#Lucky Lindy

[retropopcult]

"Detroit, Michigan. Neighborhood where Charles A. Lindbergh was born." Featuring the For-Ham Pharmacy (and Dutch's Real Way Roast Beef) at the intersection of West Forest and Hamilton avenues. Photographed June 1941 by Arthur S. Siegel for the Office of War Information.

[lilbirbspewinggarbage]

Hear me out.

Imagine Dot and Bubble with Ten and Martha. They go through the entire episode and at the very end, Lindy and co. show their bigotry.

Imagine Ten staring at Lindy, then deciding in less than a second to leave. Martha, who's used to this, makes her voice softer, tries as hard as she can to be sweet and safe.

Lindy ignores Martha and turns away and Martha's voice breaks. Martha's pleas sound like whining, Lindy and her friends' will die because of her. Resigned, she offers to stay here, for Ten to come back for her after dumping the rest of them off.

Ten stops. His nails digging into the wood of the TARDIS door.

He looks back, furious and sad, and says, "No."

It's soft and really only for Martha to hear.

Martha stumbles into the TARDIS and Ten closes the door to go and comfort his friend.

[kamrinortiznumberonefan]

Steve Lucky and the Rhumba Bums feat. Ms. Carmen Getit at the late Club Deluxe, photo by Dennis Hearne

[freebooter4ever]

Despite the extreme sadness of this game - one thing i love about this team is that it definitely feels like you can trust the coach to know what is and isn't working and see patterns five steps ahead and fix them. Im not saying i approve of all the choices but like. I dunno, im still new to this and i remember being completely flabbergasted that halak was played so much in the beginning when he was losing. Literally. Every. Game. Cause i was only paying attention on a game by game basis. But now? He's been steadily improving and he's been able to hold his own while shesty gets his mojo back. And looking back im sure that was 100% intentional on the coaches part.

[whovianbuffalo]

Dot and Bubble thoughts

This episode was first and foremost an allegory for racism and the entitlement of white elites, and this little touch of “charging rebranded as 'work'”(because it's 'tedious') is interesting here.

Lindy later says "my job's not easy, I get chapping" which shows she clearly hasn't worked out that "work" has become a meaningless phrase in their carefully-controlled society.

Before this, Ricky says people used to do 'manual labor, for money', but Lindy still self-identified as a wealthy person when Ruby asked, and said "Only people who can afford it" are sent to Finetime, yet

So... I can understand why some people feel that this episode is trying to take a shot at Gen-Z and no one else, but I will say it does seem to be a valid critique of performative activism.

Lindy mentions that she is using 'refurb' clothing and therefore isn't using up any of Finetime's resources, which is one of the only indications we are given that this 'utopia' is, of course, falling apart. The other indication comes in the opening of the episode when the newsreader informs them "Not going to lie, we are having trouble with the weather satellite".

A friend of Lindy's compliments her outfit- a woman who says "Kindness all the time" (an ultimately hollow phrase) is preferable in this society to The Doctor and Ruby, who are seen as impolite for daring to interrupt their bubbles, but, ultimately, The Doctor is shut out due to racism and colorism. Ruby is an outsider too, but because she is white and blonde and blue eyed they never question if she is a "contagion".

The Doctor was no 'ruder' than Ruby, but Lindy focuses on him anyway.

I appreciate that we see an early indication of Lindy's selfishness in her first meeting with Ricky here.

Interesting that instead of "heaven's sake" Gothic says "For land's sake". This makes sense for a culture so clearly obsessed with Manifest Destiny, and of course reaffirms their belief that Finetime is "heaven", of sorts.

It's clear that they still have some Religious/Phantasmagorical connection to a mythical heaven, as Lindy says "You mean she's in The Sky? Isn't she lucky!" rather than think about the realities of death or an afterlife. And just in case we were wondering if this culture was religious, they invoke the deity (and Manifest Destiny) directly:

The specific way in which Dot and Bubble forces the viewer to sit with Lindy throughout the episode- static scenes shot of her very boring life and her extremely vapid, empty social life (which I appreciate The Doctor calls out as being enough to drive the AI to homicide) makes us feel trapped and complicit in her behavior, and Ricky's, too.

We're watching the narrative unfold from within the bubble and the screen is literally obscured, peeling back the layers until we finally meet the doctor in person- but Lindy's reaction is off.

And then... We don't follow them. The camera shrinks back, and the impossibly wide world which they wanted to conquer shrinks back into a tiny dot as their boat fades out into the horizon. We're left with Ruby and The Doctor and a TARDIS which is bigger on the inside, but we don't see inside her.

Great work from the director of photography here and amazing work from the cast and crew all round to make a script which must have looked extreme repetitive on paper- the constant use of the word "Forwards. Forwards. Forwards" must have been a hard slog in the read-through— work so well onscreen. How prodigious that it would appear have been too expensive to film during the 11th doctor's era and was shelved for more than a decade until we could get Ncuti Gatwa to fully embody this experience.

This episode was an excellent satire (of multiple things!) and I'm not sure it would have landed the same way in a previous era... But it feels incredibly timely now if you are willing to listen to it.

[scoonsalicious]

2.1 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntire, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, pick-mes, internalized misogyny.

Word Count: 2.7k

Previously On...: You asked Bucky to dance.

A/N: Guys, I know it's moving fast, but next part is smut <3

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As soon as the opening bars of the saxophone began, Bucky found himself feeling at ease. It wasn’t exactly like the big band tunes he used to cut it up to back in the day, but the beat was similar, and the horns were familiar. He was delighted to find the rhythm of the song was perfect for the Lindy Hop, and in no time, he was moving Major along the floor like he would have if he’d met her in 1943. 

And the look on her face as he spun her, twisted her in his arms? It was fucking priceless. Major’s smile was huge, her laugh infectious, and in no time at all, Bucky found himself laughing, too. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun with a dame. 

He was surprised to find himself thinking of Major in those terms, as a dame. Yeah, he’d dated since he’d woken up from cryo for the last time, even had a couple of relationships that never seemed to go anywhere, but those had all been with girls, occasionally women. Not a single one of them had made him feel the same electric rush he’d felt in his youth; not the way he’d felt dancing with Major tonight, and that made her a dame. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

The song was over far too soon for Bucky’s liking, and even though the next one was one he didn’t know how to move to, he found he didn’t want to let go of her, didn’t want to move off the floor.

“That was great,” he said, slightly panting from the dancing and laughing. “What was that?”

“Bleachers,” Major said. “Modern Girl. They’re one of my favorite bands. I’m so glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Bucky smiled. “I haven’t danced like that in nearly a century. It felt fucking amazing; thank you.” 

Major ducked her face behind her hair, bashful at his thanks, and Bucky thought it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “Are all their songs like that?” he asked.

“No,” she admitted, “but they’re still fantastic.”

“I’ll give them a listen, then,” he said, “if you like them so much.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she said, blushing. God. How Bucky wanted to bite the apples of her cheeks!

“I want to,” he said, earnestly. Without a thought, he found himself reaching up to tuck a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to even be talking to her, let alone having gotten to share a dance.

“What?” Major asked, sounding self conscious, and Bucky realized he’d been staring at her for a little longer than was probably considered politely normal.

“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are,” he told her honestly, and was rewarded when she ducked her face down again. He tucked his hand under her chin and tilted her head back up so she was looking at him. “What?” he asked with a soft smile. “Is that so hard to believe?”

Major chuckled softly. “No,” she said. “I guess… I’m just not used to getting compliments.”

“Well, that’s a damned shame,” Bucky tsked. “You should be getting them multiple times a day.”

She licked her lips. She looked so fucking kissable, he thought. “I was in a relationship for a long time,” Major told him. “Got a lot more insults than compliments, unfortunately, toward the end. Guess I just got accustomed to them.”

Bucky frowned, having a hard time believing any straight man with eyes and blood in his cock would ever consider insulting her. “Your ex-boyfriend sounds like a dumbass piece of shit,” he offered.

Major shrugged. “Ex-husband, actually.”

That took Bucky aback. “Oh,” he said. “Shit. I’m sorry–”

“No, it’s okay,” she rushed to reassure him. “I married young and dumb. Military housing is a big perk, you know.” Bucky nodded. “It was… nice for a few years, but between the stress of deployments, and the fact I was getting promoted more often than he was… we weren’t happy for a while.”

“How long since you split?” he asked. He was nervous– based on what he’d experienced of Major so far, he saw her as someone he could really end up liking, and he didn’t want to come trampling in if she wasn’t emotionally ready. The idea of just being a rebound to her didn’t sit well with him. At all.

“Oh, like, five years ago,” Major said, waving her hand as if dismissing her entire marriage. “He cheated on me during his last deployment. Cliche, I know, but I ended up being grateful for it. It was the kick in the ass I needed to finally get out of a dead relationship. In fact, I fueled all the anger I felt at him into building the first WarZone. So, in a weird, roundabout way, I have him to thank for where I am today. Just think; if he had been able to keep his dick in his pants, we might not be standing here right now.”

Bucky laughed at that, and he suddenly found himself wanting to send her ex a thank you card. “Do you still see him?” he asked. 

“Not if I can help it,” Major told him, an upward tic to her lips. “We still have some mutual friends, and I’m fond of his mother, so we run into each other socially, here and there, a couple of times a year. I don’t look forward to seeing him or anything like that, but I stopped caring enough to let it really bother me a long time ago.”

“That seems like a pretty healthy outlook to have,” Bucky offered.

“It took a lot of work to get to this point,” she laughed. “I mean, why’d you think I had to start a rage room, of all things, to help me deal?”

Bucky laughed, and as he did so, he realized he was still holding both of her hands in his; neither of them had made a move to pull away from one another since the dance ended. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, looking up from where the two of them were joined.

“Yeah,” she said, offering him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. “I’d like that.”

They both returned to the booth a few minutes later, Bucky with a beer and Major with another frozen margarita. In their absence, Peter, Thor, and Wanda had left, leaving just Bucky and Major, Nat, Steve, Sam, and Lily. 

“They wanted me to tell you goodbye, and that they loved meeting you,” Nat told Major as she and Bucky both sat back down. “They wish they could have stayed, but Thor and Wanda have an early mission tomorrow, and Peter’s got a school project. You and Barnes seemed to be having a deep discussion, so they didn’t want to interrupt.”

“I’m sorry to have missed them,” Major said, “but hopefully I’ll see them again?” She looked to Nat with a question on her face.

“Of course you will,” Bucky said before Nat could reply. “You think I’m– er, we’re gonna let you get away from us that easily?”

“Oh, Bucky,” Lily said, reaching for his arm. “Did you get me a drink from the bar, love?”

Bucky frowned. It was their usual routine to get the other a refill each time one of them went to the bar, but he’d been so smitten by Major’s presence, he’d entirely forgotten. “No, Lil, I’m sorry,” he said, knowing she’d rightfully start pouting.

“You can share mine with me, if you’d like,” Major offered, holding out her margarita. “I’ve probably already had enough alcohol for one night.”

“Ew, gross,” Lily said, sneering at the proffered drink. “I don’t touch that fruity shit. They’re just so… girly.” She spat out the word like it was an insult. “I mean, if you can’t take beer or straight up liquor, what’s the point of even drinking?” She leaned over and picked up Bucky’s beer. “I’ll just share with Jamie. You don’t mind, right, love?” Smiling, she took a long swig before placing the bottle down in front of him.

“Well, since my drink’s been commandeered,” Bucky said, looking to Major with big, soulful puppy dog eyes, “will you share yours with me?”

“Of course,” she said, handing him her glass. Bucky took a sip.

“Oh, shit,” he moaned, then leaned down to take a larger swig; it was tastier than he’d ever imagined, not to mention her lips had been on the glass, just where his were now. “Lil, you’re missing out! This fruity shit is delicious! Thanks, doll!” 

“I’m just curious,” Major started, seemingly apprehensive, as though she were wondering if she should say what she was actually thinking, “why you say ‘girly’ like it’s a bad thing. What’s wrong with being a girl?”

Nat raised an eyebrow in surprise, and Bucky was sure he heard Sam cough “oh shit” into his fist. 

Lily rolled her eyes. “Nothing’s wrong with being a girl, obviously,” she said. “But, like, you have to admit, all the stuff that’s catered to women is just so… stupid, childish. No self-respecting, serious person is into all that kind of stuff. It’s weak.” She shook her head. “No, if it comes down between being a girl and being a badass, I’m going to choose badass every day of the week.”

“Uh oh,” Major said, leaning back and giving Lily a scrutinizing look. “Sounds to me like the misogyny is coming from inside the house.”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Lily asked, planting both hands on the table. “Lil, calm down,” Bucky said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure Major didn’t mean anything insulting by it.”

“I said,” Major reiterated slowly, “that the misogyny is coming from inside the house. You’re acting as though anything that’s considered inherently feminine is less than anything masculine. And when you look to build yourself up by bringing other women down by rejecting femininity, that’s internalized misogyny.”

“How dare you?” Lily seethed. “You don’t fucking know a thing about me! Bucky, tell her I’m not like that!”

“If I made an error in judgment, I apologize,” Major said, before Bucky could come to Lily’s defense. Though, if he really thought about it, Major had a point– Lily always did seem to irrationally hate anything she deemed girly. “I’m simply responding to the implications of your own words.” Major took a sip of her margarita and smacked her lips. “I mean, I like girly things. I like makeup and dressing up and fruity drinks, but I’ve also been in combat. I’ve fought in a war. I’m both girly and a badass. So is Nat. The two can co-exist, and neither one has to be better than the other.”

“You are now officially my best friend,” Natasha said, looking at Major with wonderment and a newfound respect. “Finally, someone else who actually gets it!”

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Lily said, standing up and walking off without waiting for a response from anyone.

“I like you, New Girl,” Sam said, holding out his fist for Major to bump, which she did with an embarrassed smile. “I want you around all the damn time.” 

She turned to Bucky. “I’m sorry if I made your friend upset,” she said, “but after all those years of dealing with the shit that comes from being a woman with authority in the military, misogyny of any kind is a giant no go for me; particularly when it’s from another woman. We should all be propping each other up, not trying to tear one another down.”

“No, I completely understand. She was out of line,” Bucky said. She had been. There was no excuse for that kind of behavior, and if an old fogey from the ‘40s like him could realize that, she should have, too. “I’ll talk to her about it.”

Major smiled at him, seemingly pleased with the way he responded, and Bucky felt his heart swell. He was overcome with the idea that he wanted to make her happy all the time. Slow down! He told himself. You’ve only just met her!

Major glanced down at her watch, her expression falling. “Shit,” she said, picking up her leather jacket. “It’s getting late. I should probably head back if I’m going to catch the last train back into the city tonight.” She slid out of the booth and put her jacket on. “It was so great meeting you guys,” she said. “Please tell Lily again that I apologize if what I said offended her. Nat, thanks so much for the invite; I had a great time.” She leaned in to hug the redhead. “I’ll see you on Tuesday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Nat said, smiling. “I’m so glad you made it out; get home safe, yeah?”

Major nodded. “Will do. Goodnight” She looked back as she started to walk away, catching Bucky’s eye one last time, and his heart dropped in his chest; he didn’t want to– couldn’t– let her walk out of his life just yet.

“Major,” he said, standing up and sliding out of the booth to join her. “Why don’t you let me give you a ride back to your place? It’s late, and the train’s not the safest this time of night.”

He heard Nat, Sam, and Steve all cough-laugh into their hands in the booth behind them, but didn’t pay them any mind. “That’s so sweet of you,” Major said, “but I would feel awful for inconveniencing you like that.”

Bucky shook his head. “No inconvenience at all, I swear,” he told her. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t genuinely want to.”

Major chewed on her lip for a moment, considering his offer. “Okay,” she said eventually. “Yeah, you can give me a ride home.” Bucky thought his heart was going to soar out of his chest.

“While that’s real chivalrous of you and all, Bucket,” Sam said, “what are you gonna do about Lily? You drove her here. How you expect her to get home if you’re taking New Girl?”

Bucky turned and flashed Sam a Look. “Since you’re all going back to the Compound,” he said, “it shouldn’t be a problem for the three of you to drop her off at home on the way, right?” he asked pointedly. Come on, Sam, he thought, trying to silently communicate to his friend with his eyes. You said you’d be my wingman here!

Sam and Nat exchanged an annoyed look while Steve just looked resigned. “Yeah, alright,” Sam said after a minute. “We’ll make sure McIntyre gets home safe and sound. But you owe me one for this.”

Bucky put his hand to the small of Major’s back and led her out of the bar, waving to Steve, Nat and Sam as they went. His fingers brushed gently against hers as he led her to where he parked his motorcycle.

“Oh,” Major said. “I didn’t realize we’d be taking a bike.”

Bucky frowned. “Is that a problem? I can drive up to the Compound and get a car if–”

“No,” she smiled at him. “This is great. I haven’t been on a motorcycle in ages.”

Bucky unlocked the helmets and took his extra one, gently placing it on Major’s head and adjusting the straps so it was nice and snug. “There you go,” he said with a grin. He hopped onto the bike and waited for her to get on behind him. “Where’re we headed, doll?” he asked, typing the address of her SoHo condo into his GPS once she’d given it to him.

Once she’d gotten situated on the back of the bike, Major wrapped her arms around Bucky’s middle, and he immediately felt all his blood drain to his cock at her touch. “Uh, make sure you hold on tight,” he said, barely managing to choke out the words over the effect she was having on him. She squeezed him a little bit harder in acknowledgement, and Bucky knew that he was in for it.

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[y3nze1]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙 | Alastor x Reader | 18+

- 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: the two lovelies had a certain night filled with jazz and passion.

- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut! Pussy eating, Face Sitting, Slightly Fluffy (if you analyze enough), fic based on this song (All that Jazz - Chicago the Musical).

- 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i had this fic stored in my notes app a while back and thinking of posting cause it's absolutely rotting. just a cute silly fic, plus hazbin hotel is popular again (and thriving), glad there's new people on there, plus I'm on my chicago obsession era. anyways, happy reading!

as the music along, you stood by the corner, watching over the dazzling showgirl prancing around while the beat pumped along. the background dancers on their marks, waiting for the pump to blow, holding fans and leathery ropes as they wrapped it around their arms. the lights turning on to a purply shade, lust fills the air.

'come on baby, why don't we paint the town?

and all that jazz.

I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down

and all that jazz'

with a flick of a fan, the dazzling girl winked at the beat, hand movements. hypnotic, like a desert belly dancer. she cooed to the melody as the dancers did too, grinning. the trumpet hotfully playing as it glazes through the rhythm, another flick of the fan.

'start the car, i know a whoopie spot

where the gin is cold but the piano's hot

it's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl'

flick the fan for another time, as the dancers waved around, going round table to table, their grabby hands wander through coats down to the bodies, swooping in to the load of treasures, a couple of papery beauties, to be hidden into their untouchable chests.

'and all..'

with a tap of your shoulders.

'that..'

A turn of your head.

'jazz~'

And a small peck of your lips as the red haired demon licked his lips slightly, softening his urges just for your taste. pulling you close to him as much as possible, like a pouncing tiger. his hands travelling through your back, gently caressing your porcelain skin. his grin widened, watching your eyes turn to the colorful stage, his hands wrapped around your waist, placing soft kisses onto your shoulders.

'slick you're hair and wear your buckle shoes

and all that jazz

i hear that father dip is gonna blow the blues

and all that jazz'

The tension onto you both was blazing, but your ears were perked to the melody, biting your lip at the dream. the dream of fame, you grinned at the mischief of being upfront, breakin, seducing, healing the blues of those little sobering men, their eyes trying to capture you.

'hold on hun, we're gonna bunny hug

i bought some aspirin down at united drug

incase we shake a part and want a brand new start

to do.. that’

The lights flashed inevitable, your eyes fleeing from reality onto the moment, your own stage to tame, and own attention to claim while you grab some and win some where old chums throw, wallop while couples getting frisky with every corner just from your voice. You hear alastor voice call out to you, snapping your awes back to reality turning your head back to him. "my dear, why don't we go out for a moment, it's getting too crowded. no?" reddened retinas glowed, that ones glaring at you with such rigor. you can help but nod along instead.

'Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz'

Alastor pulled your hands through the crowd of demons, securing your waist on his hand, the music slowly fainting away from your hearing, down to the entrance and onto the busy street, the two if you laughed and drank like never before, the night was certainly at its youth more than ever. his grin widening at a thought rushing in his mind. his fingers intertwined in your locks.

'Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I betcha Lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that jazz'

the bustling city was no matter, his hand grab yours, handling your wobbling body and your fazed mind, guiding you back. to the hotel he's staying in. his grin widened more, hearing your mindless giggles. unaware, you followed him. not like you had places to be that night anyway.

'Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break

And all that jazz'

The two of you entered the hotel, your hands draped onto the crook of his shoulders, clinging onto him while he stood straight with composure, the troop glaring at your sunken figure wrapped around alastor. he winced at them enthusiastically, reminding them not to bother him with his current business. "don't not worry, I'm just helping out my dear friend here-good luck chums!” he greeted delightedly, guiding your influenced frame through the corridors. your voices of giggles echoing through the empty hall as you run around drunkenly.

'Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's bloodied girdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer'

He pulled your waist delicately, crashing his lips onto yours, his skin lingered onto your coat, slipping it down your arms, indulging the smell of booze through you breath. kissing your lips ever so passionately. suddenly hitting a door. opening was angel dust, staring at the two of you. "h-hello.. i-i.. umm, good evening.." you giggled under your breath. "this, my feminine fellow, dear. ks Angel Dust" you looked up st the grinning angel. out if words at the sight, entangled with the thoughts of confusion and pride for alastor. "im.. (...).. his cousin" while you chuckled, alastor pulled you away from the crime scene, leaving angel hanging with surprise. watching you two walk away, as he closes his door.

'Come on, babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz'

with a click of a lock, he carried you inside his quarters, setting aside staff, laying you in bed with a slightly aggressive action. he grinned widely, ravaging your lips once again, shoving your coat aside, rolling your stockings down, doing the same for his coat, frantically unbuttoning and shoving.

'Start the car

I know a whoopie spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz'

He hungrily set aside the pair of your lacy tighty whiteys. his mouth swallowing your slit, happily lost in between your walls, flashing statics as he tasted your juices, flicking your bud with such attention. making you moan, grazing the sheets, raking the bed frame. his tongue slurped, encircling your precious aspect, munching on your presented treat. sweet nectar overflowing with each thrust of his tongue.

'No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

His heading lifting from his head, huffing like a predator. his sharp teeth licked from your juices. "sit on my face, my dear" without hesitation, you obliged to his request. your plumpness setting down onto his mouth like a throne. his fingers gripping onto your thighs while you smoothly grinded. moaning and panting at his mercy, his tongue fucking deep in your flesh.

'And all..'

You groaned loudly with the buck of your hips, his face pleasurably suffocating on your divinity. pulling you more, locking you down at each lick and slurp.

'that..'

With another buck you were close to climax, frantically chanting his name, his hands clutched onto yours while he devoured his meal, sucking your clit, his tongue buried inside, suckling in delight, his statics only grew more noisy and many.

'jazz..'

With one final thrust, you reach climax, letting out a loud moan, your back arching with pleasure, the surrounding filled with symbols, static haze corrupting, while sipping your juices, delight within his lips, you crashed down beside him, breathing heavily, finally turning the error of reality to normal once again., as you run your fingers through your hair. "thank you for the meal, my dear.."

'That jazz'

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Vintage Poster - L'Aouila Solitaria (The Spirit Of St. Louis) (Italian)

Art by Luigi Martinati

Warner Brothers (1957)

From ha.com...

One of the best artists who ever worked in movie posters, Luigi Martinati created this impressive portrait of a concerned James Stewart as the legendary pilot Charles Lindbergh. "Lucky Lindy" would become world famous for his 1927 solo crossing of the Atlantic Ocean between New York and Paris and this film depicts the event. The director, Billy Wilder, cast Stewart in the role that was perfect for him as Stewart himself was a pilot in WWII. With its colorful image, there's no doubt that this poster by Luigi Martinati is vastly superior to the film's American posters.

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[citizenscreen]

Natalie Wood and James Stewart at the premiere of THE SPIRIT OF ST. LOUIS in 1957 where she gave him the sheet music to “Lucky Lindy” #DailyStewart

[kamrinortiznumberonefan]

Club Deluxe in San Francisco, CA. May it rest in peace.

[writingonleaves]

things you never said (things you'll never say to me) - nico hischier

pairing: nico hischier x original female character

warnings: swearing, sadness, angst, not my traditional fluff folks, very little dialogue, kinda a ramble disguised into a piece lol, google translated german, projection?? is that a valid warning

inspired by + title: "things i wish you said" by sabrina carpenter

word count: 2.8k

author's note: got into my feels randomly for this (incredible) song and decided to write something with it. also a part of @wyattjohnston 's lowkey loverfest 2k24!! hope you all enjoy this melancholy ride and please let me know what you think <3

*****

Nico Hischier has always been a leader. 

You ask anyone in Naters or Bern who knew him growing up and they would say the same thing — he’s a polite, young boy with so much talent and a sensible mind. He may be the youngest of three, but everyone’s always turned to Nico for guidance. With a calming voice paired with a warm smile, it’s rare for Nico to steer anyone wrong. 

And he sees it in himself too. Even when he was a rookie, when the C stitched into his jersey was only a blurred dream, he still felt like he had to lead by example. No one was expecting that of him, he knows that now, but he was a first overall pick, the weight of a losing team’s hopes on his shoulders. If he crumbled, those supporters’ hopes fell with him. His own hope would fall with him. 

It took a few years, a pandemic, another first overall pick, a shit ton of roster changes, a new coach and other things to walk into a locker room that wasn’t used to losing. And Nico prides himself as being a leader in that transition. C on his jersey or not, he would’ve done it. Because he doesn’t know how not to.

Leanna always said he didn’t know how to turn it off. 

When Nico had first met Leanna Spritz, it honestly was one of the worst first impressions he’s ever given. It was the morning after a brutal 6-1 loss against the fucking Flyers. The final score itself was bad, but the fact that it was against the Flyers rubbed more salt into the wound. He knew Lindy was gonna bag skate them all to hell and back the morning after and he just really wanted his cappuccino before to take away some of the bitterness. 

All up in his head, he had crashed literally into Leanna. Before they both could comprehend, her cold brew had spilled. Somehow, Nico got away with an unnoticeable splash on his hoodie and no spillage from his own drink. But Leanna wasn’t so lucky. Her brown sweater wasn’t dark enough to hide the fact that half of her cold brew was on it while the other spilled to the ground. 

“Fuck,” Nico had exclaimed, eyes widening and darting between her now coffee stained sweater, the empty cup on the ground and her red hair that only glistened with the sun rays. “Shit! I am so sorry. That’s totally my fault.”

Leanna had waved him away with a small chuckle as she dug into her purse for stray napkins. Far too nice for someone who now had coffee all over them because of him. “It’s okay. Mistakes happen.”

Nico looked at his watch and grimaced. Shit. He was going to be late to practice. And that would be even worse than usual with their horrible performance the night before. “Listen. I really want to buy you a coffee to make up for my clumsiness, but I’m gonna be late to work and-”

Leanna had nodded in understanding, lips quirked up. “Don’t worry about it. Promise. Go. Don’t be late for work.”

He had been so frazzled that all he remembered doing was blurting out another apology before practically running away, partially from embarrassment but also because he really did have to go. 

A week later, Nico went back to the coffee shop. In the back of his mind was the redhead who he still owed a coffee to. But Nico’s also realistic and he knew he’d probably never see her again. 

While he was patiently waiting in the long line, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He braced himself to interact with a fan, but turned around and was pleasantly surprised by who he did see. 

“I thought that was you,” she had said, pink beanie over her hair and a twinkle in her eye. “Not going to spill coffee again on me, are you? I’m wearing white today.”

Nico swallowed before his brain turned back on and he grinned. “Good eye. And no. I promise I’ll be less clumsy today. And I’m less in a rush.” They were next in line to order and he ordered first before turning to her. She had tried to deny him but he just raised an eyebrow until she gave the barista her order. 

“I’m really sorry again,” Nico said as they had shuffled out of line to wait for their drinks. “I hope the sweater didn’t stain.”

Leanna waved him off with her bright smile. “That sweater has been through too much for some coffee to ruin it. You don’t need to worry, Captain.”

Nico had been shocked that she knew who he was, which, in hindsight, is dumb. He’s not Jack, but he gets recognized a good amount around New Jersey still.

He cleared his throat. “Nico is fine.”

She smiled. “Okay, Nico. Well, I’m Leanna. Thank you for paying for my coffee. You didn’t have to, by the way, especially to clear your conscience.”

“That’s not why-well, it is. But I also, uh, are you in a rush?”

Nico remembers that day so well still, his English failing him despite living in North America for over five years as he basically asked Leanna on their first date right there and then. He remembers being thankful that she took some pity on him with her sweet smile and led them to a table. He probably would’ve stood there stuttering like a fool if she didn’t cut in.

“Nico?”

Nico blinks himself out of his memories as Jack walks into his living room. Sometimes he questions if he should’ve given Jack a key. 

“Hey. What’s up?”

“We have skate,” Jack gives him a look. “Dude, take a shower. Quickly. Or we’ll be late.”

“Right,” Nico says, stumbling over to the shower. As the water’s warming up, his eyes stop at a purple bottle tucked in the corner of the sink. Hair oil. Leanna always joked that she couldn’t live without it. His hands twitch to reach for the bottle just so he can smell the grapefruit scent, but he forces himself into the shower instead. 

He can hear Nina’s voice so clearly. Throw it away, she’d say in their mother-tongue that realistically Nico will never not be fluent in but sometimes is scared will slip away. Nina liked Leanna a lot, actually, the one time they met when she came to Jersey to visit last year. But Nina is also Nico’s sister, and cursed her name many times when Nico called her crying, waking her up in the middle of the night. She had stayed on the phone with him for three hours, letting him cry.

He forces himself to take a shower. To wake up a bit and shift his focus to the upcoming skate and game tonight. They’re playing the Rangers, which is just always a grind. He needs to be all in.

Nico keeps to himself while getting ready for practice, putting on his gear quietly while his teammates chatter about something or another around him. He speaks quickly to the equipment team about his skates and smiles in thanks. He catches a whiff of the perfume of their head of PR as she walks past in the hallway, and Nico swallows. 

Realistically, he knows it’s not the same one. But it’s floral and smells like jasmine, so it might as well be. 

As he’s driving home, he has the radio down low. He was never the one to fuss about putting his music on in the car. Because the world just works like that, a song that he doesn’t know the title to comes on. He hums along, because Leanna always played this song.

Instinctively, his fingers twitch to reach out to someone who won’t ever be in his passenger seat ever again. He can hear her voice, her thigh under his palm. It’s not safe to drive with one hand, she’d say with an amused laugh interlaced in her voice. He would always roll his eyes before giving her thigh a squeeze and keeping his hand there for the majority of their journey. 

He remembers that sentence bringing him comfort when they were driving to her sister’s house in upstate New York. He was scared shitless to meet her whole family for the first time to celebrate her cousin’s birthday. It was below freezing point outside, but his hands were so clammy that one would’ve thought it was summer. 

Leanna had put her hand in his hair at the nape of his neck. He had immediately calmed down. 

He swears if he focuses hard enough he can still smell the green tea shampoo Leanna used. It was always interesting to him, because the first thing he would think of when he saw her flaming red hair wasn’t green tea. It deserved something more bold attached to it. Like orange. Or vanilla. Or coconut.

Because Leanna was exactly that. Bold. Bright. Crashing into the lives of everyone in her path with her bright smile, loud laughter and a personality that sucked you in. 

Nico stops at a red light and absentmindedly looks to the right. His breath catches at the sight of a woman walking a beagle. Leanna always said that once she was more settled down, a beagle was the kind of dog she wanted to get, just like the dog she had by her side throughout her whole childhood. 

At one point, Nico had thought she meant settling down in Jersey. Never did she give the indication while they were together that she had meant London. 

He couldn’t force himself to unfollow Leanna on Instagram after the break-up. He catches himself way too often seeing if she still follows him. She does. And she even likes his posts most of the time. He checks.

Nico shouldn’t be surprised. Even though she cried so much when they broke up and he couldn’t handle it, through tears, she wished him nothing but the best. Even as she was actively breaking his heart.

As he pulls into the parking garage for his apartment complex, he kills the engine and just sits there. He should be focusing on the game tonight. Focusing on how they need to stop taking stupid penalties. Focusing on their positioning in the offensive zone. 

You think too much, honey. Leanna would say, kissing his forehead twice, something she started doing to calm him down. You just need to play hockey. Least that’s what you always tell me. Everything else will follow. 

And he would never admit it out loud — especially to Jonas — but he still repeats those words in his head. He’s not sure if it works, but it’s like a mantra. A routine. And hockey players know more than anyone how important routines are and how difficult they are to change. 

It’s been two months and three days. It’s annoying that Nico can still hear her voice in his head, clear as day. He hopes one day he’lll never be able to remember. But he also dreads the day that he’ll forget what she sounds like. 

He walks up into his apartment and pours out a glass of water, downing it in one go. The sun’s out for the first time in two weeks, and a small smile spills on his lips as he admires the sunlight through his glass windows. His eyes shift to a spot on one of the tables by the window on the right, where it seems like something is shining. His curiosity takes over and he walks over, a reminder popping into his brain that he needs to dust his apartment. Why does dust accumulate so quickly anyways? 

His stomach drops. One of her combs placed nonchalantly behind one of his plants. The shine is coming from the light hitting the red hair caught between the bristles. 

What the fuck?

Nico closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before hastily grabbing the comb and tossing it into the trash. She never officially moved in with him, but she was around the apartment enough to leave some things lying around here and there. He thought he had thrown everything out. Or more accurately, he trusted Jesper, Timo and Jack to do it for him during a particularly bad Saturday afternoon two weeks after everything fell to shit. 

He checks the time and sighs. He needs to nap or else everything will be thrown off. Checking his phone to make sure no one needs him, he plugs it in to charge by his bedside, ignoring a text from Nina he’ll answer when he wakes up.

It’s a text she sends a few times a week when she senses that her younger brother’s having a harder day. From almost 4,000 miles, she still knows. Nico’s always loved his sister, but he’s never felt more grateful to have her as he has in these last few months. 

eins zu zehn?? ❤️

One to ten, it translates to. On a scale of one to ten, how shitty or good are you feeling about it today? 

Nico sighs, responds back with a 6, and wills his mind to rest. 

Somehow, he wakes up decently well rested to his alarm. He stays in bed a few extra minutes, getting his mindset ready for gametime. He chooses to wear the gray three piece suit tonight. One of his more fancier fits. It is the Rangers, after all. 

It was Leanna’s favorite suit of his. She always joked he “ruined the look” when he slapped on his beloved white beanie. I love your hair. I wish you’d show it off more, she’d say.

He digs out the beanie from his clean laundry. 

He always leaves an hour or so to himself before he has to go to the rink. He usually spends it tidying up or doing things around his place to clear his head so he can come back after the game and just crash. 

Today, he replays the breakup in his mind. Or what he remembers of it, since he blocked a lot of it out. 

When you picture your future, do you see me in it at all? He had choked out, holding Leanna’s hands in his for what was the last time. 

It hadn’t helped that she had also been crying as she said her next words. Neeks, baby. It’s not you, it’s me. And I hate that I’m pulling that out, but it’s true. Maybe this isn’t the right time for us. 

Why can’t it be? Nico had said. Why can’t we make it work?

Maybe in the future, if things are different. She had said, biting her trembling lip. But even then, Nico knew they were empty promises. She’s too stubborn of a person to not bend the world her way. She just doesn’t want Nico to be a part of that world.

It’s not fair, he knows that realistically, but oftentimes he wonders if she ever loved him at all. That thought especially rode his mind after he saw her post a story on Instagram earlier last week. It was clearly a soft launch, with her hand in the hand of some faceless guy over dinner. Nico ended up scoring two goals that night out of sheer adrenaline and anger. 

Because all he’s ever wanted was for Leanna Spritz to be happy. Even now. Even after all of this. Even if it’s not with him. 

But fuck, she’s clearly moving on. Why can’t he?

He blinks, collapsing on his couch in the living room and staring at the wall. The last time he heard from her was a month ago, when he had gone down after a rough hit during a game against Minnesota. He ended up only being out for the next two games, but the hit hadn’t been pretty. His chest had taken the brunt of the damage. Everyone, including him, had been relieved that it wasn't more serious.

While he was getting checked out by the trainers the next morning, his phone had buzzed and he almost threw up. 

Leanna Spritz✨

I saw the hit last night. Hope you’re okay. Listen to the trainers. 

Nico was angry. What right did she have to text him that? 

But then, he just felt sad. That bottomless pit in his stomach opened up. He felt nothing but emptiness. 

His phone buzzes, this time with a text from Timo, and Nico takes a deep breath. It’s game time. No more crying over his ex-girlfriend. 

As he’s sliding on his beanie in the bathroom, he catches sight of the hair oil again. He picks it up, smells it, before throwing it in the trash. It lands on the bottom of the can with a final thud. He clicks all the lights off, makes sure he has everything he needs, grabs his key off the hook and shuts the door. 

Two hours later, everyone’s getting hyped up. He gives a mini impromptu speech, Jack slaps his back way too hard and Nico smiles, dimples and all.

He takes a deep breath before his blades touch the ice.

[aardvaark]

the librarians "and the silver screen" (s4e4) watch through:

film noir, always reminds me of leverage nowadays, but probably should remind me of reading the big sleep & other hardboiled detective stuff

wait actually!! we just did an episode featuring the younger three characters, in which the older two (who are a couple) are only very briefly present. now we seem to be having an episode where the couple are centred & are having a film noir-themed adventure while the three younger characters are less of a focus. it's the rundown job & the frame-up job!

damn eve looks very good in this

its lucky she remembers this word-for-word considering no one can communicate with them. most people would be stuck for good

whenever i see any handwritten notes i automatically examine the character's (and/or actor's) handwriting lol. (just got to see cassandra's - probably not lindy booth's as we didn't see her writing it).

LMAO they're stuck in an entirely different film (worrying!) but cassandra is once again the only one with a braincell and she's saving the guys by herself

we're getting a song. from jacob. cassandra is having so much fun being in a movie while ezekiel looks so pissed lol

i love baird actually acting like she's in the movie. particularly when none of the movie's characters are around, so she really doesn't have to and she's not even playing off anyone else. she's just having fun!!

lmao the fade out on flynn & baird in bed

ohh shit how're they gonna get out? it just resets! that'd be terrifying.

LMAO baird answered the phone in-character as kitty and jenkins is like "...colonel?"

flynn's now 100% taking on the genre, love it

aww lovely ending to the magic plotline & cute ending to the fleve date. very nice episode <3

[toasttt11]

nhl

April 11, 2023

Luke and Sebastian sat at the their new stalls in the devils locker room, lucky for them they were right next to each other.

They were taping their new sticks for their first game, the two didn’t even realize how connected they are but Nico who was looking at his new rookies and noticed how they taped their sticks together and didn’t even need to look or say something for the other to past something, Nico has known the two for a while now because of Jack and he’s always been sure that their connection runs deeper than anyone’s truly knows.

Sebastian stood up with Luke and grabbed his stick and gloves getting ready for them to do their rookie lap, something that Jack made sure they both get to do.

“Ready.” Luke mumbled to his boyfriend as they started walking out.

“Mhm.” Sebastian nodded back and they heard the team calling them so Sebastian pushed Luke forward and nudged the back of his head letting Luke go onto the ice first.

Luke turned around and gave Sebastian a playful glare but only got a smirk in response, Luke pushed through the team and got onto the ice.

Jack and Sebastian both stepped around the team to be able to see Luke skate on the ice for the first time.

“Your turn buddy.” Jack nudged Sebastian, Jack has always thought of Sebastian as his younger brother and there has been many times where he’s said he has two younger brothers. Jack knew that Sebastian wasn’t close with his family so he always made sure to let him know he’s part of the Hughes family.

Sebastian nodded letting Jack nudge him towards the ice, he skated onto the ice knocking a few more pucks onto the ice and shooting them at the goal before he quickly got back to the bench not wanting to do anymore.

Jack had a large proud smile as he watched both his younger brothers start their NHL career.

Sebastian and Luke obviously weren’t on the starting line as this was only their first game, they sat on the bench watching the ice intently. Lindy knew that the two are better together and while usually you don’t want two rookies playing together he has a feeling that it would be smart idea for them to be on the line together.

Sebastian and Luke looked at each other and shared a head bump before they were jumping onto the ice and having their first ever shift in an NHL game.

Sebastian and Luke shared many bright grins thought out the night as they were living their dream and being together while doing it

The third period, Luke passed the puck over to Sebastian, who shot it from the blue line and making the puck hit the back of the net.

Sebastian only did a small celly as he just got his first NHL goal in his first NHL game, he barely had any time after his goal before he was tackled by Luke into a hug.

“Wooohoo!!” Luke proudly cheered as he gave his boyfriend a tight hug. Sebastian let out a laugh wrapping his arm around Luke’s waist.

Jack, Jesper and Nico were all out on the ice with them and quickly skater over to Sebastian.

Jack hugged Sebastian and had a bright proud smile on his face.

Nico hugged Sebastian from behind and gave him multiple head pats and a proud smile. Jesper knocked his helmet to Sebastian’s giving him a smile.

[bitchinbarzal]

47 with jack hughes

"Do you want me to stay?"

-

Jack hadn’t been on the ice for more than a couple minutes before Nate came out with his phone in hand.

“Yo, Jizzy your phones been going mad”

He skated to the bench and took it, not recognizing the number but answering anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hi there, I’m looking to speak to a- Mr Jack Hughes”

“This is he”

“Great, I’m calling you as you are listed as one of Y/N Y/L/N emergency contacts, could you please come down to the hospital?”

Jack was throwing his stick on the benches and making his way down to the locker room “Yeah, yes of course What has happened?!”

“Unfortunately, I cannot disclose that over the phone”

He didn’t tell anyone he was leaving, opting to just change his shoes and exiting the building to his car.

When he got to the hospital he rushed to the desk clerk, giving her your name and date of birth asking where you were.

“Calm down Mr Hughes, Miss Y/L/N is in room eighty-six so if you go down this hall here, turn right and then up the stairs it should be the second door on your left. The nurse there should be able to tell you more”

He nodded, headed straight for your room. Knocking on the door it was opened by a nurse “You must be the boyfriend!”

“Um yeah, is she-“

“Y/N is stable, she should wake up in a couple of hours. If you’d like to take a seat with her I’ll come in with her charts and explain the situation”

He nodded, slipping past her to the seat beside your bed. He reached out and grabbed your hand in his, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles.

Jack pulled out his phone for the first time since leaving the rink. A good few calls from the boys, Lindy and front office.

He took the time to call Nico and told him what had happened, asking him to talk to management. Nico obliged and send the teams well wishes for you.

Before Jack could call his mom the nurse from before came back in.

“Hello, okay so I’m just going to run over this with you! It’s all pretty straight forward, however I will say she is one very very lucky girl. Y/N came in today after being T-Boned in an intersection and the damage was minimal-“

The nurse went about discussing what happened, the treatment and after care.

Jack called his mom and yours to let them know what happened. Both of them were adamant on getting on flights to Jersey as soon as possible.

Jack declined both, claiming to not want to overwhelm you.

It was close to midnight when you woke, your hand squeezing Jack’s tighter which caught his attention.

He squinted a little before smiling “Hey baby, you’re up”

“What- what happened? Why am I in the hospital?”

“You were in a car accident love, they said you were really lucky” he mumbled, reaching over your head to press the call button while pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You gasped quickly “What?!” He asked, looking over you for any wounds.

“The car! Jack, the car” You cried “it’s been destroyed! I’m so sorry I’ll-“

“No, no I don’t care about that car babe! I care about your safety. The car can be replaced, you cannot”

Your moment was disrupted by the nurse opening the door, a smile on her face “Nice to see you up and about!”

After additional tests were done you were advised to get some sleep.

“Do you want me to stay?” Jack asked, eyeing his coat on the chair incase you said no.

You nodded meekly “I don’t want you to go”

“Well i’m sleeping here then aren’t I?”

You smiled, shimmying down the bed to get more comfortable.

In the dark a few moments later Jack said “I’m so glad you’re okay, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

[swiftiesbuddie]

okay, but when everyone finds out that lindy killed ricky, will they all hate her or will they just be like “oh, he’s in the sky now, he’s so lucky”?