#Liv Little

[pascalisfrenchpunk]

Pedro showing love for Liv Little's ode to queer love and friendship, "Rosewater"

From Liv Little's IG account

[youbutstupid]

Hi and I’m bored so here are 5 books that honestly changed me

1. Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi: this story follows the lineage of 2 sisters as they are separated at birth. It goes through the family tree from how they went from the tribes in Africa over a century ago to modern day America. My favourite book ever and it’s written so gorgeously

2. Olive by Emma Gannon: it follows a woman and her friend group from University; as everyone in her group is going their separate ways and living their adult lives, Olive feels as though she isn’t catching up. It’s a really empowering read as it goes through her journey of trying to navigate adulthood

3. Rosewater by Liv Little: this was only published in 2023 and it reads so gorgeously. In this story we follow Elsie, a poet who is estranged from her family in London. It’s a very sex positive book that also allows us to have an insight into Elsie’s journey of navigating her late 20s as a gay, black woman trying to not give up on her dreams

4. The Fat Lady Sings by Jacqueline Roy: this was the book that got me back into reading when I was 19 and it is such a stunning book. The story follows two different perspectives of two women in a psychiatric hospital in the UK; first we have Gloria, a middle aged black, gay woman trying to live her life as a free spirit, but she keeps being let down by the system, and Merle, a young woman having to face her trauma. Together they discover that the faults lie within the system and they can’t let their spirits be crushed

5. Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo: I’m not an easy crier, but this book made me sob. Set in Chinatown in San Francisco during the Red Scare, a teenage girl called Lily attempts to explore her sexuality whilst attempting to hide it from her family. This book is so gorgeously written and honestly left me thinking about it for days after I had read it

[rrat-king]

fun canon things about the lake elsinore crew we learned this episode:

liv's mom has a miniature pinscher named dilly who is 11 and has no teeth

dang hates cops passionately and has vague beef with paula

russell makes an effort to stay flexible and is prideful over the fact that he is (also has a great ass)

paula is catholic

dang calls usha "his little ushie"

russell is a car guy

liv has only ever gotten drunk off of gatorade abominations at highschool parties

usha plays scrabble and is damn good at it

wendell only has his learner's permit

dang is a lite beer guy

[pedropascalunofficial]

2023 - Rosewater by Liv Little - Jul 20 - London - Pedro Pascal

[heytherecentaurs]

I’m really enjoying Jacob’s enthusiasm. His commitment to having the highest kill count. The glee with which he participates. And the seriousness with which he takes the roleplay. His conflict with the rest of the party was fantastic and it led to that wild scene where he intends to cuck that man who’s wearing a pig snout. (That sounds like a fever dream.) This dedication to the scene and the reality they’ve built is exactly what I expected having seen his appearances on Make Some Noise and Game Changer and it’s a joy to watch because he’s so funny.

[livzees]

Something something new puzzle design revealed

Wanted to give it a more robot feel because that's what I think they were trying to go for

[rady-art]

All the beautiful Mikus made me go crazy so here is a Livonian (lībiešu) Miku!!! Livs or Livonians were a Balto-Finnic tribe living on the cost of Baltic sea and are one of the ancestors to modern day Latvians:)) I'd fight a feral racoon or maybe even multiple if it meant I could get even a piece of some of these archeological traditional clothes... but I don't think there's racoons in this part of the world. Which sucks for me.

[livwritesstuff]

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know why it had taken so long for him to realize his and Steve’s children could understand the shit that came out of his mouth.

(It took an embarrassingly long amount of time).

Even when Moe’s third or fourth word was fuck, he didn’t realize it (and she was using it mostly correctly too, which should have been a serious flag, but nope).

What made him realize it was when they started repeating the shit that came out of his mouth. 

To strangers.

In public.

The first time Eddie had been really caught off guard by something one of his daughters said was when Moe, who was three at the time, had proudly announced to an unsuspecting grocery store cashier, “Daddy says my Papa’s a DILF!”

And, like, Eddie had just heard the term for the first time, and obviously he was goddamn delighted by it because…duh. Steve. 

It just hadn’t occurred to him that his toddler might have caught it too, but little pitchers have big ears, or so the proverb suggests, and Eddie had taken it as a wake-up call that Moe isn’t a baby anymore (tragic as it may be).

He’s not the only problem though – Steve is just as bad, (if not worse, because he really doesn’t bother to check where their kids are before he starts running his mouth).

One particularly damning incident was at a restaurant, which is something they don’t even do all that often because, seriously, going to a restaurant with very young kids should be an Olympic event or something.

(The last time they all went out to eat, Nancy and Robin had made a drinking game out of all the times Steve and Eddie had to take a child to the bathroom and ended up so far gone that Eddie had needed to drive them home).

The incident started with the waitress asking, “Can I get you started with anything to drink?”

And it had ended with four-year-old Moe confidently announcing, “My Papa needs a fucking margarita.”

Thank god, the waitress had been a twenty-something college student and thought it was hilarious, but Steve had still been completely mortified.

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Back at it again with more men in skimpy outfits, Easter Vashwood edition

[zivazivc]

What do the band mates look like now?

Hed's a dad, and Les finally found a shirt that fits him

[heich0e]

atsumu's kids would be the type to call their mom by their name rather than title bc of atsumu

i personally am on the other side of this argument and am of the belief that atsumu's kids don't know their mother even HAS a government name because he strikes me as the type of guy to refer to his wife nearly exclusively as mama or ma after the babies are born (at least in their presence)

[widowbitessting]

Flower Petals on the Floor

Word Count: 996

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Summary: All you wanted to do was surprise the Trio! at work. But the stupid security guard is set on ruining your plan.

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

(I swear I'm not an idiot. I got asks and I lost them. Can I find them? No. I remember it being along the lines of 'a security guard not letting Baby past' so nonnie I am sorry for losing your ask. Just label me stupid I guess. Again, it’s not the best thing I’ve written but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless)

xoxo

It was supposed to be a surprise. 

A midweek visit as your classes were called off. 

You’d even bought a small bouquet of flowers for each of them. 

But would the stupid security man let you in?

No.

No matter what you tried to say, he just wasn’t having it. 

“Listen! They know who I am, just let me up!” 

“No. Your name isn’t on the list, meaning you can’t come in.” He tells you. “Now go and bug someone else.” 

You glower at him, officially irriated. 

“I am not bugging - how many times do I have to tell you? I’m their girlfriend!” 

“That’s what they all say. I wasn’t born yesterday.” 

“Listen boogers for brains, I don’t know who pissed in your coffee this morning; but I’m here to surprise my girlfriends ‘cos they’re stressed out of their minds and you’re sort of ruining it!”

“Heard it all before, love. Now beat it.” 

He shoves you and you stumble back. 

“Hey!” 

“Get out of my building, doll face.” 

“Who are you -” 

“I will personally remove you if I have to. Leave.” 

He tries to shove you again but you manage to scurry back.

You glare at him.

“Fine. Fine. I’m going. There’s no need to push me. God.” 

You stomp out of the reception area and back out the pristine glass doors, where the horrible weather is waiting to soak you. 

“Fucking stupid…butt face.” 

You stop as the door swings shut behind you and pull your phone out of your pocket; texting the Trio.

Y/N (13:14): Hypothetically…if I was trying to get into your building…what would I need to do?

Carol (13:14): Well hello to you too, cutie. 

Carol (13:14):  We’d have to put you on the OK list; get you a Visitor ID sorted and so on. Why?

You groan. 

Why is nothing ever simple?

Y/N (13:15): No reason

Wanda (13:15): Are you downstairs, baby?

Y/N (13:16): Maybe…? I’m outside…

Natasha (13:15): Go back inside love, we’ll be there in a minute❤️

You quickly do as you’re told, rushing back into the warmth of the building. 

Only, you’re met with the same security man as before. 

He’s glaring at you. 

“Listen love, if you wanted to be handcuffed this badly, all you had to do was ask.” 

“What?”

He throws your flowers to the ground and spins you around so fast that you don’t even have the time to make a sarcastic comment. 

The cold bite of his handcuffs snag at your skin. 

“Listen -” 

“No, you listen to me, I’ve had enough of your shit. You’re in detainment until the cops get here, is that understood?”

“Cops? But wait -” 

“Save it.” 

This has to be the most mortifying ordeal of your life. 

Everyone in the open reception space is looking at you and you really don’t know what to do. 

And to make it worse, your left shoe keeps squeaking.

“I can’t - I can’t go to jail!” 

“Should have thought of that sooner, love.” 

He moves you so easily that you make the mental note to start going to the gym. 

Dragging you towards the turnstiles. 

He scans his ID and pushes you through.

Taking you towards the back door when - 

“Greg, any reason you’ve got our girlfriend by the wrists?” Natasha’s voice has you both stopping and you just want to sob in relief. 

She glares at the man holding you, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh thank god.” You mutter. 

“Yeah, that’s kind of our job.” Carol adds. 

“Told you I wasn’t lying.” You glare back at him.

“I was just -” 

“Being disrespectful to someone who we care about.” Natasha buts in. “Forget being professional, you were being downright rude. Uncuff her. Right now.” 

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry ma’am.” 

He lets you go and you quickly move to stand closer to your women; Wanda’s hand quickly finds your waist and holds you close. 

“Do you do this to all the visitors that aren’t on the all clear?” Carol asks, putting her hands into her pant pockets. 

If things hadn’t been so disastrous, you’d have found it incredibly hot. 

…Maybe you still do…

“I - no. I…” 

“Go on. We’re waiting.” Wanda snaps. 

“I was told to make sure no one got in if they’re not on the all clear.”

“And how do we ensure people do get on the all clear?” Natasha asks, as if she’s speaking to a 1 year old, 

“Having one of the reception team buzz up to Kate…”

“And did you do that?” Wanda asks.

“No…”

“Why not?” Says Carol. 

“…she…she was testing my patience!”

“And the reasonable thing to do was handcuff our girlfriend and cause a scene?”

“I was handling it accordingly.”

“He hurt my arms.” You pout and nestle into Wanda, hiding your smile. 

“I think we should have a little chat, Greg, don’t you think? Bring in the Head of Security too?”

The man visibly pales.

“I think that sounds wonderful.” Natasha adds on. “You’re dismissed. We’ll contact you later when we’re ready.” 

And just like that, he’s gone. Practically vanishing in thin air.

“Are you okay, my love?” Carol asks, looking you over and inspecting your wrists. She clocks the red marks where the handcuffs were too tight. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Natasha growls, pulling you in for a tight hug. “My poor girl.”

“We’re gonna put you on the clearance list and get you an ID sorted.” Wanda says. “So you can come straight up next time.”

“Okay.” You pout. “I brought you flowers but he…” You point to the flowers littered on the floor. 

“Aw, baby girl.” Natasha sighs. “We appreciate the gesture. C’mon. Wanna come see where we work?”

You nod. 

Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the elevators. 

They open almost as soon as you get there and the four of you walk inside. 

Carol presses their floor and you grin up at her. 

Until she asks:

“Baby girl. Where’s your coat?”

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[shaboozey]

ALL AMERICAN 6.01 Things Done Changed

[vanpalmr]

TAISSA TURNER & VAN PALMER YELLOWJACKETS 2.01

[longdeadking]

struck by the image of liv putting a hand on wendells back in the last scene of nsbu. its such a small detail, but theres so much to unpack there.

liv just spent several days as kingskin, gigantic, powerful (physically and socailly), completely self-assured. hands big enough to crush a man's skull. and she was comfortable in that body, not hesitsting to use that strength or size. liv was more comfortable being kingskin than she ever was just being herself.

and then, leaving the movie, probably still reeling from the sudden change (and stuck back in her body that feels more alien than kingskin's did, that feels too small, too weak), liv puts a hand on wendell's back. a tiny, subtle, but present act of control and power. not over wendell neccessarily, just in general. a way to say, i support you with my strength. something liv could do as kingskin. something she can't do as liv. something she wants back, maybe.