#Lashes in Lisbon

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

There are actually few things as delightful to me as Jane and Lisbon in Redemption (2x01), where Jane is lashing out for having the Red John case taking away, but he keeps bumping into Lisbon's brand of conflict avoidance, which is being a flight-risk, prompting his own brand of conflict avoidance, which is rolling over and showing his belly.

Jane: "I'm DITCHING this JOINT there's NOTHING here for me"

Lisbon, known for ghosting a whole town once: "ok then go."

Jane: "wait I didn't mean it like that :("

[soysauceharry]

after the end - a blurb

got the writing bug again :) enjoy! (gif credit to @londonharry)

There is something to be said about the quiet that ensues after being surrounded by noise. It's different. It's an absence of sound that feels heavy, imbued with some kind of meaning that's hard to make sense of. But it's important.

Harry feels this as he sits in his dressing room, the last of the roaring crowd from Lisbon trickles out of the stadium. Leaning down to untie his shoes, he grins to himself when he catches a whiff of the beer still lingering on his chest. He tosses his shoes aside. His sweats are hanging on the clothing rack, waiting to be worn after his obligatory ice bath. But before getting up, before moving to do anything at all, Harry sits. He leans back. He closes his eyes, and he breathes.

You're usually waiting for him in his dressing room if you come to the shows, but usually it's the hotel or the car if you're traveling overnight to the next destination. Tonight, you linger in the halls backstage, trying to hang on to as much of the chaotic, contagious energy that permeated the building. Crew members stop you occasionally to say hello. One of the security guards gives you a wink as you reach Harry's door, and you smile warmly before pushing your way in.

Harry doesn't move when you shut the door behind you. "Beer fountain, hm?" you say quietly.

"Mmhmm." He cracks one eye open. "Something like that."

"Whose was it?"

"Dunno. Lloyd's, maybe." His arm extends along the back of the couch as you approach. "Thought it was funny."

He's regarding you through his lashes, peering through squinted eyes. The fatigue is apparent, but you know there's adrenaline shining in the background. His voice is tired, body probably starting to feel the beginnings of soreness from dancing around stage for hours. Still in his stage clothes, he sits like he hasn't just performed to tens of thousands of devoted attendees. Like he hasn't just shined so bright that space dwellers would be blinded.

"You're a menace, you know," you chide, curling up next to him with your legs tucked under you. As quickly as you lean in, you lean back right away. "Oh, god." Your nose wrinkles. "You smell ripe."

"I've only just come off stage."

"Yes, but--" you make a vague gesture toward his chest. "Post-show Harry smell is my favorite. Not when it's mixed with beer."

It's enough to make him laugh quietly as he pulls you in, but he doesn't say anything else. You let yourself rest against him, arm going around his shoulders to toy with the fabric of his vest. His hand rests casually across your legs. A less than graceful bump of his forehead against yours communicates his silent request, and you smile into the soft kiss he gives you. He tastes like the last dredges of adrenaline at the bottom of a coffee cup.

A deep sigh against your lips, then he pulls away. "C'mon, then."

"What?"

"Ice bath with me."

You scrunch your nose, digging your nails into his shoulder absently. "Nice joke."

"M'serious. You've never done one."

He is serious. No hint of sarcasm stains his words as he gazes at you prettily, the post-show haze evidently kicking in. "I kind of planned to keep it that way," you say lightly.

But if there's one thing about Harry--his determination is unwavering. He squeezes your thigh once, twice. Again, taking his time to release it. "Let's do it," he whispers like it's some huge secret. "Just five minutes. You can do it."

It's not that you can't. But your own post-show routine involves letting Harry release the last of his energy on you back in your hotel room. A treat that likely won't happen tonight, given Harry's sleep-heavy lids already half-closed as he grins. He doesn't let you reply before he's pulling you off the couch and toward the bathroom.

It's there already, set up and standing proud like a throne waiting for its king. A quick dunk is usually all Harry needs to shock his system, to soothe his body after the effort he goes through while performing. Scientifically sound, but horribly masochistic. To you, at least.

"No part of this is particularly appealing." You contradict your words as you start undressing. Harry's already got his vest off, standing eerily still in just his sequined pants as he watches you strip.

"But you love me, so you'll do it."

"I guess I do." You give him a sardonic smile. "Wonder why I thought that was a good idea."

He rewards you with a pinch to your hip. Soon enough, you're at one end of the tub and he's at the other, both clad in just your underwear. The cold air from the ice wafts toward you, pebbling your skin. It's going to be awful. Harry braces his hands on the edge of the tub; you do the same.

"Three... two--c'mon, babe." He's laughing through his words as your face gets more and more unpleasant while he counts down. "Two... two... one!"

A splash. Horrible, horrible cold.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck me."

You're panting shallowly, clearly becoming unregulated as your body adjusts. Or, attempts to; this all but confirms Harry is a freak of nature. He's panting too, but through practiced technique--lips pursed, he makes little gasping noises through a smirk that warms you slightly. You find yourself mimicking him automatically, crossing your arms against your body like he has.

"This is stupid, H."

"You're doing so good," he laughs, ignoring your obvious discomfort. "Just a little bit longer."

You're laughing too, and it's partially because this is ridiculous, the two of your squished together in this ice bath in his dressing room in Portugal.

You try not to move to prevent little crashes of cold penetrating through the layer of pseudo-warmth your body has created. After a few moments, your breathing normalizes slightly, the tension loosening from your shoulders. "When is this supposed to feel good?" you ask.

He contemplates the question. "After we get out."

"Ah. Naturally."

"Should we start doing this at home?"

"Mmm. I think we keep this as a tour staple."

He huffs a laugh, shifting to extend one leg out in the tub. His calf brushes your ankle, and you wiggle your toes in response. "That means only one more, then. One more show, one more bath."

That's right. Just Italy left, then a little vacation for the two of you. This tour, this whirlwind of a few years, feels like it's going to culminate in something special. Tonight was just a taster--you both knew that. Italy would be a different beast entirely.

"Maybe I'll join you for that one, too."

Harry pushes his foot against your leg, a secret smile shared between the two of you. A promise.

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Girlhood is glossy hair, long lashes, doe eyes, lipgloss, face masks, lana del rey, lip balm, ice cold water, girl interrupted, lace dainty underwear, cola, delicate skin, sylvia plath, academic validation, working out everyday, ride and cool girl monologue, long perfect nails, soft hands, intellectual smart girl, overly obsessive, astrology, 2013 victoria secret, iced lattes with no sugar, books, gilmore girls, mitski, the colour pink, the virgin suicides, pinterest and spotify addiction, black swan, constant need to be perfect, jennifer check, lux lisbon, lily rose depp, wannabe cool girl.

[stxrdust-widow]

Like I know we all laughed when Lisbon punched Jane in the nose and whenever she threatens violence or whenever someone jokes about her ‘anger issues’ but do y’all ever stop to think that maybe her violent tendencies stem directly from her father’s abuse? You ever think that maybe she’s only violent in times when she’s upset because that’s how her father controlled his own anger? That the way she expresses her anger and upset is to lash out physically, because that’s how she and her brothers were punished and ‘dealt with’ for a good chunk of their upbringing, and maybe she’s never really learned how to properly express her unpleasant emotions?

Anyways, I do.

[katareyoudrilling]

Construction Corner (AU Joel Miller x Female Reader)

Episode 4: Marcus & Teresa

Fandom: The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal

Pairing: TV Host Joel Miller x divorced Female Reader

Summary: You deal with a difficult homeowner situation that stirs up some feelings.

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Alternate Universe, cameos galore, inaccuracies about tv show production, filming, and construction, a bit of angst, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected PiV (conversations have happened offscreen, be safe!)

A/N: This episode got a bit angstier than I originally intended, but I’m really happy with how it turned out. I am playing very fast and loose with canon for this cameo.  Reader is divorced and in her late 30s but is otherwise a blank slate.  I hope you enjoy!

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Something is wrong.

Yesterday, you chalked it up to nerves.  It wasn’t unusual for homeowners to freeze up a little in front of the cameras on the first day of shooting, but they usually got over it quickly.

Today though… you don’t think it’s nerves.

You met newly engaged couple Marcus Pike and Teresa Lisbon a few months ago at their casting interview.  Marcus had surprised Teresa by buying a house for their future family.  The two of them stared lovingly into each other’s eyes and laughed as they recounted starting a renovation project that quickly got out of their control.

Their project was just right for the show slot and their love story was sure to be a hit with viewers. It was a no-brainer booking.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been.

Watching them now, Teresa looks like she would rather be anywhere else but here.  She stands woodenly next to Marcus with a pasted-on smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.  Since filming began yesterday, she has only offered one-word answers as she robotically goes through the motions of the show.

Marcus, on the other hand, is overly enthusiastic.  His eyes shine with manic energy, while his smile is too big, too bright.  He has the look of a man trying desperately to hold things together by sheer force of will.

You recognize both of their expressions.

You’ve seen them in the mirror.

Suddenly it’s not the sun making you feel too warm.  You excuse yourself and retreat to the shade and privacy behind one of the crew trailers.  You sink into the cool grass and rest your head back against the trailer, allowing painful memories to crest over you and then recede.

Joel finds you there a few minutes later.

“Everythin’ ok, sweetheart?” he asks gently, lowering himself to the grass next to you.

You lean your head onto this shoulder.

“Yeah,” you sigh.  “Just… memories.”

“Not happy ones, I’m guessin’?”

“Not really, no.”

“I don’t know what’s goin’ on with those two, but it ain’t good.”

You lace your fingers through Joel’s and stroke his knuckles gently. His strong, work-roughened hands make yours look even softer and more delicate.  You love the contrast.  You sit side by side for a few quiet minutes admiring how your hands fit together.

“Just have to get through the rest of today and tomorrow and hope it’s salvageable,” you sigh.

“I reckon it will be.  I’m layin’ a floor.  There are sure to be extra shots of my rear end.”  You bury your face in his shoulder to stifle your laughter.

“You’re a good sport, you know.”  You rest your chin on his shoulder.

“I do know,” he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“I can’t wait until tomorrow night,” you say, looking up at him through your lashes.  His warm, chocolate brown eyes a soothing balm to your aching heart.

“Neither can I,” he rasps.

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You spend Friday morning on the phone confirming material deliveries for next week’s shoot.  When you arrive at set after lunch, Patty, the director, makes a beeline for you.

“We have a problem.”  Patty doesn’t mince words.  “Teresa stormed off, Marcus followed after her, we need to get them back to finish this thing.  Joel is setting up to film his bit on installing quarter round, but I need them soon.”

You take a deep breath in and exhale slowly through your nose.  The cast wrangling parts of your job as producer were usually fun – getting to meet new people, hear their stories, and make their houses beautiful – but today wasn’t going to be one of the fun ones.

“I’ll take care of it,” you assure her as your make your way in the direction she indicated.

You find Marcus first.  He’s pacing on the side of the house, tugging at the back of his neck, tension rolling off him in waves.

“Hey, Marcus,” you start, tentatively, “what’s going on?”

“I don’t understand,” he turns to you looking panicked, his tidy brown hair ruffled and eyes wide, “I’ve given her everything she wanted.  Why is she upset?”  He runs his hand through his hair and drags it down his face.

“Let me talk to her,” you pat him soothingly on the shoulder.  “Why don’t you get something to drink and try to relax for a bit.”

Marcus bobs his head in agreement and makes his way toward the craft services table.  You continue around the back of the house and spot Teresa at the back fence.

You make your way over and lean on the fence beside her.

“It was all so romantic,” she says, looking into the distance at nothing in particular.  “I don’t know what changed or when… am I crazy for not wanting this?”

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly.  There are no easy answers and you are in no place to give them even if there were.

You both stand in silence watching leaves fall from the trees.

You hate what you’re about to say, but it’s your job to say it.  “I’m really sorry I have to ask this of you, but we need to finish filming the show.”  Her shoulders visibly slump.  “There’s only the reveal left, then we will be out of your way, and you can figure things out with Marcus.”

“You’re right,” she sighs.

“I’ll go find him and tell him that you’ll explain later.  You can take a few more minutes.”  She nods and you make your way back towards the house – and Marcus – with a knot in the pit of your stomach.

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“Is there anything you can’t do, Joel Miller?” you tease as you push your empty plate away from you.  He met you at his door with a glass of chilled white wine before presenting you with a dinner of grilled chicken and angel hair pasta with tomatoes, basil, and parmesan cheese.  It was absolutely delicious and just what you needed after the tense afternoon on set.  “It’s really not fair that you can cook too.”

“I can make a few things, but I’m no chef,” he replies, blushing to the tips of his ears.  “I’m glad you liked it.”  He stands up from the table.  “Come watch the sunset with me.” He beckons you to follow him to the couch.

You sink down beside him and lean your back up against his broad frame with a sigh.  “What a day.  I just feel so sad for both of them.”

“I know.  Better now than later though,” Joel murmurs against your hair.

 “True.” The warmth of his body seeps through your blouse and you snuggle in closer to him.  The two of you sit in relaxed silence watching the sky turn orange and pink through the window.

“I know we had plans tonight, but I don’t want…”

“I am ok.  I promise,” you assure him.  “It was… difficult… watching them and reliving some of those memories, but I’m ok.  I am so much happier now.  And not just because of this,” you squeeze his thigh, “I was happy already.  You’re a bonus.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He nuzzles at your ear and drags his nose down the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.  He places a kiss at the juncture of your shoulder before kissing his way back up to your ear.

You moan and melt into him.  He seems determined to go slow, building your desire bit by bit, and you’re tempted to let him.  It’s definitely working.  But when he takes your earlobe between his teeth you snap – it’s too much.  Slow is overrated.  You spin yourself around and up onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

You swallow his sounds of protest as you take his mouth in a bruising kiss, panting when you finally come up for air.  You lift the hem of your shirt up over your head and toss it aside, revealing your favorite yellow lace bra.

“You’re… sunshine…” Joel breathes reverently, staring up at you with lust blown eyes, hands full of your ass.  You start unbuttoning his shirt.  “I said I wanted to take my time with you,” he argues as you spread the soft fabric wide, revealing his chest and stomach.

His body is strong from a lifetime of hard work.  Every muscle earned and used, not just for looks.  But my oh my does he look good.  The planes of his chest glow in the soft light filtering in through the window.  Beautiful.

“I know you did, but what about what I want to do with you?” you wink as you drag your fingernails down his smooth skin watching goosebumps rise in their wake.  He gasps as you scrape over his flat nipples.

You slide off his lap, onto the floor between his legs, and start unbuttoning his jeans.

“You… you don’t….” You quiet him with a look.  His chest rises and falls rapidly as he watches you free his thick, heavy cock.  You take him in your hand and stroke from base to tip, swirling a drop of precum over the head with your thumb.

You watch Joel watch your movements, jaw dropped and panting, and you smile with how good it feels to make him feel like this.

You follow the path of your hand with your tongue before taking him in your mouth as deep as you can.  Joel’s broken moans and curses spur you on.  Each drag of your mouth along his length stoking the fire of arousal burning in your belly.

You lose yourself in the desperate whimpers that escape his throat.

You feel powerful.

You are painfully turned on.

“Fuck… I… wait…”  Joel pulls you up, crushing your mouth to his in a desperate, messy kiss.  Tongues swirl, teeth bite.  He cups your jaw in his hands.

“Sweetheart… Sunshine… I could take you right here on this couch,” he pants.

“Why don’t you then?” you challenge him. He levels an assessing gaze at you.

“My back hurts,” he says seriously, and you dissolve into giggles.

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying to control yourself.  Joel’s eyes crinkle as he fights to keep a straight face.  “To be honest, my back probably wouldn’t like it either.  What are we going to do instead?”

“I’m taking you upstairs, laying you out on my bed, and having my way with you,” Joel rumbles.

Your laughter dies away as heat floods your core.  “Yes, please.”

Joel strides purposefully up the stairs, pulling you along behind him.  His bedroom is decorated in burnt oranges, dark greens, and reclaimed wood.  It’s distinctly him.

He unwraps you like a present, worshiping each newly exposed bit of skin, until he has you bare and spread out on his bed.  Just where he wants you.

The first swipe of his tongue through your folds has you levitating off the bed.  He soothes you back down with firm hands on your hips until the tension leaves your body and you melt into his ministrations.

It’s never felt quite like this before.

When you come, he stays with you, riding the waves of your pleasure with his tongue, until you are still and boneless.

The scrape of his beard on your skin brings you back to your body.  He hovers over you, filling your vision. Strong arms cage you in, pouty lips press to your sternum, tendons in his neck stretch as he positions himself between your legs.

“It’s been a long time,” you whisper as he notches his weeping cock at your entrance.

“For me too,” his dark eyes meet yours.

You nod and he presses inside slowly, deliciously.  He splits you open inch by inch and you stretch to welcome him.

He buries his head in your neck with a broken curse as he fully sheaths himself inside of you.

You run your fingers through his hair and down his shoulders and back, reveling in the power you feel holding this man in the cradle of your body.  You rock against him, and he begins to move with long, languid strokes.  Each ridge and vein dragging lusciously against your walls.

You meet his thrusts, pulling him deeper into you, chasing friction in the slippery place where your bodies meet.

You fall apart for him in a haze of sensation, and he follows after you with a stuttering moan.  You stay wrapped in each other, breathing each other in, as the moon rises outside the window.

You drift off only to be awakened by calloused fingers ghosting across your skin, a request whispered low in your ear, pleasure like you’ve never experienced soon coursing through your veins as you press your face into his cool sheets.

The sun rises with him curled around your back, cupping your breast in his warm hand, your top leg thrown over his as he buries himself in you.  He presses kisses to your shoulder blade as you whimper your way to yet another release.

Joel wasn’t kidding that he wanted time.

When you wake up to him offering you a mug of coffee as he sits on the side of the bed, the sun already high in the sky, you’re pretty sure you’ll give him all the time he wants.

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A/N: This episode’s cameo comes to us from The Mentalist.

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[honeysmoonn]

white mustang — send a description of yourself and i’ll ship you with someone! (the outsiders and outer banks only!)

okay so i’m honestly happy with either fandom as you know i love them both but i would prefer it to be a male character as i’m straight <3

now prepare yourself because this is gonna be detailed 🤭

i have long curly blonde hair (it’s nearly at my waist now and is blonder than normal because of the sun) i love it sm now it’s like princess hair 🤭 i have downturned doe eyes that are constantly switching between blue, green and grey. i always curl my lashes and wear mascara because sadly naturally i have very straight pale lashes. i have a slim, slight figure and am tanned because it’s summer!!! my face has a lot of freckles now and but so does my body. i have a small ring of freckles on my knuckle which i love!!! my cheeks are always flushed and i have baby blue braces. the way i dress is very coquette, girl next door chic. think white lace blouses paired with jean skirts or pretty floral dresses. simple, girly angelic and preppy. basically rory gilmore if she was one of the lisbon sisters.

i’m extremely physically affectionate. my friends irl will tell anyone that because i’m nearly always holding their hands or looping my arms with theirs. my love language is definitely physical touch. i’m an infj and a libra. i also get told that my personality reminds people of miss honey or cinderella. so i guess that means i’m pretty soft spoken and kind. i’m very quiet when i first meet people but once they probably know me i can ramble for ages about my hyper-fixations.i can be kinda naive but only because i always wanna see the good in people!!! i don’t really get angry or when i am angry i just end up crying.😔

i really love classic literature and vintage books!!! along with vintage movies (especially audrey hepburn movies, i’m literally obsessed with her) i love alternative music from the 80s. think the smiths, blondie, the cardigans + i know it’s not from the 80s but lana del ray <333 though to be fair i just adore anything from the past. but also i love listening to vintage love songs. i love pressed flowers and journaling! basically any hobby that is typically old fashioned is my kind of activity 😭

thank you my lovely for doing this i’m so excited to see who you ship me with tbh as i have high hopes that it’d be pretty accurate coming from you <333

OK HEAR ME OUT… i ship you with john b😟

i feel like his type is definitely blondes and he would kiss your knuckles btw.

i’m a believer that john b’s love language is also physical touch so that matches up well! be would hold you and listen while you rant for however long you want. he thinks your style is sooo cutesy but would probably tease you for having grandma hobbies LMAO

IDK I JUST HAVE A VISION

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

🪕 - 🅡🅘🅓🅘🅝🅖 - ships, tell me a little about yourself (personality, general description, likes/dislikes, gender preference) and i'll ship you with somebody from the outsiders!

i’m so curious to know who you’d ship me with, i’ve been reading your stuff for years so i know whoever you ship me with it’ll be good! 🎀

prepare yourself because this is gonna be detailed 🤭

i have long curly blonde hair (it’s nearly at my waist now and is blonder than normal because of the sun) i love it sm now it’s like princess hair 🤭 i have downturned doe eyes that are constantly switching between blue, green and grey. i always curl my lashes and wear mascara because sadly naturally i have very straight pale lashes. i have a slim, slight figure and am tanned because it’s summer!!! my face has a lot of freckles now and but so does my body. i have a small ring of freckles on my knuckle which i love!!! my cheeks are always flushed and i have baby blue braces. the way i dress is very coquette, girl next door chic. think white lace blouses paired with jean skirts or pretty floral dresses. simple, girly angelic and preppy. basically rory gilmore if she was one of the lisbon sisters.

i’m extremely physically affectionate. my friends irl will tell anyone that because i’m nearly always holding their hands or looping my arms with theirs. my love language is definitely physical touch. i’m an infp and a libra. i also get told that my personality reminds people of miss honey or cinderella. so i guess that means i’m pretty soft spoken and kind. i’m very quiet when i first meet people but once they probably know me i can ramble for ages about my hyper-fixations.i can be kinda naive but only because i always wanna see the good in people!!! i don’t really get angry or when i am angry i just end up crying.😔

i really love classic literature and vintage books!!! along with vintage movies (especially audrey hepburn movies, i’m literally obsessed with her) i love alternative music from the 80s. think the smiths, blondie, the cardigans + i know it’s not from the 80s but lana del ray <333 though to be fair i just adore anything from the past. but also i love listening to vintage love songs. i love pressed flowers and journaling! basically any hobby that is typically old fashioned is my kind of activity 😭

thank you ever so much for doing this, i’m genuinely so interested to see which one of them you ship me with and thank you so much!!! 

Oh my gosh! You sound so cool, and I'm so glad to hear that you've been a long time fan! It's kind of crazy to me still to hear things like that, I can't imagine anyone sticking around for my sub-par writings-

Anyway! My gut is really screaming Dallas for this one. I know you guys are like totally opposite, but I think you'd definitely catch his eye, and he'd be really into your vibe. He likes to kiss your freckles and doesn't mind how touchy you are <3 don't worry about the naivety thing, Dallas will totally take care of anyone who tries to mess with you :)

[klingercollection]

i think my ranking of the mentalist main characters goes like this:

#1. patrick jane

on a fucked up quest for revenge, always wearing the same three piece suit, a trickster, whiny, vulnerable, damaged, definitely unstable. hot.

#2. kimball cho

deadpan, shortest of the men, genuinely worried about spells and witchcraft, muscular and a bit hairy(!), the "straight" man in comedic terms but always the first down for janes insane schemes, fiercely loyal. hot.

#3. grace van pelt

had to murder her fiancee who betrayed her and never truly loved her, started lashing out as a trauma response, fucking hates indifferent social workers, hallucinated her dead fiancee while lost in the woods then demanded to know what he wanted fully aware he was a hallucination, loves horses, agreed with jane torturing a guy.

#4. teresa lisbon

from chicago! has been putting up with jane's insanity for a decade and hasnt cracked, does not enjoy lying but enables jane, is in charge of four clearly dangerous people and regards the situation more like babysitting unruly kids than keeping four people who have all killed in check. this last one is probably directly related to her having multiple brothers. sorry lisbon your character is mostly defined by your position of power relative to others. shes kind of scully xfiles to me tho

#5. wayne rigsby

tall, a dad, hates his own dad but avenged him anyway, sorry man you dont have much going on for me, i dont care about your crush on grace. his hair is too short imo

[just-another-sickfic-blog]

The Mentalist "Fugue in Red" should have absolutely been a 2 parter but not in the murder case sense. I mean they could have done it that way but it wouldn't have mattered because boy howdy there absolutely NEEDED to have been some kind of emotional resolution.

Honestly with Jane's memory being brought back in such an abrupt and traumatic manner, I had expected him to lash out or shut down and they end up separating after a messy argument.

Lisbon has to do an introspection of what exactly her motivations and whatever while Jane begins to consider his life before and after and everything else.

There was never an episode where Jane and Lisbon were separated by conflicts that didn't involve Red John and this would have been the perfect time to show case them separating because of contrasts of their personalities coming out in the ugliest ways one as a result of one of the most heartbreaking and brutal situations.

I love them but they are fundamentally messy bitches

[mara-and-its-the-same]

☙Coraline❧ I didn’t post this originally because I forgot but then i didn’t want to but then i did so now we’re here, SHIPS, I love ships, tell me as much as you’re comfortable with about yourself, send a fandom and gender preference, and I’ll ship you and give you some head canons <3

could i please have one of these for newsies the musical and can it be for one of the boys??? ❤️‍🩹

prepare yourself because this is gonna be detailed 🤭

i have long curly blonde hair (it’s nearly at my waist now and is blonder than normal because of the sun) i love it sm now it’s like princess hair 🤭 i have downturned doe eyes that are constantly switching between blue, green and grey. i always curl my lashes and wear mascara because sadly naturally i have very straight pale lashes. i have a slim, slight figure and am tanned because it’s summer!!! my face has a lot of freckles now and but so does my body. i have a small ring of freckles on my knuckle which i love!!! my cheeks are always flushed and i have baby blue braces. the way i dress is very coquette, girl next door chic. think white lace blouses paired with jean skirts or pretty floral dresses. simple, girly angelic and preppy. basically rory gilmore if she was one of the lisbon sisters.

i’m extremely physically affectionate. my friends irl will tell anyone that because i’m nearly always holding their hands or looping my arms with theirs. my love language is definitely physical touch. i’m an infp and a libra. i also get told that my personality reminds people of miss honey or cinderella. so i guess that means i’m pretty soft spoken and kind. i’m very quiet when i first meet people but once they probably know me i can ramble for ages about my hyper-fixations.i can be kinda naive but only because i always wanna see the good in people!!! i don’t really get angry or when i am angry i just end up crying. 😔

i really love classic literature and vintage books!!! along with vintage movies (especially audrey hepburn movies, i’m literally obsessed with her) i love alternative music from the 80s. think the smiths, blondie, echo and the bunnymen + not from the 80s lana <333 though to be fair i just adore anything from the past. but also i thrive listening to vintage love songs. i love pressed flowers and journaling! basically any hobby that is typically old fashioned is my kind of activity 😭

thank you ever so much for doing this, i’m genuinely so interested to see which one of the newsboys you ship me with!!!

It took me a minute but now i have it,

I don’t think it would work with Jack, he needs someone like loud and can argue with him and stuff and i just don’t see you liking that. I think,,,

Spot Conlin (maybe because he’s my favorite, but stay with me) I think that you would be a tailor for Medda, like not a show girl, but you make their costumes and mend things and yadda yadda. And one day Jack brings Spot to a show, just because. And they go through the back door and you’re walking past in a gorgeous light pink dress you made yourself (i feel like you’d look good in light pink) and he’s so used to seeing everyone in brown and dark colors that it immediately catches his eye, But! what really grabs his attention is the armful of bolts of fabric you’re carrying, especially since they’re in front of your face and you run right into him, so of course he couldn’t ignore you. So he helps you pick everything up and you’re apologizing left and right and he’s like “I should be apologizing to you,” in his silly little accent, and when you don’t believe him “I’m serious, youse too pretty to be sayin sorry to me” then you giggle and blush because duh. And then he tries to pick everything up for you and bring it wherever you’re going and you’re like “No, you don’t have to do that, really.”

But he does. And then he makes Jack take him to every show just so he can see you and eventually he asks you out and so he takes you out for dinner and even if it’s not the nicest place you’ve ever been, you still really love it because of how sweet he’s being to take you out. And maybe on one of you’re later dates, after you’ve been together for a little while, some randos on the street try catcalling you because you’re in such a pretty dress and you look so nice, especially standing next to Spot, even if you’ve started mending/making his clothes. So he doesn’t care that they’re insulting him, that doesn’t matter, but what matters is they made you feel bad and he cannot have that. So he walks you home and he tells you that he’s gonna start selling more papes and trying harder and build a better life but you’re like “You don’t have to do all that just for me.” BUT HES LIKE “I’m doin it for us”

and it is love 🥰

[cavenewstimes]

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[f0xd13-blog]

Like they never had already worked for the accomplishments they had right?

Unfortunately someone has to always do the devils work and it's always portugal idk why

I know why but i like to play dumb

I don know how people forgot that before united states of america you had united kindgdom of portugal, brazil e algarves

Yess the algarves part represented our african territory also not just the place algarve in portugal that's why you have names like lagos in nigeria

Talking bout that

I literally need to ddance for people to believe that i'm egyptian and dance like MJ the moves are the kind of the same in fact... it's my ethnogroup. Ask peopke who partied with me in lisbon idk i don give a fuck

Só im also a diva according to the rock, he told me to be myself so im destroying them with my type skills

Notice how those nasty comments have madonna avatar... i swear they just drop this stuff online that's why madonna was being all narcisistic saying she was famous before the internet but knew how to master the internet and social media wtv the fucks she said

Yall just watch the difference between britney's videos and madonna's like i'm always being honest... britney videos ain't that cringe... some can be a lil bit i gotta admit but never like over the limit of anything. Look at madonna and she is called a queen... sometimes i need to conatin my will to puke when i watch a video by her... like are people THAT unfair and racist? Idk...

I know some people that do... like the jews behind all the shit in the usa latelly

People just ain't racist on that level. If you are an example they will treat you as such. It's one thing for a colleague to do an easy fix another thing to create such a movement to bash a popstar just coz she is dancing a being cringe online. Latelly the opinion of the majority is that britney dealed with a lot lf shit so it os normal that she lashed out and had her moments but she is being normal for years now... so... something ain't right. This gotta be planted. And all this cancellations have a lot to do with this sort of games. People just buy into everything, paparazi would just get the in the momentr stuff while now you have the internet and people that think they can control it like weirdos always changing the algorithm to make wtv they want with it.

[memorableconcerts]

The Pogues at Coliseu dos Recreios - Lisbon - Portugal

28 de Abril de 1989

Excerto de jornalista Português

" No dia em que conheci e entrevistei Shane MacGowan, líder, voz e desespero dos Pogues, temi que o agendado concerto lisboeta não chegasse a acontecer - o homem passou do absinto para a cerveja, do tinto para o ‘gin’, do Porto para o ‘whiskey’ (assim mesmo, à irlandesa), isto enquanto engolia pílulas e comprimidos de cores e formatos bem diversos. Jem Finer, que havia de suceder-lhe aos comandos dos Pogues, teve que assumir as despesas da conversa, por manifesta ineficácia do parceiro que se limitava a insultar, alternadamente e de forma impossível de reproduzir, Margaret Thatcher [nota: primeira-ministra britânica à época] e os The Men They Couldn’t Hang [nota: banda com a qual tinha andado envolvido mas que, agora, acusava de ser uma “cópia reles” dos Pogues]. Afinal, o Coliseu de Lisboa não encheu em vão e testemunhou um dos mais frenéticos ‘shows’ até hoje realizados na sala. MacGowan é que não perdeu oportunidade de voltar a armar barulho, ameaçando os fanáticos das primeiras filas quando, na confusão, lhe desapareceu o anel que dizia ser de comprometido… O mundo das reedições merece, desta vez, todos os aplausos possíveis. Afinal, trata-se de relançar, também em Portugal, em versão remasterizada e com nada menos de 36 (!) canções extra, os sete discos originais gravados pelos Pogues. A saber: ‘Red Roses For Me’ (1984), ‘Rum, Sodomy & The Lash’ (1985, com produção de Elvis Costello), ‘If I Should Fall From Grace With God’ (1988, produzido por Steve Lillywhite), ‘Peace & Love’ (1989, outra vez com Lillywhite), ‘Hell’s Ditch’ (1990, com Joe Strummer aos comandos), ‘Waiting For Herb’ (1993, produzido por Michael Brook) e, finalmente, ‘Pogue Mahone’ (1995). Os dois últimos já não contaram com o desnorteado MacGowan mas as explicações diferem - o cantor diz que se fartou, os seus antigos cúmplices garantem que ele foi despedido depois de mais umas valentes vergonhas no Japão. Casualidade ou não, os dois discos mais fracos do lote são os registados depois da partida do mocinho inquieto. Pergunta-se: tanto tempo depois, para que servem os álbuns dos Pogues, além da satisfação de coleccionadores e militantes? Porque, com menos rigor do que alma, com menos precisão do que energia, nunca a regra da tradição e a anarquia do ‘punk’ viajaram tão próximas uma da outra. Nas baladas como nos momentos mais desbragados, percebia-se que os Pogues eram autênticos, ingénuos, provocadores, viscerais, únicos. Usavam - e abusavam - das canções tradicionais irlandesas, alinhavam com a loucura quase genial das criações de MacGowan, atiravam-se com ganas quase latinas a temas de Ewan MacColl ou dos Rolling Stones, de Ronnie Lane ou de Bob Dylan, quase sempre com camuflados perfeitos. Com guitarra, banjo, acordeão, bandolim, ‘tin whistle’, tudo ao molho com a electricidade, estão longe de representar qualquer tipo de nostalgia - há casos em que a vitalidade não esmorece. Diz quem sabe: “A música deles é a aguardente dos malditos. Os Pogues são os últimos corações puros de Dickens, Joyce e Dylan Thomas”. Quem disse? Um sábio e um prático chamado Tom Waits… "

[quiet--menace]

Some of my WIPs:

• SMS (original fiction, novel)

• Tied By Hand ( OFMD, Ed/Izzy)

• Dead Men Sing No Songs ( GoT s8 fix it)

• Big Damn Kiss series (OFMD , Ed/Izzy/Stede)

• Tickle the Ivories (OFMD young Izzy & Spanish Jackie)

Send a title to my ask and I’ll add 3 lines to that WIP.

Enjoy this snippet from ‘Tied By Hand’ - a one shot about Izzy tying those bows into Ed’s beard for the fancy French party 🎀

‘Izzy’s killed for a good coffee.

Trapped as he is on a floating circus instructing a bunch of freaks in the basics of piracy, Izzy’s last link to life that doesn’t so closely resemble hell is his coffee.

Between late night watches, rough seas and bad dreams, a large cup of green beans freshly roasted and ground, boiled with milk and sweetened with a little Lisbon sugar is all that stands between Izzy and sleeping on the job.

Or committing murder (of fellow crew members at least — mutiny aside).

Luckily the Mauritian in the galley makes a better brew than their old cook on the Queen Anne. On the flagship, however, men worked hard without Izzy breathing down their necks and rules were followed at risk of lost rations or a lashing.

One rule in particular – ‘No speaking to Izzy until he’s had coffee’ – began as a joke after he slit the throat of a gunner who made some jibe about hawser lengths and Izzy’s height.

Writers I can think of (sorry if I missed you, join in anyway!) : @katieamnesiaandrews

@zigzag-wanderer @bemusedlybespectacled @tinyzoologist @shatteredhourglass @unlovedhands

@notebooks-and-laptops

@targkso @withercrown @sidewalk-scrawls

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!

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@1attheedge @whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman

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@lazinesswrites @zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour

[ltwilliammowett]

The Cutty Sark

She was built in Dumbarton (Scotland) on the River Leven at the Scott & Linton shipyard for the London shipowner John Willis as a tea clipper (the last of her kind) and was launched on 25 November 1869. Her motto on the bow: "Where there's a Willis a way - Where there's a will is a way" - a pun on the name of the shipowner Willis, who always wore a tall white top hat. Scott & Linton, who had agreed a price of £16,500 for the ship, had to declare bankruptcy at the end of the construction period - the Cutty Sark was their only large ship ever built. The shipyard William Denny and Brothers completed the construction.

Cutty Sark photographed at sea by Captain Woodget using a camera balanced on two of the ship's boats lashed together, before 1916 (x)

Initially, the clipper was used in tea transport until 1877. The ship never won any of the famous tea races, partly because of the prudence of her captains G. Moodie and F. W. Moore. After the opening of the Suez Canal (17 November 1869), tea transport was taken over by steamships, which made the sea route from Shanghai through the Suez Canal to England in 42 days, while the Cutty Sark needed 102 days for the journey around the Cape of Good Hope.

Sail Plan for 'Cutty Sark' (1869), G. F. Campbell

Later she sailed as a tramp steamer with various cargoes. After a hard time between 1877 and 1882, the Cutty Sark became the fastest sailing ship of her size and time with wool cargoes around Cape Horn in 1885 under her 7th and longest serving Captain Richard Woodget, setting several records and also beating her old rival Thermopylae.

Cutty Sark in port, East Circular Quay, Sydney, by Allen C. Green, before 1916 (x)

Captain Woodget first had the spars and mainmast shortened around the skystay and also removed all the leeward sails that were not needed for the voyages in the Roaring Forties, which made it possible to reduce the crew from 28 to 20 men. Once he was satisfied with the altered rig, Woodget set off with the ship on his first voyage to Australia, running the ship for ten years and making her famous.

Sold in 1895 for £2100 to the Portuguese shipping company "J. A. Ferreira & Companhia" and renamed Ferreira, she was re-rigged as a barquentine after de-rigging in 1916 near the Cape of Good Hope for cost reasons.

The restored ship in her glass dock (x)

In 1922, she was sold to the Companhia Nacional de Navigação and renamed Maria do Amparo. In the same year, the desolate ship, coming from a repair stop in London, entered the port of Falmouth due to a storm. Retired Captain Wilfred Dowman recognised the 53-year-old ship, which he had always held in high esteem as a ship's boy, and bought her from the Portuguese owner in Lisbon for £3,750, brought her to Falmouth and restored her to her original condition with the assistance of his wife, who shared his enthusiasm for the beautiful vessel.

Cutty Sark as training ship, by Jack Spurling (x)

She served in Falmouth as a stationary training ship until 1938. In 1938, the Cutty Sark came to the Thames Nautical Training College in Greenhithe (until 1949) as a gift from Captain Dowman's widow. In 1954, the famous ship was transferred on her last sea voyage to the purpose-built dry dock in Greenwich, where she has been accessible as a museum ship since 1957.

In early October 2006, the ship was closed for extensive restoration work and was due to reopen in 2009. On 21 May 2007, a fire occurred, presumably caused by a defective hoover, which burnt out most of the hull.

The Cutty Sark after the fire 2007 (x)

Fortunately, about half of the ship's equipment - for example, the masts and steering wheel - had been removed from storage at the time because of the work, and 19th century teak (worth £400,000) provided for restoration purposes had not yet been installed. Nor was the steel skeleton completely destroyed by the fire. Thanks to these circumstances, her complete restoration was possible; the ship was reopened on 25 April 2012 in the presence of Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip. On 18 October 2014, the ship was damaged by a fire on deck and was also restored. Since then, she can be visited again in her usual dock.