#Patrick Martens

[ilovetheater-nl]

Op een wonderlijke reis in ‘Een nacht in de Efteling.’

Recensie: Marielle Hoexem Foto’s: Robin Swiers Op zondag 22 december ging in Schouwburg Concertzaal Tilburg ‘Een nacht in de Efteling’ in première. In deze samenwerking tussen Pretpakhuis en de Efteling raken Sophie en Julia verzeild in een zoektocht tussen fantasie en werkelijkheid. Ze komen terecht in de wondere wereld van de Efteling waarin alles verstoord is geraakt. Fakir heeft hoogtevrees,…

[teraandnina]

[elenadoeslife]

I'm watching a Dutch rom com with my dad. (help)

[jdrespling]

Interview with Patrick Kennison and Marten Andersson of Lita Ford

Empire Extreme got to sit down with Guitarist Patrick Kennison and Bassist Marten Andersson of Lita Ford about playing the M3 festival, playing with Lita Fire and past/present projects. Check it out:

[eerieeccentrix]

[mutant-distraction]

Pine marten adult and child

Patrick van Bakkum photographer

[dramaticallycryingblood]

Outing myself as an eternal bartylus shipper.

I read a lot of different ships but I’m always grasping at bartylus crumbs, I’m legit more excited when they make eye contact than when the main pairing (usually jegulus) who has been slowburning for the past 20 chapters finally kiss. I’m just genuinely obsessed with them. I love all the other ships but bartylus just hits different.

It’s like jegulus is folklore and bartylus is reputation. I looooove folklore, it’s so pretty and poetic and tragic, but reputation has me giggling and kicking my feet, it gets me hyped up, it makes me feel badass, it makes me want to dance, I literally started loving Taylor Swift BECAUSE of reputation so at the end of the day I’ll always come back to reputation.

Jegulus is reading and bartylus is listening to music. I adore reading, every time someone asks me what I do for fun I tell them I read, but let’s all be honest I would not survive a single day without music.

Jegulus are my converse shoes and bartylus are my doc martens. I wear my converse almost every day, but I’m sooooo happy every time I wear my docs.

They’re so spideypool coded.

They’re so Batman x Joker coded.

They’re so lover x reputation coded.

They’re so Billy x Stu (from Scream) coded.

They’re so Kat x Patrick (from 10 Things I Hate About You) coded.

They’re so Violet x Finch (from All the Bright Places) coded.

They’re so Lazlo x Nadja (from What We Do in The Shadows) coded.

They’re so black cat x orange cat coded.

They’re so Florence + The Machines coded.

They’re so FOR YOUR LOVE by Måneskin coded.

They’re so Fast Car by Tracy Chapman coded.

I’ve been shipping them since before jegulus was ever anything more than a crack ship, before we started liking Evan so before Rosekiller was even a thing, and I’m not even remotely close to moving on. They live in my bones, in my veins, in my arteries, in my lungs, in my heart, in my brain, in my whole nervous system. They carved themselves in my skin and they run around in my head rent free. And I love every single version of them. Like give it to me toxic, sweet, angsty, desperate, tragically canon, unrequited, in a polycule, in a qpr, just give it to me in any way you want and I will eat. it. up. every. single. time.

[unluckyhorseshoecrab]

Deserved its own post. Patrick Stump Doc Martens incident thousands injured

[holystormfire]

John 6:1-15

The Feeding of the Five Thousand

Feeding of the Five Thousand (July),

Painting by Marten van Valckenborch (1535–1612),

Painted circa 1580,

Oil on canvas

© Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Gospel Reading

Jesus went off to the other side of the Sea of Galilee – or of Tiberias – and a large crowd followed him, impressed by the signs he gave by curing the sick. Jesus climbed the hillside, and sat down there with his disciples. It was shortly before the Jewish feast of Passover.

Looking up, Jesus saw the crowds approaching and said to Philip, ‘Where can we buy some bread for these people to eat?’ He only said this to test Philip; he himself knew exactly what he was going to do. Philip answered, ‘Two hundred denarii would only buy enough to give them a small piece each.’ One of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, said, ‘There is a small boy here with five barley loaves and two fish; but what is that between so many?’ Jesus said to them, ‘Make the people sit down.’ There was plenty of grass there, and as many as five thousand men sat down. Then Jesus took the loaves, gave thanks, and gave them out to all who were sitting ready; he then did the same with the fish, giving out as much as was wanted. When they had eaten enough he said to the disciples, ‘Pick up the pieces left over, so that nothing gets wasted.’ So they picked them up, and filled twelve hampers with scraps left over from the meal of five barley loaves. The people, seeing this sign that he had given, said, ‘This really is the prophet who is to come into the world.’ Jesus, who could see they were about to come and take him by force and make him king, escaped back to the hills by himself.

Reflection on the painting

Today's miracle is one of the best known Gospel stories that we all love. But note how this miracle of multiplication is not the first time this occurred in the Bible. Jesus Christ was not the first to multiply barley loaves to feed a crowd. In 2 Kings 4, the prophet Elisha faced a similar situation. During a famine, a man brought barley loaves to Elisha to feed 100 people, likely his students. The man doubted that the loaves would be enough, but Elisha told him to distribute the bread anyway. Miraculously, the bread multiplied, and everyone had enough to eat with leftovers remaining. There were fewer people there, but nevertheless a miraculous multiplication took place.

The other thing to note, is how public this miracle is. Some of Jesus’ miracles were private, like for example when he would heal someone away from the crowds. Plenty of examples we know. Others were semi-private, such as turning water into wine, or witnessed only by His disciples, like walking on water. However, the miracle of feeding the 5,000 was the most publicly witnessed of all His miracles. This is because this miracle prefigures the Eucharist. Unlike the Synoptic Gospels, John doesn’t include a direct account of the Last Supper’s institution of the Eucharist. Instead, through the feeding miracle and the subsequent Bread of Life discourse, John emphasises Jesus offering Himself as spiritual sustenance, foreshadowing the Eucharist.

At the heart of our Flemish painting, we see Jesus, blessing the loaves and fishes. His presence is the focal point, drawing the viewer’s eye to the central miracle. To the left of Jesus we see the disciples, actively distributing the multiplied food to the crowd. Their dynamic poses and expressions reflect the astonishment and joy of the miracle. The crowd, composed of men, women, and children, showcases a variety of expressions. Some are reaching out for food, while others are already eating or watching the event unfold. The serene landscape to the right showcases people harvesting. We are all asked through our participation in the eucharist to work in God's fields, forever abundant in fruits.

by Father Patrick van der Vorst

[my-own-walker]

OMG I love your work so much!!🤩😘

Could u maybe do JPM but where the reader is like stoned as fuck one day and he comes into their room and she's facetiming her cousin and their just laughing so much that they can't breath and just like crying because of it

If you feel comfortable enough to do it🤪😊😊

Oh! Sweet Nothin’

note: oh absolutely fuck yes anon!! thank u. i love this crazy mf. i’m not very good at happy stories but let’s give this a try ...

warnings: drug use, mentions of death and being dead

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I wasn't dead. At least not yet.

My stay at the Hotel Cortez had begun a year prior. I took a solo trip to the City of Angels to take some time away from my life in San Fransisco. Dead end job. Hated my family. The usual shit.

I had heard really fucked up things about the hotel so of course I decided to stay there. I had an affinity for all things murder and ghouls. The rumors of the place being haunted drew me there like a cartoon character being drawn to the scent of a pie cooling on a windowsill.

Little did I know how true the rumors would be.

It wasn't long before I was being pestered by every Tom, Dick, and Harry that forever resided in the place. I wasn't scared, though. Not in the slightest.

I pestered them back, making jokes about their eternal damnation and subsequent imprisonment behind the building's four walls. My fucked up sense of humor got me far in the Hotel Cortez.

My gall enticed one very unfriendly spirit. One whose name was only spoken in whispers around the place. James Patrick March. Yes, the guy who built the place.

He and I clicked instantly. I don't know what it was about me that made him choose to spare me. But we were instant lovers. In fact, the night we met he was already saying he loved me. Boy, was he weird in the best way.

The guy had a knack for violence. Well actually, a fetish for murder. But again, he didn't scare me.

Maybe that's why he chose to protect me. He moved me into his suite and everything. I became a permanent fixture in his space. In return, he kept me alive so I could continue to roam the living world.

I loved him. More than anything in the world. He was dark. He was terrifying. But he was mine. And he was so loving back.

He really tried his best to understand me. Being a twenty-something-year-old in the 21st century, I knew much about the world that he didn't. James died in the early 1930s. He retained his old-timey accent and style of dress. He was a true gentleman, well, besides the whole killing thing.

I, on the other hand, was a burnout loser from the Bay Area. I dressed in ripped jeans, flowy skirts, and Doc Martens. I had tattoos and a shag haircut. I smoked a shit ton of weed and was addicted to social media. I was far from a lady, let alone one like James' past lovers.

But maybe that's what made us work. I balanced him out. He taught me about the finer things in life, and I gave him a window to the outside world in return.

Only I would fall in love with a dead 120-year-old.

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It was a rainy afternoon in LA, so I returned to the Hotel Cortez. I had been out shopping for rolling papers downtown.

Behind its walls was where I felt most comfortable. James was off doing...whatever a 1930s ghost does when I arrived back at the suite. Needless to say, I immediately dug into my new purchase upon my arrival.

James hated the pen I used to get high. He thought it looked silly.

'If you insist upon smoking, dearest, you should do it like a true sportsman,' he would say..whatever the fuck that meant.

I figured it was cleaner, but then he showed me the box with all of his supplies to roll his own cigarettes, so I obliged. He even gifted me with my own mahogany box for my 'smoking materials,' as he called them.

It had been a while since I rolled anything but I managed to get it done, albeit sloppily, and laid on our shared bed, smoking away lazily as I listened to the rain hit the windows.

My phone buzzed next to me on the pillow.

Incoming FaceTime call from Sasha.

Sasha. They were the only family member I kept in contact with. Sasha was my cousin and the only one that knew the truth about my whereabouts. They would call every so often to check in on me.

Sasha and I were really close as children. So close, in fact, that people would ask me if they were my sibling. They basically were, honestly.

I picked up the phone and hit the answer button.

'Sup bitch,' I answered, blowing smoke out of my nose after I spoke.

'Y/N you are always fucking smoking,' Sasha laughed. 'Do you ever give it a rest?'

'Weed, Sasha, is my best friend,' I replied, taking another drag.

'And not me!?' they scoffed, feigning hurt. "Oh, and we're rolling joints now? I didn't know we were so high class. It must be James' impact.'

'High class? Shut the fuck up,' I chuckled. The lock on the front door to the suite clinked and the door swung open.

'Hello, darling!' James shouted through the space as he closed the door.

'Sasha, he's back. I should go,' I started.

James was very old-fashioned. I tried really hard to not boggle his mind with too many new things at once. He had never met Sasha, let alone seen a FaceTime call. I couldn't imagine turning my phone to him, revealing a person talking in real-time on the screen. Television was trivial enough to him.

'No! It would be so funny. You gotta introduce us,' they pleaded.

'Y/N?' James called, footsteps getting closer to the bedroom.

'Please! Keep me on the phone,' Sasha chuckled. 'I wanna see his brain explode.' I couldn't help but let out a laugh. They were right. James' reaction to new things was always funny.

The door to the bedroom creaked open and James stuck his head in, eyes closed.

'My love, are you decent?' he asked. Sasha let out a giggle on the phone. 'Whatever was that sound?'

'James, it's fine, come in,' I laughed. I stood up and met him by the door, leaving my phone on the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around. He kissed me warmly and set me back down.

'Oh, how I missed you so, dearest,' he sighed.

'I missed you too, James,' I replied, glancing back at my phone.

'And I see you've made use of my gift!' he exclaimed. He inspected my handiwork and tutted his tongue. 'My, we have some work to do. Might I teach you how to roll properly?'

'Of course,' I assured, flopping back onto the bed, picking up my phone, and giving Sasha a look. They covered their mouth with their hand, stifling a laugh. Seconds later I got a text.

Sasha: Bro, he talks so funny I'm crying

I also covered my mouth to stifle a laugh. I was too high for this.

'You and that tiny light box,' James began. 'Whatever can I do to tear your attention away from it?' He removed his suspenders and placed them on the dresser, beginning also to unbutton his shirt.

'Actually, James, I want to show you something,' I giggled.

'It's funny?' he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

'Well, kind of. I want you to meet someone,' I continued. His head whipped around the room, looking for the 'someone' I had just mentioned.

'Where is this person, then?' he asked, panic creeping into his voice. He always got like this. Like I was some sort of magician or something.

'No, no, James, they're on my phone,' I explained. 'Here, I'll just show you.' I turned my screen to face James. Sasha smiled and waved.

'Hi, James!' they called out. He immediately retreated back toward the door like a cornered animal, eyes bewildered.

I couldn’t help but cackle. Sasha let out the laughs they’d been holding in as well.

‘What is this? What is the meaning of this? How are you doing this?’ he asked, rapid-fire. He inched closer to the phone as my cousin and I continued to crack up. In stitches over his cluelessness. He picked up my phone and stared into it. 'Who are you?'

Between laughs Sasha managed to croak out, 'I'm Y/N's cousin. I live in San Fransisco.' James handed the phone back to me and looked at me with confusion on his face.

'James, my cousin Sasha is doing something called FaceTime. It's a new way to call people,' I explained. 'You can talk to people from far away and you can see their faces. Isn't that wonderful?' He nodded, unsure of the whole thing.

'So, that person is actually talking to us right now? From far away?' he asked, trying to clarify things.

'Yeah James, it's just like a phone call!' Sasha continued from the other side of the phone.

I let out a stifled chuckle. He was really trying his best to understand. It was so cool to introduce him to new things, but the way he acted --like the technology was going to hurt him -- was, unfortunately, very humorous to me.

'Oh, James, it's okay, I promise!' I assured him, beckoning him closer with my hand.

He climbed onto the bed and settled in next to me, looking over at the FaceTime call.

'Girl, you are too high for this, I'm sorry,' Sasha cackled.

'No no, it's fine,' I laughed, turning my face to James. 'You gotta learn somehow, right, love?' He nodded.

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Within minutes James had gotten the hang of talking face-to-face with someone through the 'light box.' So much so, in fact, he began to give a cigarette rolling tutorial, performing as if he were on a stage.

I had the camera turned to him in front of me so Sasha could watch him.

'Then, ladies and gents, we take the paper,' he declared in a sing-songy voice, holding up the rolling paper demonstratively.

Sasha and I continued to laugh uproariously as James taught us how to roll 'the gentleman's way.'

By the end of the lesson, Sasha had to go.

'Goodbye! Goodbye, Sasha! I hope to see you again soon!' James called out as he waved to the camera.

'Bye, bitch,' I added before hanging up.

'Wh-what? Do you not like your cousin?' he scoffed, confused.

'Oh, no no,' I giggled, 'that's just how we say goodbye...from where...I'm from...' A lie, but a necessary one. I didn't feel like explaining how saying 'bitch' can also be good.

'Well, I will be sure to say that next time, then! I wouldn't want to be rude,' James decided.

'Oh, my sweet, sweet love,' I sighed, placing a hand on his cheek. 'You are too good.'

'Now, what do you say we try some of this giggle smoke?' he suggested, handing me the joint he rolled. He produced a lighter from his pants pocket and flicked it, holding it out to me.

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[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 7

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Jealousy, Violence, Fluff, Spiciness👀

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Felicia and Miguel figure out what the kiss last night means.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

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Nueva York, Earth-838

Despite the exhaustion that had settled into her bones after the recent escapades, Felicia found herself unable to sleep a wink. The memory of the kiss replayed in her mind repeatedly, each iteration focused on a different detail. She remembered the passion, his moans, how wet she was, and how his desire for her made him lose control of his fangs, feeling them against her skin. As the dark sky began to lighten, Felicia gave up on the notion of sleep.

Careful not to wake the sleeping giant next door, she quietly crawled out of bed. She opened the closet, stocked with clothing by LYLA while her suit was in the shop. A smile played on her lips as she considered the outfits, each one meticulously put together. After a few minutes of contemplation, she settled on the pleated black skirt, a form-fitting black top, and a sleek black coat, paired with some Doc Martens. Standing before the ornate mirror in the penthouse, she scrutinized her reflection, her gaze briefly capturing the telltale bags under her eyes. The signs of fatigue from their recent adventures were etched beneath them, a reminder of their chaotic lives. With a swift, practiced motion, she gathered her hair and styled it up. The updo added a touch of refinement to her appearance, drawing attention away from her weariness.

Satisfied with her quick transformation, she took one last look in the mirror before leaving the penthouse for the cafeteria. Emerging from the elevator, she noticed the sky had brightened a bit, yet the typically bustling halls were still quiet. Felicia ordered her usual latte from the baristas, hoping it would help conceal the obvious exhaustion etched across her face. With her drink in hand, she made her way to the balcony that overlooked the Nueva York sunrise. Kicking her boots onto the table, she leaned back in her chair, savoring the fresh autumn morning breeze.

A voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "This seat taken?"

Felicia turned her head to find Web-Slinger's bandana-clad face looking directly at her. "Oh!" she exclaimed, sitting up and taking her feet off the table. "No, please, join me," she said with a warm smile.

"What you doin' up so early, pretty lady?" Web-Slinger inquired, pulling a seat closer and taking a relaxed seat next to her.

Felicia shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. What about you?"

"Widow's high maintenance. Gotta feed 'em their breakfast," he replied as he settled in. "Where's your mask? Aren't you worried the big boss is gonna lose his shit?"

Felicia grinned to herself as she thought about her night with Miguel. "Nah," she said with a confident smirk. "I think he'd let it slide."

Web-Slinger lowered his bandana, his eyes locked onto Felicia's. "If that's the case, this may be one of the only opportunities I'll have to look into those sparkling eyes of yours." Felicia felt a rush of warmth creep up her cheeks at the compliment.

He then shifted his tone, his expression serious. "I'm sorry I've been avoiding you," Web-Slinger confessed. "The spider-society means a great deal to me, and I was worried that since Miguel isn't your biggest fan..."

Boy, is he wrong. Felicia grinned to herself. 

“-And what we got caught in a pretty compromising position, he was gonna kick me out. You’re an incredible woman, I shouldn’t have cut you off like that. I’m sorry, darlin’.”

Felicia places her hand over Patrick’s, offering him an understanding smile. “I understand. It’s alright.” 

“The world doesn’t deserve you,” Patrick hums as he picks Felicia’s hand up to kiss the back of it. “You know, darlin’, I’d love to finish what we started.” He humed. “Haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you.” He presses a kiss to Felicia’s hand again. “Your lips.” Kiss. “Your breasts.” Kiss “That wet-”

“Mask,” Miguel growls, standing behind the two, causing them to jump. 

Web-Slinger immediately, drops Felicia’s hand, grabbing the bandana around his neck and lifting it to cover his lust-filled eyes. “Apologies, sir.” He nods, unable to make eye contact. 

“Felicia,” Miguel says. “Masks are to be worn at all times in communal spaces.”

“You know where my mask is, Miguel.” Felicia fires back. 

Web-Slinger pushes his chair back to stand. “Uh maybe I should take my lea-“

“Sit down,” Felicia growls, still holding eye contact with Miguel. “Miguel was just about to go file a report from last night’s mission, weren’t you boss.”

Miguel takes a deep breath in through his nose, his eyes still dark, staring down Webslinger with a hidden rage. “Right. Enjoy your morning Night Spider,” he says through gritted teeth. “Just make sure to check in with LYLA about any missions today.” He leaves them, walking away with tightly clenched fists and brooding shoulders. 

“Everything okay between you two?” Web-Slinger asks, watching Miguel storm off. 

Felicia frowns. “Eh,” is all she could come up with. She knew he was jealous but she wasn’t his. If Miguel wanted her, he needed to talk to her like an adult and do something about it instead of throwing fits like a toddler. 

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Miguel was sick of the turbulent emotions that surged within him every time he witnessed Felicia flirting with other Spider-People. After the passionate night they'd shared, he'd come to a profound realization – he needed her, more than he had ever admitted to himself. So, waking up in the morning with the intention of sharing this revelation with her, only to find an empty bed and Web-Slinger attempting to charm Felicia, once again, sent a maelstrom of feelings crashing through Miguel.

His heart ached with jealousy, confusion, and a sense of longing he could barely decipher. As he watched the interaction unfold, it was as if a storm was brewing within him, threatening to consume his composure.

"Spider-Byte!" Miguel's voice boomed, cutting through the lab.

Margo Kess, who had been diligently working on her gadgets, jumped at the sudden interruption. Her wide eyes met Miguel's intense gaze.

"Ah! Yes, Sir?" she stammered, trying to regain her composure.

Miguel's expression was a mix of determination and frustration. "I have a mission," he declared, his voice edged with urgency. "I need you to join me."

Margo hastily began putting away her tools, her curiosity piqued. "Of course, sir! When do we leave?"

Miguel's reply was swift and resolute. "Now," he said, his voice carrying a sense of finality. His mask materialized over his face, and in front of him, a swirling portal opened, ready to whisk them away into the unknown. The mission was a welcome distraction, an opportunity to escape the tumultuous emotions that had gripped him, at least for a while.

New York, Earth-1048

Spider-Byte and Miguel find themselves standing at the entrance of an abandoned warehouse. It really wasn't the best idea to be going on a mission right now with all of the pent-up emotions he had, but it was the only way he knew how to release them. Taking a deep breath, he tries to regain control over his racing mind.

Miguel and Spider-Byte crawl to the roof, to spy through the skylight, “I see about 25 men. I’ll take ‘em while you extract the data from their computers.” Miguel points to the locked door in the back of the warehouse. “Make sure you destroy their tech before we leave, got it?” 

“Yes, Sir.”

With determination in his eyes, Miguel leaps into action. Not caring about the element of surprise, he breaks the glass, jumping down onto the guard below to break his fall. With incredible speed and agility, Miguel makes his way through the series of men. His spider-sense tingling, he effortlessly dodges incoming attacks and bullets from the group of armed thugs. His frustration builds with each punch and kicks he delivers, sending men flying through walls. 

As Spider-Byte navigates their computer she can't help but feel a sense of worry as her boss ruthlessly beats the men in the other room. Trying to ignore the way the building rumbles with each body thrown through the concrete walls, she works as fast as possible, wanting the mission to be over. 

Anger boils over Miguel. He unleashes his fangs and his eyes glow with an intense red hue. The sight is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. With a ferocity unlike anything before, Miguel tears through the thugs, shredding limbs and sending them flying through the air. The force of his blows is almost too much to comprehend. He fights with raw brutality, fueled by his pent-up frustration. 

As the dust settles, Spider-Byte emerges from the room and cautiously approaches Miguel, concern etched on their face. “Woah…” She says, eyes wandering around the bloody room. “Are- are you okay?”

Miguel's fangs retract, and he takes a moment to compose himself before turning to face his partner. “Fine. Just needed to let off some steam.” He quickly clicks on his watch, opening another portal. But his eyes still burned hot red at the idea of possibly walking into Web-Slinger and Felicia again. 

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New York, Earth-838

“Tada!” LYLA cheered as she showed Felicia her upgraded outfit in the lab. “I added a few surprises to your claws.” She said with a wink. 

“Wow.” Felicia inspects the softer, sturdier material of her black and white suit. “I love it!” 

LYLA flickers around Felicia with excitement. “I’m glad. Miguel had me add a ton of surprises to help keep you safe. Your new goggles should be indestructible now.”

Felicia takes the black framed goggles with white lenses on, inspecting herself in the mirror. “How do I look?” 

“Hot!” LYLA replies. 

Felicia giggles as she makes facial expressions, watching the goggles respond with the same expressive emotions. 

"Hey," Margo's voice, tinged with anxiety, interrupted the conversation between LYLA and Felicia, causing them both to turn and look at her. Her demeanor was far from composed as she walked to her station, plugging a hard drive into the computer.

"Hey, Margo-" Felicia greeted her with a concerned tone as she observed the shaken cyberwoman. "Woah, are you okay?" 

Margo hesitated, a storm of emotions lurking beneath her features. "You should be asking the boss man that."

Felicia's brows furrowed with curiosity and worry. "What happened?" She removed her new goggles, placed them with the rest of her suit, and approached the computer where Margo stood.

Margo shrugged, her voice trembling. "He took me on a mission and went insane."

Felicia's eyes widened, struggling to make sense of it. "How so?" she asked, urging Margo to share the details.

Margo continued her voice a mix of disbelief and dread. "He was acting super weird when we started, and then throughout the whole mission, he was just... ruthless. The walls were drenched in blood, his fangs were out, and limbs were everywhere." The memory of the nightmarish scene was vivid in her mind.

LYLA intervened. "Take the day off... Maybe the week... Don't worry about coming back anytime soon. I'll take over here.” She gestured to the hard drive. “If you want, you can see the therapist, Ezekiel Sims."

Margo nodded, grateful for the support. "Yeah... Thanks, LYLA. See you later, Felicia," she said before logging off, her avatar fading away.

Felicia was left bewildered by the revelation. "Did you two get into a fight again?" LYLA inquired, her digital form mirroring the concern etched into Felicia's face. Miguel's uncharacteristic behavior had raised questions and alarm, leaving them all on edge.

“No-” Felicia leaned against the desk as she thought to herself. “He- he’s jealous, probably frustrated.”

"Why?" LYLA questioned, her digital features showing genuine confusion at the situation.

Felicia hesitated, not wanting to reveal the details of the passionate kiss shared with Miguel. "Just... some stuff that happened," she vaguely replied, keeping that particular secret to herself.

LYLA's holographic form became more serious, crossing her arms in a display of concern. "Well, if he's lashing out because of you, you need to talk to him. I get that you two can't stand each other, but he can't be acting like this. He's our leader."

Felicia nodded in reluctant agreement. "You're right," she admitted. "Where is he?"

"His office was accessed 10 minutes ago," LYLA informed her. "You should start there."

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Felicia stepped into Miguel's office, the only sign of life in the room being the steaming cup of coffee on his desk. As she approached it, she called out for him, "Miguel?"

His voice, however, didn't come from where she expected. It echoed from the ceiling, as Miguel continued to inspect some fuses. "So what did Web-slinger want with you?" he asked, seemingly preoccupied with his work.

Felicia jumped in surprise, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. "Fuck! You scared the shit out of me! I wish I'd register you as a threat so my Spider-Sense could go off for you."

Miguel jumped down from the tall ceiling to tower over Felicia. His proximity might have been intimidating to others, but for her, it sparked a different set of emotions altogether. "Ok, I'm sorry," he said, though his tone remained somewhat unyielding. "Answer the question." Miguel's intense gaze locked onto hers, and the electric tension between them crackled like a live wire.

“He was just making friendly conversation, Miguel. Nothing else was going on. Besides what’s it to you it’s not like we're together. Not to mention, you haven't even had the decency to have a real conversation with me since the gala.”

Miguel’s shoulders sag. “I- I just- I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or let it be awkward.” 

Felicia let out a scoff, her voice heavy with a mixture of exasperation and candor. "Miguel, your attempts to make this less awkward are honestly just you throwing gasoline on a bonfire. Let's get one thing straight, Spider. We kissed, and we didn't just dabble in it, there was… a lot of it. Now, I'm not sure if that was a colossal mistake or not, but one thing is clear—you've gotta get your shit together."

Her gaze bore into him, a blend of concern and frustration etched in her eyes. She continued her words cutting through the tension in the room. "You can't go about ripping limbs off of people, turning missions into a living nightmare, and leaving our team traumatized. And don't even get me started on that idiotic 'no-dating' rule of yours."

Felicia and Miguel stood face to face, their eyes locked in an intense, unwavering gaze. The room was charged with a palpable tension as if a tempest of desire and frustration swirled around them. 

Miguel took a hesitant step back, his internal conflict plain on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair in a futile search for the right words, but they eluded him like a mirage slipping through his grasp.

Struggling to express his inner turmoil, Miguel finally spoke, his voice heavy with both longing and restraint. "I know I messed up; I was just lost and didn't know how to handle it. I need to apologize to Margo.” He sighed. “Felicia, there's an undeniable connection between us, but it's tangled, it's messy. We can't give into it." The words hung in the air, like an unspoken promise of restraint amidst a whirlwind of emotion.

Felicia sauntered closer, her gaze intense, and the gap between them slowly vanished. Her voice took on a sultry, teasing quality. "Oh, Miguel," she purred, her words dripping with seduction. "You're fucking desperate for me. It's written all over your face. No matter how many times we try to deny it, the desire is there, it’s undeniable."

"We both know the risks, Felicia," Miguel murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of restraint and longing. "We work together, and if things go wrong, it could ruin everything. I can't let that happen." Felicia remained silent, her gaze fixed on him as she looked up through her dark lashes. Miguel couldn't resist the magnetic pull between them any longer. His hands reached out to gently cup Felicia's cheek, his fingertips grazing her skin as if tracing an enchanting spell. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the world around them blurred into insignificance."You drive me crazy, Felicia," he admitted, the words barely more than a breathy confession of desire.

“What are you gonna do about it then?” Felicia’s words hung in the air. 

Miguel bends down, their lips come together in a passionate, desperate kiss. Their moans mix, unable to contain their desire for each other. Miguel picks Felicia up, letting her wrap her legs around him. After a minute they pull away, breathless, their faces inches apart. 

Miguel's eyes widen, realization dawning upon him, whispering, “No... We can't do this. It's too risky.”

Felicia's voice was a sultry challenge as she met Miguel's gaze. "Fine. If you put me down, I'll walk away right now. We can pretend this never happened and return to the way things used to be." Miguel stood there, a portrait of indecision, torn between his desires and the risks involved. 

Felicia leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, and whispered, "But if you hold me, I'll kiss you again. And that means you'll have to take me out on a real date, breaking your precious little rule."

The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of their choices and unspoken desires looming over them. The space between them crackled with electricity, leaving Miguel on the precipice of a life-altering decision.

With eyes filled with lust, Miguel doesn’t move, watching as Felicia grabs the collar of his suit, slowly pulling his face closer, giving him the chance to back out. Yet, he never does and embraces the fervent kiss. It’s wrong, they know that. They drove each other insane from the very start, but the magnetic pull between them was too strong to resist.

The two lovers broke apart once again, their ragged breaths filling the room, their eyes locked in a battle of desire and restraint. Each kiss was a silent invitation, and they couldn't resist giving in to the irresistible temptation that lay between them. The struggle continued, each kiss becoming a bittersweet reminder of the forbidden passion they shared.

In one of those precious moments of weakness, Miguel gently used his thumb and pointer finger to softly hold Felicia's chin, causing her to slowly look up at him. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a mixture of longing and caution. "We have to take it one step at a time," he urged, his voice a hushed plea. "If we're going to risk everything for this, we have to be careful."

Felicia nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with a mix of adoration and longing. With a sly smile, she reached up, her fingers gliding through his dark curls, giving them a playful tug. She pulled his lips back to hers, and the room was once again filled with the electric charge of their passionate moans and kisses.

Chapter 8

Taglist: @leahnicole1219 @oscarissac2099

[ilovetheater-nl]

CineMusic Experience, een beleving voor iedere film en muziek liefhebber!

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue August 1987

Famke Janssen wears a coat of sable (natural Russian marten). By Karl Lagerfeld Furs. Shoes, Robert Clergerie, Black tights, Perry Ellis for Trimfit.

Famke Janssen porte un manteau de zibeline (martre russe naturelle). Par Karl Lagerfeld Fourrures. Chaussures, Robert Clergerie, Collants noirs, Perry Ellis pour Trimfit.

Photo Patrick Demarchelier vogue archive

[daydreamtofiction]

Playlist #3 // Thou Shalt Not Covet

Listen Here |

1: Providence

GOLDWING - Billie Eilish

My Boy Builds Coffins - Florence + The Machine

2: Temptation

Tongues - Marika Hackman

Rivers In Your Mouth - Ben Howard

3: Faith

Lost Cause - Billie Eilish

Gina’s World - Marika Hackman

Fresh Laundry - Allie X

4: Sacrilege

Mara - Genevieve Stokes

Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees

notre dame - Paris Paloma

5: Sacrifice

Middle of the Bed - Lucy Rose

Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

6 & 7: Credence/Divinity

Why Does it Always Rain on Me? - Travis

soleil soleil - Pomme

Big God - Florence + The Machine

Undone, Undress - Marika Hackman

Churchyard - AURORA

Burn it Down - Daughter

Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

8: Penance

mary magdalene - FKA twigs

9: Sin

Sweat - ALASKALASKA

Family Tree - Ethel Cain

Cherry - Lana Del Rey

10: Baptism

new skin - VERITÉ

Claude's Girl - Marika Hackman

No Kind Words - The Maccabees

11: Communion

Various Storms & Saints - Florence + The Machine

Home - Daughter

Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club

Heaven is Here - Florence + The Machine

12: Mercy

Habits - Genevieve Stokes

Tonight I Feel Like Kafka - Jealous of the Birds

You Keep Me Crawling - AURORA

13: Heaven

Bedroom Hymns - Florence & the Machine

Spiracle - Flower Face

14: Rebirth

Simple As This - Jake Bugg

Time Comes In Roses - Bess Atwell

Corpses - Saint Sister

No Face - Haley Heynderickx

15: Blessed

Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey

Unpunishable - Ethel Cain

You Come Down - Marika Hackman

16: Sanctuary

Did You See the Words - Animal Collective

She's Leaving Home - The Beatles

Sweet Thing - Van Morrison

A Car Crash For Two - Gia Ford

Lilies - Ethel Cain, Mercy Necromancy

17. Hell

Drown - Marika Hackman

Ocean - Alice Phoebe Lou

Panic Attack - Liza Anne

Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

Some things Cosmic - Angel Olsen

18. Ghost

Mice - Billie Marten

It Happened Quiet - AURORA

The End of Love - Florence + The Machine

Interlude: Body

Show You a Body - Haley Heyndrickx

19. Spirit

Nothing Ever Happens - Del Amitri

Seven Names (Errai) - TesseracT

Soft Currents - Alexandra Savior

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

Make Up Your Mind - Florence + The Machine

End Of The Affair - Ben Howard

20. Resurrection

Blackbird - The Beatles

The Fold - Wickerbird

Seed of a Seed - Haley Heyndrickx

St. Jude - Florence + The Machine

Whispers in the Dark - Mumford & Sons

Epilogue

Towers - Bon Iver

Clementine - Megan Washington

Untitled God Song - Haley Heyndrickx

[yellowjacketslesbian]

5 songs + a questionnaire!!!

thank you @majesticdirewolf for tagging me!

5 songs:

(I chose the 5 songs that I've been listening to the most lately)

soft - babygirl

softly - clairo

I can't get my head around you - billie marten

true blue - boygenius

say yes - elliott smith

Questions:

3 Ships: taivan (yellowjackets), jesslupe (aloto), & leighton x alicia (slcg)

First Ever Ship: I can't really remember, it was either rory x paris (gilmore girls), bella x alice (twilight), stalex (wizards of waverly place), kat x patrick (10 things I hate about you), or jori (victorious)

Last Song You Heard: first time by hozier

Favorite Childhood Book: little women by louisa may alcott (jo march should've been a lesbian)

Currently Reading: carmilla by sheridan le fanu (fic research), the locked tomb series (fiction), and gender trouble by judith butler (nonfiction / theory)

Currently Watching: lost girl (I hadn't heard of it until like a month ago)

Currently Craving: chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream

Taglist: @transpidergwen @lavendersnakee @xaymacafemme @thereisnowyou @harundraws

[morethananhour]

loved when patrick wore doc martens for like 2 shows. i have grown quite fond of you patrick in doc martens