#Rufus Groves

[the-rudolph-legacy-continued]

On her quest to get all the odds and ends needed to build her own simbot, Freddie headed into town as her garden was running out of spaces to dig up.

On route she drove past a protest at City Hall, but weather it was for or against radioactivity is anyone's guess in this town.

[ladyaislinn]

Full Cast & Crew: Episode #2.1 MIT Rufus....

Keri Russell will return as “The Diplomat” on Halloween. The Netflix drama series will debut all episodes of its second season on Oct. 31, the streamer revealed Thursday morning.

It will see Keri Russell and Rufus Sewell return as US ambassador Kate Wyler and her husband Hal, and will pick up shortly after the shocking events of the previous finale.

Rufus Sewell, in an interview with Esquire, expressed his enthusiasm for the series' continuation, saying, "I would like the show to continue as long as it can — with or without me. It's so well cast, it's such a fun show to be in, and it's one of those things that plays like it reads." (econimictimes)

Rufus Sewell as Hal Wyler – Status ?

The fate of Kate’s husband Hal, portrayed by Rufus Sewell, was left as a cliffhanger! He was within the range of Conservative MP Merritt Grove’s car explosion and it’s unclear if he is injured or dead.

Kommt er nun oder nicht? S. 2.E. 1 ? Zu Beginn der zweiten Staffel sagt Cahn: „Alles, was wir über die Wylers zu wissen glaubten, ändert sich, ebenso wie alles, was sie übereinander zu wissen glauben.“  Am 8. August teilte die Plattform auf Twitter einen kryptischen ersten Blick auf das neue Kapitel, in dem ein Soldat und eine vom Wind zerzauste Kate Wyler (Keri Russell) zu sehen sind, zusammen mit der Bildunterschrift: „Der Ruf kommt aus dem Haus. Staffel 2 von The Diplomat startet am 31. Oktober.“ Auf einem anderen Bild sieht man Wyler gestresst, wie sie sich gegen das Waschbecken in der Toilette eines schicken Lokals lehnt.

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Episode Description

In the last weeks of Opening Night, Hadley Fraser kindly sat down with us to talk about his experience with the show and to look back on some of his recent credits too. After graduating from the Royal Academy of Music, Hadley has proven himself to be one of the most versatile actors on the West End stage, taking on principal roles in both musicals and classic plays. Hadley has also worked extensively in regional theatre, championing venues like Chichester Festival Theatre, Sheffield Crucible and Manchester's Royal Exchange. During Josie Rourke's tenure at the Donmar Warehouse, he also worked closely with the Donmar team on a number of shows including Coriolanus, Saint Joan and City of Angels. The Donmar was also where he met his now-wife: Olivier nominee Rosalie Craig with whom they share a daughter. The couple still occasionally work together, most recently on a livestream of Stuart Matthew Price's Before After and we look forward to seeing the pair on stage again soon.

In this new interview, Hadley Fraser opens up about his experience as a performer and as a creative. He talks to us about his current experience of putting together Opening Night with Ivo Van Hove and discusses the importance of taking risks, even when in a difficult financial climate. He admits he was aware the show would split opinion but remained intrigued by the avant-garde director's vision of the show and shares his admiration for Wessex Grove Productions, Rufus Wainwright and Ivo Van Hove. As he prepares to take his final bows next month, he remains grateful for the time spent with this company as he looks ahead to life after Opening Night.

Opening Night runs at Gielgud Theatre until 18th May with tickets available NOW.https://open.spotify.com/episode/5EH6t9c1BwWoHdlScSsttEhttps://open.spotify.com/episode/5EH6t9c1BwWoHdlScSsttE

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Heart, We Did All That We Could

"Whatever is left of that house, of that town, I want no part in it."

It's been years since Rude's taken the train back to his old home town. Sixteen years, in fact, sixteen years building a life in the big city of Midgar as one of Rufus Shinra's best men. But a tragedy back home changes things, and suddenly Rude finds himself having to relive a past he's not entirely sure he's ready for. Maybe Ghysahl Grove's redheaded-tattoo artist can offer up some help......

Though as Rude's about to learn, things are never simple when Reno is involved.

Chapter one of my newest Reno x Rude longfic is now up, featuring Bodyguard Rude and Tattoo Artist Reno ❤️

[transfemgeorgecostanza]

I need to contact Rufus Wainwright‘s people and have him do Judy at the Grove next and have me guest on Purple People Eater or if he doesn’t wanna do the whole record he can just lend me his orchestra for a four minutes

[writerobscura]

Currently in a hotel, but I’m eager to get back home tomorrow and unveil a new episode. Over the next three episodes, we’ll delve into the enigmatic mind of Welletrix the Veragros, the head of the household. Brace yourself for a detailed exploration of the villa.

I made another cornball map of Villa Servi, a unique structure built after Hannibal’s failed invasion (when Rome amplified the colonization of the Alps). Magnus Servius spent most of his adult life finishing the two-story farmhouse after arriving there to oversee his grandfather’s planting of a walnut grove.

His son, Rufus, married an Alpine Celt and built the underground baths and side yard, where he planted glass panels in the grass to serve as skylights for the baths below. His son, Vitus, returned home with a Roman wife and focused his talents on walling in the plantation grounds and building a better village for his orchard workers, a testament to his innovative spirit.

Scipio Servius, the new scion of the villa, is fresh from the Gallic Wars. Every bit as talented as his forefathers, he’s contemplating the future of nearby Comum and has little time to change his ancestral home.

[screen1ne]

Full Casting Announced for World Premiere of OPENING NIGHT

Full Casting Announced for World Premiere of OPENING NIGHT #OpeningNight #SheridanSmith @openingnightuk

Wessex Grove, Gavin Kalin Productions and Playful Productions are delighted to announce full casting for the World Premiere of John Cassavetes’ OPENING NIGHT, a new musical with book by Ivo van Hove and music and lyrics by Rufus Wainwright.  Joining the previously announced Sheridan Smith as Myrtle, Hadley Fraser as Manny, Shira Haas asNancy, Nicola Hughes as Sarah, Amy…

[brookston]

Holidays 11.28

Holidays

Auto Race Day

Bedfordshire Day (UK)

Bukovina Day (Romania)

Constitution Day (Abkhazia)

Decorate Your Dog Day

Feast of the Miraculous Medal

Flag Day (Albania, Kosovo)

Giving News Day

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Heroes’ Day (Sri Lanka)

Honey Day (French Republic)

Hōonkō (Japan)

Hug a Furry Day

International Day of the Mediterranean

It’s Letter Writing Day

Make Your Own Head Day

Molossaphone Day (Republic of Molossia)

National Alan Day

National Big Time Rush Day

National Cole Day

National Day of the Deaf (Mexico)

National Madison Day

National Patrick Day

Nice Knee-High Socks Day (Japan)

Navy Day (Iran)

Red Planet Day

Republic Day (Burundi; Chad; Congo)

Royal Society Day

Skywriting Day

World Compassion Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cake Remembrance Day (Cakeland)

National French Toast Day

4th & Last Tuesday in November

Crypto Giving Tuesday [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

Giving Tuesday [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

National Day of Mourning (United American Indians of New England) [4th Tuesday]

Strange Names Day [Last Tuesday]

Throw Out Your Leftovers Day [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

Travel Deal Tuesday [Last Tuesday]

Independence Days

Albania (from the Ottoman Empire, 1912)

East Timor (from Portugal, 1975)

Francisville (Declared; 2008) [unrecognized]

Hawaii (from France & UK; 1843)

Mauritania (from France, 1960)

Panama (from Spain, 1821)

Westland Province Day (New Zealand)

Feast Days

Acacius, Hirenarchus, and companions, of Sebaste (Christian; Saint)

Ascension of `Abdu'l-Bahá (Bahá'í)

Blue Cheese Day (Pastafarian)

Catherine Labouré (Christian; Saint)

Emma (Anglican Church of Hawaii)

Feast of the Holy Sovereigns (Episcopal Diocese of Hawaii)

Herman of Alaska (The anniversary of his actual death; Eastern Orthodox)

James of the Marches (Christian; Saint)

Kamehameha and Emma (Episcopal Church (USA))

Moltar Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Our Lady of Kibeho (Christian; Saint)

Gregory III, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Morris Lewis (Artology)

Rufus (No. 8; Christian; Saint)

The Rural Dionysia (Fertility Festival to Dionysus; Ancient Greece)

Sophia’s Day (Pagan)

Space Ghost Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Stephen the Younger (Christian; Saint)

Waldo Woodpecker (Muppetism)

Washington (Positivist; Saint)

William Blake (Artology)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 22 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [22 of 24]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [65 of 71]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 55 of 60)

Premieres

The Banker’s Daughter (Disney Cartoon; 1927)

Before I Disappear (Film; 2014)

Bob the Builder (Kids TV Series; 1998)

Briefcase Full of Blues, by The Blues Brothers (Album; 1978)

Cats A-Weigh! (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)

Chip an’ Dale (Disney Cartoon; 1947)

A Christmas Carol (Film; 1951)

Christmas Time Is Here Again, by The Beatles (Fan Club Song; 1967)

Circus, by Britney Spears (Album; 2008)

The Continental Op, by Dashiell Hammett (Short Stories; 1930)

The CooCoo Nut Grove (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Down to Earth or Me and My Shatter (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 130; 1961)

Elvis: the Musical (London Musical; 1977)

Flight 714 to Sydney, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1968) [Tintin #22]

Grand Ole Opry (Radio/TV Music Series; 1925)

The Group, by Mary McCarthy (Novel; 1963)

Hittin’ the Trail for Hallelujah Land (WB MM Cartoon; 1931)

The Imitation Game (Film; 2014)

I Would Die 4 U, by Prince (Song; 1984)

Many a Thousand Gone or The Haul of Fame (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 129; 1961)

Meet Me in St. Louis (Film; 1944)

Misty of Chincoteague, by Marguerite Henry (Novel; 1947)

Nagina (Film; 1986)

Paddington (Film; 2014)

Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-Flat Major, “The Emperor Concerto,” by Ludwig Van Beethoven (Concerto; 1811)

Three Little Beers (Three Stooges short film; 1935)

Today’s Name Days

Berta, Gunther, Jakob (Austria)

Držislav, Jakov (Croatia)

René (Czech Republic)

Magdalene, Sophie (Denmark)

Laima, Niina, Raima (Estonia)

Heini, Kaisla (Finland)

Jacques (France)

Albrecht, Berta, Jakob (Germany)

Irinarhos (Greece)

Stefánia (Hungary)

Fausta (Italy)

Lukrēcija, Olita, Rīta, Vita (Latvia)

Rimgaudas, Rufas, Vakarė (Lithuania)

Ruben, Rut (Norway)

Gościrad, Grzegorz, Jakub, Lesław, Lesława, Rufin, Zdzisław (Poland)

Irinarh, Stefan (Romania)

Henrieta (Slovakia)

Catalina, Jaime, Santiago, Urbano (Spain)

Malte (Sweden)

Rad, Radomyr (Ukraine)

Nola, Nolan, Nolana, Norton (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 332 of 2024; 33 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 48 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 1 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 16 (Geng-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 15 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 15 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 2 Zima; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 15 November 2023

Moon: 98%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 24 Frederic (12th Month) [Washington]

Runic Half Month: Is (Stasis) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 66 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 7 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Ruis (Elder) [Celtic Tree Calendar; Month 13 of 13]

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 11.28

Holidays

Auto Race Day

Bedfordshire Day (UK)

Bukovina Day (Romania)

Constitution Day (Abkhazia)

Decorate Your Dog Day

Feast of the Miraculous Medal

Flag Day (Albania, Kosovo)

Giving News Day

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Heroes’ Day (Sri Lanka)

Honey Day (French Republic)

Hōonkō (Japan)

Hug a Furry Day

International Day of the Mediterranean

It’s Letter Writing Day

Make Your Own Head Day

Molossaphone Day (Republic of Molossia)

National Alan Day

National Big Time Rush Day

National Cole Day

National Day of the Deaf (Mexico)

National Madison Day

National Patrick Day

Nice Knee-High Socks Day (Japan)

Navy Day (Iran)

Red Planet Day

Republic Day (Burundi; Chad; Congo)

Royal Society Day

Skywriting Day

World Compassion Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cake Remembrance Day (Cakeland)

National French Toast Day

4th & Last Tuesday in November

Crypto Giving Tuesday [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

Giving Tuesday [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

National Day of Mourning (United American Indians of New England) [4th Tuesday]

Strange Names Day [Last Tuesday]

Throw Out Your Leftovers Day [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

Travel Deal Tuesday [Last Tuesday]

Independence Days

Albania (from the Ottoman Empire, 1912)

East Timor (from Portugal, 1975)

Francisville (Declared; 2008) [unrecognized]

Hawaii (from France & UK; 1843)

Mauritania (from France, 1960)

Panama (from Spain, 1821)

Westland Province Day (New Zealand)

Feast Days

Acacius, Hirenarchus, and companions, of Sebaste (Christian; Saint)

Ascension of `Abdu'l-Bahá (Bahá'í)

Blue Cheese Day (Pastafarian)

Catherine Labouré (Christian; Saint)

Emma (Anglican Church of Hawaii)

Feast of the Holy Sovereigns (Episcopal Diocese of Hawaii)

Herman of Alaska (The anniversary of his actual death; Eastern Orthodox)

James of the Marches (Christian; Saint)

Kamehameha and Emma (Episcopal Church (USA))

Moltar Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Our Lady of Kibeho (Christian; Saint)

Gregory III, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Morris Lewis (Artology)

Rufus (No. 8; Christian; Saint)

The Rural Dionysia (Fertility Festival to Dionysus; Ancient Greece)

Sophia’s Day (Pagan)

Space Ghost Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Stephen the Younger (Christian; Saint)

Waldo Woodpecker (Muppetism)

Washington (Positivist; Saint)

William Blake (Artology)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 22 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [22 of 24]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [65 of 71]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 55 of 60)

Premieres

The Banker’s Daughter (Disney Cartoon; 1927)

Before I Disappear (Film; 2014)

Bob the Builder (Kids TV Series; 1998)

Briefcase Full of Blues, by The Blues Brothers (Album; 1978)

Cats A-Weigh! (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)

Chip an’ Dale (Disney Cartoon; 1947)

A Christmas Carol (Film; 1951)

Christmas Time Is Here Again, by The Beatles (Fan Club Song; 1967)

Circus, by Britney Spears (Album; 2008)

The Continental Op, by Dashiell Hammett (Short Stories; 1930)

The CooCoo Nut Grove (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Down to Earth or Me and My Shatter (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 130; 1961)

Elvis: the Musical (London Musical; 1977)

Flight 714 to Sydney, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1968) [Tintin #22]

Grand Ole Opry (Radio/TV Music Series; 1925)

The Group, by Mary McCarthy (Novel; 1963)

Hittin’ the Trail for Hallelujah Land (WB MM Cartoon; 1931)

The Imitation Game (Film; 2014)

I Would Die 4 U, by Prince (Song; 1984)

Many a Thousand Gone or The Haul of Fame (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 129; 1961)

Meet Me in St. Louis (Film; 1944)

Misty of Chincoteague, by Marguerite Henry (Novel; 1947)

Nagina (Film; 1986)

Paddington (Film; 2014)

Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-Flat Major, “The Emperor Concerto,” by Ludwig Van Beethoven (Concerto; 1811)

Three Little Beers (Three Stooges short film; 1935)

Today’s Name Days

Berta, Gunther, Jakob (Austria)

Držislav, Jakov (Croatia)

René (Czech Republic)

Magdalene, Sophie (Denmark)

Laima, Niina, Raima (Estonia)

Heini, Kaisla (Finland)

Jacques (France)

Albrecht, Berta, Jakob (Germany)

Irinarhos (Greece)

Stefánia (Hungary)

Fausta (Italy)

Lukrēcija, Olita, Rīta, Vita (Latvia)

Rimgaudas, Rufas, Vakarė (Lithuania)

Ruben, Rut (Norway)

Gościrad, Grzegorz, Jakub, Lesław, Lesława, Rufin, Zdzisław (Poland)

Irinarh, Stefan (Romania)

Henrieta (Slovakia)

Catalina, Jaime, Santiago, Urbano (Spain)

Malte (Sweden)

Rad, Radomyr (Ukraine)

Nola, Nolan, Nolana, Norton (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 332 of 2024; 33 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 48 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 1 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 16 (Geng-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 15 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 15 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 2 Zima; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 15 November 2023

Moon: 98%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 24 Frederic (12th Month) [Washington]

Runic Half Month: Is (Stasis) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 66 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 7 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Ruis (Elder) [Celtic Tree Calendar; Month 13 of 13]

[breckstonevailskier]

Yeah, after years in the sterile and cold environments of the Woods and Sage Grove, those other kids would definitely feel like a sigh of relief for Sam. (And if you think about it, he has reasons not to trust Marie and Andre because they inadvertently got him recaptured on his escape attempt in episode 1.)

(@heronamedhawks Sidenote, this appears to be Rufus's friend group.)

https://www.ksitetv.com/gen-v/gen-v-episode-7-spoilers-sick-with-a-guest-from-the-boys/244074/?amp=1

As anyone who watched the preview could tell, the family emergency for Andre happens to involve his dad since he was the person on the stretcher in the ambulance.

Cate "taking back control" probably means her realizing that her pills are the reason for the brain aneurysms she has when she over-exerts herself, and that the pills are a means for Shetty to control her (since by dampening her telepathy, she can't read Shetty's head and discover her secrets).

It's pretty apparent that one of these things Marie is going to find she has in common with Neuman is the fact they both are orphans from Red River who killed their parents in accidents relating to their powers (Hughie actually briefly scrolled past a picture of Marie in The Boys season 3 when he went to Red River to research Neuman's past after he saw Neuman kill a childhood friend of hers from there).

And since we know Shetty is plotting a Supe genocide, we'll probably learn her motivations as to why she's doing this. (That might even be why we had those trailer shots of Polarity being hospitalized, as Shetty could have used him as Patient Zero for releasing her virus into the open.)

[the-rudolph-legacy-continued]

Noel decided to shoot his shot with Rosa and Rufus remains the best hype man in the family.

[tinotika-arts]

[Hey Trahearne, I’m here finally. It’s been a few rough years but uh... We did it. 

There’s so much I want to tell you. I didn’t have time to visit, I’m sorry. All the stuff happening with the dragons and the void... I hope you can forgive me. And this shabby grave I made for you. I know your brothers and sisters made one in the Grove but it’s too.. public. 

I wish I had been better. Smarter. So I could have you by my side watching this sunrise. It’s a short reprieve, only the world knows what next crisis is going to come. But I’ll be glad if it takes its own sweet time, just so I can.. be here. For a little longer.]

---

Alexander Rufus returns to a private grave to report Trahearne. He doesn’t know that he’s been by his side, every step of the way.

Aka I just wanted some angst today.

[adalz]

For the Summer Solstice collaboration hosted by @odmlevis! Thank you for letting me join! ☀️🎣

pairing - fisher! Zeke x nymph! reader / Zeke x Reader (she/her)

summary - On a hot summer afternoon, Zeke decides to go fishing and makes a forbidden encounter.

content warnings - fluff, kind of modern! au, kind of mythology! au, suggestive, very brief mention of reader characteristics (round-faced; skin kissed by the sun)

word count - 4.5k

a/n - first part is Zeke’s pov / second part is yours ~ this piece is brought to you by the entire Poses album by Rufus Wainwright, and more particularly by the Greek Song / funky enough this (this ↓ ) somewhat talks about Greek mythology, oh isn’t it fitting?

The Mortal

“Don’t you forget something?” said a voice behind Zeke, stopping him in the middle of the wide steps of the country house.

He turned around from the bottom of the steps. Dina, in the shadow of her house's large front door, was looking at her son. She tilted her head to the side, slightly tapping her cheek with a slender finger.

He ran up the stairs, smiling, and said softly to her, “I'll be home before sundown, mother.”

“That doesn't stop you from kissing your mother goodbye.”

He took off his hat as he crossed the threshold, immediately embraced by the darkness and coolness wafting through the house. But here was the thing: it had been almost a week since Zeke alighted at the small-town station of his childhood home, back on his mother's estate, and a week locked inside the house to hide from the sun was a week too long. The academic had caught the first train to get away from the capital and enjoy the little respite he was given in the summer, and he refused to stay stuck in the house for another afternoon.

He placed a soft kiss on Dina's cheek, and she stroked his cheek affectionately, the fabric of her summer dress tickling down his neck. Her pale skin betrayed her confinement, stating the refusal to expose herself to the burning rays of the summer sun. Instead, she chose to hide behind the heavy curtains of the huge windows to protect herself from the oppressive heat of harsh days. She, who had grown up in the south of the Island where the heat waves were common in the summer, had difficulty tolerating the great warmth. Zeke, on the other hand, loved nothing more than to be rocked by the fiery breaths of the earth.

“Mr. Ksaver probably prepared the boat and set up your fishing gear like you asked him to this morning,” she said, smoothing out the collar of her son's shirt, “he should be waiting for you on the dock.”

“I’ll see you tonight, Mother.”

Zeke tore himself away from his mother's embrace, throwing himself back into the scorching air of the early afternoon summer. He walked down the steps again, already taking the direction of the park behind the house.

“Don’t forget to wear your hat, buttercup!” he heard Dina say behind him. He turned around one last time, giving a look to his mother's silhouette and waved his hand.

The short walk through the park to the back of the property was already making him sweat under his shirt. The green grass of a bygone spring had given way to a yellowed carpet and only the flowers in the bushes offered some life to the garden. The sun was blazing, beating down on his temples, and he hurried toward the grove. There, he took the small, shady dirt track that would lead him down to the valley river, to its cool, clear water, and to the old boathouse with its wooden dock.

The temperature there was already more pleasant, sheltered by the small wood edging the river's banks, the sunrays thinned by the leaves of the trees. He walked down the path, and before he could discern the aged wood slats of the boathouse, he heard the flow of the water, the lapping licking up the banks. Hidden by the ceaseless song of the cicadas, he thought he heard a laugh.

He raised his head toward the sound but saw no one. Perhaps it was coming from downstream, a shout from a hunter or some villagers who came to seek the coolness of the river. 

“There you are!” greeted Tom when he noticed Zeke coming his way. The man rose from the edge of the dock where he was seated and came to tap him on the shoulder.

“What a heat today, son!”

Tom helped him settle into the small wooden boat, briefly taking inventory of the fishing gear.

“Ah, indeed!” Zeke said with a smile. “But I’d much rather suffer the summer heat than be cooped up one more day in this house. I need some fresh air.”

“You're quite right. Enjoy it while you can!”

“And I'm convinced it will do you the world of good! You will be back with a clear head to work on your thesis!”

Zeke crinkled up his nose at the comment.

“Absolutely,” he replied, pushing the boat off the dock with a kick.

“Oh, and Zeke,” Tom called out to him, “be careful out there!”

“Careful?” Zeke laughed, grabbing the oar, and already moving away from the dock. “You're hurting my feelings, Tom! I know I’m certainly not the best swimmer on this Island, but still, I'm not going to drown!”

“I don't doubt it," the older man said, louder, for him to hear his words, “but I heard some odd rumors in town a few days ago. About accidents.”

“Accidents? Here, at the river? I don't understand-...”

“The Bott's son disappeared,” he shouted, “nobody knows what happened to him. The poor boy went hunting and never came back! All sorts of stories are going around, you can imagine! Not that I would give in to any of the wild rumors but be sure to keep an eye out!”

“Understood!” Zeke shouted back, waving at his friend, whose figure was already disappearing into the distance. 

Letting the force of the water pull on his arms as he sank his oar into the water, Zeke remained a moment lost in his thoughts. He imagined what kind of rumors were going around about this place.

The river’s current was weak, letting the boat sail gently on the flow. The air here was breathable. Humid. Silent. Devoid of the plaintive ticking of clocks. Of the clattering of his mother’s China dishes. Of her obsessive questions about his thesis and his studies. About female suitors and marriage. He needed to get away from it, just to clear his mind. To let himself be overwhelmed by limpid, shallow thoughts.

Zeke set up his tackle, fixing the bait to the hook at the end of the fishing rod. His hands recalled the exercise without difficulty, faint memories guiding him through each step, in a calm, almost instinctive rhythm. It was Tom who taught him how to fish, when he was still a boy, taking him out on the river and showing him every knot, every technique he had himself learned from his father. It wasn't something Grisha had ever been interested in anyway. 

He always found something exciting about fishing, the building of a curious anticipation. It was not the result that mattered to him, but the surprise of the achievement. The excitement of the line suddenly stretching. He cast his line out, fixed it to the boat's support so his hands were free.

The heady freshness of the water flowing beneath the hull made him drowsy. Tiredness was weighing down his limbs and the weather from the last few days was stifling. Taking advantage of this respite, he settled down comfortably, arms behind his head, taking off his hat. Slowly, he surrendered to somnolence, flames of the sun licking his face behind his closed eyelids, the warm breeze caressing his face.

He probably fell asleep, he realized only as he came back to his senses. Something had pulled him from his torpor - it was a voice, sweet bursts of laughter, like the one he heard before, back on the shady bank. As he opened heavy lidded eyes, Zeke straightened up a bit. He was getting closer to a song, a sweet and saccharine melody. At first, he thought of a villager, but the unique voice had a feminine tone, and he knew that few women ventured so far away from town, or at least, never alone.

The voice was getting closer, or perhaps it was he who was getting closer. He couldn’t assert with conviction as he suddenly felt lost, senses drowned by this melody that transported him into another realm.

And then, at the riverbend, he felt an arrow run through his heart. Here, the current was slower as the river widened, marking the riverbank of coves of still water. Like wildflowers growing in a windy garden, a field of water lilies spotted the water mirror with their pale flowers, rooting in the shallow water.

He stood still; his breath stuck in his throat. Some distance in front of him, among light and flowers, a woman was bathing. Naked as the first woman, her skin kissed by the sun and strands of hair sticking to her round face, she was playing with the lapping of the water, in a vibrant innocence, oblivious to the eyes intently running over her.

Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was he having a heatstroke? He thought of an apparition, an ethereal being taking human form to punish him. But there was no punishment. How could it be? Never a punishment had been so sweet. She was magnificently, so glorious, of a rare, mystical beauty, her skin shining like precious stones under the reflections of the sun.

Of all the women he was ever given to see, of all the suitresses he had been presented to, he had never, ever, seen such a beautiful creature. She was half immersed in the cool water, droplets sliding down on her body, caressing the shape of her breasts. Tied in her hair, a myriad of flowers fell like a waterfall down her backbone, skimming over the arch of her lower back. She was singing a song to herself, speaking in a whisper to herself, laughing with a cheerful tone to herself. And her face was turned toward the sky, lonely eyes looking beyond the treetops. She was splendid, inhabited by an incredible solitude.

He understood suddenly, shaken by a sweet revelation, that it was no mere woman. But the one that he had sought for his whole life. The one he had waited for in his loneliness. The one he dreamed of at night, when lives were fading away and he let himself die in the torpor of the night. It was you.

The Naiad

Perhaps it was the sound of the small boat hitting the ripples that pulled you out of your recital, or perhaps it was that sensation of having been seen, of being watched. You turned abruptly, responding to your instinct, and, in the horror of the realization, you saw a man. He was alone, his eyes, the colors of the sky, open wide on you. Alone on his wooden boat, he was equipped like the villagers, those who caught the fish offered by the river.

For a second, you thought one of them came to visit you. His disheveled garment was tight around the shape of his shoulder, and his golden hair reminded you of the stories your sisters used to whisper about. But he was sweating - his hair was stuck to his nape from the heat. On the surface of the water, his pleasant image was reflecting with panic. He was no Olympian.

The realization that a mortal was seeing you as you were seeing him abruptly struck you. And if the doubt about his nature had deprived you of a few seconds to react, conscientious not to anger a god, you suddenly stepped back.

He seemed to be panic-stricken at your sudden movement, and as if distraught, he stood up on his boat, seeing you trying to run away.

“Wait, don't go!” he shouted, holding out an arm toward you.

His voice echoed an instant between the trees, ricocheting off the water to you. The sudden movement broke the balance of the small boat on the clear water, tilting dangerously, dragging his weight backwards. He tried to catch himself, grabbing the wooden edge of the boat, but it didn't have the anticipated effect; the boat flipped over, sending him overboard. The last thing you saw, before his body slammed into the cold river water, was the panic in his eyes.

Like a mother protecting her child, the river swallowed him whole. You knew the punishment for looking at one of her beloved daughters all too well, although you never experienced it. It was the first time you saw a man - you rarely ventured far from your sisters’ presence. But this time, it was they who had failed you, leaving you all alone as they swam to the river source, up in the mountains, catching the freshness of the flows with their hands. 

Perhaps he would manage to swim with the current, all the way downstream, toward the sea. Perhaps the river, full of grace and goodness, would let him reach the bank. Perhaps he would find help.

But you did not see him surface. The swirls of the waves calmed down, making his presence disappear under water. Seconds passed, carrying his little boat and his belongings along the waves. Small bubbles came to agitate the water mirror for a moment, then, a last breath reached you.

For a strange reason, you felt your heart clench as you imagined his panicked eyes losing consciousness in your mother's arms. Perhaps you lacked pugnacity against your own heart. You could only remember the story of the mortal who could not be saved, the one your sisters kept on talking about. But in your head, a sweet injustice resounded; he had seen no goddess bathing. It was only you. Perhaps you could do something.

You dove into the water. The river welcomed you, sliding you along the calm flow, and you only had to make a few movements before reaching the man's form. At first, you didn't dare get too close, for fear of being fooled, but his lack of liveliness was alarming.

He was immobile, as if repressed by the swells, drawn into the depths of the river. His body was beginning a gentle descent that would soon lead him to the underworld. You approached him then. From his body was emanating a gentle warmth, clashing with the temperature of the river. Hidden by his golden locks, you made out his face, and curious to see his eyes again, you brought your fingers to his cheek, clearing his forehead. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly parted letting escape the tiniest bubbles of oxygen. Already, his skin was not as flushed as you remembered it, glistening under the sun. Perhaps he was already dying. The river whistled in your ears; your fault.

Wrapping your arms around his chest, you pulled his body toward the surface. He was warmer, heavier than the other nymphs you used to play with. As you swam up, the water grew tepid, warmed by the sun. Yet his body was giving out a strange protest, growing heavier with each flutter of your feet. You kept kicking your legs, unable to use your arms, hoping to reach the bank before it was too late.

You finally tiptoed over the pebbles of the riverbed, moving as fast as possible. As soon as you could, you pulled his head out of the water, drawing his body into the shallow cove, his skin resting against yours. Exhausted, you fell over on the edge of the waves, the fatigue leaving you half emerged, unable to make another move.

You gently laid his head on your lap and carefully cleared his face with an insecure hand, tucking a golden strand of his hair behind his ear. He was awfully pale, his skin a shade like the winter sky. You never wished more to know how mortals worked; you had no idea what to do to make him open his opal eyes again.

It didn't take away from his beauty. His face was graceful, strikingly beautiful. With your fingertips, you drew along his high nose, skimming down his cupid's bow, along his full, plump lips. You wondered if all men were like him. Maybe it was why your sisters would not let you go near them. For they were all as beautiful as the gods. 

You thought back to your confusion about who he was, and decided that your sisters could only admit your misunderstanding if they were to see him. The mistake seemed plausible. But strangely, you frowned at the idea of showing them the mortal.

Entranced by his features, you barely noticed the trembling of his chest, the catch in his throat. He suddenly started coughing, straightening up abruptly. You didn't make a move as you saw him give back to the river the water in his lungs.

Finally, you decided to lean toward him, captivated by the path his spine formed between his shoulder blades, there, under his soaked shirt, and ran your hand down his back, patting lightly. You had no idea what you were doing. You felt him stiffen at the touch of your hand - he was out of breath, moaning slightly as he ran a hand across his throat.

Suddenly coming back to his senses, he sat up, thrusting his hands into the water to regain his balance. In silence, you gazed at his profile, at the sharpness of his jaw and at his nose starting too high between his eyes and as he looked over the forest, his eyes widened. You leaned slightly toward his face to catch a glimpse of the mesmerizing blue of his pupils, and ever so cautiously, his gaze met yours.

As the words tumbled around in your head, you saw his glance move slowly down your neck, further down, to your lower abdomen. He suddenly raised his head, letting a few droplets fall from his hair. You let out a laugh at his sudden lively behavior.

He was wearing the same expression he had on the boat. Stunned. Washed over. His body, close to yours, although it had been torn from your skin, was filled with a strange warmth. He who earlier had made the water vibrate with a sudden cry, finally spoke, in a whisper that not even the river could hear.

‘Who are you?’

His lips remained somewhat parted, the question slipping off his tongue, running like a drip over his mouth. You smiled at his gentle query; only mortals were to ask with whom they were talking.

“You were lucky,” you said pragmatically. You gently touched a water lily floating by with your fingertips, “It was only me.”

When you looked up, he was staring at you with his brow furrowed. Slightly, he moved his face closer to yours.

“Only you...,” he repeated, blissfully.

It seemed like he was trying to understand something by looking intently at your face. “Could it be that you are...,” he paused, his hands still underwater and eyes transfixed on you, “a goddess?”

Your eyes widened, shocking words echoing in your chest like sweet flattery, and you burst out laughing.

“A goddess!” you exclaimed. He was standing still, staring at you with an eyebrow raised at the giggly sound of your voice. Finally breaking through his confusion, he followed your lead, grinning at the sight of you, at your gentle mockery.

“Cease your flattery, mortal,” you eventually answered with a smile in your voice. “Fortunately for you, I’m hardly a goddess.” You paused, remembering the whispers about the hunter boy's story told by your sisters, “Stumbling across a goddess as she bathes… You might have been changed into a stag in turn!”

“I'm not sure I understand...” he told you in confidence. His innocence seemed pure, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest as his eyes lingered on you. You never would have thought a man could have so much power within his eyes. With his ridiculous questions and with his soft looks, he only made himself admirably lovely.

Caught up in a languorous impulse, letting yourself be charmed by his sweet words, you brought your hand to hover over his cheek. With your fingertips, you touched one of his curls and placed it behind his ear.

For a moment, he stayed still, letting you graze over his skin, then he stretched his arm in turn. But the sudden movement startled you - you withdrew your hand abruptly, bringing your arm to your chest. He suspended his gesture, and his eyes were intoxicating. 

He smiled at you, the sun playing with his hair, its rays streaming down his shoulders, into the open gaps of his shirt. He had brought beauty into existence, the sun so high above his shoulders, making him shine so bright that you felt your own skin warm up, even before the touch of his fingers. You felt feverish with the sight of him, setting every inch of your body ablaze.

Slowly taking his outstretched arm, you gently placed his palm on your forehead, hoping he would feel the fever burning inside of you, and he slid his fingers down your cheek. Oddly, your gesture made him sigh, his eyes sometimes breaking away from yours, captivated by your lips.

“Tell me the truth,” he pleaded, “am I dead? Is this Paradise?”

“I'm afraid you are mistaken,” you said, running your fingers over his as they rested against your cheek. “We are both very much alive.”

“You're the most magnificent woman I was ever given to lay my eyes on,” he whispered, bodies coming dangerously close to each other. But everything, everything was peculiarly exhilarating, from the soft warmth of the sun radiating from his skin, to the faint scent of the water in his hair.

“I’m afraid you're mistaken again,” you simply repeated, certain that your laugh had caressed his lips. 

You were no woman, but a deity, flesh and bones fed from the earth, daughter of Nature herself, adored and cherished by the gods and hidden away from the mortals’ greed. But the words died on your lips.

He was offering himself to you as he would have offered himself to a goddess, the winter river color of his eyes staring hungrily into yours, as no one ever did before him. So, hidden by the forest, by the flowered cove of water lilies, you brought your lips to his.

His fingers slightly tightened against your face, melting under your touch. He closed his eyes, as if he were tasting the moment with his lips. You felt a summer storm rising in your stomach as his hand slid over the skin of your waist, gripping at your skin and drawing you closer to him. 

His hand dipped under the water to cup your flesh and you let out a little moan as he gently tugged your thighs and pulled you into his lap, locking them on his hips. In response, you let your fingers trace his arms, sliding to his collarbone before moving down to his chest, his stomach, hovering over his groin.

With both hands resting against his soaked shirt, you felt his muscles tighten under your touch. You tore yourself away from his lips, lowering your head between the small space between the two of you. He tried to catch your mouth again, adorably greedy, leaning his face toward yours, but you denied him.

With great caution, your fingers slipped between the buttonholes of his shirt, brushing at the tender skin underneath, his muscles contracted at your touch. Drowned in this recklessness, you slid one of the small buttons under your fingers, opening the shirt to sink your whole hand in.

The scene was delightful, as he came undone under your every move, drunk on you. Before you could carry out your plan to deprive him of his garment, he grabbed your chin between two fingers, refocusing your attention on him, on the ablaze desire in his eyes.

He filled the distance between you, his nose brushing against your skin as he peppered your face with kisses. Adventurous lips slipped down your neck, leaving honeyed kisses on your throat, sweet inspirations dancing on your skin. It was tickling, short breaths and giggles leaving your mouth and you felt him smile through the jolts of his chin against you.

Overwhelmed by the soft sensation of his hands gently cupping your breasts, fingers playing with the perky buds, your giggles turned into groans, desire taking over in an allegro of words broken by shuddering breaths. Your arms came behind his neck, hands playing with the hair on his nape, and you hungrily claimed back his lips.

He grunted against your mouth, and kissed you harder, his tongue pushing between your lips. He took a breath against your nose, as if it were the first one he had ever taken. Oxygen flooded in turn in your mind. You were awake.

Among sweet touches and primal desire, the thought of it all abruptly struck you; you knew it was forbidden, forbidden looks and caresses, and you could only imagine the consequences - for him, to have laid hands on one of you. But there was something delirious about the taste of his mouth, the jolt of his chin and his hands that kept on caressing the most sensitive spots of your skin, taking everything, everything they could. You were losing your mind - if only... If only you could...

Suddenly submerged by panic, you pushed him away. Somewhere along the riverbanks, someone was calling an unknown name, making the birds fly up into the sky. An unfamiliar name that made him frown. A name that fitted him so well. His name.

But there was no time for that, no time to whisper the name against his lips. You had to flee as fast as possible, you had to dive into the river and disappear. You tore yourself away from him, getting up but a hand grabbed your arm. 

He was behind you, his body already sinking into the river. In his opal eyes, you saw panic and an unfounded fear.

“I cannot stay,” you said nervously, your face turned toward the voice in the forest. It was getting closer.

“At least tell me your name, tell me when I’ll see you again...”, he pleaded, for the second time that day.

“I cannot-...”

“Please!” he said, grabbing both your hands.

His eyes were clouded with an absurd veil, altering their intoxicating color. Tenderly, you brought your hand to the back of his neck and drew him against you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Come back tomorrow,” you softly said in his ear.

“I have no idea where we are. I have no idea where my boat is. And I can't see anything; I lost my glasses in the river,” he mumbled in the crook of your neck. His arms were crossed in the middle of your back, holding you so close, so safe as if you were going to shutter. Or run away. 

Your hand went back and forth on his neck, twisting in little strands of his hair.  You breathed, gently against his cheek: “Travel upstream from the water mill. Look for the confluence of the valley river and the thin creek that comes down from the mountains. Go upstream until you find the coves eating up the bank. Wait for me where the flowers bloom. I'll go look for your glasses at the bottom of the river.” To seal your words, you took his hand and laid it against your heart.

“Come back tomorrow,” you repeated. He raised his head, hair brushing against your cheek and his eyes dived into yours one last time. With a last brush of your lips against his, you finally said, “and I'll tell you everything you want to know, Zeke.”

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I listened to Carly Rae Jepsen ‘s new album The Loneliest Time

This chick is the Canadian Queen of Pop. I do not think this album is her best but it is really good. It’s a great vibe. So Groovy. And I love the organization the transitions feel clean. Also, I really enjoyed the production. Carly’s vocals are always on point. Her lyrics are simple but paint a picture. There a few tracks I will add to my rotation and I would not mind this album on a road trip.

I’ll give you my thoughts on each track:

Surrender My Heart

Wow what a introduction to this album! This song is so sweet. She makes this seem easy

Joshua Tree

This song is a vibeeeeeee.

Talking to Yourself

This song is already in my steady rotation. Love it 🥰

Far Away

I actually really like the production of this track. Feels very mid late 80s wide. I like wide grandiose music but not overpowering. Like it just sits neatly and serves its purpose.

Sideways

Cute song.

Beach House

Already in my rotation. Lol this song is so cute. A good summer song.

Bends

I like this song and I like the placement on the album. It feels like a great transition into the middle of the album.

Western Winds

I like this song. I think it flows neatly from Bends. It’s chill.

So Nice

This song is a groove. I love a wakawakawaka guitar grove. This is a great intro into the 3rd quarter of the album

Bad Thing Twice

Love this transition from so Nice to this song. Ugh this album arrangement is so clean. Love this song. Love the bass line. 👌

Shooting Star

Again great closer to the groovy section of the album.

Go Find Yourself or Whatever

I like this song. A good cool down song.

The Loneliest Time (feat. Rufus Wainwright)

Just a disco groove. The tiktok snippet isn’t the same as the song. But it is a good sound-byte.

Anxious (Bonus track)

Love the vibe. This is going to sound weird but the production feels like running your hand over alligator skin and hitting a large flexible sheet of metal.

No Thinking Over the Weekend (Bonus track)

Aww I like the production. The twirly sound and with the wind instruments. Creates such a dream vibe.

Keep Away

I really like this song. Definitely a subtly sexy song. I like it. Again I love that wakawaka guitar. Groovy.

[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

Kyouraku Shunsui x Ukitake Jyuushirou [♥]

Carole & Tuesday

Carole Stanley x Tuesday Simmons

Cyborg 009

Jet Link (002) x Albert Heinrich (004)

Digimon

Ishida Yamato x Yagami Taichi [♥]

Dragon Ball

Goku x Vegeta

Durarara!!

Celty Sturluson x Kishitani Shinra

Kadota Kyohei x Izaya Orihara

Fairy Tails

Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

FullMetal Alchemist

Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang [♥]

Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

[motownfiction]

♫ sadie, will, daniel, charlie

this ask has doyles in it 😭

either way!

for ✨sadie✨

1. you didn't have to be so nice // the lovin' spoonful

2. true colors // cyndi lauper

3. live and die // the avett brothers

4. baobabs // regina spektor (btw remind me to tell you about my theory about le petit prince and a certain character in a certain novel)

5. in a big country // big country

6. cinderella // the four preps

7. everybody got their something // nikka costa (i'm sure i've used this song for her before, but it is just so quintessentially sadie)

8. don't carry it all // the decemberists

9. middle of nowhere // hot hot heat

10. keep the customer satisfied // simon & garfunkel

for ✨will✨

1. the hardest button to button // the white stripes

2. devils haircut // beck

3. pets // porno for pyros

4. handle with care // traveling wilburys

5. everybody's talkin' // harry nilsson

6. the great pretender // the platters

7. reject // green day

8. boys don't cry // the cure

9. i wanna be your dog // the stooges

10. kick out the jams // mc5

for ✨daniel✨

1. girls // beastie boys

2. round here // counting crows

3. coconut grove // the lovin' spoonful

4. hanky panky // tommy james & the shondells

5. brian wilson // barenaked ladies

6. only the good die young // billy joel

7. gone daddy gone // violent femmes

8. save me // aimee mann

9. i get around // the beach boys

10. hello operator // the white stripes

for 😔charlie😔

1. hey you // pink floyd

2. oh what a world // rufus wainwright

3. i wanna be adored // the stone roses

3. spirit // the waterboys

4. i can't get started // ella fitzgerald

5. steady, as she goes // the raconteurs

6. busby berkeley dreams // the magnetic fields

7. moonshadow // cat stevens

8. under the folding branches // the veils

9. tempted // squeeze

10. look what you've done // jet