#RIP donna summer

[seanastinhopeunquenchable]

In the mid 2000s, Sean Astin recorded the voice of Rover the cat for the animated film “Cat Tale.” The star-studded cast included Stanley Tucci, Billy Idol, Fred Willard, Alan Cumming, David Cross, Jerry O’Connell, Donna Summer, Gilbert Gorrfried, Rip Torn, Jim Cummings, Elisha Cuthbert and Catherine O’Hara. WOW! Unfortunately, the studio went bankrupt, and the film was never completed. A trailer, however, does exist!

[shadowkat2000]

my mom has brunch with kiefer sutherland over the weekend. the circles I exist adjacent to/in are wild my dudes

[bugtransport]

locking house and bones in a closet for seven minutes in hell

[rock-a-noodle]

I fucking miss the Beastie Boys

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

august

a summer in dunbrook, part three

a/n: and to close it all off, let them have a horny camping trip. it's what they deserve.

summary: once you’d reached your spot, set up the tent and the stars were all twinkling in the sky, you and Frank savoured the mild summer evening sitting by the campfire where your fluffy ball of fur had also found a comfortable corner. 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, sequel to lilac, smut, lumberjack AU, camping, roasting marshmallows, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, oral, manhandling, hair pulling, impact play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (because this is just porn. no one is getting pregnant, I’m just craving the intimacy. let them be hoes and live out the fantasy)

word count: 3121

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“All I’m saying is that maybe we wait just one more day before we go home,” Frank said as he slammed the car door shut behind him. 

Readjusting your grip on Enzo’s leash, you blinked up at Frank as he tugged on the big backpack stuffed with supplies. 

“One more day?” you cocked a brow, “you just feel like camping one day more than we planned? Making the trip just that little bit longer so that you–, oh yeah, so that you miss the summer barbeque that you’ve been acting like a toddler about.” 

“I haven’t been–,” he scoffed, though swiftly dropped it with a heavy huff, “look, is it really that bad that I’d rather spend my time with you and Enzo than sit through hours of small talk?” he pleaded as you began to tread away from the parked vehicle, through the wilderness you’d arrived at. 

“No, but I don’t wanna miss it,” you said. Letting out a sigh, you took a step closer to him and caught his wide palm, “look, you don’t have to come along if it’s really that terrible,” your fingers offered his a squeeze to underline your statement, “I love you, I’m not gonna force you.”

Glancing over at you, he caught your eye and offered you the faintest of smiles, “thank you.”

“But,” you stretched out the vowel as if you were blowing a piece of bubble gum, “I’m just saying that you might regret it, you might miss some really fun shenanigans.” 

“Yeah,” he huffed in response, “I bet.”

“Hey, I know he didn’t last year, but I’m crossing my fingers that this year, Otto gets super drunk on Donna’s punch again and starts thinking he’s a drag queen. I know he’s the sheriff, but he can really get put on a good show when the mood strikes and he thinks he’s twenty again.” 

Once you’d reached your spot, set up the tent and the stars were all twinkling in the sky, you and Frank savoured the mild summer evening sitting by the campfire where your fluffy ball of fur had also found a comfortable corner. 

“Oh,” you then suddenly stirred from your trance-like state, ripping your stare away from the flames, “I almost forgot!”

Scrambling off the stout log you’d used to sit on, you ripped open the flap of the tent directly behind you and crawled inside. 

Glancing over his shoulder, half with an amused grin and half checking out your ass, Frank watched as you tore open the backpack and fished out an item. 

Hiding it behind your spine, you didn’t reveal it before you’d returned to your seat. 

“Tada!” you presented your contribution to the camping trip. 

“Marshmallows,” Frank couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. 

“You have to! You simply have to,” you declared as you ripped the plastic open. 

As you let yourself munch on one straight out of the bag, you watched as Frank picked up a few suitable twigs from the forest floor below, fished a swiss army knife out of his pocket and prepped them into the perfect utensils for the job.

The art of roasting marshmallows was something you’d perfected as a child. Getting them just right so that their outer shell got completely caramelised and golden brown, while the entire innards were rendered a sweet gooey mess. 

That fine skill was sadly not something Frank possessed, or perhaps cared about as deeply as you did. It nearly shocked you to horrors to watch him burn the little candy till it looked like a lump of coal, only to eat it without a care in the world as if it hadn’t been utterly ruined. 

So in order to prove to him just how wrong he was in his indifference, just how good they could be when done just right, you roasted him one to the utmost perfection.

“Alright,” you uttered when you retracted the stick from the flames. Carefully pulling it off the widdled twig, you held it out for him, though noted just before he enclosed his mouth around it, “careful, it’s hot.” 

As you studied his expression for traces of your victory, you popped your sticky fingers in your mouth, licking them clean one by one. 

Frank however also seemed to gaze back at you, though the heated stare that traced your innocent digits flew completely over your head as that wasn’t what you so intently were searching for. 

“So?” you impatiently poked in between cleaning the sugar off of your skin, “how is it?”

Swallowing the treat, he then hummed, “yeah, it’s good,” his eyes still glued to you. 

“Just good?” you cocked your head, “not amazing, incredible, your life will never be the same?” you listed off and then finally noticed just how intense his stare was, “what?” your voice seemed to shrink as you dropped the jest, “do I have some on my face?”

“No…” he shook his head lightly as one of your palms shot up to wipe the corner of your mouth. 

“Then what is it? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I just love you, is all,” he breathed, “you’re very cute,” his soft smirk grew wider as he then added, “especially when you don’t realise the dirty things you do.”

A giggle then erupted from your lungs, “what did I do?” and continued to bubble out of you even as he began to lean in, “what?” 

But instead of filling you in, he simply pressed his lips to yours. 

It was soft at first, peppering you with pecks as your laughter slowly faded away. But then when your chuckling had come to a close and no longer vibrated against his lips, he let go of his gentleness and gave in to the desire that was about to burst. 

Slipping his tongue past your lips, a low groan flowed from him and melted against yours as they danced against one another. His broad palm only stayed on your cheek a moment longer before it soared down your frame, his other hand too joining in the exploration of your curves. 

You nearly couldn’t keep track of his touch as it wandered wildly, grabbing at every place that made you all tingly inside. Though, at one point when you thought you might fall off your makeshift seat, you actually did, or rather, Frank’s grasp slid down to your bottom and scooped you closer, so close in fact that you now found yourself half kneeling on the forest floor, between his thick thighs where he remained seated, and arching up to keep your lips still attached.

As one of his hands reconnected with your heated cheek, he withdrew ever so slightly as a groan left his throat, “god, I wanna fuck you…”

The gravel in his tone shot straight down between your legs and made you whimper, “please.”

After he seized your lips once more, the hand on the side of your face slid further up and disappeared into your hair. When his fist soon enclosed around the roots of your locks at the nape of your neck, a purr poured out of you, one he briefly paused the kiss to relish hearing. 

His other palm still grazed over your clothing, petting you so passionately that you expected on bated breath for him to rip your attire off. 

But he didn’t. 

Instead, right when he pinched your nipple through your shirt, his fingers didn’t move to pop open the row of buttons. 

Pulling back from the heated kiss, he maintained your face so close to his that his prominent nose pressed against your cheek. 

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your shirt before his hand floated up to join his other if your hair. 

As you scrambled to do so, hazy with lust, you tried to tilt your chin to capture his lips, but the grip he had on you caused each of your attempts to fail as he denied you another taste. 

Once your button-up tumbled to the ground, he rose to his feet, lifting you with him, before one of his hands briefly let go to gesture to the shorts that hung from your hips, “these as well.”  

It wasn’t till they too fell to the dirt that Frank finally kissed you again, or to be more accurate, nearly devoured you. 

Your fingers tangled in his flannel for purchase as he scooped your body even closer to his. When you felt the palpable tent in his pants press up against your stomach, your right hand had a mind of its own and slid down to graze and teasingly rub him through his clothing. 

“Fuck…” he grunted, swiftly leaning into your touch. 

When his feet began to move, yours blindly began to shuffle as well. Each time you encountered even a tiny twig or something to make you slightly lose your balance, your grip tightened in his shirt and his hold on you swiftly shifted and clutched your waist, just so that in case you actually did stumble, he would be ready to sweep you off your feet. 

The flap to the tent was already open from when you grabbed the marshmallows, so nothing was there to hinder you when Frank pushed you inside. 

As both of you sank down to your knees on the sprawled-out sleeping bags, you began to tear at his clothes, an action that he didn’t protest in the slightest, only brought a hand back up to tangle itself in your locks. With the tent still open to the great outdoors, the crackling light from the campfire streamed in and illuminated both your forms. The warm glow licked across Frank’s skin as you revealed more and more of it. 

When you began to tuck at the last remaining item covering him up, you barely managed to hook a finger in his boxers before Frank’s body moved, laying down and bringing you with him. Chest pressed down against his, he manoeuvred your legs to be at either side of his hips. 

Capturing his lips in a kiss, you both sucked in a slow breath through your noses. As his palms slid up from the curve of your ass and over your waist, the pent-up tempo that had formed outside seemed to relax, your sloppy makeout morphing into soft and yearning pecks. 

His scruff tickled your palms as you clutched his jaw and withdrew just enough for you to catch your breath. Your nose nuzzled gently against his as you then begged in a foggy whisper, “can I please suck your cock?” 

Huffing out a smile, he found your eyes, “you wanna suck my cock?”

“Please.”

“Oh yeah? Well then go right ahead since you want it so badly.”

Mirroring his grin, you leaned in to press your lips to his one last time, “thank you,” before you slowly began to crawl further down. 

Holding his gaze as he propped himself up onto his elbows, you dipped down to plant a few kisses across his stomach before your nose nuzzled against the waistband of his underwear. When you were slotted between his parted legs, resting on your belly with your feet kicked up, his thumbs dipped into his boxers and pulled them off before you had the chance. 

His length sprung free of its binds, throbbing under your gaze and glistening with precum. Your eyes flickered up to meet his as you wrapped your fingers around his girth and a sharp intake of air filled Frank’s lungs. 

You only really had to tilt your head and stick out your tongue in order for it to glide across the bulbous head, as you already were at eye level. Glancing up to catch his gaze, you teasingly tapped the tip of him against your tongue, the corners of your mouth tipping upwards at his reaction. Dipping your head, you planted sloppy pecks down the side of him and when you came back up, you let your saliva dribble down his hardness, your fist swiftly swooping up to lavish its strokes.

When your lips finally enclosed around his girth, a deep rumble vibrated in his burly chest as he watched your slow movements intently, “fuck, I love you…” and his hand came down to stroke the side of your features as you silkily began to bob, “just like that, baby, yes,” drool gradually began to drip down as your lips stretched around his fat girth. When you then momentarily came up for air, Frank tilted his chin and said, “don’t forget the nuts, sweetheart,” and you swiftly bowed down to sloppily make out with his heavy sack, “give them some love as well.”

Then, just as you were about to return your attention to his painfully hard length, he manoeuvred your head for you and only relished in a few seconds of your butterfly-like pace before his hips twisted beneath you and bucked up into your efforts, fucking your little mouth till his cock plunged all the way down your throat. Spit bubbled up at the corners of your lips as his fingers curled around to hold your head in place just a moment longer, letting him fuck your throat till tears began to spew forth. You knew by the sensation that if you’d been lying on your back, the imprint of his cock would have been clear as day in the column of your throat, a familiar bulge that Frank would often let his fingers trace if he caught sight of it. 

Strings of slobber spiderwebbed from your swollen and gasping lips as he finally plucked you off of him. Sitting up more, he brought his face further down and pressed his mouth to yours, smothering the smile that appeared on your features as soon as you got up for air. 

As he impatiently ripped your bra off and you reached down to pull off your panties, they clung to your weepy cunt. Not being able to resist, yourself, you reached down and swept your fingers through your folds, your eyebrows crinkling up at the discovery of just how wet you’d gotten. 

Picking you up, Frank placed you back in his lap before his kisses faded and he layed back down. Raising yourself further up on your knees to hover above him, he grabbed a hold of the base of himself and briefly dragged the tip of him through your petals, flicking your clit before he brought a broad palm to your hip and helped you sink down. 

“Fucking hell…” you flutteringly cursed as you braced a hand on his chest, “oh, F-Frank…”

Your thighs trembled slightly on either side of him as you slowly eased your way down, the stretch of his fat cock proving just staggering as ever. 

As you gently began to roll your hips and find a calm pace that let you feel each and every single detail of him, your eyes fluttered shut as he stretched you out. Repeatedly raising your hips up till just the essence of him remained, you’d then sink back down, each time your slow pace nearly caused your pussy to clench and shrink back entirely so that it felt as if he’d have to split you open all over again. 

But just as you began to lose yourself to the heavenly sensation and let yourself slam back down with more ferocity, Frank’s cock slipped out of your creamy cunt completely. 

A whimper swiftly escaped you as your eyes blinked back open, but the man below you didn’t seem to move a muscle as he just uttered, “put it back in, baby,” which you swiftly reached down to do, moaning loudly as he slipped back into your warmth. His strong fingers dented the curve of your ass as you fulfilled his command, “there you go, good girl,” then swatted his wide palm against your backside to kickstart you back into action. 

Panting as you bounced like a little bunny, your hands crept up to squeeze your tits, pinching the nipples harshly as the melody of your efforts filled the tent. 

“That’s it, ride it,” he growled, offering your ass a few more slaps, “ride that fucking dick.”

Both of his hands then grabbed a hold of your bottom and surely bruised it as he aided your movements, though it didn’t take very long at all for him to take over completely and move your body atop of him, leaving you to just relax into his hold and sink deeper into the breathtaking sensation.

As he bounced you on his cock, he managed to nestle you down even further and grind his dick impossibly deep within you. 

Your head lulled back a bit as he rocked your form. Then, as you felt goosebumps tingle across your flesh and the intoxicating end near, you stopped fighting the urge and let your upper body crumble down against his. 

Fingers curling uselessly against his skin, you almost attempted to bury your face in his chest, right below his right shoulder. 

“Fucking hell,” your eyes rolled as you began to drool on his pec. 

Rolling his hips beneath you, he started to buck up into your weepy cunt before his palm landed a few tingling blows across your bottom. 

When your pussy finally clambered down around him, you nearly bit him as your features tensed up in a silent scream. His own demise soon arrived as well, especially as you throbbed and squeezed down around him so tightly that he nearly couldn’t move at all, just throw in the towel and let your cunt milk him dry. 

You almost fell asleep, laying there on his chest as it slowly rose and fell like a calm tide, Frank even assumed that you had until the moment that you murmured, “I’m so happy that you didn’t just keep driving…” 

“Uh…” his warm fingers drew slow patterns along your spine as he attempted to catch up, “when are you talking about?”

Faintly, you heard the tent rustle as Enzo sleepily stepped inside and plopped himself down on your tangled feet. 

“That you stopped back then on that day when my car broke down,” you uttered as your emotions began to fog up your voice, “thank you for stopping. If not, then we probably wouldn’t have ever met… god… I love you so much. I don’t even know how to–…” a heavy sigh flowed from you before you tilted your head and blinked up into his coffee eyes, tears glinting in your own, “I love you.”

With a molasses-like expression softening up his features, his fingers then tugged a strand of your hair out of your forehead before he replied, “I love you too, Y/n.”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[whoslaurapalmer]

twin peaks but it happens in 2010. laura palmer have iphone etc etc

this ask has been haunting me since i saw it last night oh my god okay okay so

i wanted to lead with laura being an influencer but no one was quite influencing in 2010 yet. but the point here being that i think she posts a lot online and cultivates her online image very carefully (very soft, carefree, excited teenager) and has a LOT of followers on everything and always gets a ton of likes. bc it's laura, she's so beautiful and special and popular, of course everyone is following her, of course everyone is liking all her posts to get a piece of her

she has a twitter (laurapalmer93) where she posts a lot of pictures with little captions like.......'morning donuts at the diner!!' with a picture of the donuts and a milkshake or a Coffee To Be An Adult, 'can you believe this guy? <3' with a picture of bobby making a face (or even.........dare i say it...........doing the dougie), a picture of donna and james with '<33333333' (modern emojis were just getting really big then but i myself was not a big emoji user in 2010 yet, so neither is laura), 'don't tell ;)' with a picture of her holding a cigarette (of course everyone still smokes in the high school bathrooms).

one time she gets away with posting the lyrics to if i die young by the band perry (IF I DIE YOUNG! BURY ME IN SATIN! LAY ME DOWN ON A BED OF ROSES!) (FUNNY WHEN YOU'RE DEAD HOW PEOPLE START LISTENING!) bc it's a popular song. it raises a few eyebrows but it's a song and it's laura. how seriously do you take teen angst, even among your friends? that's just what laura does. what's there to really worry about, huh? (the song was released in may 2010 but let's say the lead up to her death is in 2010)

on facebook she posts a lot of volunteer stuff. school dance photos, which she helps organize. buy some cookies to support the french club!! she's very involved with student council, and she organizes the group halloween costume. her facebook is filled with photos of her with other people, but not really any of just her. she doesn't post a lot of statuses, but they're usually about homework or tests or 'feels like summer!' towards the end of the school year. she's friends with her parents. she definitely takes ap classes.

she has a private vent twitter (lostinthewoods) with zero followers that she uses as a diary bc she thinks it'll be safer than having it physically written down. her childhood lisa frank diary with the tiny lock and glitter gel pens that she kept in her bed post went missing, after all. her vent twitter is filled with sooooooo many tweets bc this was still the 160 character limit days and she would just post and post and post especially late at night. (she definitely has string lights in her room.) she is a MASTER of using her phone with no one seeing -- she has the layout absolutely memorized. she was only caught texting in class once and of course the teacher let it go.

bob/leland finds her passwords and breaks into the vent twitter and leaves her horrifying tweets she sees later, instead of the back and forth they have in the diary and leland ripping the pages out.

i think she has a third twitter, for sex, but i'm not sure if that tracks for the time period? (snapchat wasn't a thing until fall 2011.) or like a forum sort of thing? i think it's still super easy for laura to sneak out, even in an increased security camera world. there's still a lot of stress on the, yknow, ~secret unexposed underbelly of the world especially in a time of more eyes on everything~ in the 2010s.

meanwhile, james posts music a lot on facebook, and also acoustic covers of songs. like. yknow. HEY SOUL SISTER. donna loves the original pusheen stickers. they record the picnic video on her flip video camera. mike loves icanhascheezburger, and he jailbreaks his phone. audrey gets really into audrey hepburn quote posting, Aesthetic France, black and white photos, berets, has a photography phase and carries and actual camera bc it's Vintage. she's an early tumblr user. no one else in school has a tumblr yet, so she feels very cool but also very lonely about it.

harry has very little understanding of social media, however cooper is very into all social media, he finds it delightful. he enjoys a good cat video. he looks through all of laura's photos, her tweets, facebook videos, and i think there's, honestly even more of a feeling of tragedy bc of how much more physical evidence there is available of laura's life, lingering fingerprints, last tweets, last posts, passwords to put in and information to see, cold blue computer light, the even worse voyeurism in people expecting so much of your life to be online, in watching it play out online, in the image laura created for herself online to be the person people expected

donna rereads laura's twitter in the dead of night, just over and over again. goes back through their texts. so much of grief has become so much more public with social media and using it as a teenager, and there's this back and forth in donna of not posting anything and then posting the most miserable statuses about losing her best friend.

i know i should get deeper into the investigation but i keep thinking instead of how laura definitely gets a 20/20 special. it's probably definitely called 'the secret life of the american teenager.' (bc there was that show on at the time with the same name) elizabeth vargas visits twin peaks, is appropriately grim, there's a lot of b roll of the town and the woods but without the grace of twin peaks' cinematography. they play up the creation of a narrative big, as they always do on 20/20. the revelation of her 'double life' is at the halfway mark and simultaneously not discussed enough and overestimated. 'laura palmer was your average, everyday teenager -- she liked horses. cats. she got good grades, was homecoming queen, had a boyfriend on the football team. she volunteered on weekends. she had her whole life ahead of her. or was there more to the story than anyone knew? was there a dark side to the all-american girl?' oh, it's agonizing. the trailers play up a lot of potential spooky woods stuff that isn't followed through on in the actual episode.

now 20/20 prides itself on getting the story right, so i feel like it's.........i feel like they have to say it's leland at the end (and they definitely never get into anything about bob). but i also think, for some reason, it could easily have a 'we never found the killer' ending. especially re: s3........the thing is, i feel like laura's death particularly is the kind of thing that shows up on 20/20, but the rest of the circumstances would've ended up on like the unsolved mysteries website (the last revival ended in 2010, before the netflix reboot in 2019) (especially with WELL OUR FBI AGENT WENT MISSING). and there's so much online to put together in a website about it, there's so much for people online to dig into who have never even been to twin peaks, to think they know a town and the people in it and the girl who died even if it's just literally THE MOST DISGUSTING VOYEURISM IN THE WHOLE WORLD i just think there's such a. horror in that. people have the most, just, enraging takes when they get involved in a Murder That Happened Somewhere Else. people thinking they alone can figure out a mystery they've never seen, they can of course see something no one else has. and it's different than the people in the town ignoring it -- i think a lot of the secrets in twin peaks stay the same, no matter the time period, so of course it's still, a terrible dying town killing the people in it, maybe even quieter than it is in the original, some new infrastructure but old buildings, not all of them occupied anymore, ANYWAY -- like of course yes people in the town ignore the same amount they did in the original, all small towns bury things. but just bc the town itself isn't paying attention doesn't mean that some rando online is going to know more, no matter how much they think they will. there's like an entitlement to details of a murder, an I Must Be The Hero, The Savior, bc i'm on a fucking reddit thread about it

now i have zero (0) idea of how medical science and forensics work, but i have to assume there have been some advancements in the field between 1989/1990 and 2010/2011. the town still rushes the funeral, but would albert have been able to find anything else sooner? what is it he would have found to point to leland sooner? oh........dna testing, maybe? would he be able to find out about leland right away? there's more of a sense of urgency, maybe less of a slowness between events, even more of a shattering horror. maybe leland goes missing in an attempt to cover things up. hmmmmmm.

final note -- cooper gets called mulder as a nickname bc the x files happened as a show in this universe.

[justiceforplutoo]

hey y'all! welcome to pluto.

about me --

my name's justice, and if you're new here - first of all, hi! - i'm a high school sophomore (after this summer) and this is my studyblr. i'm aiming for ivy/top 25 and i hope to send in my applications next year, so this year i literally just have to grind. if you're a fellow high schooler or if you just like my content, you're always welcome here!

also, my ask box and dms are always open <3 come rant to me about school, life, existentialism, you name it, i'm here for you.

justice

she/her

korean-american 🇰🇷🇺🇸

hs sophomore

aspiring psychologist

my goals --

get a perfect or near-perfect score on the ACT

get a decent score on the SAT

ace all my AP's this year!! (psych, bio, world history)

learn korean

read my tbr (RIP)

have good relationships with my teachers!

my faves --

books - nothing to see here (kevin wilson), the secret history (donna tartt), the stranger (albert camus), piranesi (susanna clarke) - feel free to rec me anything!!

music - dalsooobin, wave to earth, taylor swift, chopin (and a lot more but i'm lazy)

movies/shows - moonrise kingdom (2012), summer strike (2022)

closing --

i'm so glad you're here! again, feel free to talk (or rant) to me. i'm just getting back into the spirit of posting so i think my content will be strange for right now, but once the school year starts up again i think i'll be just fine. 💛

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

yandere Tiziano and Squalo x Ex girlfriend reader

Order up! *ding*

Yandere Tiziano and Squalo x Ex girlfriend reader

Art's not mine, couldn't find the artist but let me know if you know. Also, polyamory can be healthy and beautiful so don't hate, communicate.

Contains: Swearing, violence, mentions of sex

Love was something you hoped for.

You were by no means a hopeless romantic, but the thought that someone or something may love you was too tempting to ignore.

Now you bitterly acknowledge your mistake. As you thought you loved someone. Or better yet two someones.

They were beautiful, painfully so. You could acknowledge that as you packed your bags hastily. You knew your heart wouldn't be able to heal quickly from the betrayal it faced that day ...

You were excited that fateful summer day. It marked the beginning of your relationship with Tiziano and Squalo. Your anniversary! You were positively glowing at the thought of coming home and preparing dinner for your two loving and amazing boyfriends. The entire time at work you distracted like the young girl in love you were. Your boss Rosario, an older woman and head librarian at Vallicelliana Library smiled gently at you through her spectacles.

"Any special plans tonight?" Rosario asked. You smiled dreamily as you crooned. "Yes, it's my anniversary with my partners." Rosario raised an eyebrow before turning back to her work. "Do you mean those handsome men that are often hanging off each other that ask for you occasionally?" You smiled nodding your head eagerly. "Yep, those are my Tiziano and Squalo." Rosario's face soured slightly at your dreamy state. She saw how those men looked at you, with boredom. Like you were some kind of chore for them. Compared to how lovingly they stared at each other, it was sobering for Rosario and saddening for you. You were wearing rose-tinted glasses and Rosario didn't want to be the one to rip them off, but she also didn't want you getting hurt in the long run. She looked back at you who was spinning around the library while taking stock and sighed. This was going to be difficult.

"(Y/N) mia bambina, may I give you a small bit of advice?" You hummed and turned around to face your boss, stars in your eyes. Wincing, Rosario readjusted her glasses. "Sometimes in life we think we love someone very much ... and that they love us back. However, what you think may be love may be the other person using you for ... convenience." You furrowed your brow confused, who was she talking about? Rosario noticed your confusion and sighed before turning back to her work. "I'll finish inventory bambina, why don't you go home early?" Your eyes lit up brightly as you bounced on your heels like a child. "Grazie Donna Rosario!" "Prego mia bambina..." Rosario quietly responded as you ran off into the summer sun. She hoped it wouldn't end as horribly as she thought.

You eagerly approached the lavish apartment complex you lived in. On your meager salary, you would barely afford to live in the luxurious city of Rome. Your boyfriends told you not to worry your pretty little head about it and that they would take care of everything. You never knew what their jobs were as they would often deflect or change the subject, but you didn't really mind. You were just happy to be theirs' and that they were yours. Your lovely Tiziano with his long blonde hair and dazzling amber eyes and your handsome Squalo with his amber curls and ocean blue eyes. Approaching the door, you brought out your key and unlocked it. You were ready to change into something more comfortable and then prepare the anniversary meal. Entering the house, you paused as you closed the door. What you heard made you blush.

Moaning

Your lovers were already home and were getting it on without you. You blushed at the thought of your boyfriends naked together without you. You had lingerie prepared for tonight, but you supposed you all could start now. Silently you walked over to the door to the collective bedroom and peeped through the door. Squalo had Tiziano pinned to the bed, and they were making out. You were going to enter the room when Squalo pulled away and looked down at Tiziano. "Tiziano, when are we going to get rid of her?" What? Who? Tiziano pulled the piece of hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead out of the way and leaned into his lover. "Tesoro relax, she's not here to bother us. We'll tell her as soon as she gets home." When she gets home? You leaned in closer to the door. They wanted to get rid of you. Why? Squalo laughed a little and sat up embracing Tiziano. "Good I can't wait to get rid of her, she's been nothing but dead weight." No. "Yes Squalo. (Y/N) has been a fun little experiment, but I think it's time we move on with our lives." Tiziano sighed and moved over to Squalo before crawling on top of him. You couldn't watch or listen to any more of this. The moaning, the dead weight, the fun little experiment, it was all too much for you to handle. You shook with anger, embarrassment, and sadness. How could they be so cruel? How could you be so stupid to believe them? Every kiss. Every I love you. Every passionate night. It meant nothing to them.

You meant nothing to them.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you remembered that horrible night. How you cried bitter tears into a hotel pillow, unable to look at your ex-lover's faces. You had snuck back in your shared apartment and grabbed what little stuff you owned. Left every gift they had bought you, they meant as much as you, so they were worthless. You thought bitterly to yourself as you wrote a note on the back of a photo on the fridge of the three of you in the front of the Colosseum. You poured your heart out one last time for them before leaving.

You called your mother telling her the news, that you broke up with your lovers and had nowhere to go. Being the amazing woman she is, (sorry if your mother is not), she allowed you to come back home until you could get back on your feet. You were forever grateful for you sweet mother's generosity in times of need. Unfortunately, that meant you'd have to move back to Sardinia, which meant you'd have to find work again. You went to Rosario and told her your situation. She, of course, supported you fully and embraced you as a final goodbye, wishing you luck in your future. You smiled and felt a little lighter knowing there were people in your back corner there to support you.

Arriving home, you were surprised to see your whole family back at your mother's small casa. Their empathy and full support of your decision was almost enough to make you cry. Your nonna made a whole plate of Seadas (they are an Italian pastry from Sardinia and look fabulous) just for you. It warmed your heart to see such love and support coming from your family, and you knew in your heart that you would be okay.

Months later...

Squalo was conflicted. He thought this was the best decision they had made in terms of the relationship. However, something felt off. When you didn't return, he personally didn't care. He was tired of having to share Tiziano with you, and now Tiziano was his. Only his. Life carried as normal but with just the two of them. There were traitors to exterminate, rivals to kill, rebellions to quell. Mafia life was rough but paid good money. However, when they came home there was no home cooked meal. That's perfectly normal, we'll just go out to eat! Then there were those times where he would make a joke and Tiziano wouldn't laugh. No laugh of tinkling bells at his stupid joke. Fine with me, it sounded more like a donkey compared to Tiziano's laugh. Tiziano... sweet Tiziano seemed to be getting more distant with the day. Intimacy was at a near zero and he looked pained when Squalo leaned in for a kiss. That was something Squalo couldn't deal with.

"Carino what's wrong?"

Tiziano was riddled with guilt. Ever since you left, he felt a sinking feeling in his chest. He thought he wanted you gone so that Squalo could be all his. He thought you were just a fling that got too clingy. An experiment. A fad. However, with each day you were gone he realized a horrible sinking truth.

He missed you.

Missed your smile, your laugh, your voice. How it felt to hug you, kiss you, and make love to you. When he and Squalo were in bed together, it felt awkward, clunky. He tried to distance himself from such thinking, but nothing worked. He was losing sleep over the issue. How would you take his news? Would you want him back? Or would you scorn him for the pain he caused you? How would Squalo react? He clearly seemed happy you were gone, often joking about it, which caused Tiziano to frown.

When being confronted with his stoic behavior Tiziano smiled in a practiced way before pecking Squalo's cheek.

"Nothing Tesoro, I've just been stressed about work. That's all."

Work. Ah right, how could he forget? Being in the mafia had no room for weakness, but he faltered once. A target looked like you which almost cost Squalo and him their job when he let the girl get away.

"Tiziano, I know that is bullshit. Please tell me the truth dear." Squalo's patience was running thin. Was Tiziano not in love with him anymore? No, he wouldn't allow it. Tiziano looked at his lover sympathetically before looking at the cold coffee set at his chair.

"You won't make fun of me carino?"

"Never my one and only."

Tiziano sighed before looking at Squalo once more

"I miss (Y/N)."

"Bwahahaha!"

Squalo couldn't help laughing and he couldn't help crying afterwards. This was all so simple yet complex. He thought he wanted (Y/N) gone but he too was missing the (h/c) who snared their hearts. Tiziano was angry at first, but seeing the pain in his lover's eyes he knew Squalo felt the same way.

"How do we get her back Tiziano? Ugh I feel so stupid!"

"Patience Squalo, we'll get her back. We just need to come up with a plan."

The duo stares at each other for a while before grinning evilly. The same thought in their minds.

(Y/N) would come back even in they had to drag her back because...

(Y/N) was theirs

Breaking up with Tiziano and Squalo was probably the best decision you've made in a long time. You got connected back with your family, you enrolled in school again, and were now pursuing the life you wanted. You worked at a nearby library to help you pay for college. The pay was way better due to your level of experience, and you had a more flexible schedule. Sure, you missed Rosario and some friends you made in Rome, but you think moving back to Sardinia reenergized your soul!

"(N/n) are you okay?"

Oh, that was right you were on a date right now with a really nice guy! Alessio Vargas. He would often come to the library you worked at and ask for help. He was a student at the same university who wanted to become a marine biologist. He asked about book recommendations, and you would always supply. Soon the two of you started talking about other things besides books. Turns out he didn't need you help he just wanted to talk to you and take you out. The first time he asked you said no, after all you were recovering from a bad relationship. He was okay with that, and you continued being friends. Finally, after months of getting to know him, you asked him out and he said yes.

"I'm fine caro, just a little nervous. This is my first date in a while." You sheepishly admit. Great now he'd think you're a loser. Alessio laughed and placed a hand on yours.

"This is my first date ever." Your eyes grew wide at his declaration.

"Really?! But you're so handsome!" Alessio laughed once more in his kind way and readjusted his wide rim glasses.

"Well I haven't been interested in anyone besides you."

You blushed at the thought and smiled. A handsome guy that was interested in you and only you. You were open to polyamorous relationships but since your last one went south, you thought you'd give monogamy a try. So far it was pretty solid, you weren't settling down quite yet, but you were having fun.

You came back from your date feeling lighter than a feather. Alessio was such a gentleman and was understanding the whole time. After dinner you walked on the beach and Alessio kissed your hand. Your hand! When you asked why he stated that "I knew kissing your lips would be too much for a first date, so I'll settle for your hand." Ah! He's so perfect!

While you were giggling like a teenager in love your phone buzzed in your pocket. Was someone calling you? You didn't recognize the number but picked it up anyways. "Hello?"

"Hello bambina do you have a minute?" It was Rosario and she didn't sound good. "Rosario what's wrong?" Horrible coughing continued on the other side. Oh no, just when things were starting to get better this happened. "Bambina listen ... I have only days to live these-illnesses have become severe and I need help- staying comfortable in my last days." You raised your eyebrow; something doesn't seem right. "When do I need to come over?" There was a pause and then an answer. "As soon as possible." You sighed and stared at the ceiling. You suppose you could afford to visit your old employer in her final days. Who are you kidding the woman was like a grandmother away from home to you!

"Alright I'll come."

On the other end of the line Rosario was choking back tears as the two men she feared were smiling evilly at each other. "You did well Rosario, we just need you for a little while longer and you'll be free as a bird." Squalo spoke up while Tiziano nodded and sat in the chair across from the elderly librarian. The two had found her at work and forced her to call her old employee. She didn't know what they wanted with (Y/N) but the look in their eyes shook her to the bone.

Obsession

Pure darkness and desire swirled in the eyes of the men, and made Rosario shake with fear. "You make me sick, what on Earth do you plan to do with (Y/N)?" Tiziano stood up and grabbed the elderly lady's scarf, pulling her over the desk. "What we plan doesn't involve you, just know she'll be in good hands." Squalo smiles and laughs at the older woman's misfortune. Tiziano grins before shoving her back in her seat. "Not like you could tell the police since my stand Talking Head has control of your tongue." These men were insane and dead set on getting you back for whatever sick reason they had. Rosario hoped you wouldn't come back to Rome because you would fall right into their trap.

Rome... your old stomping grounds. Back from the days you gave up on your dreams to be with two men who didn't even love you. Well, maybe they did at one point, but it was all in the past now. All you needed to do was provide support and care for Rosario and never come back to this hell hole ever again. You felt your feet become heavy with each step you took, as emotions came flooding back. You felt weak, powerless, useless. No! You were none of those things. You were a smart, strong, and independent woman on her way to a degree and a new boyfriend. You got this, nothing could stop you.

You were (Y/N) (L/N) for Christ's sake!

After the little pep talk in your head, you decided to call Rosario to get her address. Then you would get some of her favorite pastries and bring them over for her to enjoy. It was the least you could do. With that in mind you walked to the nearest pâtisserie and called the number Rosario used last time.

"Hello?" Good she was still alive. "Hey, Donna Rosario, I was wondering where you lived?" "Oh right, my bad bambina. I'll send you, my address." Good. "I bought you some sfogliatellas, your favorite." You heard a sigh of frustration that sounded a bit masculine on the other end of the line. "Donna, is someone with you?" You asked, suspiciously. This whole situation was too much for you. Being back in Rome, your suddenly terminally ill boss, and now you were hearing other voices. "No, I'm alone." A quick reply from the other end made you flinch from the internal whiplash. You had a bad feeling of something terrible happening. Clutching the bag of pastries you tentatively took a look at your phone. It was the address followed by a message.

We'll be waiting for you cara~

It was a mistake coming back and you knew it. It was a trap, and you came like some dumb dog with you tail wagging. You didn't know who we were, but you had a good idea of who it was. The mafia. Donna Rosario must have gotten into trouble with the mafia and wanted you to bail her out. What could Donna Rosario have done to piss the mafia off? You didn't know. Deep down you wanted to help the poor old woman because Donna didn't deserve it. Well at least the Donna you knew didn't deserve it.

The house she had was on one of the older streets in Rome. She wasn't rich but the house was impressive for someone of her means. You walked through the garden in the front yard to her door. It was already open, like someone expected you to be there. Chills went down your spine as you went through the door. "Donna Rosario?" You called out to the empty home. Silence. Such an interesting thing. There is good, wholesome, peaceful silence. Then there's deadly silence that looms like the grim reaper. It takes the air out of your lungs and brings fear into your every nerve. Everything in your body was telling you to go. To get out of there and run. You turned to leave.

"(Y/N)?"

Donna Rosario was so faint and frail sounding. Nothing like the vibrant and lively older woman you knew. You grit your teeth, knowing it wasn't right to leave this older woman vulnerable. You turned back around and called out once more. "Donna where are you?" "I'm in my bedroom bambina." You walked to one room and anxiously opened the door. Bathroom. Closet. Then a guestroom. Finally, you made it to the bedroom. No one was in there. "Donna are you sure you're in there?" Silence. "Donna Rosario?" Rustling could be heard in the closet. Aha! She's hiding in there. You march over to it a swing it open. "Donna what the big ide-AH!"

description of gore: (if you don't like skip to later or don't read further)

You've been warned

Donna Rosario was hung by the cord that turned on the light. Her mouth was wide open, and her tongue was ripped out of her mouth. Slash marks were found across her chest and arms. Blood dripped down into a pool of water that lay below her feet. You gagged at the gory sight. You dropped the bag of pastries in fear and horror. Backing up you stepped on something squishy. Looking down you couldn't hold back your bile. You stepped on Rosario's tongue. You threw up all over Rosario's nice white carpet. Who was sick enough to do this? Why?

end of gore

You needed to get out of here quickly, the killer might still be in the house. Running out of the bedroom you ran to the front door. The door was closed. You turned the knob. Locked. You desperately pounded on the door, tears streaming down your face. You slammed your full body weight on the door, but it refused to budge. "No where to run bambina except into our loving arms." That voice, no it couldn't be. "Squalo be patient she isn't exactly happy to see us here." No, no, no. You kick at the door hopping to escape. What do they want? They kicked you out of their lives so why are they here?

"Aww Tiziano but don't you miss the feeling of her softness?" The voices got closer and closer. You felt trapped like a caged animal. They murdered Rosario maybe they wanted to kill you too. "Stay away from me! You-you murderers!" "I do miss her softness, but I don't really miss her mouth. At least not right now." Tiziano spoke as the duo's footsteps drew closer and closer. You had to find some kind of weapon. Something! Anything! You noticed the fireplace and grabbed the fire poker ready to stab their eyes out. You weren't going down without a fight.

"Hey cutie."

"GAHHH!" You ran at the ginger man in front of you aiming for his face. You were not a fighter, so he dodged easily. He grabbed you and twisted it behind your back, pulling you into his chest. You yelped in pain and dropped the fire poker. You weren't going down just yet. You fought with all your might: kicking, screaming, biting, punching any bit of flesh you could find. "Aww our bambina wants a hug Tiziano." He squeezed you hard, causing you to choke. Tiziano walked in the room to see the commotion. He covered his mouth with his hand and snorted at the sight. What was wrong with these psychos acting like this was normal? Like they didn't kill your boss and aren't currently keeping you hostage in your boss' house.

"Squalo be gentle she's quite fragile." Tiziano takes you from Squalo's arms and whispers in your ear. "Struggle and I'll rip your arms off." You stiffen at your ex-lover's words. "Why?" Was all you could say as tears came pouring out of your eyes. Tiziano looks down at your tear-stained face and coos. Wiping away some of the tears he responds. "Why because you stole something from us when you left." Panic filled your heart at Tiziano's words. Steal? What did you steal? Seeing your panicked face both Tiziano and Squalo chuckle before leaning in. "You stole our hearts bambina." Squalo responds lovingly. Tiziano pulls you closer and stares at you with his amber eyes. His words were the last you hear before your world went dark "Now it's time you pay for it."

Alessio sighed and gripped his phone harshly. He couldn't understand why you weren't picking up. It's been a few weeks ever since your trip to Rome and your family was starting to get worried. He was worried.

The number you are calling you are unable to reach right now, please leave your message after the beep. BEEP

"Hello? (Y/N)? It's been weeks now and you haven't responded to any of your parents' calls. Or my calls. Cara we're worried for you, alone in the city, near your exes. I trust you're not back with them but come back to Sardinia. Your family misses you. I miss you. I've collected your homework at the academy for you, so don't worry about it. Please, please come back. This isn't like the woman I've come to know. I love you...

BEEP

Well if this wasn't complete garbage please let me know. I might write a part 2 for this but that will have to wait a little while. Thank you for interacting with me and please follow for more.

[an-abyss-of-stars]

☮ Rhaemond 70s Era Fic ☮

The year is 1978, 22yr old Rhaena Targaryen, is a singer/songwriter on tour in the States with her band Black Star. A folksy/bluesy rock band with music that rushes waves of ecstasy and ethereal beauty over whatever size crowd they play for. Rhaena graces the stage with all the grace and majesty of a fairy Princess or a glorious Goddess-like enchantress. Silver tresses and colourful flowing cape-like gowns that twirl and spiral with her every move, her sleeves hang like wings and flow as such as she spins and glides across the stage. She's known for losing herself in her music, as if she leaves her body on the stage and ascends to a higher place, her voice hypnotizing and mesmerizing her audience.

She's a marvel.

She's unreal.

A must see live.

With songs that spoke of mythical tales, dragons and burning lands, magic and royalty. And yet the song that was topping the charts recently was about a tortured lover, a dark figure who could not be shaken no matter how hard she tried. It was a song that left her screaming soaring notes out into the air, with so much anguish and internal rot, her rasping notes playing on par with the ripping final guitar solo.

And yet, the effervescent Rhaena Targaryen was not romantically tied to anyone, as far as the public knew.

They couldn't place the man she spoke of, but her emotional tale still ripped at the audience just right, connecting the feeling and the emotion...an unrequited love gone wrong.

An aggressively beautiful voice paired with the perfect music backing her. With a band that consisted with her as their lead vocalist, her twin sister Baela as both vocals and their lead guitarist, their half-sister Aemma as the keyboardist as well providing backing vocals with her other half-sister Aerea their bassist. Rounding out the band were Rhaena's two cousins, Aegon as their drummer and Daeron as their 2nd guitarist.

Black Star as a band and their music, was a growing sensation. So much so that Rolling Stones magazine had sent their very best writer to cover them, someone who reluctantly knew the genre well...knew the band even better...and after analyzing the lyrics, was quite certain he knew who that popular song was really about...

In 1978, 24yr old Aemond Targaryen, had worked his way up the writers ranks at Rolling Stones magazine. He'd always been an avid lover of music and culture, and while he could hold his own decently enough on guitar, it was more of a private activity as opposed to a career path. No, his talents lay on the written page, with his added photography skills. In his time at Rolling Stones he'd had the opportunity to interview some of the best the 70s had to offer. From Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham from Fleetwood Mac, Ozzy Osbourne and Tony Iommi of Black Sabbath, Dio, Buck Dharma of Blue Öyster Cult and even Donna Summer.

He'd worked his way from covering lower up and coming musicians and bands to meeting some of the greats. So it was to his surprise and slight disappointment when his chief editor slapped down a newspaper on his desk that read in bold letters "Black Star Shooting All The Way To The Top" and asked him to immediately jump on the task.

Maybe it was because he hadn't heard that band name in years...ignored it purposely for 4 years to be exact. Maybe it was because the moment his brothers had told him they were moving to Germany to "solidify their sound-" he stopped listening all together. Burning at the fact that his pretty little cousin...the one woman he wanted to stay within his orbit...was moving across the world to a whole nother continent, let alone country, just to get away from him.

Possibly it was because Aemond had been the one who fucked all it up to begin with. He'd been an idiot then, told her he loved in a letter...only for her to drive up just to see him making up with his on again off again girlfriend, Alys Rivers.

Rhaena had never let him explain, she wouldn't hear a word of the truth, the fact that Alys had practically lunged onto him, kissed like it would be forever. Only to turn around and dump him the week afterwards, Alys had said it was because "his heart wasn't in it", and truthfully it never was...

Only, Rhaena was back. And now there was a song playing on the radio, one that seared through him as it practically detailed the whole of their backforth relationship. There were technically three songs about him to be exact, although the other two seemed far more covert in their delivery. And now he was being forced to follow her...and the band…on their tour for their final 3 shows. Rolling Stones wanted it all, close and personal candid shots, interviews with the whole band, but most importantly he was meant to shine a light on their mysterious enchanting lead singer. To have her decode the songs and lyrics on their latest record.

If Aemond could look past the bitter sting of regret and the annoyance of how fate seemed to be weaving his life around. Then maybe he could see this for what it was, an opportunity to win her back...just maybe…

[clayvedevs]

WTA Hunger Games Simulator

We've already had one hunger games, yes, but what about a second hunger games? You heard that right folks, instead of doing my uni work, i've made the executive decision to put the WTA top 24 in Situations. The aforementioned Situations being survival of the fittest in a death trap of an arena. So almost like playing on Rod Laver Arena in the 40 degrees Australian Summer before the retractable roof. So, ladies and gentlemen and other, I present to you your cast:

And away we go!

Day 1

And already, the action is actioning folks. While most people have their flight instinct switched on in a fight or flight situation, Anna Kalinskaya isn't most people. Still not over the Dubai final, she mortally injures Jasmine Paolini, leaving her to die. Ons Jabeur is also killed at the hands of Daria Kasatkina. I guess the power of friendship didn't manage to save them. But wait, there's more. Donna Vekic ruthlessly mows down Carolina Garcia.

Qinwen Zheng, a master Jedi, knows that the only way to victory is through the high ground. Anna Kalinskaya continues her reign of terror, taking out Barbora Krejcikova and Daria Kasatkina with Danielle Collins. Both Iga Swiatek and Coco Gauff already are questioning their sanities, which, mood. Victoria Azarenka, practising archery, may be a threat later on, someone should keep an eye on her. Emma Navarro also gets her first superfan. But by far, the biggest development is Aryna Sabalenka, 3rd seed, has been taken out..... by herself! Yes, she tried to poison Marketa Vondrousova's drink but mistook it for her own. Inconceivable! 6 cannon shots can be heard in the distance. Rip Jasmine Paolini, Ons Jabeur, Caroline Garcia, Barbora Krejcikova, Daria Kasatkina, Aryna Sabalenka.

Night 1

In a great showing of American-Canadian solidarity, Leylah Fernandez and Coco Gauff shelter together. Even though it's night, the action doesn't stop, as Bia Haddad Maia kills Madison Keys, who had been minding her own business till now. Jessica Pegula also doesn't die at the hands of Victoria, who keeps Jessie alive. Anna's reign of terror ends as she and Marta Kostyuk pull a Romeo and Juliet. Sort of. I mean, the both die in the end so it's basically the same. And Donna Vekic is proving to be a cold-hearted killer, strangling Danielle Collins with a rope. Both Barbora and Daria's killers have been killed tonight.

Day 2

Donna Vekic has an injury. But what else is new. Maria Sakkari also sprains her ankle. However, the no. 2 seed, Coco Gauff has also gone out with a bang, with it taking 3 people to kill her. Interestingly, Jess and Victoria, having gone from one keeping the other alive despite begging to be killed to working together. Dream team? And speaking of dream teams, Jelena Ostapenko and Elena Rybakina have put aside their differences and are on the prowl. Everyone watch out! 5 cannon shots can be heard for Madison Keys, Marta Kostyuk, Anna Kalinskaya, Danielle Collins, Coco Gauff.

Night 2

Lots of action tonight, as Victoria and Jess and Leylah are killed by Bia, Liudmila Samsonova and Emma. Dream team over smh. And while we're at it, whilst they worked together during the day, unfortunately, Elena and Jelena couldn't go on like this, with Elena begging for death and Jelena killing her. It was either gonna be this or taken out by her immune system. Rip Rybapenko, you were bigger than the whole sky.

Day 3

And it's time for the feast!

And the no. 1 seed and defending Roland Garros champion, Iga Swiatek is out alongside Marketa Vondrousova! It's just grand slam champion thing, you wouldn't get it. Liudmila has also died, this time due to untreated injuries. And this is why knowing first aid is important kids.

Donna Vekic, in a showing of mercy, spares Emma Navarro's life after beating her, even though Emma is the reason she sprained her ankle the previous day. She's turning into a formidable person to meet in the arena. Could she win it all? More action as Maria Sakkari has also suffered a devastatinig loss to berry bush. Can't a girl just live her life? And it's the most death we've had, with a whopping 7 cannon shots being fired for Victoria Azarenka, Jessica Pegula, Leylah Fernandez, Elena Rybakina, Liudmila Samsonova, Iga Swiatek and Marketa Vondrousova. I can't believe it's only the third day.

Night 3

After sparing her life during the day, Donna convinces Emma to snuggle. Love truly wins. Someone should've cuddled with Maria as well. And Jelena Ostapenko has been given explosives, a terrifying thought for everyone.

Day 4

It's only Day 4 and we've had another double suicide. Yes, Qinwen Zheng and Jelena Ostapenko both die, another tragedy, like uhh Antony and Cleopatra. And in a dramatic twist, after sparing her life and even cuddling together, Emma Navarro has forced Donna Vekic's hand: making her choose to kill either Bia or Maria. Maria has become the victim of this couple's spat. 3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance for Qinwen Zheng, Jelena Ostapenko and Maria Sakkari.

So now, we're down to just 3 tributes. All three underdogs who all have an equal chance at snatching victory. So who's left? Will Emma "daddy's money" Navarro prove to the world that she's the no.1 american nepo baby? Will it be Donna "Last Call" Vekic who will make a timely appearance on the top step? Or will Beatriz Haddad Maia bee the one to lift the trophy? We will find out after the break.

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And we're back!

Night 4

Emma has been awoken by nightmares, which could be related to her partner (in crime), Donna, dying while trying to one up the system. A truly Hamlet and Horatio move. Bia just vibing though, starting a fire and roasting s'mores. We're down to Emma and Bia, battle of the North vs South America.

Day 5

Oh my god that was brutal. Emma, channeling her inner Donna Vekic, mercilessly mows down Bia. Honestly, i'm at a loss for words that was remorseless. 2 cannon shots can be heard for Donna Vekic and Beatriz Haddad Maia.

Congrats queen on your second ever totally legit title that definitely counts. Now go out there and slay in real life

[eletricheart]

The five stages

(Mother Miranda x Reader)

*image creds to the owner

Word count: 653

I had Lover by Taylor Swift in my head all day long, so this story was mostly a mix of lover with the five stages of grief. This mix is what I believe to be how Miranda would view a love interest.

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Denial

Mother Miranda was mostly a factual person, always choosing the logical option, never allowing herself to have emotions nor getting distracted.

That's why, when she met you, the scientist initially believed you were a spy, sent to distract her. Of course, her theories only got stronger as you would follow her around, always paying attention with a stupid smile on your face.

Miranda considered killing you, it should be easy considering how you went with her to the underground lab…alone. The priestess thought it was all a trick, you couldn't possibly trust her that blindly, you couldn't mean all the compliments, you couldn't blush every time she looked, you couldn't laugh at the things she said, you just couldn't be you.

Anger

Miranda didn't kill you, in fact she explained all of her work, her creations, her failures, everything.

She expected you to run, to scream and call her a monster…but you didn't. You just nodded and paid attention as if the woman was telling you the secrets of the universe.

Miranda wanted to hate you. When she pushed you out of her lab, she thought of hating you.

As she broke the chairs and ripped the papers, the woman realized why she couldn't hate you.

Bargaining

Miranda ignored you for a while, diving deep into her experiments in order to forget the storm inside. But not even the hardest of equations was enough to erase you, so she tried to think logically.

The priestess had a goal, she needed her daughter and clearly your presence was disturbing. Therefore, the woman went to your house to offer you a deal, all you had to do was leave.

You never denied the Goddess, even if her wishes broke your heart, after all it was hers to do as she wants. You obviously left, but not before leaving your number with her, just in case.

Miranda should be relieved, she found the answer to her problems, so why did it hurt so much.

Depression

With you gone it was as if a dark cloud had been established at the village.

Miranda continued her obligations, to the public eye she was perfect, a true Goddess. But in private, her kitchen became a forbidden room, the woman wouldn't get close to the door, not wanting to hear the ghost sound of your laughter. Her experiments were put on hold, using all of her energies to research instead of a practical approach.

Miranda considered calling you many times, but these situations would usually end in laying on the bed throughout the day or murdering the lycans nearby.

What made her call was the memory of a rainy day. It was during the days Miranda ignored you, without telling why. So, you did the most reasonable action in your mind, you sang Taylor Swift under her window with a guitar in the rain…that was the first time she blushed.

Acceptance

Miranda was hesitant with your return, but would never admit it was simply the fear of rejection. However, you saw her as an old friend, smiling and telling stories as if nothing happened.

It took the priestess two months to start courting you. The woman would constantly bring you gifts, most being shiny objects or rocks.

You weren't stupid, you noticed ever since she threw you off her lab. So, you decided to do the same, except that your presents were flowers and baked goods.

By the end of the year, your relationship (in Miranda's view) had gone from possible enemies to lovers. But, the only person who knew was Donna who had the unfortunate encounter with you and Angie attempted to kidnap you…it was very hard to convince Miranda to not burn the doll.

But setting accidents apart, all was well as long as you two were together. You may have known each other for only one summer, but it was clear you would have them all.

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[bestsynthpop]

QUARTERFINALS!

Quarterfinals are coming on May 18th!

This last round we lost some amazing competitors. Smalltown Boy sadly has left us (RIP), as has Spin Me (Right) Round in a hard fought battle. Saying good-bye to Somebody's Watching Me, an absolutely banging tune, but also a dark horse in this competition. Pet Shop Boys are out entirely, which came as a surprise!

The remaining contenders

Soft Cell: Tainted Love

Kate Bush: Running Up That Hill

New Order: Blue Monday

Talking Heads: Burning Down The House

Depeche Mode: Enjoy the Silence

Depeche Mode: Personal Jesus

Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams

Donna Summer: I Feel Love

Damn guys, if the last round was rough, this one is going to be brutal...

[xotrashratxo]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die: Thoughts During the Premier last night Part 2: Everything Else

⚠️SPOILERS FOR NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE UNDER THE CUT!!!!⚠️

AND THERES OUR BACKSTORY YALL! 

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER

She’s so evil I love her. 

OMG MINOR KEY

FORESHADOWING??? 

THE HATCHETFIELD ACTION NEWSSSSS

Kyle and Brenda are so adorableeeeee

AWEEEE EVERYONE’S ADORABLE!!! they’re gonna die. 

Mariah’s extensions kinda ate. 

THEY ARE SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CRY!!!! 

Jason and Kyle are so in love lol. 

N-IG-HT-AWE AWE- ks! 

FUCK clivesdale. 

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE WE’LL KILL YOU! 

AWEEEEE

I LOVE FORGIVENESS!!! 

oh no he’s gonna die. 

Here comes the horror bro. 

OMG ITS THE INTRO!

Get this shit a Kill Count. 

OH MY GOD THE GHOST MAKEUP I LIVEEEEEEEE unlike Richie. 

RIP Richie. He was just starting to live. 

I hate theatre kids /j

HE’S EATING

THE SMOKE CLUB OMGGGG

OMGGGG ITS THE NAME OF THE SHOWWWW

HE’S RUNNING AROUND THE AUDITORIUM!!! 

It’s giving 80s I love it. 

REPEAT AFTER MEEEE I LIVEEEE

WHO WILL PRAY FOR ME WHEN I’M GONEEEEEEE

OMG THE BACKGROUND GIRLIESSS

THAT SHIT HIT SO HARD OMGGGG

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEMEEEE

THE LIGHTNING!!!!  

FUCK CLIVESDALE. 

RUTH FLEMMING OMG

And we’re all caught up. 

GASP THE COOL BEANS WERE SPILT

THE HATCHETFIELD ACTION NEWS WITH DAN AND DONNA!!!! 

Fucking Clivesdale. 

oh I love fear mongering. 

YESSSS REPORTER JOEYYYYY DAN REYNOLDS I LOVEEEEE

OMG THEY’RE EATINGGGGG

OMG HATCHET SOMG EATS

NOT DONNA

“DAN!” 

Ziggy cameo!!!!! 

MAN IN A HURRY!!!!! 

I love a cameo song!!!! 

CHARLIE

THE LOCKDOWN OMG- 

She ATE HOLY SHIT!!!! 

GERALD

LINDA

THIS EATS I LIVEEEE 

JAZZ HANDS

“Suddenly the show is real upsetting!” 

HOLY SHIT THAT ATEEEE

Slaaaay miming Joey

The barbecue monologueessssss

What accent is that. Southern, New York, slightly British???

YESSS MIMING

PUNSSS

Oh Barbecue monologues is gonna fucking EAT. 

Fucking TREVOR. 

Thank you 10! 

Uh oh. 

OH she’s a theatre kid. Aw I’m gonna cry at her death. 

no the lighting is red. 

*Ruthy EATS* 

She just wants to be loved ☹️

YESSSS LAURENNNNNN 

Im gonna cryyyyy

NO THE RED LIGHTTTT

HER ANXIETYYY NOOO

NOOOO

Stop I’m cryingggggg

*Pets dead Ruthy’s head* 

That ATE omgggg

*Drinks hot water instead of coffee.*

Fuck Clivesdale. 

oh shit at the old Wayland place. Next to the body. Fuck. 

GOD’S PLAN 

OMG SHE SWORE

OMG SHE DREW A GUN ON A COP

OMG GRACE IS EVIL

OMG THE COP THEMEEEEEE

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN

PAUL AND EMMA HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

CUP OF BLACK COFFEE THEME

IM GONNA DIE

HE’S ON  NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

PETER IS HOT CHOCOLATE BOY CONFIRMED

If they start singing Your Fault I’m gonna scream.

Speaking of, “HWHAT???” 

OMG THEY’RE BREAKING UP. 

Love a good angry breakup sexual tension song

OH MY GOD HE CALLED HER A MEAN GIRL GET IT CAUSE MARIAH WAS REGINA GEORGE OH MY GOD

They’re gonna kiss. 

Grace swearing is hilarious

LOOK OUT SHE’S GOT A GUN

*whips out a Canadian accent* 

THE COPS THEME

INTO THE ALLEY OMG

*screams* 

Omg she’s crazy

ALL TOO WELL MAYOR??? 

COREY OMG

why is the mayor…. Kinda fineee??? 

HE KNOWS. HE KNOWSSSSSS. 

Why is mayor lauter….. kinda fine????

THE STARRY CHILDREN FUCK

AXES. 

It’s the lords fuck. 

Bro said fuck science. 

GASP. He’s killing his daughter. 

GASP X2! He foreshadowed this! HE SAID HE DIDNT CARE IF SHE DIED OMG I OMG OMG. 

Her dad is a cultist omg

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME OMGGGG

THE BLACK BOOK OMGGGGG

THE FUCKING- THE FUCKING DARK GODS!!! WIGGLY AND HIS FUCKERS

THE LORDS IN BLACK OMGGGGG

He already performed a ritual didn’t he

OMG HEAD IN THE CAR OMG GET IT

well shit there’s red lighting. 

shucks. nothing like traumatizing Corey and Mariah by killing their kid/parent

THE STARLIGHT THEATER (TGWDLM), THE MALL (Wiggly), OMG

Officer Shapiro eats. But NOT. Ben. 

Couldn’t avoid the tide pods huh? 

RIP Officer Shapiro, she was a bad bitch. 

bring about the apocalypse. The apotheosis is upon us. 

OH THAT HIT. 

ATEEE

HELLO FWENDY WENDSSSSS

I love them omggggg

OH GET IT CAUSE PETER IS RELATED TO TED AND THE TIME ONE. 

PALLY WALS!!!! 

OH MY GOD EVERYONE WHO’S A LORD HAS DIED. 

DROWSIE TOWNNNN

NO NEVER WHATEVER THEY WANT

why do I get Oompa Loompa vibes tho. 

WHAT DO YOU WANT STEPH!!!

Nooooooooo my boyyyyyyy

They’re fucking EATINGGGG. 

Oooooh they ate. 

Noooooooo my boyyyyyyy

IM CRYINGGGGGG. 

NOT A FUCKING REPRISE IM GONNA DIE

IM GONNA CRYYYY

I think I own that flannel. 

ANYWAY I’M BAWLING MY EYES OUT. 

OH MY GODDDDD

NOOOOOOOOO

OH MY GOD

IM FUCKING CRYING

IM CRYING

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Grace! Distraction! Yay! oh no. 

I hate this. 

Grace is so evil I love her. 

Sexxxx with a ghostttt-

ANGELA ATE THAT UP. 

Grace, you fucking queen. *Smokes a cigarette after sex.* 

LMAO HER CHASTITY GET IT. 

THAT ATE OMG MY BOY IS ALIVE OMG MY FAVORITE STRAIGHT COUPLE IS ALIVE!!! 

Rip Mayor Lauter, you were kinda hot. 

FUCK Clivesdale. 

OFFICER SHAPIROOOOO MY QUEEEN

OH MY GOD THE FIRST SPANKOVSKI MAN TO KNOW HOW TO DANCEEEEE

OH MY GOD ITS A POP PUNK REPRISE OMGGGG

oh this makes me smileeeeee

but the cliffhangers that come from Hatchetverse. What’s the twist. 

This homecoming flash mob is too good. I’m terrified. 

this is too good what’s happening. 

What’s the twist here. What is it. WHY IS THERE A BLACKOUT. 

THATS WHAT I THOUGHT. THATS WHAT I THOUGHT. 

aweeeeee this is gonna be bad. Yeah, get tricked Jason. 

She’s gonna kill him. 

Yup. the sequel: Horny Pervs Must Die. 

OH she’s a reverse succubus? 

YESSSSS TWIST ENDINGGGGG

DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE LMAOOOOO

Grace is psycho and I love her. 

Angela, my chaos hamster. 

WHO WILL PRAY FOR YOUUUUUU-

Darkness will spare my soul! 

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

ATEEEEEEE

THE FUCKING HATCHET SONG FOR THE CREDITS I LIIIIIVE!!!  

[1ts-izzy]

☆ i wish you still liked me

Robin walked past Finney to get to his locker, feeling a growing pain in his heart. Robin still remembered the day him and Finney stopped being friends perfectly.

It was late July, and the hot summer sun was beating down on Robin and Finney. The two boys were shooting rockets into the sky, marvelling at how high they flew.

Robin had noticed the way Finney started to look at him recently. It seemed more… affectionate then before. He payed no attention to it, thinking that Finney had just always looked at him like that.

After a few hours of launching rockets into the sky, Robin and Finney sat down next to each other on the dry patch of grass in the middle of the field they were in. Robin was talking about how his maths teacher was shit at explaining, and that Finney was the only one that could explain it properly.

All of a sudden, Finney leant over and gently kissed Robin. Robin had pulled back in shock, standing up and sprinting home whilst panicking about what his mama would think if she found out he kissed a boy.

Robin never spoke to Finney again after that, he was too embarrassed of how he acted. Robin loved Finney, and he had loved him since the day he met him. Almost every day Robin wished he could go back and change what had happened, but it was way too late now.

It had been almost a year since they stopped talking, and Robin missed Finney. Finney hung out with Donna now. They were always laughing together when Robin passed them in the halls. Robin hung out with Vance now, oftentimes watching him play pinball most days at the Grab 'n' Go.

Once Robin had got to first period, he overheard some girls in front of him talking about Finney and... Donna? He tried to listen in, leaning forward slightly. The girls gossiped about the fact that Finney was now dating Donna. Finney was actually dating Donna? Robin was shocked, he thought that maybe, just maybe, Finney still liked him.

Robin sat back in his chair, his heart felt like it had been ripped out of his body, crushed into tiny pieces and stuffed back into the open wound it had just been ripped out off. He continued to listen in to the girls talking about Finney and Donna. Robin was heartbroken, because he still loved Finney. Robin wished that he could go back in time to last year, the last time him and Finney had spoken. When Finney kissed him, and loved him. Not Donna.

[stardrama]

harvey headcannons || sdv

im love him and want him to have background and substance. these are kinda all over the place oop

***

harvey’s full name is harvey christopher erickson. his birthday is january 14th.

he’s the middle child of 3 siblings. he’s got an older brother (walter jr., who’s a 40 year old mechanical engineer) and a younger sister (christine, a 29 year old therapist). harvey himself is 35.

his dad (walter sr.) died when he was 43 from a heart attack. his mom’s name is donna and she’s still kicking at 63. she’s a waitress and calls each one of her kids every day.

im addition to being blind (rip), he also has really bad acid reflux.

his dad was a crop duster who also taught agricultural aviation. during the summer he would bring his kids to sit in classes because they couldn’t find/afford a babysitter for all three of them. harvey loved listening in, while walt would explore in the fields and christine would draw.

he and walt would have paper airplane contests to see who’s would fly the farthest.

as he got up into adulthood he kinda lost touch with walt, but grew closer to christine. she was the one who suggested he start going to therapy.

he got diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder and OCD when he was 28. christine definitely said “i told you so”

he was in marching band as a teen. he played saxophone.

he got engaged to his high school sweetheart, and they stayed together for a year after high school. she ended up cheating on him.

he almost died of alcohol poisoning when he was in med school. now he always drinks in moderation

he drives a honda CR-V.

he had a childhood dog named rascal (a lab mix). his mom brought it home one night after seeing it rummaging for scraps at the restaurant she was working at. he would read stories to him and talk about whatever was going on. walt would roughhouse with him. christine would pamper him. the dog died of old age years later, happy and healthy.

he loves history.

[spacefunclubs]

Actually makes me so upset looking up YouTube and Twitter in the Doctor Who and David Tennant tags and seeing so many transphobes and bigoted losers complain about the latest specials being "woke" over that small scene of Fourteen asking the Meep its pronouns and the metacrisis resolution between Donna and Rose.

It's actually so disheartening, seeing so many people missing the fucking point of Doctor Who, and these are also the same people who shat on Jodie's entire run bc BWAAAA, WAHMAN NO BE DOCTOR!!1!1! and lord knows what's gonna happen when Ncuti's run finally begins and what he'll have to endure with these bigoted losers with a huge ass victim complex. Doctor Who is a show that has been vocally anti-fascist since the beginning with episodes reflecting the UK recovering from the effects of WWII with the Daleks being a metaphor for Nazis, feminism, or hell, even episodes in the new run of Doctor Who way back when it started in 2005 talking about themes of slavery, government corruption, and even subtle LGBT+ themes with Jack Harkness being an openly flirtatious bisexual, Bill Potts being openly lesbian, and hell, even Martha being the first black companion in Doctor Who history (Bill being the second). Not to mention the Twelfth Doctor, who these "fans" claim they stopped watching the show after he regenerated but completely gloss over this fact, sucker punching a racist who was harassing Bill. Not to mention the Doctor as a whole character growing more love and empathy with every new regeneration and not being afraid to emotionally express themselves with love instead of having to hide it, something these "fans" fail to have or even see and understand. So yeah, your "pwecious wittle show" has always been this way, believe it or not!!

And I am SO tired of seeing posts of these bigots asking how much David Tennant got paid for saying that pronoun line or even seeing dumbass video thumbnails of David Tennant saying stupid shit like "RIP DOCTOR WHO" when these assholes gloss over the fact that not only would his character (or any incarnation of the Doctor in general) would HATE these types of people, but also David in general. This whole year, he has been openly showing his support for the LGBT+ community, ESPECIALLY trans and nonbinary folks, between pride pins, the "Leave Trans Kids Alone" shirt, and even voicing his support at certain conventions. AND not to mention his lips were on Michael Sheen in the last season of Good Omens this summer (and his character being a genderfluid demonic entity similar to the Doctor) AND even WAY before that (Richard II) AND playing a trans woman A WHOLE 3 decades ago WAY BEFORE his Doctor Who fame. So no, he wasn't paid to do this shit, he's been doing this for FREE, which is what it costs y'all to not be an asshole. And, not to boast, but when I met him at New York Comic Con last month, I felt so safe around him even with just those few moments when I met him. He's the most kind, humble, gentle hearted soul on this planet and basically the only celebrity I stan bc of all this, so no, I don't think he would support your ideals bc you're just sad and pathetic chronically online cry babies that never felt a touch of a real person.

So fucking tired of dudebros feeling like they're entitled to their "pwecious wittle show" over being "woke" (which BTW, that word has been so overused to death, I don't even think these people know what it even means anymore and just use it as a meaningless insult) when really, they're just coping and seething over the fact that this show ain't for them and wanna be angry for the sake of being angry. So by all means, fuck off and take your anger elsewhere bc we clearly don't need it and it's making me and every other sane fan uncomfortable with your unprovoked anger. It's a trend that I've seen grow between this fandom, the Star Wars fandom, or any other geek-centric fandom online ever since Trump was in power, and it's really sad to see this type of bigotry grow in fan spaces like this. Y'all are better than this, get some help.