through some of my uncle's old music magazines from the early 80s : an article from June 1984 written by Hervé Picart about a little up and coming band called Metallica... Finding this article felt like opening a time capsule.

(Magazine: BEST N°191, June 1984, French.)

I translated the article to English for the non-French speakers- translation after the cut:

Everything is currently changing on the good old West Coast. Just as we thought Frisco and Los Angeles forever attached to FM rock, poppy hits and beach boy philosophy, a surprising push of hard fever has come to contaminate them. Van Halen is no longer alone. Mötley Crüe, Heaven, and many others are shaking up the prophet kingdom in California, to such an extent that it might soon be necessary to rebaptise the Golden Gate "Metal Gate". Among all these new groups which are currently candidates to convert Jerry Garcia to heavy music and force everyone to trade their flower patterned bermuda for a black leather jacket, Metallica is without a doubt the most significant, and the most jostling act. These Californians have only released one album as of right now, but an album of such power, and accompanied by such emotion that a regular dose of Metallica has become a priority for all metalheads worthy of that name. There is no doubt both from a musical standpoint and from a purely emotional one that America now beholds its own Iron Maiden. Nothing less.

Like always in the case of rising waves, it was a compilation of various heavy groups, created in 1982 by the little local label Metal Blade Records and baptised "Metal Massacre", which revealed to the public of aficionados and curious minds alike the existence of Metallica. Their unique title, the henceforth mythical "Hit the lights", crushed all competition like Maiden's "Sanctuary" had done on the legendary "Metal For Muthas". "Hit the lights", it was a sort of sonic whirlwind which makes one want to take from all bands known for their label of "speed" that very label and reserve it for Metallica. The gang was then at the tail-end of their first chapter and was finishing off their work with their first formation, as five, with two guitarists.

Of this initial quintet, today there only remains the singer/rhythm guitarist James Hetfield and the drummer Lars Ulrich. The others, exhausted, passed the baton to the bassist Cliff Burton (speaking of which, treacherous minds have said ever since his solo "Anesthesia" that he had a dinosaur for a teacher), and the electrifying lead guitarist Kirk Hammett. As evidenced, Hetfield and Hammett are the two poles of Metallica, one with his warm and powerful voice which lends itself well to choruses of miraculously melodic quality amongst such chaos, and the other with his totally insane solos. Visibly, Kirk Hammett has learned to play his Flying V thinking it was a machine gun because he seems to create blasts more than anything. His virtuosity, the speed of his going along the fretboard inevitably make you dizzy.

After having blown minds from the get-go thanks to "Hit the lights", Metallica found a peculiar glory as immediate as it was underground, as those wired into heavy music consider it the pinnacle of power to be able to share, like sharp conspirators, precious copies of cassettes of demo tapes the band had made in order to make the rounds among record labels. While some official labels, rather frightened, quickly closed the door on them, the incredible interest from the underground scene acted like propaganda for the group, from Frisco to LA. Metallica then decided to play this game in their favour and opted for the small label Megaforce in order to release their first album, the crushing "Kill 'em all", very quickly released in England by the knowing people of Music for Nations, then later here by Bernett.

This more than mighty album does a good job in presenting two different aspects of Metallica. On one hand, relatively short songs, but hyper-accelerated, like "Hit the lights", the famous "Motorbreath", or the terrific "Whiplash". On the other, much longer tracks, composed of various sequences which battle each other, superposing riffs, rhythmic sections syncopated to an extreme, and more labyrinthine tracks that undeniably make one think of Iron Maiden. And all of that magnetised by the two bewitching Flying Vs, that of Hetfield which sounds like a metallic cavalcade (that of the "Four horsemen" of the apocalypse), and that of Hammett which comes again and again like a Mirage plane attacking. Midway between Motörhead and Maiden, then.

Ever since this incandescent record which has made them appear in Europe like the saviours of American rock, Metallica is progressively emerging from its lair. This spring, they were in Europe recording a new album. "Ride the Lightning", which will come out in June when they'll come to shake the first swarms of French fans, will give you all the occasion to fully integrate their healthy maxim, "Bang that head that doesn't bang"!!!

- Hervé Picart

Discography:

- In French pressing: "Kill 'em all" (Bernett- Musidisc)

- Imported:

"Seek and destroy " (max 45 live tours)

"Metal up your ass" (other version of "Kill 'em all")

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misiahasahardname · 1 year ago

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OK SO I FOUND A CONCEPT I MADE UP LIKE AGES AGO FOR A TD HIGHSCHOOL AU BUT LIKE. i made it scottish because that’s the only school system i’m used to,,,

i would spend time in computing class typing away in a google doc (literally titled ‘total drama mental illness’) instead of doing any coding…

so yeah here’s some of my old total drama highschool au stuff (copied from my doc)! (warning: OLD (kinda))

subjects chosen for highschool au (some of these choices were kinda random)

biology - noah, courtney, lindsay, cody, bridgette, heather, tyler, leshawna, dj

chemistry - izzy, cody, noah, duncan, courtney, owen, beth, geoff, trent, katie, sadie, justin

physics - gwen, noah, courtney, harold, cody, eva

french - cody, lindsay, beth, courtney, trent

german - noah, eva, izzy, duncan

mandarin - heather, harold, courtney

spanish - courtney, owen, justin, katie, sadie, tyler, bridgette, geoff, gwen, leshawna, dj

latin - noah, courtney, beth

(ancient) greek - harold

drama - heather, owen, izzy, cody, harold, leshawna, katie, sadie, justin, lindsay

music - leshawna, harold, justin, trent, cody, bridgette, courtney

art - cody, gwen, izzy, bridgette, owen, beth, justin, lindsay

rmps (religious moral philosophical studies) - dj, harold, noah, courtney

mods - noah, courtney

history - harold, trent, eva, leshawna, bridgette, beth, courtney, gwen

computing - noah, harold

technology - cody, owen

pe - tyler, eva, geoff, bridgette, duncan

accounting - trent (forced into it)

business studies - courtney, trent (also forced into it), owen

geography - harold, eva, owen, bridgette, trent, beth, lindsay

noah and courtney’s languages were chosen because they already knew a lot about the language and they kinda wanted to show off.

beth and lindsay chose french because they always wanted to go to paris.

jo is in tyler and eva’s and advanced higher pe class even though she’s a year below and should be doing nat 5s.

cody chose art for gwen. he didn’t end up with her, however, because she took advanced higher and he only took higher. cody cried when he discovered this.

trent’s dad forced him to take accounting.

cody, trent, justin and harold formed the drama brothers when they were assigned to work on a project in music together in s3. they’re all in the same AH class.

all of gen 1 are in the same form class. chris is their form teacher.

noah, ellody, courtney and emma are all key members of the student council.

izzy has accidentally set fire to the entire school twice.

sanders from ridonculous race is the headmistress because i refuse to beleive that sanders and macarthur are the same age as gen characters and because she’s better fit for this than a police job.

blaineley is a drama teacher.

kitty is an s3 in this au, while gen 1 is in s5.

izzy and duncan are the two pupils with the most detentions and suspensions. miraculously, neither of them have ever been expelled.

the lunch tables are separated by form classes.

owen takes business because he thought it would help him in his future endeavours of making a cookie business.

(so i had to take away a few of the things i wrote due to general stupidity of them or i just didn’t agree with those things anymore. i also did a little ‘teacher’s opinions’ thing that i will share if people want it? (but i doubt that). uhhh yeah basically i turn everything into an au. might make a post about orphans au, i dunno)

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claudia1829things · 1 year ago

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"EMILY" (2022) Review

I have been aware of only four productions that served as biopics for the Brontë family. I have seen only three of these productions, one of them being a recent movie released in theaters last year. This latest movie, the first to be written and directed by actress Frances O'Connor, is a biopic about Emily Brontë titled "EMILY".

This 2022 movie began with a question. While Emily Brontë laid dying from tuberculosis, her older sister Charlotte asks what had inspired her to write the 1847 novel, "Wuthering Heights". The story flashed back to 1839, when Charlotte returned home to the Haworth parish in West Yorkshire to visit before her graduation from school. Emily attempts to re-connect with the older sister about her fictional works, but Charlotte merely dismisses her creations as juvenile activities. Around the same time, their father Patrick, the parish's perpetual curate receives a new curate name William Weightman. While Charlotte, younger sister Anne and several young women seem enamored of the handsome newcomer, only Emily is dismissive of him. Emily accompanies Charlotte to the latter's school to learn to become a teacher and their brother Bramwell goes to study at the Royal Academy of Arts. Both Emily and Branwell return shortly to Haworth after as failures. When Branwell manages to find a job as a tutor, the Reverend Brontë charges William to provide French lessons to Emily. What began as lessons in French and religious philosophy lessons, eventually evolves into a romantic entanglement between the pair.

"EMILY" managed to garner a good deal of critical acclaim upon its release in theaters, including four nominations from the British Independent Film Awards. It also won three awards at the Dinard British Film Festival: Golden Hitchcock, Best Performance Award for leading actress Emma Mackey and the Audience Award. I have no idea how much "EMILY" had earned at the U.K. box office. But in North America (the U.S. and Canada), it earned nearly four million dollars. Regardless of this . . . did I believe "EMILY" was a good movie? Did it deserved the accolades it had received not only from film critics, but also many moviegoers?

I cannot deny that the production values for "EMILY" struck me as first-rate. I believe Steve Summersgill did a first-rate job as the film's production designer. I thought he had ably re-created Britain's West Yorkshire region during the early 1840s with contributions from Jono Moles' art direction, Cathy Featerstone's set decorations and the film's art direction. Nanu Segal's photography of the Yorkshire locations created a great deal of atmosphere with moody colors that managed to remain sharp. I found myself very impressed with Michael O'Connor's costume designs. I thought he did an excellent job in not only re-creating fashions from the end of the 1830s to the late 1840s, he also ensured that the costumes worn by the cast perfectly adhered to their professions and their class, as shown below:

However, according to a relative of mine, Emily Brontë's fashion sense had remained stuck in the mid-to-late 1830s, something that the 2016 movie, "TO WALK INVISIBLE" had reflected. On the other hand, "EMILY" had the famous author wearing up-to-date fashion for someone of her class:

And I must admit that I found those moments featuring actress Emma Mackay wearing her hair down . . . in an era in which Western women did no such thing . . . very annoying. Otherwise, I certainly had no problems with the movie's production values. The movie also included a fascinating scene in which Emily had donned a mask and pretended to be the ghost of the Brontës' late mother during a social gathering. The scene reeked with atmosphere, emotion and good acting from the cast. I also found the scene well shot by O'Connor, who was only a first-time director.

"EMILY" also featured a first-rate cast. The movie featured solid performances from the likes of Amelia Gething as Anne Brontë, Adrian Dunbar as Patrick Brontë, Gemma Jones as the siblings' Aunt Branwell, Sacha Parkinson, Philip Desmeules, Veronica Roberts and other supporting cast member. I cannot recall a bad performance from any of them. The movie also featured some truly excellent performances. One came from Fionn Whitehead, who gave an emotional performance as the Brontë family's black sheep, who seemed overwhelmed by family pressure to succeed in a profession or the arts. Alexandra Dowling gave a subtle, yet charged performance as Charlotte Brontë, the family's oldest sibling (at the moment). Dowling did an excellent job of conveying Charlotte's perceived sense of superiority and emotional suppression. I wonder if the role of William Weightman, Reverend Brontë's curate, had been a difficult one for actor Oliver Jackson-Cohen. I could not help but notice that the role struck me as very complicated - moral, charming, intelligent, passionate and at times, hypocritical. Not only that, I believe Jackson-Cohen did an excellent job of conveying the different facets of Weightman's character. The actor also managed to create a dynamic screen chemistry with the movie's leading lady, Emma Mackey. I discovered that the actress had received a Best Actress nomination from the British Independent Film Awards and won the BAFTA Rising Star Award. If I must be honest, I believe she earned those accolades. She gave a brilliant performance as the enigmatic and emotional Emily, who struggled to maintain her sense of individuality and express her artistry, despite the lack of support from most of her family.

"EMILY" had a great deal to admire - an excellent cast led by the talented Emma Mackey, first-rate production designs, and costumes that beautifully reflected the film's setting. So . . . do I believe it still deserved the acclaim that it had received? Hmmm . . . NO. No, not really. There were two aspects of "EMILY" that led me to regard it in a lesser light. I thought it it was a piss poor biopic of Emily Brontë. I also found the nature of the whole romance between the author and William Weightman not only unoriginal, but also unnecessary. Let me explain.

As far as anyone knows, there had been no romance - sexual or otherwise - between Emily Brontë and William Weightman. There has never been any evidence that the two were ever attracted to each other, or one attracted to the other. Many have discovered that the youngest Brontë sister, Anne, had been attracted to Weightman. In fact, she had based her leading male character from her 1947 novel, "Agnes Grey", on the curate. There have been reports that Charlotte had found him attractive. But there has been no sign of any kind of connection between him and Emily. Why did Frances O'Connor conjure up this obviously fictional romance between the movie's main character and Weightman. What was the point? Did the actress-turned-writer/director found it difficult to believe that a virginal woman in her late 20s had created "Wuthering Heighs"? Did O'Connor find it difficult to accept that Emily's creation of the 1847 novel had nothing to do with a doomed romance the author may have experienced?

Despite Mackey's excellent performance, I found the portrayal of Emily Brontë exaggerated at times and almost bizarre. In this case, I have to blame O'Connor, who had not only directed this film, but wrote the screenplay. For some reason, O'Connor believed the only way to depict Brontë's free spirited nature was to have the character engage in behavior such as alcohol and opium consumption, frolicking on the moors, have the words "Freedom in thought" tattooed on one of her arms - like brother Branwell, and scaring a local family by staring into their window at night - again, with brother Branwell. This is freedom? These were signs of being a "free spirit"? Frankly, I found such activities either immature or destructive. Worse, they seemed to smack of old tropes used in old romance novels or costume melodramas. In fact, watching Emily partake both alcohol and opium reminded me of a scene in which Kate Winslet's character had lit up a cigarette in 1997's "TITANIC", in order to convey some kind of feminist sensibility. Good grief.

What made O'Connor's movie even worse was her portrayal of the rest of the Brontë family. As far as anyone knows, Reverend Brontë had never a cold parent to his children, including Emily. Emily had not only been close to Branwell, but also to Anne. And Branwell was also close to Charlotte. All three sisters had openly and closely supported each other's artistic work. Why did O'Connor villainize Charlotte, by transforming her into this cold, prissy woman barely capable of any kind of artistic expression? Why have Charlotte be inspired to write her most successful novel, "Jane Eyre", following the "success" of "Wuthering Heights", when her novel had been published two months before Emily's? Why did she reduce Anne into the family's nobody? Was it really necessary for O'Connor to drag Charlotte's character through the mud and ignore Anne, because Emily was her main protagonist? What was the damn point of this movie? Granted, there have been plenty of biopics and historical dramas that occasionally play fast and loose with the facts. But O'Connor had more or less re-wrote Emily Brontë's life into a "re-imagining" in order to . . . what? Suggest a more romantic inspiration for the creation of "Wuthering Heights"?

I have another issue with "EMILY". Namely, the so-called "romance" between Brontë and Weightman. Or the illicit nature of their romance. Why did O'Connor portray this "romance" as forbidden? A secret? I mean . . . why bother? What was it about the pair that made an open romance impossible for them? Both Brontë and Weightman came from the same class - more or less. Weightman had been in the same profession as her father. And both had been college educated. Neither Emily or Weightman had been romantically involved in or engaged to someone else. In other words, both had been free to pursue an open relationship. Both were equally intelligent. If the Weightman character had truly been in love with Emily, why not have him request permission from Reverend Brontë to court her or propose marriage to Emily? Surely as part of the cleric, he would have considered such a thing, instead of fall into a secretive and sexual relationship with her. It just seemed so unnecessary for the pair to engage in a "forbidden" or secret romance. Come to think of it, whether the film had been an Emily Brontë biopic or simply a Victorian melodrama with fictional characters, the forbidden aspect of the two leads' romance struck me as simply unnecessary.

What else can I say about "EMILY"? A rich atmosphere filled the movie. The latter featured atmospheric and beautiful images of West Yorkshire, thanks to cinematographer Nanu Segal. It possessed a first-class production design, excellent costumes that reflected the movie's 1840s setting and superb performances from a cast led by the talented Emma Mackey. I could have fully admired this film if it were not for two aspects. One, I thought it was a shoddy take on a biopic for author Emily Brontë that featured one falsehood too many. And two, I found the secretive and "forbidden" nature of Brontë's false romance with the William Weightman character very unnecessary. Pity.

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Title: there's blood in the water (but it tastes so sweet) Rating: M Pairing: Robin/Nancy Words: 3,216 Summary: “Turn around slowly.”

A woman. Something about that voice triggered a distant memory in her mind that she couldn’t quite place. Robin raised her hands by her head to show the assailant that she wasn’t armed, at least not yet, and slowly turned to face the person who snuck up on her.

As her eyes locked onto icy blue orbs, the distant memory hit her full force.

A dive bar in Paris. Lilac and vanilla. A kiss that left her breathless and a contact that she’d never forget.

or a Spy AU where Robin is a French Intelligence agent and Nancy is a rogue CIA agent

Hawkins, Indiana 1985

Robin felt like the universe was playing a sick joke on her. She spent all of her childhood years wanting to leave America, choosing to travel the world as soon as she graduated and not stepping foot back in the States unless absolutely necessary, and now she was forced to be on an assignment in the middle of fucking nowhere for an indefinite period of time. What was DGSE doing getting involved in American affairs anyway?

She huffed in frustration as her thoughts continued to spiral. She wasn’t paid to ask questions, she was paid to get the job done, and that’s exactly what she planned to do. With time the pieces would inevitably fall into place on why the Direction générale de la Sécurité extérieure was getting involved in America’s problems. Robin’s only goal was to get this job done as quickly as possible so she could leave this dumpster fire of a country and return to the life she had grown accustomed to.

A lot of strange events were occurring in the small town of Hawkins, so strange that it piqued the interest of France, and Robin wouldn’t be surprised if other countries took a particular interest in these cases as well. Disappearances, deaths, and rumors of supernatural creatures that were yet to be proven true, or perhaps America was just doing a really good job at covering their tracks to hide their mistakes from the rest of the world. Not for the first time, the French intelligence agent questioned why this suddenly became her problem.

Robin landed in Indiana the night before and spent the majority of her time looking over the very sparse case files she had been given, trying to pinpoint where she should start. She was staying in a hotel just a few miles out of town because there was nowhere in Hawkins that lived up to her standard of living. Call her materialistic, but she worked hard to drag herself out of a life of poverty and make a name for herself, even though most of the people she was acquainted with didn’t actually know her real name. Truthfully, they didn’t know her much at all.

As a child, Robin was a terrible liar, her face turning beet red whenever she was dishonest to her mother or any authoritative figure. When she turned thirteen and realized she was a lesbian, hiding who she was and lying became second nature. Robin hid from friends, classmates, teachers, her parents, and worst of all, for too long, she hid from herself. Even now, she had taken on different personalities and appearances for the sake of getting the job done, so much so that if she dug deep within herself, she would be totally unrecognizable.

Sometimes, it bothered her to the point where she thought about truly leaving it all behind. She certainly had enough money and fake passports and aliases to live under the radar for the rest of her life, but in the end, she’d still be running away in a sense, and she was so tired of running. Robin had been doing this for so long that she didn’t know how to just stop. So, she stayed and continued to play this game where she really didn’t know what it would take to finally win and be done with it all. Staying is what brought her to where she was now, in the shithole town of Hawkins.

Looking over the case files, she saw a disappearance that felt as good a place as any to start. A sixteen-year-old girl that mysteriously went missing in ‘83, presumably dead, but no body had ever been recovered. Robin knew the odds of finding any evidence of the disappearance at this point was slim to none, but she had to start somewhere.

Barbara Holland. Born September 13th, 1967. Sophomore in high school. Straight A student. Last seen at a party at the Harrington residence. No known eyewitnesses to her disappearance.

It didn’t take long for Robin to get to the Harrington residence. She hoped that it being 11 a.m. on a Tuesday meant nobody would be around so she could get a closer look at the premises. She opted to take a cab from her hotel and was dropped off a few blocks from the house. Sticking to the woods around the home, she scoped out the yard’s perimeter, looking for all possible entry points.

After scouting the area for fifteen minutes and confirming nobody was home, Robin was about to make her way into the backyard, where there was a large in-ground pool and some outdoor chaise lounges. Before she could even take a step, she heard a twig snap behind her and immediately felt the cool barrel of a gun pressed against the back of her head.

Not many things could sneak up on her, so she knew that whoever she was dealing with would absolutely put up a good fight. She hadn’t even been in Hawkins for a full twenty-four hours and she already had a gun pulled on her. At least whatever was going on in this stupid town would keep her on her toes.

“Turn around slowly.”

As her eyes locked onto icy blue orbs, the distant memory hit her full force.

A dive bar in Paris. Lilac and vanilla. A kiss that left her breathless and a contact that she’d never forget.

“Fox?”

Paris, France 1981

Robin wasn’t sure why she was told to meet her contact in this shitty dive bar of all places. The music was too loud, there were too many people that smelled of booze and sweat, and the lights were too bright. It was overwhelming for someone like herself who had sensory problems, but she’s learned to hide her anxiety well in her line of work.

She found the quietest spot near the bar and ordered a Jack and Coke. Her back was against the sticky countertop as she sipped the amber liquid that did nothing to quell her nerves, watching the writhing bodies on the small dance floor. She scanned the room for who could potentially be her contact, but all she saw were wasted twenty-year-olds who were probably under the influence of more than just alcohol.

Robin had been used to feeling out of place since she was a child, never quite able to fit in no matter how hard she tried to stuff herself inside of a box, and now was no different. Even in her casual clothes, she felt far too overdressed, considering everyone in this bar was wearing very little clothing. She was donning a striped tan button-up tucked into dark grey high-waisted pants that were cuffed above her ankles to show off her black hightop Converse. The look was finished off with a light grey blazer with the sleeves rolled up and a tie to match, which she was slightly regretting wearing now due to the stuffiness of the bar.

Suddenly, there was another presence on Robin’s right side that she hadn’t noticed until they invaded her personal space. She directed her attention over and immediately felt all the air get knocked from her lungs at the sight of the woman beside her.

The woman had her brunette locks pulled back into a ponytail with her bangs tucked behind her ears, exposing her sharp jawline. She wore a white, long-sleeved blouse that flared at the wrists tucked into a black skirt paired with a matching black vest. The outfit was completed with black knee-high boots and a little red purse that matched the color of the woman’s lipstick. She stood a few inches shorter than Robin, but there was something about the confidence the woman exuded that left the taller woman’s mouth dry. She was the most beautiful woman Robin had ever seen, and anyone who knew her would know that pretty girls made her a nervous wreck.

“Bonjour,” the woman greeted her with a sly smirk and a surprisingly good French accent, but Robin had spent enough time in France to pinpoint tourists from an initial greeting. While she knew she was supposed to be meeting an American CIA agent, and out of all the people in this shitty bar, this woman seemed to be the only person who had the potential to be her contact, she couldn’t be sure quite yet.

“Bonjour, Américain,” Robin greeted, twisting her body so she fully faced her newest companion of the evening. Her left forearm rested against the bar countertop as she held onto her beverage.

“How could you tell that I’m an American?” The shorter woman asked. One of her brows quirked up in a challenge, and the smirk never dropped from her lips.

“Your accent is good, but it could still use a little bit of work.”

To Robin’s surprise, that earned a laugh from the fellow American, and she couldn’t stop herself from chuckling as well. Even if this wasn’t who she was supposed to be meeting, she would indulge in the distraction for a little bit before returning to the task at hand.

“How did you get so good at your accent?”

“I’ve always had a knack for picking up on languages,” Robin shrugged nonchalantly. She was fluent in eight languages and constantly worked on learning more. Her knowledge of languages procured her with valuable intel without lifting a finger, and that’s why she was one of the best in her line of work.

“You must be very good with your mouth, then.”

She felt heat rise to her cheeks from the comment that she hoped would go unnoticed. The American stepped more into her personal space, reaching out to fiddle with the end of her tie. Lilac and vanilla filled her senses as nothing but a couple of inches separated the two, and the scent was absolutely intoxicating to Robin. From their close proximity, she could now see the woman had icy blue eyes. They were calculated, powerful, dangerous.

“What brings you to a place like this, anyways?” Robin asked, bringing her now mostly melted beverage to her lips to try to give her the confidence she didn’t actually possess.

“A little birdie told me about this place.”

Bingo.

That was the confirmation she needed to confirm this was, in fact, her contact.

“I didn’t think foxes got along well with birdies.”

“I can make exceptions sometimes, Birdie,” Fox purred, tugging on Robin’s tie to close the small gap between them.

To Robin’s surprise and absolute delight, Fox was kissing her, and who could really blame her for melting into the kiss. Her hands found Fox’s slim waist, pulling her impossibly closer. There was nothing shy about it, all teeth and tongue and passion, as if they had done this a million times before. They appeared to just be another couple showing some PDA, but as Fox’s hand slid from Robin’s tie deeper into her blazer, she felt the weight of a tape recorder slip into her inner pocket.

Fox didn’t pull away from their kiss once the job was done. Her hands moved lower, down to Robin’s waist, and it wasn’t until her hand brushed against the small pistol hidden under the blazer that she pulled away slightly. Her breath brushed against Robin’s lips, and those icy blue eyes were hooded with unconcealed desire, which Robin knew was probably mirrored in her own eyes.

“What’s that you’ve got packing down there?” Fox whispered against Robin’s lips.

“Would you like to find out?” The taller woman grinned, knowing that this was a very slippery slope they were both going down, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

“I absolutely would, but we’ll have to raincheck,” Fox sighed, planting one last kiss on Robin’s lips before pulling away from the embrace. “I hope to see you again sometime, Birdie.”

With that said, Fox turned and exited the shitty dive bar, leaving Robin to question whether that encounter even happened or if it had been a figment of her imagination. The only proof she had that it did, was the tape recorder tucked away in her pocket and the lingering scent of lilac and vanilla left on her clothes for the rest of the night.

Hawkins, Indiana 1985

“Birdie?” The woman that Robin had embarrassingly never been able to get off her mind flashed that same smirk she had four years prior, lowering the gun that had previously been aimed at Robin’s face.

Fox looked a little different than the last time Robin had seen her. Her straight hair now fell in beautiful curls down to her shoulders. Her face was bare of any makeup, but she still was just as gorgeous as the one and only time they had ever come into contact. Her eyes were just as calculated and dangerous, but they had dark circles under them, similar to Robin’s own.

“What are you doing here?” Robin questioned, her hands dropping back down to her sides now that a gun wasn’t pointed at her. It was a stupid thing to ask, but her brain wasn’t able to catch up with the events currently unfolding. She never thought she would see Fox again, and the fact that she was standing directly in front of the taller woman was slightly overwhelming.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Fox’s smirk morphed into a full-fledged grin. “What’s a DGSE agent doing across the pond?”

“Probably the opposite of what you’re doing here,” Robin vaguely responded. As much as she was thrilled to see Fox again, she knew in a situation like this, they were highly unlikely to be working for the same reasons, and as much as Robin didn’t want to fight the other woman, she wasn’t going to let the CIA agent stop her from doing what she came here to do. “I’m assuming you’re here to stop me from unveiling whatever secrets the CIA has been hiding from the rest of the world.”

“I think we’re actually here for the same reason.”

That piqued Robin’s interest, glad it appeared like she wouldn’t have to fight her way out of this situation. As confident as Robin was in her skills, she knew that Fox would be a challenging adversary just from the simple fact that twice now, she had been able to sneak up on Robin without realizing her presence.

“You’ve gone rogue?” Robin asked, her brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to get a read on the other woman.

Was this a ploy to lower the DGSE agent’s guard, or was Fox being truthful? It was hard to tell in their line of work. Lies were easier to fall from their lips than the truth. Robin had never trusted anyone, no matter how long she had worked with someone. Everyone was playing their own game and would quickly stab whoever they needed to in the back to get the tiniest step ahead. She was guilty of it herself at times. It’s one of the reasons why Robin preferred to work in solitude, only utilizing contacts periodically. The less anyone knew about her, the better.

“I’m a truth seeker, Birdie,” Fox said in lieu of an answer to the actual question. “And I can tell you, whatever is going on here wouldn’t just tip the scales but completely destroy them.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?”

“Come back with me to my hotel room, and I can explain more there. I could use the help with this. My car is parked a few blocks away,” Fox again evaded Robin’s line of questioning. “You’re wasting your time here, anyways. I already scouted the area before you arrived and didn’t find anything that would help find that girl.”

“You expect me to just take your word for it?” Robin huffed in frustration. She was mainly annoyed with herself by how quickly she wanted to fold for this woman and follow her along.

Something about the CIA agent made her feel as though she was balancing on a tightrope, and one wrong move would send her toppling down to her death. But in the same token, trusting Fox could be mutually beneficial for both of them. They could both get the answers they wanted, and Robin could leave all this behind her sooner rather than later.

“If you want to go check it out, then by all means, go for it. I won’t stop you. But I’m sure I have better intel I can give you than you’ll find here,” Fox challenged, that ever-present smirk on her lips that was beginning to irk Robin, but also made her knees a little weak at the sight of it.

“Why do you need my help? You don’t have any American friends to help you with this?”

Fox’s expression turned serious, losing the challenging playfulness that seemed to always be present in the couple of encounters Robin had with her. The French intelligence agent was again struck by the tired look in Fox’s eyes, like the powers that be had used her too much until she had nothing left to give. It wasn’t dissimilar to how Robin felt. There were too many assignments, too much death, too many lies. Even the strongest-willed people would break in this corrupt system, and it seemed both of them were nearing their breaking point.

“I’m done being a pawn. I’m done playing this fucked up game,” Fox sighed, running the hand that wasn’t holding the pistol through her curls. “This is my last mission, under nobody’s authority but my own. The truth needs to come out, or else everyone will suffer.”

Robin held eye contact with the rogue agent, not wanting to admit defeat quite yet, but she couldn’t say it wasn’t an enticing offer. Something about what Fox said made Robin feel as though she could trust her, as dangerous of a thought that was. Plus, Robin didn’t really have any desire to snoop around a wealthy family’s home without the promise of actually finding something worth her while. She silently prayed to whatever higher powers that were out there that this decision wasn’t going to turn around and bite her in the ass.

“Lead the way, Princess.”

“I will, only if you promise to never call me that again.”

Robin couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped her lips at the glare shot in her direction. She was glad she managed to get a little under the other woman’s skin, too.

“What shall I call you, then?”

“Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. And you?”

Robin hadn’t told anyone her real name since she became a DGSE agent, always having a different alias for each mission. But she had a feeling the name the CIA agent just gave to her was, in fact, her real name. If whatever they were doing was going to work, if Nancy could show her enough trust to disclose that information to her, then she would have to do the same.

“My name is Robin Buckley.”

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #cass writes things

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a-star-aquarium · 1 year ago

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The Mad King

His Highness, Juno Ara Malik

Nicknames

Junebug - by everyone who he loves

Rat King - he gained it by those who only view him for his title

Anak laki-laki ungu yang manis - possibly not translated well, but it means Sweet Purple Boy in Indonesian. It is used by his mother, as she would adorn her son in Royal purple, and since, it has become his color, it remains stained on the palace walls, and shown in almost ever rug he owns-which is ironic, considering his favorite color is actually red.

Age: 28

Birthday: January 21st

Gender/Sexuality: Bisexual man {He/Him}

Astrology: Aquarius sun, Pisces moon, Leo rising

Patron Arcana: Judgement

Upright- Awakening, decision-making, redemption, transition

Reversed - Poor logic, self-doubt, stagnation

Physical Attributes:

Ethnicity: Prakran with a bit of Indonesian and Indian

Height: 5'8

Face Claim: Imran Anj

Hair:

His hair is Mid-length, so a little longer than past his shoulders

Light brown eyes, and thick eyebrows, but he definitely trims them to look arched most days

I'd say he looks similar to face claim completely when it comes to lips, nose, facial structure {that's generally how I picture him if he didn't have the long colorful hair}

Important Relationships:

King Arogatus Malik of Kari Beaundes - His father, who rules over his home land

Lee Lee and Amaria, his cousins. Both live with him seeing as their parents died of the red plague {they were in Vesuvia at the time of the plague, it was miracle the pair didn't pass away too}

High Council Madame Luvia - His grandmother, who is deceased. She was decapitated.

Jayda - His right hand man and closest friend. Sometimes it's hard to tell if theres something between them, or just longing

Zahra - The one who handles all his business with his courtiers, and who basically took his grandmothers job. She's also a good friend of Jayda's, as he would trust her with his life, which she's complained is far too much responsibility considering how irresponsible he can be.

Favorites

Favorite food: Grilled halloumi

Favorite drink: Pinot Noir

Favorite Flower: French Hydrangea

Background/Other Info:

Juno is a bastard child, as yes, he is his father's son, but his mother was not of royal decent. Juno's father is not completely to blame for this, as his wife, The Queen, passed away of an illness, and he had to resort to sleeping with a servant to produce an heir, otherwise his line would've been endangered. Juno will not take after his father though, his cousin Amaria will; ergo why Juno's father had him take over a small Provence at the age of 14. He felt bad that his son would not be able to take after his footsteps.

Juno was raised by his teachers, servants, and guards when he was sailed across the sea to Roya. His grandmother took no interest in him besides hating him, she would regular burn his hands and back, and he remains to have a scar on his face from her dagger. In fact, her treatment only resulted in Juno growing to be spiteful and cruel in some ways, and at the age of 17, he decapitated her in a purple blaze. Her very own sword being used to do the beheading.

Because he is a bastard, he has no biological connections to the countess, but when asked about him, she called him 'Cousin Juno', and he holds her dearly for including him, even if they're not blood related.

Juno did in fact meet Nadia once, and Zahra insisted on putting a show. So they brought several animals, fabrics, and gifts for the whole palace, and city of Vesuvia. Zahra claims it was a good thing, because now vesuvians have a good image of him, but he thinks that they probably think he's stuck up for doing that much.

Style Preference/Clothing:

It's important to mention that Juno shows as much skin as possible, but not for the reasons you think. He does it to show his burns, his scars, what his grandmother has left him, to remind the people of Roya, that he too has suffered at her hand too. His need to bare himself to the world often results in lots of silk and sheer fabric. He needs to be seen.

He is often adorned in deep blue, red, black, and purple fabrics. He likes a lot of gold in jewelry, commonly wearing black jewels and rubies. He loves the way they reflect in the light. He has a nose piercing, but he'll also wear earrings and necklaces. He's actually very weirded out by lace though, so you'll see him avoid it.

More formal attire:

Dynamic? How is he with others?

Juno, while his reputation states otherwise, is genuinely kind-hearted. While he surely can seem sly or charming, he generally has the best intentions when doing so. He's not going to treat you like a threat unless your a genuine problem.

To strangers, he's welcoming, he wants to get to know them, discover what makes them, well- them. He's aware of boundaries though, and will always make sure he's not crossing a line. He's especially kind if he has a good word about you from Zahra or Jayda, getting to know them is the key to getting to Juno if we're being honest. He holds their opinion extremely highly.

To friends, it really depends on who he's with. With Jayda, he's gentle, he jokes, but only mildly, nothing that could genuinely hurt him, and he's highly aware of how sensitive Jayda can be to insults, he knows that the magician has given him the gift of awareness, and he knows it's led to him being insecure about every single thing he does. So he is there as a pillow for Jayda. In contrast, with Zahra and Atlas, he teases them and mocks them all the time, because they do the same, and he's gained the sense they like it. They mean it in no rude way, and it's merely what their used to. For newer friends, he'll analyze you, see what you seem comfortable with, and then he'll try to follow that pattern with you

To partners, you have two options:

You show that you're not really interested in romance, you're more into the passion, the desires of it all. He will treat you as such. He will spoil you, listen to your every fantasy, and do his very best to please you. But he won't show his love as much. He will send you gifts, treat you to nice dinners, balls, all of it. But he won't show how much he loves you, because he'll think it's a turn off. Though, that doesn't mean he's not head over heels for you, he absolutely is, otherwise, your relationship would just be friends with benefits.

You show that you want him, love him, you want him to romance you, lure you in. God, will he play into your every demand. He loves you, and if you let him show it, he won't hesitate to every single moment he's around you. He's handsy, he'll keep his hand on your shoulder, your back, your face. Wherever he can. He may not be too public about it, but that's because he considers your relationship sacred to just you too. Overall though, he's way more affectionate.

Juno is always available for interactions, or ships, so if you're curious, feel free to send an ask

"Oh, our dear king, what a fool someone would be to love you, what a fool someone would be to fall into that trap"

#Juno Ara Malik #the arcana #apolloverse #edited with a picrew of him (that is also edited #they had no purple hair)

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coping-via-clint-eastwood · 1 year ago

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No Plot or Title Only Fluff - CSI character insert

(A/N: For my friend @featheredhunter )

Warrick walked through the hallways of WLVU, having to get to one of the classes which was the scene of the crime. He came across a room with its door open halfway. He could feel the air conditioning flowing out to him, but it was too quiet and too dimly lit for there to be a class happening. Curious, he decided to poke their heads in and take a peek. There was a teacher inside, quietly marking homework at her desk. She looked up when Warrick came in. "Oh I'm sorry-" Warrick started, about to leave, but the teacher stood up and took a few steps towards him, trying to get a better look at him.

"Warrick? Is that you?"

Warrick gasped silently when he recognised who it was. "Ria." They tentatively approached each other. Then, Warrick took his camera off and they hugged.

"I haven't seen you since we went here," Ria smiled.

Warrick gave a snorting laugh. "Always with the lame jokes," he smiled affectionately.

"And I never knew a mischievous guy like you would make it into forensics," Ria smiled back, lightly bumping a fist on his chest. She had never doubted that he was smart enough though.

"Well, I guess you can say I've grown up now," he grinned. "What about you, what do you teach?"

"Music! I got the job I wanted!" And that was said with a big toothy smile.

Warrick laughed in impressed surprise. "Congratulations." They hugged again for that.

Just then, a voice at the door chimed in, "Hiya Warrick." They broke apart to see Grissom had stuck his head around the door.

"Oh, sorry Grissom! I was catching up with an old friend. Ria this is my boss Gil Grissom."

"Nice to meet you," she said, waving a hand.

"Pleasure." Directing his eyes to Warrick, he spoke, "Well, the scene's yours. I was just retracing the path of the victim, trying to get into his headspace; then I heard your voice coming from here."

Warrick smiled sheepishly. Realising something, he looked at Ria. "Since your class is here, did you...?"

"Sorry Warrick." She shook her head.

The crime had happened in the dead of night, and Warrick knew it was a weak pursuit, but, "Worth a try." Then, "Hey about we go for a coffee when this case is over?"

"Yeah! I'd love to!" was the enthusiastic reply.

Warrick bumped his fist on her shoulder with a grin. "I'll see you then."

"See ya!" When Warrick was moving to join Gil, Ria waved and called out, "Bye mister Grissom!"

"So long," he smiled before he and his son walked in opposing directions of where they had come from. Ria sat back down to her work with a smile, a fondness in her heart at having seen her old friend again.

After a week or so, the CSIs found enough evidence to apprehend the murderer. The team wanted to go out for breakfast together, so Warrick asked them if Ria could join them and also asked her if she would like to come along instead, and both parties agreed. During the course of the investigation, they had talked a bit here and there, so they were at least a little bit comfortable with each other, and most of the breakfast was spent telling one another in on information that they had told someone else. Warrick and Ria could even fill in for each other whenever someone had forgotten something. They continued to spend time together after that, and so Ria became not only Warrick's friend, but the team's friend. Aside from Warrick, she found herself drawn to Nick for how alike they were, Catherine for her strength, and Grissom for how kind, gentle and fatherly he was.

Grissom and Ria loved to share their interest in novels and poetry in French and Spanish, both of which languages Ria was fluent in; Grissom's French was moderate but he had much to learn as to Spanish, and Ria delighted in teaching him. Grissom taught her ASL in return. Like he did with everyone younger than him who was close to him, Grissom 'adopted' Ria, and they became close friends and a good support system for each other, sharing their moments of triumph and grief.

One Saturday night, or very early Sunday morning, Ria decided to visit them at the lab since she would have no classes the following, or that, day. The CSIs were sitting in the break room, lightly discussing the case in relaxed conversation while some of them ate snacks, so after greeting each other Ria just sat quietly, happy to spend silent company with them. At one point, Grissom put forth a way they could go about tackling the case, but Nick and Greg suggested different perspectives. And Grissom actually commended them and encouraged them to go for it. It was Ria's first time watching them work, so she was surprised to say the least, but she kept quiet. It was only when she was alone in the room with Gil that they spoke. "Hi," Gil smiled at her.

"Hey." She was still distant, visibly enough for Gil to tell.

He looked at her carefully and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just...I've never seen someone like you. Someone who readily accepts alternatives or correction. I mean I knew you were the kind of person to but...to actually see it happen is, surprising...my own father would have snapped and told me to obey him just because he said so." She sighed at the last part.

Gil shook his head. "You all need better authority figures. During a case a few years ago, I, like you said, 'readily accepted correction', freely admitting I was wrong, and they were shocked."

"Well you are the better authority figure!" It was humourous, but true.

He smiled bashfully at that. Both his natural humility and low self-esteem (another problem they stood in solidarity against) always made him shy with compliments. "You really think so?"

"Yeah! I mean, look at you! Do you know how badly we wish we were your actual children?"

"Don't worry I already consider you lot that." Ria had to laugh at how he was completely serious. And then the fondness set in. She accompanied the shift supervisor to his office where he was going to do his thinking over the case, sitting silently again. She stayed until she was getting tired, then after hugging everyone, and a big hug from Gil, she went home to bed.

#grissom the righteous man #gil grissom loving #gil grissom #csi #c-v-c-e fic

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rainbowxocs · 1 year ago

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TW: Alex has allot of dark theming in his story, including most of the types of abuse, and addictions. Be careful when reading through.

With notes, from me.

Name: Alexander Dawn Leverett.

Special Titles: Former President of New America, President Alexander, Peacemaker, Our Savior, Our Martyr.

I have gone through allot of titles over the years.. I prefer just to be called Alex though..

Username: @alex-computer , or alexluvsu

Nicknames: Alex, Mr.President, Ray of Sunshine, King Alexander, My Lord, Detective Violet.

Age: 22. I don’t feel 22..

Pronouns: He/Ribbit.

Sexuality: Asexual, Gay.

Gender: Trans Man, Frobloomgender, GlitchGender.

Species: Hybrid (Half Human, Half AI.) I am a science experiment essentially..

Disorders: CPTSD, Body Dysmorphia, Hypersexuality, Depression, Autism, Insomnia, Afrid, Suicide Ideation, Morality OCD, Paranoid Schizophrenia, BPD, Maladaptive Daydreamer. Haha.. I’m a little bit broken..

Autism Information: Semiverbal. I can talk, but I like to use other methods instead to communicate..

Physical Conditions: Low Mobility, Synesthesia, Migraines, Chronic Pain, Ambulatory Wheelchair/Crutches User, Hard of Hearing, Partially Blind. ^ See above, broken.

Recovering Addictions: Joy, Self Harm, Sex, Alcohol, Weed, Cocaine, Nicotine (Cigarettes), Meth, Heroin, LSD, Mushrooms, Ecstasy.

One day they won’t be active.. today is not that day though..

Religion: Atheist. I don’t really believe in the power of magic or the gods anymore. At the end of the day I had to save myself.

Job: None, Currently. I would love to be an artist, or a florist one day.. Maybe a teacher or a scientist..

Major: In college, no major. The facility has a program for education.. so I’m taking some basic classes to figure out what I would like to major in.

Lives in: West Virginia, New America, 3025. …..

Languages: English, Ada, French, BASL + Most Languages.

Height: 5’3” …I wish I was taller…

Race: Black.

Ethnicity: African American, A.I.

Accent: British American, Proper. People often tease me for my accent.. I guess it’s because Britain hasn’t taken over America again yet.. so a British accent is a little odd.

Powers: Super Regeneration, Super Speed, Super Strength, Super Intelligence, Laser Eyes, Scanning, Using the Interweb, Manipulating Technology, Electricity, Healing, Water Breathing, Nanomachines, Overwhelming Competence.

Alignment: Lawful Good. I haven’t been lawful good lately…

Text Color: Purple When Happy. Red when Sad/Angry etc.

Main Animal: Frogs, Kangaroos. :)

Other Animals: Bees, Cockroaches, Seals, Lightning Bugs. :)

Main Hobbies: Art, Gardening, Husbandry, Singing, Science, Robotics.

Diet: Can for the most part only eat purple food, Eats things whole, like bones, wrappers, rinds.

People find what I eat weird..

Favorite Drinks: Lemonade, Butterfly Tea, Taro Boba, Hot Chocolate.

Favorite Fruit/Veg: Ube, Grapes, Plums, Watermelon, Apples.

Favorite Meals: Scrambled Eggs, Pancakes, Waffles, Ube Pizza, Chicken Noodle Soup, Friendship Bread, Ramen, Sago Soup, Popcorn, Chicken Nuggets, Hot Dogs, Chicken Sandwiches.

Favorite Sweets: Frog Gummies, Fruit Snacks, Chocolate, Poprocks, Purple Gummy Bears, Kohakutou.

Favorite Desserts: Brownies, Ube Icecream, Moon Cakes, Taro Cookies.

Favorite Flower: Violets, Lavender, Wisteria, Dandelions, Lilacs, Sunflowers. :)

Scent: Lavender, The Ocean, Pineapple. Most people say I smell tropical.

Handedness: Left Handed.

Blood Color: A mixture of Red and Oil.

Birthday: September 8th 3003. (Virgo)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Owns several kangaroos, His favorite frog is a Pig nosed frog. has collected every single Pokémon including every shiny Pokémon. :)

Special Interests: Frogs, Nature, Disney, Winnie the Pooh, Pokemon, Stardew Valley, Biology. :D

Comfort Objects: (Fluffernutter) Purple Kangaroo Plush, His Computer, His Furby, Rabbit Plush, His Plants, Seal Plushie, Purple Teddy Bear, Purple Frog Plush, Worm on a String. :D

Stims: Keyboards, Drawing, Knocking on things, Echololia, Playing with Coins, Gemstones, Hand flapping, Bouncing, Computer stims, Ribbiting, Slimes, Squishes, Kinetic Sand, Bee Dancing, Sensory Jars.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

MY POKÉMON TEAM!!!:

MY GENSHIN TEAM!:

ALEX’S HAPPY THINGS!!!:

Purple.

The Sun, Rainbows, Rain.

My computer.

Frogs, Cockroaches, Kangaroos, Bees, Seals, Sea Urchins, Lightning Bugs, Horseshoe Crabs.

The Ocean.

Disney, Winnie the Pooh.

Flowers, Plants, Succulents.

Art.

Pride! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

Animal Crossing.

Stardew Valley.

Pokémon.

Isabelle.

Stuffed Animals.

Splatoon.

Robot Pets.

Tangled.

Disney Princesses.

Music Boxes.

Minecraft.

Endermen.

Genshin Impact.

In Games:

Animal Crossing:

Stardew Valley:

(Credit to this portrait maker)

Splatoon:

Weapon: Inkbrush.

Minecraft Skin: LINK

Family:

Stefan Jackson, Tara Jackson (Grandparents, Mothers side). …….

Todd Leverett, Irma Leverett (Grandparents, “Fathers” Side.) Grandpa was nice.. he was the only one who liked me…

Maria Leverett, Stellan Leverett. (Parents.) ……

Jordan Leverett (“Father”) …….

Johnathan Carter (Adoptive Father.) :) Daddy.

Nova Star (Godfather.) :)

Johnathan.Jr Carter (Adoptive Brother.) :) Little Brother.

Michael Ansley. (Adoptive Brother.) :)

Immanuel Ansley. (Adoptive Sibling.) :)!! Immanuel!!

Joan Doe. (Big Sister Figure.)

Samuel Coleman, Micah Coleman. (Adoptive Uncles.) (Strained) ……..

Friends: N/A. I only have a few friends at the moment haha.

Romance: Aven Starclimber (Crush). :)

Pets: :D

Spike (Service Wolf)

Steven (Green Tree Frog.)

Jacob (PacMan Frog)

Satan (Purple Indian Frog)

CAPSLOCK (Desert Rain Frog)

Pumpkin Pie (Pumpkin Frog)

Gumball (Glass Frog)

Greenie (Bullfrog)

Buddies (Sea Monkies)

Brief Personality: Alexander is many things to many people, A savior, a new hope, a villain, a murderer. However in reality he's just a scared kid. He's truly trying to better himself however keeps hitting bumps in the road. He once was a pacifist, however he can't say that about himself now. All he wants is peace and quiet, and maybe a few friends who will listen to him.

Brief Backstory: [WIP]

#Alex #my ocs #ocs #my art #art #Alexander Leverett #Alex-computer #SoundCloud #Spotify

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago

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Fic Titles In Different Languages Masterlist

adiós (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: five times dan bought flowers and one time phil bought flowers

anocht, beidh muid (ao3) - werebothstubborn

Summary: when phil walks into a dingy bar on the outskirts of galway, he's not sure what to expect - least of all, a beautiful, irish-speaking fiddle player named dan.

Chez Nous - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan’s stressed, Phil’s comforting.

doppelt. (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: The big wheel in Manchester. The big wheel in another Manchester. Phil's disappearance. Finding Phil - twice. Dealing with Doppelgängers. That's not exactly what Dan expected from their first meeting. But in the end, being with Phil is all that matters.

Embrasse-moi Près (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil has always been a hugger

Gamos (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrosepetals)

Summary: Phil manages to get himself cursed by the God’s again, but this time he won’t tell Dan what he did wrong, and Dan’s left to figure it out for himself. Modern Day Greek Gods AU

in vino veritas (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: in vino veritas: latin - ‘in wine, truth’

it’s 9pm and they’re already halfway through a bottle of merlot.

Jardin d’Eden - wavydanrises

Summary: "They made it just in time, thanks to Dan covering the last part of the path with Nathan on his back and clutching onto his shoulders. He set him down and planted a kiss on the top of his head.

“Run kid, if you get inside before the bell rings, we're free men!”

Nathan giggled and hurried to the gate, where a teacher was standing.

“Hi I'm Dan, Nathan's dad, I'm assuming you're his teacher?”

“Yes, I don't think we've met yet,” Phil smiled. “My colleague Lisa usually does the openings.” "

Or the one in which Dan is a single dad managing running a flower shop and dealing with his five years old son, and his new teacher is very easy to like

je reviens vers toi (ao3) - basl

Summary: Oh no! There's only one bed.

kairos (ao3) - uselessphillie

Summary: (greek, n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

(a 2009 fic. sort of.)

L'Histoire Française (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Since he can remember, Dan has had a bad experience with teachers. When desperate times call for him to take a job as a TA at his local secondary school, he is dreading the experience. Cue Phil Lester: eclectic, vivacious History teacher whom the students and teachers adore for his fantastical, unique methods and sincere passion for his job. Dan was expecting all sorts of drama in his new job, but falling for a member of the faculty was not part of it.

La Vérité Nue - lovebuglester

Summary: 'Charles-de-Gaulle airport was empty of anyone speaking English, as far as he could hear, and that relaxed him. It was barely prime time for small talk about the different between Parisian and London weather.' Dan gets snowed into an airport in paris, basically.

le tour de ton coeur (ao3) - Iittlesparkle

Summary: The bus was about to kick off when Phil saw a lanky man running alongside of it. His curly hair was sweaty, sticking up to his forehead, and his face red. Phil thought it was weird for someone about to do le tour de France. He could hear the guy mumbling from the open window next to him, but he was probably French as Phil couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Putain de bus ! Arrête toi bordel !’’

or the Tour de France AU you didn't know you needed

Mon Cœur S'ouvre à Ta Voix (ao3) - auroraphilealis

Summary: It’s taken Dan a year to work up the courage to really discover why he keeps slipping into something he doesn’t fully understand, but now that he’s discovered that he’s not alone, he’s ready to find a solution, even if that does mean accepting a Dom into his life. Thank God Phil is there to save him when things seem like they’re about to go wrong.

Mon Chaton - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Neko!Dan and Dom!Phil.

no te de miedo vivir algo diferente (ao3) - witchpersephone (tothendoftheline)

Summary: VFX artist Phil likes company parties, but an expensive tequila bar is so far from his usual scene that he has no idea what's going on. Luckily, bartender Dan is happy to educate.

Spiagga e Gelato (ao3) - Azure (Fancy_Ravenclaw)

Summary: Two rivalling ice cream vendors on an Italian beach sneak off together on their lunch break every day.

Tu étais courageux! (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard

Summary: Dan and Phil are lost in the streets of Paris trying to find the venue for their next Interactive Introverts show. This begins a day of stomach wrenching stress for Phil, who is already carsick from the bus travel.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #masterlists #fictitles masterlist #fictitles #otherlanguage

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breeze-of-sunlight · 2 months ago

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Hey there Ju !

It's 🎅 anon again !

It's been quite a long time, but I wanted to give you an update as to how the gift is going.

First, I'll answer to the non-fic relates stuff ! Yeah I'm a French as a Foreign Language teacher (from France). I have taught a little in France and more in New Zealand, but I'm mostly interested in Asia for now, mainly China, so we'll see how it goes. Moving abroad is exhausting, but it's the second or third time by now I do that, and you definitely get used to it even if it's not easy :D

Now that I think about it, Under the Queen's Umbrella is probably that favourite drama, right next to Extraordinary Attorney Woo and Flower of Evil. The actress who plays the Queen really carries the show, and yet, the other actors are also very talented. She was a breath of fresh air amongst other Queen characters 💛

I have only heard of my Santee once, so we'll see how it goes I guess :D But I'm glad I was able to talk to you more, I'd love to stay in contact after my identity is revealed if you agree, I know nobody in the fandom and we get along great, what do you think ? :D

I needed quite a long time to get started on writing, and to think about how I wanted to organise the story. I wanted to ask you if you would agree with this system :

So basically, I told you the fic might be 4k to 5k, from what was I my head at the time. Then I started writing... it's already 3k and they haven't even met yet. There is a lot of worldbuilding and description that needed to be done on the OCs side, because her culture and customs are the basis of her journey.

So, in light of that, would you be okay to make it a three part mini-series, the first part of which would be your gift (which will be accompanied by at least two moodboards and notes, and probably a Spotify playlist), the two remaining parts would be posted hopefully not long after. It would allow me to make somewhat even parts (probably from 3.5k to 4.5k each). The good news is I also found a beta, to make sure the story is as good quality as can be :D

Rest assured, there will be a little bit of fantasy in the first part, even though it's mostly worldbuilding on the OCs side, Jongdae will still appear and trigger the whole plot.

I can tell you right now the title of the fic and the name of the chapters, even though it won't give you much insight into the plot.

Title : "Under The Moon, We Collide"

1. Collision

2. Connection

3. Balance

I would have made the whole thing in only one part if I had had more time, with ADHD it's not easy focusing and I'm constantly scared my hyperfixation on that story is going to disappear 🥹

Also, since you're German-speaking, I'm guessing you must be either from German Switzerland, Germany or Austria. I have a question regarding that : is it true that the letter J is most often pronounced Y ? Like, if your name is Julia (I don't know, I'm just making assumptions, it's the first name in J that came to my mind), would it be pronounced Yulia ? That would help me for the OC's name (which is not Julia don't worry 🤣).

Sorry again for the wait, I'll patiently await your answer, and I'm excited to hear your theories, if you have any :D

Sincerely,

🎅 Anon.

Hey Santa!

Long time no read! It's good to have you in my ask box again ^^

Teaching from New Zealand sounds so cool, damn! I'm crossing my fingers for you to get a job offer somewhere you'll like ^^ Ngl, leaving your entire social circle in another country would be so scary for me 0-0

Thanks again for the kdrama recs! I haven't had any time to watch them yet, sadly :C (yk, since it was spooky season and that called for a spooky season marathon, hehe)

Yeah, I'd love to stay in contact! :) Though I'll warn you right now: I'm not a good texter. Sometimes I get very overwhelmed by texting and end up not answering back for a while. This isn't any evil intent or a sign that I don't like you, it's just a me-problem ^^' But if that is okay with you, then as I said: I'd love to!!

Okay, about the gift:

The absolute scream I let out internally when you wrote that you already have 3k down! T^T Meanwhile I'm sitting here trying to wrestle the plot lineout for my present into actually conveying the emotions I want it to-

But that's beside point. Yes, I'm absolutely fine with you splitting the story into multiple parts! I know the feeling of burning out over a creative project a little too well. It sucks and I don't want you to risk catching that over having to finish all of the story in this set timeframe.

I also I can't believe how organized you are about this - a playlist, a beta?? That's so cool???

As for any theories: knowing how Chen can get, I'd guess there's a good bit of mischief going on here! Especially with the first chapter being called "Collision" I guess the inital contact between the OC and Chen won't go over too well :D

I'm also guessing that the background magic might be related to the moon or the night in a way? Or that the plot of the initial chapter plays out during the night? I'm not sure, hhhmmm (ˉ▽ˉ；)

And yes, you guessed correctly! I'm from Germany :)

About our J's: it's complicated. While yes, most of them are pronounced softly, we also have a few instances of pronouncing them harsher. The word "just" is actually a good example for it. In English it's pronounced [ʤʌst] (so a "dsch" sound) while in German it's pronounced [jʊst] (with a softer sound / a "y" sound). Has the same meaning, just gets pronounced quite differently. And that is the way for most of our J's, as you've said.

Names are, however, where it gets tricky. Because for some reason, most names starting with a J have the [ʤ] sound. And I can't really explain why. So yes, Julia would be [ˈjuːli̯a] with the Y, but Julie (my actual name, haha) is more of a [ˈd͡ʒuːliː] with the Dsch. And I think most names starting with a J are falling into the Dsch area, actually...

Sorry if that got convoluted, but I hope this helped at least somehow?

Have a pleasant day/night!! ^^

#exol secret santa 2024

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such-a-downer · 9 months ago

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I was lazy so this took me long 😅😆😆

1. Count of Monte Cristo

If I remember correctly, I've read this when I was in grade 8. I only had pdf of it. Have only read it once but i like the story. I feel sorry for Edmond and his reunion with Mercedes was heartbreaking. They could've been married but no. Edmond had to be thrown to jail. I only discovered this book through the author's notes of the book i've read on wattpad. It was worth the read.

2. Anna Karenina

This one was recommended to me by my research teacher back in grade 9. I think this should have been given a different title since the book doesn't focus on Anna alone. It's more like a contrasting style of storytelling. I definitely would have enjoyed this better if i downloaded a better translated version. The translator of the one i read did a lazy job and didn't bother translating the French and Latin dialogues/passages so i it was a bit of a turn off. What stood out the most to me was the book's opening line. Never been more true.

3. Alice in Wonderland

I read this out of curiosity, iirc, i picked this after finishing Count of Monte Cristo. So i downloaded both Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass. The first was always used as theme for many shows/episodes but barely bothered with the second. They are children's books but somehow i barely understood anything. My brain wasn't ready for it 😂🤣.

4. White Fang

While i read the others through pdf, i've read this one through an ebook app when i was in grade 7. Back then, i didn't know it was an old book but it was interesting for me to read something that doesn't focus on humans.

5. Call of the Wild

I can't remember whether I borrowed a copy of this book or if i had a pdf file. Can't even remember when i read it. Nothing much to say but hearts and hugs for Buck.

6. D'Artagnan Romances (3 musketeers, etc,,)

So as for this series, it was a long ride. Actually took me about 2 years to finish this. And as to why i decided to dive into this... we have english as subject at school and there are featured reading selections per quarter. Back in grade 10, i saw the title "Three Musketeers" on my textbook. Since i already read a book of Dumas, i was excited to read 3Ms and blabber about it to the class. But to my disappointment, we read and studied Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo instead. I decided to continue reading the whole series and finished it about two years later. There are several editions but i can't clearly remember if i opted for 5 volume edition or the 6 volume edition. All i know is that i had a hard time finding and downloading them. This series was an emotional rollercoaster for me. And honestly, I've never cried over character deaths but Porthos' death was a close call for me. Like the world stopped when i read that part. Oh, and also, being inspired by real history, i also did research about the characters and their real counterparts.

Plug in: if you're interested about getting nerd over the series, i recommend checking @ mordioux . Lots of info to nerd about.

7. Little Women

I only read this one time. Iirc, i think i finished this within a day or two so I'm not sure if the copy i read was the full version or abridged version. We were using the school library for simulation practice for campus journalism competition (it's a common thing in elementary and secondary). I was part of a group event so i spent my extra time reading whenever I'm done with my part. I barely remember the whole story but i remember that i enjoyed reading it.

8. Pride and Prejudice

I think this is the only one that I've read over and over. Not that much but definitely more than once. I'm a bookworm at an early age but this is one of the books that kept me sticking to classics over contemporary works. I first read it through pdf back in grade 8 and then years later, i asked my sister to buy me a physical copy as christmas gift. And as with Count of Monte Cristo, I discovered Pride and Prejudice through the same wattpad novel i was reading. It was a victorian-inspired novel (now part of multi-book series) and the author is a German history scholar so his books are packed with lots of info and trivias. So anyway, i have so much love for Pride and Prejudice.

9. Sense and Sensibility

I downloaded a pdf of this and i only read it once. I liked the story though i barely remember more than half of it. But i remember being so invested with it when i read it. The contrast between the sisters was interesting.

10. Wuthering Heights

This one... well,, i have my own physical copy and have read it only once. It was a heavy-feel read for me. A shitton of metaphysics and lack of decent communication. And i hate Heathcliff. While reading the last chapter, i listened to Celine Dion's "It's All Coming Back To Me". Guess what i did after finishing this book? I read Pride and Prejudice again to heal me.

Paperbacks that i have below:

My P&P already shedding pages 😭😭

These two are still waiting for me to read them. I feel guilty 😅. Jane Eyre is still sealed with price sticker (back)

Bonus feature: Old books that will always be dear

Going to library to study see crush.

Guilty peeps raise your hands!! 😂🤣

For prompt "Library" from @dailytwiyorprompts

The books on first panel are ones that I've read 😆😆. Are you familiar with these titles? My favorites are Pride and Prejudice and d'Artagnan romances ( 3 musketeers - ten years later). Most of these books, I've read them by downloading pdfs from Project Gutenberg. If you can't get your hands on physical copies, I strongly recommend this website.

As for the Jane Austen book that Loid is reading, it's the one that's been waiting for me for a very long time. I bought a copy about a year ago and still haven't read it 🥲😅😅

I'll reblog this later with complete review of the books through my main blog 😉 hope this made you smile.

Ps.: This really looked like something straight out from kdrama 😂🤣. Kdramas make good inspiration and reference for me 😂😂

#spy x family #loid forger #loiyor #yor forger #yor briar #books #library #novels #i also have read other books but I'm too lazy to include them hahaha

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