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straydogingodshotcar · 7 months ago

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CHAPTER 1

the big bang

He stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom. His mostly black hair with the bleached stripe in front where the blue dye faded completely. His eyes looked weirdly brown in this lighting. What was he doing again? Right! Music. Can't forget the music, otherwise he doubted he’d make it to school alive. “We’ll meet again” by.. ahh, who cares. He could never remember the names of musicians.

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Spencer wasn't the most likable guy in his school, he was considered “too cocky” or “too loud” most of his life. He never understood why, since most of the time he was actually quite off the record. Hell, he had his headphones on 24/7 and didn't even really talk to his friends in class. Maybe it was because when he did he was loud. He didn’t know how to regulate his volume so it was like a bass boosted rave worthy noise when he talked. It didn’t help that he played sports and was extremely competitive. Maybe that's where they got “cocky” from.. eh, who cared, he sure didn’t. He liked being confident and if that ticks them off, even better.

He was halfway to the bus stop when he realized he forgot his wallet. Shit, of course I remember a muffin but not the thing I told myself to remember (he did not in fact remind himself of his wallet earlier). He would either have to beg his friend for money or go hungry. Hah, that rhymed. It wasn’t long before he completely gave up caring about his missing wallet or half-tied shoelaces. They came undone before he even made it to the stop sign, which annoyed him, but he was in a rush this morning. He only got halfway through re-tying them before the bus showed up. He stuffed the rest of his muffin down his throat and climbed the stairs into the shitbox the school called a functioning bus. indigestion is gonna kick my ass later. He wasn’t too fond of the fact that if he ate something too fast it hurt his stomach like hell. He also wasn’t fond of people taking his seat on the bus. Which is what someone did. Again. For the 3rd time this week. Just this week.

That’s been my seat all year, what the hell man?

He sat a row behind his usual seat, thanking whatever created them that at least his second option was open. Last time the entire left side of the bus was filled with obnoxious laughing and screaming, reeking of middle schoolers and hung over seniors. That really ticked him off, mostly because almost no one sat there the entire school year, and then one day decided the right side was too good for them and they had to have his spot. I’m getting distracted, where were we? School

The bus pulled up in a sluggish, sloth like fashion. With the bus going maybe 2 mph creeping to a halt, he threw the heavy bag over his shoulder and scooted to the end of the squeaky seat. He doubted they were even going above 3 mph, 2 was already pushing it. But they eventually made it to the sidewalk, where they all got off in a single file line, like ants. He compared people to ants a lot, not because he was tall or anything or because he thought people were tiny little bugs. It was because they were all so small compared to the universe. Walking through halls, driving in traffic, riding bikes down a dirt trail, they all followed readily made paths like ants in an ant hill. And the ones that made their own paths? Well, they work three times as hard to do it. He liked people like that, instead of the ones that judged people for even just being a little out of the ordinary. The ones that bullied “weird kids” were the real weirdos. He didn’t get the point of it if we’re all just ants on a big floating space rock in the vastness of a universe our minds can’t even properly comprehend the size of. Dark matter, supernovas, black holes, white holes, stop talking about holes.

English class first period. Ugh. He loathed ELA with every fiber of his being, especially this early in the morning. Curse you, Mr.A for making my schedule hell. He loved writing though, don’t get him wrong. It’s just that the teacher made him feel trapped in the confines of a zoo. A barely engaging environment with tricks you have to perform so specifically it feels like you’re punished for a single pitter patter instead of patter pitter difference in your steps. In this class, you might as well copy and paste the words from your screen into a google doc and hit “Share & Export” in the same 4 minutes. He actually did that and got an A once. Still surprised it worked. But it didn’t work the second time, she caught on unfortunately. So he started putting them through google translate 5 times over and then fixing any mistakes. It was annoying when he got a B for those ones, and then got caught again. It was seriously killing his mood in the morning when he checked his grades, and while she didn’t change his earlier grades, she started grading him worse thinking he was plagiarizing every time.

I was.. but only a sentence or two when I couldn't figure out how to word something, okay?

He slept through most of the class today, only bothering to open his eyes when she would clear her throat or the thunderstorm rolling in spooked him awake. They were supposed to be writing an essay on “Romeo and Juliet” and the way it would be interpreted in modern day. He had finished it the day it was assigned, as usual. Maybe he was a little cocky. He never liked the play, it was too.. bitter sweet. He preferred endings where everything either ended happily, or everyone died. Both can be pretty interesting if you string it right. It can be an illusion, a dystopian world where the main character is imagining everythings a-okay, or a story where everyone dies to something like the planet exploding. His dream was mostly just him listening to music on a weird, feverishly blistered and battered meteor looking down at earth. It was speeding towards New York (at least that’s what it looked like) and as he looking down, BOOM, the eagle has landed. Black, nothingness, consumed by the darkness and the small bits of lights that rapidly appeared and disappeared. Before he knew it, the bell rang and he was scrambling up to get his backpack on and get out the door.

He said goodbye to his teacher, I’m bored, not a douche, and sped down the hall. He narrowly avoided knocking people over on his way, and barely noticed when he bumped into the lockers. That's gonna leave a bruise for sure. ouch. He finally sat in his class, about 3 minutes before the bell would actually ring for tardiness. But he liked to be there early so he didn't have to go through 10 desks of people to get to his table. He learned that lesson the hard way when his history teacher, Mr.Harvey, pointed out Spencers was in the middle of the classroom. He hated that first day so much, having to shuffle through 10 filled desks with barely enough room for his ass to fit through. And he does not have that much of an ass.

“If misinformation spreads far enough, it becomes fact. And if it becomes fact, it becomes history.” That was probably his favorite quote from his U.S. history teacher.

He said it every time the class talked about U.S. history, he was very adamant about teaching the real history even if it was technically off the books, which Spencer enjoyed. He liked learning about history as a whole. It was interesting to him. Hell, he once used an entire class period to teach them all about certain illnesses and how long it's been an issue since colonization all up until present day. It didn’t always make the most sense but he wasn't complaining about the lack of homework, personally. The bell rang, the class only felt like 5 minutes, partially because he enjoyed it and partially because he fell asleep at his desk again. He was talking about theories relating to unconfirmable events written about in people's diaries back in 1718. Or was it 1817? Fuck, I'm gonna fail this next quiz. Although he wasn’t expecting to get another theoretical history lesson in physics, who would?, he got one.

“The Big Bang theory is the theory that the universe was originally just a compressed ball of matter that, as the name sort of suggests, implod.. ed..” The teacher's voice trailed off as the announcements came over the school.

“Attention students and staff, apologies for the interruption, this is a formal warning issued by NASA as a result of an upcoming cosmic level event. As of Wednesday, May 22nd at 10:15 am, school is officially out for the rest of the week, as well as the week following. There will be an email issued shortly explaining the events and actions being taken.” The announcer's voice trembled, what the hells going on?

Everyone in the class was just as confused as he was. Some were panicked, some were on their phones not caring. He wasn't sure what to think. They were just talking about the big bang theory, now they were talking about having 2 weeks off of school for something NASA was worried about? How bad could it possibly be? He doubted it was that big of a deal. Maybe a solar flare that’ll cut the power, he joked to the student next to him. He looked terrified. And the news article opened on his phone that read “IS THE WORLD FINALLY COMING TO AN END?” didn’t help that sinking feeling Spencer was now getting. The teacher quickly assured them that it would be okay, and that he’d look to see what the issue was. Okay this might actually be bad. He hoped it was a false alarm, or something. Anything. Literally anything.

“We-.. we’re all gonna die..” the guy next to him spoke up.

“What the fuck are you on about?” Spencer demanded, expecting someone to explain whatever chaos was happening in space. He wasn't excited for the answer. The shaking, now crying person next to him slid the phone in front of Spencer and let him read. No fucking way.. Didn't he just have a dream about this? A meteor hitting earth, destroying it all in one big blast like the dinosaurs? Fuck.

Fucking shit balls.

“The Big Bang” . .

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mangopit · 3 months ago

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20 Writer Questions

ty @littlefirefox for the tag!! nice seeing the other folks you tagged too, fandom runs deep fr haha <3

1. Total number of AO3 works?

34! i haven't uploaded in so long ouurgh

2. Total AO3 word count?

103,336 :o

3. Fandoms I’ve written in?

oh boy, tons. and im too shy to talk abt a lot of them on my main blog lol, but throughout my life i've written for a lot of youtubers, bbc sherlock, rotbtd, atla, tlok, american idol, some disney shows, an anime, live streamers, musicians...

4. Top 5 Fics by Kudos

dhjdjhs again im too shy to list em directly, they're all rpf >:'D # of kudos: 519, 377, 341, 314, 305

5. Do I️ respond to Comments?

yes, i try to reply to all of them! tho i need to look at my inbox and check that i haven't missed any recent ones :')

6. What has the angstiest ending?

hmmMm on ao3 i have a drabble that ends in perceived unrequited love but i think my actual angstiest published story ends with 2 former best friends finally choosing to part ways. offline, i have stories that end in major character death 😬

7. What has the happiest ending?

oh! a delightful question! i think the one where the soulmates figure their shit out and finally confess their feelings for each other feels like the most triumphant ending that i can remember writing :)

8. Have I️ received hate?

not for my writing. i've received unwarranted constructive criticism before tho.

9. Do I️ write smut? And what kind?

yes sometimes but i've never posted it online 👁👁 and idk "what kind" means... gay i guess???? loll

10. Do I️ write crossovers?

yes! i don't think i've posted anything online but rise of the brave tangled dragons is one of my longest loves.

11. Have I️ ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of 😳

12. Have I️ ever had a fic translated?

no but i would be honored if anyone offered! :')

13. Have I️ ever co-written a fic?

i've initiated "finish the fic"s before, but i've never co-written a fic in the traditional sense.

14. What is my all-time favorite ship?

OH hmmm idk if i have one. maybe sh****** just bc of how long and intense my obsession was for it lol

15. A WIP I️’ll never finish?

i have a bbc sherlock fic that was well-received but i just can't imagine finishing it bc my writing has changed so much, i never had a direction for the story, and i don't really like how i wrote the characters.

16. Writing Strengths?

i'm good at eavesdropping on imaginary conversations between people who exist solely in my head so i think im good at whipping out dialogue, lol. i also pride myself on writing realistic, complex emotions and digging into the deeper, more hidden thoughts of characters.

17. Writing Weaknesses?

i think i get so excited about writing my favorite bits i have planned that i rush the pacing of my stories or i force plotpoints that don't make too much sense and can probably be cut. i've been trying to combat that by indulging in the first draft—letting myself write all the exciting, wild ideas i have first before revising and fine-tuning the story to my standards!

18. Do I️ like foreign language dialogue?

yes? no opinion? i don't think i understand this question.

19. First Fandom I️ wrote for?

i think it was american idol >:)

20. Favorite fic Ive written?

wahhh like lynn i find it super hard to choose bc my writing is such a reflection of my interests and general mindset at the time! plus i still love my most busted writing bc i have such a warm appreciation for who i was and how i've improved. buuuuut for whatever reason i'm very proud of this one friends to lovers fic on my ao3 that's set during the wintertime~ i think i was able to get the pacing just right, emotionally and plotwise, and everything just makes sense, and the ending is so satisfying. it's a very solid fic for when i wrote it, and i am very happy to write a simply solid fic :)

thanks again lynn for the tag!! tagging: @farklelucas @26velociraptors if you want + any other ficwriters who would like to do this! (lol gretchen i can't even remember if you post on ao3 ermm)

#tag #woohoojazelyn replies #littlefirefox #long post

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blackwolfstabs · 1 year ago

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hi.

i need sam and danny to have like 10 kids because i need more little people running around the world that look like sam. cause holy fuck. i mean i love danny but like sam. . . yes pls.

ok. but if they had sons that looked like danny and he made them workout so they can get a body like him. yes pls.

they have all girls and they all look like sam, but the resemble/reflect melissa's other characters. so you can have like 10 mini sammies running around by the names of: vanessa, carmen, julie, olivia, mia, lynn, melissa, chama, daniela (AND THEY CAN CALL HER DANI LIKE DANNY. I'M FUNNY.), and ofc bb sammy (CAUSE YES. SHE'D BE THE YOUNGEST. SAM THE II). yes pls.

yes there are still 10 of these mfs. yes pls. hehe

(full disclosure: i have not seen all of these films and/or series lol. i had to send you this because i came across a compilation of vanessa morales gifs and sbavgdaherlukfjbagdbhn— literal bi panic.)

first of all... hi.

second, uhhhh i get where ur going but good luck convincing Sam to even have 1 kid 😂 like i'm not even trying to be a snob but with how anxious and paranoid she was/is about being Billy's daughter??? i mean, yes, i think she would be a good mother but like those children got a lot to inherit from and hear about her fr

but... 10?????? once again, i know she's strong but my god, that's enough to put any woman in her grave. but having them (if they were girls) all be named after melissa's other characters (as well as one being herself) is brilliant! and i gotta say, Daniela's gotta be the only one with blue eyes, just so she could resemble Danny a lil bit. that makes me soft fr

and Sam the II, i'm fuckin dead xD but i can see it - she would literally be the spitting image of Sam and watch her 24/7 and then try to do everything like her and now i'm soft again ahsgdfjlavfjlvflqjfegerehs so ty ig..

i've actually had this ridiculous idea that i spontaneously made one day (don't judge me) that Tara would be great with kids and would take like 8 of them on field trips to the zoo or something and she'd be such a ringleader. like she would call them her ducklings and to make sure they'd all stay together, she'd tell them that everyone gets a finger to hold on to or she'd have a belt that she ties leashes to so they won't wander off. and when they're done at one spot, she'd be like "ok and 3... 2... 1, WADDLE" and they'd just move around like a flock of ducks. it's very specific but it would just be hilarious 😂 so my point is that IF ur idea was a thing, Tara could take them all somewhere and be a boss about it. plus it'd be fair bc Sam had to babysit her and Chad, Mindy, and Wes, when they were little so HAHA

(lmfao idc ur good :) dw)

#parkershares #scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #scream v #scream vi #danny brackett #scream headcanons #headcanons #sam x danny #hope this suffices #michiganstray #blackwolfstabs

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solarwoniii · 1 year ago

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im super late to the whole uni boy situation but man FUCK THAT KID and FUCK HIS FRIENDS and fUCK YOUR EX FRIEND who told that kind of things to them like 👹👹 what is this reunion of assholes 👹👹 you don't deserve this lynn, i hope you feel better already, and if not, that you'll feel better soon. i'm here if you wanna talk <3 and don't listen to any bullshit he might tell you to apologize cuz honestly i believe if he did it once he will have no problem to do it again. you deserve better. take care ily <3

- @zerobaseonefics 🕸🕷

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH VENOMMMM :(((( ilysm ty for this i appreciate u being here sm <3<3

#💌; lynn rambles !#moots ; venom 💗#💭askbox !

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mistyjessart · 1 month ago

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ty for the tag tehe Ɛ:

Last song: My Level by Katie Lynne Sharbaugh

Currently reading: The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien (it’s taking me a hot sec, school hit me like a truck and i haven’t had time to keep reading)

Currently watching: Rings of Power, Amphibia, Merlin, i’m only partway through all of them lolll, waiting for reading week to watch the new Heartstopper season <3

Currently craving: the pumpkin pie waiting for me in my bag

Coffee or tea: also a hot chocolate girlie but milk tea is great with boba

A hobby you would like to try: i gotta pick up longsword again, i got sick and then it got cold outside ): I also wanna learn to joust I think it would be neat

An AU you are working on or thinking of: idk if this counts but I’m writing fanfic for one of my classes, I haven’t decided who about yet

Tagging whoever wants to join (i’m so bad at remembering usernames lol)

get to know me

thanks for tagging me, @flameunquenched !

Last song: Hoist up the Thing by The Longest Johns(my taste in music is very broad, excuse me)

Currently reading: mostly rereading Tolkien books, The Silmarillion and The Fall of Gondolin being the main ones

Currently watching: physically actively right now? nothing. a series I recently started? does rewatching Harry Potter count?

Currently craving: some chill time to sit and relax by Loki’s altar. also chocolate, because why not

Coffee or tea: both. everywhere, all the time

A hobby you would like to try: learning Sindarin. i had started learning a bit forever ago, but i want to try again

An AU you’re working on or thinking of: i literally never write fanfiction and i wish i did. but i do make a crap ton of characters for when i daydream, and the one i’ve been thinking about most recently is one of my Middle Earth OCs who is a bit of a mess(not her fault tho)

No pressure tags: @orehuna @the-bogginses-are-gay

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sk3tchysakuraa · 3 years ago

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Your andigi headcanons were so cute do you have any more?

FALLS ON THE FLOOR awahhh ty!! I’m glad u liked them! Yes I have more, I can talk about them for hours hddh

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• Andre follows Gigi around everywhere, and I mean everywhere. He’s like a cat that doesn’t leave u alone

• He likes to sit in her lap during meetings or whatever if he can, or get her to sit in his lap

• Gigi is actually pretty ticklish, mainly in her neck area and it drives Andre wild. Likes seeing how much he can make her squirm until she gets pissed off

• Gigis a semi hoarder, mainly w/ clothes, shoes & home decor while Andre is not. He has to put a lot of stuff she grabs at stores back

• Andre likes to count/kiss her beauty marks

• not a hc but Just the way you are is literally their song ‼️‼️ (thx bffl Lynn)

• Andre picks up his poetry again bc of her! Writing her little poems & sneaking them into her office or reading them to her

• Gigi falls asleep at work a lot, Andre puts his lab coat over her and stays there til she wakes up

• Gigi kisses soft.. and gentle.. and sweet.. meanwhile Andre does not. Every kiss of his seems like he’ll never see her again

• Andre likes to hit his vape then kiss her sometimes, twirls my hair bark woof

• They’re both touchy but Andre more. He needs to hold her hand or be by her a lot, she doesn’t mind

• I think they’ve always been kinda close, so their relationship wasn’t a complete surprise. Probs the type of “friends” who would eat off each-others forks & share drinks a lot

• Andre likes to make this woman watch realllyyy bad movies dhhd. Like Goat Story (if u know u know…) She hates it but it’s fun to get drunk & watch them

• They have lil spa nights! He really likes the mask she uses on him but it’s expensive & he can’t use it everyday dhdh

• They take forever to get out of bed in the morning, Andre will not let go sometimes. If he does Gigi will go make coffee & stuff while he sleeps a bit more

• Some nights Gigi can’t sleep so Andre pets her hair and talks about something he knows she’s not suppperrr interested in (aka basically his elder scrolls tournament story dhdh)

• Andre has a hard time with words, like he can write good I mean he use to do poetry. He just can’t really say stuff in the right way, so it causes a few issues bc Gigi takes things wrong sometimes <//3

• Before living together Andre would always call Gigi on her ride home from work to make sure she got home safe. They would FaceTime a lot, she would end up passing out and he would just watch her sleep for a while (weirdo /j)

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So srry this took abit!! Some life stuff going on, then my brain was empty for a while sniffle

#inside job #gigi thompson #andre lee #gigi x andre #ship headcanons #inside job headcanon #headcanon

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coykoii · 4 years ago

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Hello friends!! I don’t know about anyone else but I’ve been in kind of a reading/fandom slump lately. But there are some really lovely works out there that I’ve read within this year and I figured why not make a LIST of a few gems. Hope everyone has a good day <3 list under the cut x

Hickies and Other Peter Parker Mysteries by Kiss_like_real_people_do16 - supeeeeer cute, MJ tries to give Peter a hickey and he mysteriously keeps healing !!

Tightrope by @over-the-sun - ma’am!! Peter and MJ meltingly in love as roommates!! They’re so gd soft thank u.

your arms around me by @iovewords - please peter fighting crime w an Elmo head on! add in some babysitting and it’s a party!!! super cute!!

what in carnation? by @i-lovethatforme - FLOWER SHOP AU FLOWER SHOP AU. Need I say MORE :’))

Peter Parker has Abs? by ebone - there’s a group chat based on peter and his abs hfjdksjdhd lmao i had a good laugh!

With the Click of a Button by @justmattycakes - the humor I LIVE for. Peter Parker is a messTM 24/7 w/ some identity shenanigans !!

I’m nothing but bad luck, baby by @i-lovethatforme - just me living for the peter/felicia and peter/mj dynamics over here tyvm!!

just a little bit of your heart by @i-lovethatforme - and yet again... just loving the peter/felicia/mj dynamics over here fjjfkdksndhf

Radioactive by @machiavelien - peter and mj meeting again and having some very unexpected consequences of their very nice sex :>

The weekend by @tvfanatic97-2 - it’s about the missed CONNECTIONS. It’s also about the v hot and wonderful smut but the missed connections :’))

Cleanup on aisle three by @awakening5 - my fav meet bang in a grocery store ever. Not that they bang in the store— unLESS. the plays on words as WELL sir!!!

We’re gonna be friends by @friendofspidermannedleeds - post blip peter and mj reacquainting themselves to the world and each other!! my heart has been on a rollercoaster reading this thank u :’)

pedestal by @befehlvonganzunten - the way this is one of my favorites of all time??? friends to lovers babey but throw in some grief, emotional comfort, and all the softest feelings in the world—

I reject this tragic backstory by shouldhaveknownbetter - i am obsessed with meet agains it seems!! But this is meet again post ffh / Pete on the run >:)) love it HERE.

So, we got detention by @rejectofsociety - pete and mj trying to have a convo in detention with all those repressed feelings involved! Very cute!!

Ripple effect by @awakening5 - this series of what we could’ve HAD if the mcu cared about their characters <3 good thing we have wake ty

As you walk on by (will you call my name) by @spideyfic - em with her speculation fic and breaking everyone’s hearts while she’s at it. The talent!!!

elegy #15 by @tvfanatic97-2 - t writing an amazingly heartbreaking mcd and my only question is.. when’s the next one x

Merry Chrysler by @you-guys--are-losers - it COUNTS because I read it this year and what better way to hit it off with a stranger than to literally hit their enemy with your car <3 galaxy brained lynn

Don’t fear the reaper by @machiavelien & @justmattycakes - a Russian doll au. Need I say MORE. Chef’s kiss.

Don’t forget to kudos and comment (even if it’s just a ❤️) to let them know you enjoyed! Thank u for ur time! :))

#i was going to organize into categories #but it only would’ve been fluff angst smut and friends to lovers #fics #fic recs

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transmasc-wizard · 3 years ago

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HI NICO !! for the book asks. any five of your choice

yesss thank you thank you

3: What were your top five books of the year? (i'm making the executive decision to only choose books i first read this year, btw)

#5: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett! It was so chaotic and fun, and the writing style is wonderful.

#4: Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee! I don't normally read romcoms but this was such a fun, diverse, cute romance and I read the whole thing in one day.

#3: Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas! It's an awesome OwnVoices fantasy story about a trans latino boy who summoned a ghost... but it was the wrong ghost, and now he can't get rid of him.

#2: Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston! I think we all knew this was coming, lmao. I've read it twice since August and am re-reading it right now.

#1: A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab! It just grabbed my soul and won't let go, I love everything about it and am absolutely desperate to get my hands on the sequels.

14: what books do you want to finish before the year is over?

I want to finish all the books i'm reading right now, which is... a lot. Chloe Gong's These Violent Delights, my RWRB reread, Jennifer Lynn Barnes' The Inheritance Games, Adam Silvera's History is All You Left Me, Laini Taylor's Strange the Dreamer, and Leigh Bardugo's King of Scars. (I read a lot of books at once.) I'd also like to reread the first 1 or 2 Skullduggery Pleasant books.

23: what was the fastest time it took you to read a book?

So, not including the 2-ish picture books I read with my little brother (for obvious reasons lmao), I think probably Kayla Ancrum's Darling! It was an amazing book, and I read it in about 3 hours. It was summer and the rest of my family was outside, but I was just on the couch with my eyes glued to the page.

25: what reading goals do you have for next year?

I'd like to read 50 books! That is a lot lower than this year's goal (120), but this year's goal really stressed me out, and I know I won't hit it. Reading is supposed to be fun! I can hit 50 in a year relatively easily (I got there in July this year), so 50 will keep me reading but won't upset me.

9: did you get into any new genres?

Contemporary! Last year 10 out of the 115 books i read were contemporary, and this year it was 36 out of (currently) 92. Also, i don't think it counts as "getting into it" because i read like 4, max, but i realized i like sci-fi!

ty again for the ask and have a great day!

#asks #strawberrie-faerie #books #bookblr #bookish asks

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ladymatt · 4 years ago

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First Lines Of Your Last 20 Fics!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Tagged by the witty and wonderful @lorenzobane ❤️ TY, sweetheart! All of the humble offerings below are about Malec (of course), and I make no apology for wanting to write endlessly about them! I’M IN LOVE WITH THEIR LOVE, OK?

1) Protect You Above All Else - (T, Supportive Husbands, 3 Times Plus 1)

Alec is just making sure he’s mixed Magnus’ martini to his very stringent specifications when the man himself, looking entirely too put together to be feeling the supposed exhaustion Izzy’s text just warned him about, makes an entrance that has Alec eye-rolling in the fondest of ways.

2) There’s Something Magical About Christmas! - (T, Family/HP Theme)

Surely it couldn’t be time to rise and face the day already, Magnus thinks, burrowing deeper into the furry warmth of his husband’s comfy chest, stubbornly refusing to let the light stealing through the curtains rob him of his contented bliss.

3) Service With A Sunshine Smile - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Grocery Store AU)

“Alec, are you even listening?” Izzy whines, spoiling the intense eye-fucking that’s simmering between him and the sharply-dressed employee on checkout one every time they pass.

4) A Lesson In Love - (G, Prompt Ficlet, University Lecturers AU)

The customary curses that seem to follow every one of Magnus’ futile trips to the dean’s office filter through the open door connecting their offices, and Alec buries an affectionate smile as he walks through it.

5) Hidden Truths - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Mystery AU)

With the evening fire crackling in the grate and the gramaphone playing jazz 45s, Alec feels transported to another time altogether as he mirrors the relaxed and recumbent form of his live-in landlord across the hearth in his armchair’s twin.

6) Fighting The Good Fight - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Angel/Demon AU)

Satisfaction warms the heart of the angel, Integrity, as he surveys the crowded youth club he runs in Brooklyn.

7) Whiskey Rocks And A Little White Lie - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Exes AU)

It had taken three of his closest friends’ stimulating company and six whiskey doubles to reach this fragile state of near-acceptance over his break-up with Alec, but no distraction amongst the bar’s lively clientele made his pulse so much as flutter, let alone thump with the force of a thousand drums the way Alec’s smile could.

8) Wake Up Call - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Roomates AU) *My Fave Intro*

Surfacing from a sleep that should’ve lasted at least another week, Magnus’ mouth feels like a tide of alcohol has left only sand in its wake and his head’s still swimming with regret over the senseless fight with his best friend that triggered his headlong dash into anything offering oblivion from Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

9) A Love That Knows No Bounds - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Malec As Dads AU)

Arriving late at the gallery hosting Clary and Maia’s joint exhibition of art and marine photography, Alec weaves his way through the crowd to make his apologies to the forgiving duo, congratulating them both on the evident success of the ‘Nature’s Canvas’ collection before locating the expected family and friends, three of which are nowhere to be seen.

10) Interest Detected - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Film Noir/Detective AU)

“So you’ll take the case?” said the snake in the suit, aka the torment of Alec’s otherwise perfect life.

11) All Hail, Alexander The Grrreat! - (M, Prompt Ficlet, Role-Play Sex AU)

His husband’s formidable powers of application when learning a new skill had always been a source of pride for Magnus, but when paired with Alec’s insatiable, hitherto untapped predilection for role-play sex, he bore witness to more showstopping performances than Menzel could ever give on Broadway!

12) Impossible Just Means Try Again - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Neighbours AU)

They have no right, Magnus thinks as bodies and boxes make their way into his late friend’s beloved home, every clumsy accident and cheery apology grating on his fractured nerves.

13) To Us, You’re Still Here - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Widower Alec AU)

“You hate it,” Magnus states with amused certainty.

14) A Worthy Prize - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Game Show AU)

Acute nerves at standing in the line-up for the nation’s most popular game show, The Inquizitor, has left Alec’s skin glazed with sweat and triggered a plethora of childhood tics that serve to make him look even more anxious than he feels.

15) Unbridled Panic - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Film Set AU)

“OK, I might have forgotten to tell you I’m very afraid of horses.”

16) For One Day Every Year - (M, Canon Verse/Christmas Two-Parter)

Their first Christmas together fast approaching, Magnus was indulging in all things yule-related with a level of excited enthusiasm that he couldn’t recall ever having experienced before.

17) Consumed With Love At Christmas - (E, Family Christmas Party)

Alec Lightwood loved his family and friends with his whole heart, he really did, and inviting all of them over for a Christmas edition of their usual games night had even been his idea, but watching the way his hot tease of a boyfriend was making virtual love to that tangerine from all the way over here at the other end of the couch made him wish they were trapped at the North Pole with no means of return for years to come because all Alec wanted, for Christmas and the next few hours at least, was Magnus’ hungry mouth on him.

18) Lightwood Came To Win! - (M, Halloween Party At Pandemonium AU)

Although blissfully unaware of how the revolving multi-coloured lights of the packed out venue rendered his silky white outfit virtually transparent (except for a few face-saving ruffles and the odd gigantic bobble), Alec Lightwood still felt like a giant fool.

19) Musical Monday - (M, Sharing New Experiences/Competitive Shits AU)

There’s very little that Alec won’t do to put a smile on his boyfriend’s beautiful face, but donning a loincloth the size of a handkerchief while playing a harp, is not one of them, no matter what is dangled in front of him as a reward.

20) Made All The Difference - (G, Introspective Alec/Idiots In Love)

In the short time that Alec had known Magnus, his whole life had changed in ways he could never have thought possible.

Patterns: I think the very obvious answer here is ‘my intros are lengthy’ - but in my defence, at least with the ficlets and their word limit, I was trying to set as much of the scene as possible! 😂

Tagging (should you want to): @unending-happiness @poemsfromthealley @sassyweethang @intangibel @sfjessii @lynne-monstr @sugarandspace @cuubism @bidnezz @brightasstars

#TagGames #FirstLinesOfYourLast20Fics #TY lorenzobane #Apologies for the long post #MyFanFics

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years ago

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Teeth (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Teeth Rating: PG-13 Length: 1300 Warnings: Mentions of blood. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set September 1998. Shoutout to @buckstaposition for this <3 Another short chapter. I’ve been working my ass off the last few days. Summary: Josie wakes them up in the middle of the night.

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“Mommy?” A very quiet voice whispered.

You opened your eyes slowly, only halfway awake. “Hmm?”

“Mommmmmy.”

“What is it, babydoll?” You questioned, blinking a few times as you tried to force yourself awake. The bedroom was still pitch black, which told you that you hadn’t overslept your alarm.

Javier grumbled behind you, his arm still firmly curled around your waist and his forehead pressed awkwardly against your shoulder blade.

You shifted forward as best as you could, grabbing the chain on the light and turning it on. You clenched your eyes closed as the light momentarily blinded you.

“What the fuc—“ Javier started, but he caught himself. “Focaccia.”

“Nice save.” You quipped as you opened your eyes and took in the sight of your daughter. “Shit. Josie, what happened?”

“That doesn’t sound good.” Javier said as he sat up behind you, inhaling sharply as he saw exactly what you saw.

Josie’s mouth was covered in fresh blood and she had her little hand clenched tightly around something.

“My mouth hurts,” Josie said quietly, offering you a grimace of a grin.

“Do we need to call 911?” Javier panicked.

“It’s her tooth.” You assured him as you swung your legs over the side of the bed and held out your hand. “Do you have it?”

She nodded, “I was sleeping and it just went ‘pop’!”

You gave her a skeptical look, “And not because we talked about the tooth fairy last week?”

Javier scooted over to your side of the bed, settling on the edge beside you. “Princesa, did you pull your tooth out?”

Josie looked rather sheepish then as she dropped the tooth into your palm. “In Mrs. Bryant’s class, Sean told me he pulled his toof out by tying a string around it and slamming a door.”

“Josie!” You grimaced, “That blood isn’t just from your tooth is it?”

She shook her head as tears welled up in her eyes, “I’m sorry mommy.”

“It’s okay sweetheart,” You brought her in for a hug, petting the back of her head. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?” You said as you pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done,” Javier told you, before he turned his attention to Josie. “Your first tooth! I’ll have to have a word with the tooth fairy about early extractions.” He teased, winking at her before he got up.

You guided Josie by the hand into the en suite, sitting her down on the toilet seat as you grabbed a washcloth to clean her up. “What made you think this was a good idea?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Sean made it sound cool, but it hurted.”

“I bet.” You knelt down in front of her, wiping the wet cloth over her bloody chin and lips. She’d done a number to her bottom lip with whatever she’d used to yank the tooth out. “We’re just going to put a little ointment on it, okay? You can’t lick at it.”

“I’m sorry mommy,” She said, grabbing at your hand. “I wanted to be a big girl with big girl toofs.”

“Let’s not do it again, okay?” You warned her as you grabbed the ointment and applied it to her bottom lip. “Your teeth come in when they’re supposed to. What if you’re snaggle-toothed for years?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh no!”

“You wouldn’t want to make the tooth fairy unhappy, would you?” You pouted your lips and shook your head.

Josie shook her head quickly. “Will the tooth fairy be mad?”

“Daddy will smooth it over, don’t you worry.”

“Does daddy know the tooth fairy?”

You crossed your fingers, “They're like this.”

“Like uncle Steve?”

“Exactly like uncle Steve.” You laughed, kissing your fingers and pressing them to her nose. “Come on, babydoll, let’s see what daddy’s doing in the kitchen.”

Josie took your hand and you guided her back through your bedroom, into the kitchen where Javier stood squirting whipped cream into a bowl.

“I really shouldn’t be rewarding you for yanking your tooth out, princesa, but I think it was already traumatizing, huh?”

She nodded, pointing at her lip that was split.

“Someone’s lucky she didn’t need stitches.” Javier gave her a look, before holding out the bowl and a spoon. “This is a positive reinforcement treat. Talk to us before you try something like this in the future.”

“Thank you daddy.” Josie said with a small sniffle as she plopped down on the floor with the bowl and started spooning up whipped cream.

“A positive reinforcement treat?” You arched a brow. “Worked wonders when I pulled crap as a kid.”

“Did it?” You gave him a skeptical look.

He snorted, raking his teeth over his bottom lip as he arched a brow. “For the record, I could be a lot worse.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I found her contraption.”

“Oh?”

“Fishing line wrapped around her doorknob.”

You glanced down at Josie, “Swell. Where’d you put the tooth?”

“Plastic bag, your drawer.”

You nodded, hands on your hips. “Well, I wasn’t planning on getting up at two in the morning.” You laughed bitterly.

“All that blood—“

“Gave me a heart attack.”

Javier reached over and rubbed your hip, “I can get her back to bed and brushed, if you want to go back to bed, baby.”

“Yeah?” You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“We’re gonna have a talk anyways,” He gestured to Josie. “A little heart-to-heart about pinching the fishing wire from daddy’s things.”

“Uh oh.” You gave Josie a look as she peered up Javier.

“I’m sorry daddy! I was just trying to be a big girl.”

“Just was your whipped cream, princesa. We’ll talk.”

“Don’t stay up too late,” You told him, cupping his cheek and kissing him once.

He gave your ass a playful tap as you walked away.

By the time Javier returned to bed, it was just after three and you were still wide awake.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

You made a face as you rolled onto your back, “Seeing your kid covered in blood kinda forces you awake.” You admitted, rubbing at your eyes. “Is she out?”

“Like a light.”

“Good talk?”

Javier shrugged as he slid under the covers beside you, “We talked about growing up too fast, doing things we shouldn’t, and then most importantly — setting an example for Sofía.”

“Good call.” You snapped your fingers. “I think I’m going to talk to Mrs. Bryant about Sean. She should be trying to mitigate any trouble like that.”

“Watch out, she might accidentally call you Mrs. Peña.” He teased as you shut off the light.

“Every. Single. Time.”

“She’s had it out for you since that parent-teacher conference.” Javier snorted as he scooted closer to you, curling his arm around your waist as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “It’s pretty fucking funny.”

“If I said the sky was blue, she’d argue me on it.” You rested your hand over his, playing your fingers over the back of his hand. “The whipped cream was a nice touch.”

“I figured she’d scared the shit out of herself already.”

“There was so much blood.”

“She bled a bit more after brushing her teeth.” Javier admitted. “Head wounds… fucking suck.”

You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, before seeking out his lips in the darkness. “Fortunately, I don’t think Josie’s going to pull this shit again.” You murmured against his lips.

Javier chuckled, his breath dancing over your lips. “Me neither.”

You kissed him once more before you rolled over, fitting yourself into the curve of his body. You sighed contentedly as he curled his arm around. “Sleep.”

“See you in three hours.” Javier murmured, nuzzling at your shoulder.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Breathe You in 'Til I Hallucinate (Branjie) - Holtzmanns

Vanessa’s phone vibrates once, twice and she scoops it up, unlocks it to open the conversation and-

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:40 PM): I’m assuming those texts weren’t meant for me?

Vanessa did not just-

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:41 PM): Because we haven’t ever had a round one unless I’m forgetting something?

Shit, shit, shit-

In which Vanessa sends a bootycall to the wrong person, or maybe the right one. She’s about to find out.

AN: Hello, hello, hello! Next chapter of Level Up will hopefully be out next week. In the interim, please enjoy this oneshot that is equal parts smut and headassery. Thank you writ for betaing and continuing to be the best ever.

“I’m horny.”

“First of all, disgusting. Second of all, find someone to help with that problem, ‘cause I ain’t gonna.”

“Ew, Silk, nasty.” Vanessa makes a face at the camera, one that dissolves into giggles when Silky starts to cackle on the other end of the Facetime call. “No thank you.”

“Bitch, who says I offered? Text one of your hoes.”

“Since when do I have hoes?” Vanessa raises an eyebrow, but her thumb is hovering over her phone screen, itching to go towards her contacts.

Kameron’s definitely dating someone now, Monique’s, well - Vanessa’s not going to think about that, and Shea-

Yeah, maybe she can text Shea.

“Bye Silk, imma talk to you later. You got good ideas.” Vanessa hangs up the call as Silky lets out a ‘Bitch, wait!’, already typing out a message to Shea even though it’s been months since they’ve hooked up.

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:34 PM): you around the city these days? ‘cause my roommate’s not home and I’m remembering the time you sat on my face like that and then made me cum like 3 times in a row and meet jesus and chile…I need a round 2

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:34 PM): u in??? I’ll wear some cute shit for you and everything

Vanessa tosses the phone on her bed after sending the text, rolling over onto her back. She mentally goes through a catalog of the underwear sets she has, too lazy to actually get up and go to her dresser but hey, a girl’s gotta look nice if she’s about to get some.

Vanessa’s phone vibrates once, twice and she scoops it up, unlocks it to open the conversation and-

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:40 PM): I’m assuming those texts weren’t meant for me?

Vanessa did not just-

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:41 PM): Because we haven’t ever had a round one unless I’m forgetting something?

Shit, shit, shit-

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:42 PM): sorry sorry sorry omg not meant for you!!!

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:42 PM): fuck

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:43 PM): disregard those we don’t have to speak of it ever k good

“Ugh.” Vanessa lets out a groan into her pillow, kicking her legs in the air because god, how the fuck did she accidentally text Brooke instead of Shea, of all people?

She peeks at her phone, trying to ignore the wave of dread that’s spreading over her limbs and chest and ugh, she’s truly a class act at fucking up and…oh.

It’s because Vanessa had saved Brooke’s contact information in her phone as ‘ St. Brooke, ’ as an inside joke from when Brooke had given her a ride a couple months back and Vanessa had thought of creative ways to thank her. It had been funny at the time, in Brooke’s passenger seat. Made Brooke crack up as she switched lanes. But now? When Brooke’s contact is right under Shea’s?

It makes Vanessa want to bury herself in a hole in the ground.

Maybe, just maybe, if Vanessa doesn’t look at her phone, it’ll all go away. Maybe she’s just dreaming. Maybe it really did send to Shea and Vanessa’s eyes are playing tricks on her-

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:45 PM): Are you sure you don’t want to speak of it again?

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:45 PM): Coming only three times in a row is a bit amateurish. I could help you set a new record.

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:46 PM): Unless, of course, you’d rather not…since that text was for someone else.

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:46 PM): Which I’d totally understand.

“Bitch, what…”

Vanessa can feel her face reddening and she’s definitely dreaming now, she has to be, because there’s no way Brooke is texting her that and maybe someone’s stolen Brooke’s phone and is playing a prank on her and in that case, Vanessa’s going to whoop their ass.

Because it’s no secret that Brooke’s fucking hot. Sex on legs, especially when the lot of them go out to the clubs and Brooke wears those skirts that make her legs look a million miles long and Vanessa can’t be the only one staring, definitely not.

But Brooke isn’t into her, that doesn’t make sense, not when she’s never shown any interest. All Brooke does is laugh at Vanessa’s stupid jokes that no one else laughs at, which, Vanessa supposes, makes her nicer than others. But it doesn’t mean that Brooke has eyes on her or anything, not in the least. Not when she doesn’t even bat an eye when Vanessa hooks up with other girls and then regales their friendship group with stories of the previous night.

But there’s always the slightest chance that Brooke’s not fucking with her, that Vanessa doesn’t have to pack up her shit and move to another country and hide from embarrassment, that maybe, just maybe, Vanessa can have the night of her life. And there’s only one way to find out.

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:47 PM): my place in 15

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:49 PM): You better be wearing some ‘cute shit,’ as you say

Either way? Vanessa’s screwed.

She pushes herself off her bed, stumbles to her dresser and her fingers hover over her underwear drawer, because really, what does she wear for an unexpected booty call with someone whom Vanessa has no idea what she even likes? She could go for boxers, for lacy underwear, for a thong, maybe even that babydoll she bought on a whim once when there was a clearance sale…but better safe than sorry. A good old set in a dark colour never hurt anyone, and so the black lace thong and matching push up bra seems as good as any, especially when it makes her tits look good peeking from the robe that she pulls on top, tying it closed.

But once Vanessa’s dressed and she’s checked her hair and makeup in the mirror (satisfactory enough) there’s nothing left to do but pace, because Brooke’s coming over, Brooke’s fucking coming over for a booty call and what the fuck are they even doing? Vanessa’s truly thinking with her pussy, because hooking up with a friend is a bad, bad, idea even if it is Brooke but at the same time…she can feel herself redden just thinking about it.

No matter how much Vanessa wants to deny it, think of it as a stupid idea? She wants it bad.

The loud knock on the door makes Vanessa jump, wipe her sweaty palms on her robe before sucking in a breath, pulling the door open with a shaky hand, and-

“This is some cute shit. You weren’t lying.” Brooke’s voice curls around Vanessa in amusement as she gives her a once over, her eyes lazily trailing up her frame.

Vanessa can feel her cheeks heat up as she takes a step back, letting Brooke inside and ignoring the way her heart is beating right out of her chest. “Not looking so bad yourself.”

It’s true, because the leather jacket that Brooke shrugs off is hot on her as are the jeans that hug her ass and Vanessa needs to stop looking at her ass, she does, but it’s easier than making eye contact with Brooke, who looks all too knowing, all too satisfied as she takes a step closer.

“Want wine or something?” Vanessa squeaks out as she takes a step backwards, the backs of her thighs hitting against the arm of the couch and shit, Brooke’s perfume smells real good.

And it’s hard to think straight, really, when Brooke lets out a small laugh, tucks a lock of hair behind Vanessa’s ear. “Wine? Is that what I’m here for?”

“Depends on what your idea of a good time is.”

It’s funny - Vanessa’s imagined what kissing Brooke would be like before. But this? The fingers already raking themselves in Vanessa’s hair, the way Brooke’s hand is cupping her cheek and tilting her head up, the way Vanessa’s on her tiptoes? It doesn’t even compare to what Vanessa’s pictured. The air in her lungs seems fleeting, and maybe it’s because Brooke’s licking into her mouth and deepening the kiss, but Vanessa’s realizing that maybe she doesn’t need to come up for air, anyway.

Vanessa reaches for Brooke’s belt loops, pulls her closer as Brooke steps into the space between her legs. Vanessa’s not the quietest, but the noise that she lets out when Brooke bends down to press a kiss to her jaw, then another on her neck makes Brooke pull back, a glimmer in her eye.

“Eager already.”

“Shut up.” Vanessa mutters, wrapping her arms around Brooke’s neck to tug her close again. “Come back.”

“As you wish.”

Brooke kisses like she has something to take, tugging on Vanessa’s skin and damn, Vanessa really should have hit her up sooner because she can already feel the way her legs are like jello underneath her. She pokes Brooke’s shoulder when Brooke’s kisses along the curve of her neck become biting, even though it feels better than Vanessa wants to admit.

“If you give me a hickey, bitch, I swear.”

“You’re no fun.” Brooke has a smile playing along her lips, though, before kissing Vanessa’s neck again, but her touch is too light, teasing, barely there along Vanessa’s skin, making her squirm.

“Ugh. You know that’s not what I meant.” But Vanessa’s grumbles don’t last long when Brooke presses a thigh between hers, the rough denim against her skin making Vanessa inadvertently shiver, the muscles of her thighs tensing.

“So grumpy, at a time like this.” Brooke’s gaze is hard for Vanessa to look away from, especially when there’s so much swirling behind her eyes that Vanessa can’t quite decipher but makes her breath hitch in her chest in anticipation. “You always pout when you want something?”

“I’m not pouting.” Vanessa isn’t, not really, though she can’t help the way her lips part when Brooke’s thumb brushes at her bottom lip.

Brooke’s on her way to figuring out the buttons which make Vanessa tick without even having to try too hard, and Vanessa knows Brooke’s the type to bask in it, use it to her advantage. But Vanessa isn’t going to let her, not when she has a few tricks of her own up her sleeve.

Vanessa takes the thumb that’s still resting against her lip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before letting it go with a pop of her lips. The way Brooke’s eyes darken, the way she sucks in a breath lets Vanessa know that it’s working. She takes a step back just to see what Brooke will do, and it’s Brooke who ends up falling onto the couch, pulling Vanessa on top of her by the ties of her robe.

“Tease.” Brooke murmurs the words while her fingers fiddle with the bow on Vanessa’s robe that’s already beginning to undo.

Vanessa loops the ties of the belt onto her own fingers and tugs on them, the satin of the robe brushing against her skin as it pools around her on the couch. She should be cold, from the way she always cranks up her air conditioning because of how the price is included in her monthly rent, but it’s hard to be when Brooke’s hands are already raking up her thighs, along her hips, bracketing her sides, holding her steady. They’re a necessary anchor against the way that Brooke is looking her up and down like she wants to take her apart, and frankly? Vanessa wants nothing more.

Vanessa tugs on the hem of Brooke’s t-shirt, grunting when it bunches at her midsection. “You’re wearing too much. Off.”

Brooke tugs off her t-shirt, and Vanessa should be embarrassed really, by how her mouth slightly opens, but she can’t help it, not when Brooke’s tits are in front of her and her bra leaves little to the imagination.

Vanessa’s easy to please.

“What, you’ve never seen a pair of boobs before?” Brooke snickers, and Vanessa lets out an offended gasp, poking her shoulder.

“Careful. You won’t see my boobs with that attitude.”

“You’re in a bra right now, too. I can literally see them in front of me.”

Brooke’s grin is cheeky, one that grows when Vanessa pouts, but she’s distracted quickly enough when Brooke’s fingertips start drawing patterns on her ribs, traveling further down along her hip bones. Brooke looks pensive as her fingers tease along Vanessa’s waistband, tracing along the lace and part of Vanessa wants to tell her to hurry it up, speed things along. Though there’s also fun in the anticipation, even though she’s left herself on the defensive - the way she’s trying to hold herself still, not giving in to Brooke’s touch.

Not letting herself fall apart doesn’t mean that Vanessa can’t mess with Brooke, though. Work her up a little bit, too. She pushes her knees further up onto the couch, nestling herself even closer to Brooke and sitting down on her lap so that they’re eye level with each other.

Brooke’s brows raise in confusion when Vanessa laces her arms around her neck. “What…”

Her words cut off when Vanessa presses an openmouthed kiss to the column of her neck, sucking on the skin just for a millisecond, not enough to leave a mark on her skin. She can feel the way Brooke’s breath hitches underneath her, and uses it as a cue to find the sensitive areas on her neck. Brooke’s nails dig into Vanessa’s sides as she kisses down her neck towards her collarbone, the resulting groan that leaves her lips making Vanessa want to squeeze her own thighs together.

But then Brooke’s index finger tugs on Vanessa’s waistband, letting go of it with a snap on her skin before her hand skirts along the fabric and in between Vanessa’s legs. Vanessa has to hold back a noise of her own when Brooke’s fingers trace her folds through the fabric of her panties, and there’s no way that Brooke isn’t able to tell how turned on she is.

“You’re so wet already.” Brooke’s words come out muffled against Vanessa’s shoulder when one of Vanessa’s hands travels down her neck to grab her breast, squeeze it before tracing her thumb around the nipple that’s already hardening under her touch.

“And you’re not? I can see how worked up you are.” Vanessa punctuates her words with another kiss on Brooke’s pulsepoint, her teeth lightly grazing the skin and if Brooke’s neck is marked up when they’re done, it’s not her problem.

Except that Brooke doesn’t seem to be someone who takes things lying down, not by the way that she cups Vanessa’s pussy with her palm, smirking when Vanessa can’t help but grind against it. “It’s cute.”

“You have strange definitions of ‘cute’.” Vanessa pushes off of Brooke’s lap and falls sideways onto the couch beside her, holding up a finger when Brooke opens her mouth in protest. “Calm down. I’m getting your pants off.”

“Prime dirty talk.” Brooke snorts, but it doesn’t last long when Vanessa reaches to tug off her jeans and her panties in one go and it’s a sight, how eager Brooke is to lift her hips up to help her get rid of them.

Vanessa’s ready when she swings herself back onto Brooke’s lap, grazing the inside of her thigh with her nails until Brooke’s squirming under her, trying to maneuver herself closer. The wetness that coats the pads of Vanessa’s fingers when she finally brings her hand to Brooke’s cunt makes desire pool in the pit of her stomach even more, the need to make Brooke fall apart mixing in with the way she feels like she’s on the verge of it, too.

She teases in between Brooke’s folds as she leans down to bring her lips to Brooke’s, the kiss open mouthed and messy and one that Vanessa gasps into when Brooke pushes her underwear to the side, her movements no longer drawn out and lazy.

“Fuck.” Brooke grunts out when Vanessa bites at her bottom lip, tugging on it and it’s almost as if she flips a switch.

Because Brooke’s pushing a finger into her, meeting only slickness and it makes Vanessa gasp, rock against her when Brooke adds another. Vanessa pushes herself against the heel of Brooke’s palm, having to stifle the noise that escapes her mouth when it brushes against her clit. Brooke maneuvers her palm, repeating the motion and it’s hard for Vanessa to think straight, focus on how she’s supposed to be getting Brooke off first, not the other way around.

She pushes through the haze of her brain, the movements of Brooke’s fingers and circles her own around Brooke’s clit, the satisfaction blooming in her chest when it makes Brooke’s movements stutter. Vanessa tries to focus on the circular motions of her own fingers, brushing against Brooke’s clit every now and then to make her shiver, and maybe it’ll work, maybe she’s going to get Brooke to fall apart before she falls off of a cliff of her own.

Except Brooke has other ideas, because she speeds up the movements of her own hand, her fingers curving upwards inside of her in a way that makes Vanessa mewl, her legs already shaking underneath her. She’s not sure, really, how she’s still holding herself up, how her thighs haven’t given out with the sensations that are building and building, getting her ever so close.

Vanessa makes her own movements tighter, faster, too, until Brooke’s panting and grabbing her face for another kiss, one that Vanessa breaks apart as she gasps when Brooke’s palm brushes against her just so . She can see the beads of sweat on Brooke’s forehead, the ways her eyes are squeezing shut, and she just has to hold off a bit longer until-

“Shit, fuck -” Brooke’s words cut off mid sentence as she comes, her face against Vanessa’s shoulder and her hips bucking when Vanessa circles her clit one, two more times, pulling her hand back when Brooke shudders underneath her.

“Cute, as you said.”

Vanessa can’t help but feel a bit of smugness, though it’s short lived because Brooke’s eyes narrow as she catches her breath, her movements speeding up as she pumps her fingers at a pace that leaves Vanessa breathless, trying to orient herself before she’s coming, and the anchor of her arms around Brooke’s neck isn’t enough, not when her legs are about to give out from under her, because it’s too much, too much, but in the best way because Vanessa needs more, wants more.

Vanessa rests her forehead against Brooke’s sternum as she comes down from her orgasm, feeling the heaving of Brooke’s chest underneath her. When she lifts herself up and sits back on her heels Brooke looks as fucked out as she feels, her mascara comically smudging underneath her eyes and Vanessa would feel smug, she would, if she didn’t know that she also looks like a grade A mess. But a look that is absolutely, positively, worth it.

“You’re not going to tap out after one, are you?” The gravelly tone in Brooke’s voice makes Vanessa bite her lip, squeeze her legs around Brooke’s waist because it’s fucking hot, because Vanessa for one is definitely not sated, not yet.

She can take some more.

Vanessa answers the question by pushing Brooke’s bra straps off of her shoulders, pulling it down until she has a free path to trace kisses down her chest, swirl her tongue around a nipple while tracing the other with her index finger and thumb. When Vanessa lifts her face up to look at Brooke, she can see how flushed her cheeks are, how she’s already biting her lip in anticipation. It makes the words that leave her mouth next easy to get out, a challenge of sorts, to see if Brooke can rise to the occasion.

“Not tapping out anytime soon. Bring it. If you can, that is.”

Silky Nutmeg Ganache (10:00 PM): bitch is u dead

Silky Nutmeg Ganache (10:01 PM) was the puss that good it’s been hours

Silky Nutmeg Ganache (10:01 PM): are u still goin at it or did u get kidnapped or sumn

Silky Nutmeg Ganache (10:05 PM): TEXT ME WHEN UR DONE I WANT THE DEETS IF ITS THIS GOOD

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (1:13 AM): BIIIIITCHHHH

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lesbian au #holtzmanns

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Loud House: 11 Louds A Leapin Review or It’s My Bobby in a Box

Happy Holidays errybody! Christmas returns to this blog after a bit of a break to tie up some loose ends, and celebrate my birthday with a return to the loud house. It’s honestly good to be back. While it can be a struggle to cover a pure comedy, I genuinely like the show a lot, even with it’s flaws i’ve gone into, and my regular reviews gave me a running gag in my hatred of rusty and a new respect for the show. It’s just with a buiser schedule and me not actually trying to have something resembling order to things, I kept shoving Banned Together back despite really wanting to see it since.. you know.. Luna episode.. until it ended up sliding into ANOTHER set of episodes. It’s things like this why I have a queue now: while it’s not set day by day, in case I want to do more than one i na day, it is there to keeep some semblance of order and keep me on track so this dosen’t happen again. So with all that being said.. why did I choose to do A DIFFRENT loud house episode for the second time in a row before getting back to the current season? Simple.. i’ve been putting this episode off personally for even LONGER. I meant to watch 12 louds a leapin back when it first came out at the start of season 2... and just never got around to it. And just kept never getting around to it, wanting to watch it at christmas but then forgetting to do so for the last 4 years. Spare a thought there.. 4 years. In that time 80 years have passed, an era of marvel movies have come to an end, a tick series has come and gone, She Ra has come and gone, ducktales premiered then annoucned it was ending.. my point is way too many shows are ending too soon, and i’ve let this slide for far too long. So I bumped this one up to finally take a look at it, as i’ve waited this long and didn’t want to risk missing it a fifth fucking time. So yeah i’m taking look at what’s probably a classic episode in the fandom with fresh eyes. Let’s see what I thought shall we? It’s Christmas Eve at the Loud House and Lincoln is once again Zach Morrising it up .

Not what I meant.. whatever that is. It’s been 30 years since that episode aired, probably a good 12 since I first saw it and I still have no idea why they did this or if it was giong to end in a three way before the girls showed up. We just don’t know and the greatest minds in the country are baffled.. and you know working on the vaccine and making sure it’s safe.

No Linc is talking to the camera about it being christmas while gearing up to go sledding with his sled big red. Meanwhile the rest of the louds are doing their usual christmas activities which we get introduced to as Lincoln gets ready. The girls sub-plots here are, outside of Lori’s., less plots and more running gags, various shenanigans by the girls tying into their personalities and christmasy stuff. It works perfectly.. while it’s a bunch of gags.. the gags are funny and it’s neat to learn more about just how the girls celebrate christmas and what they get up to every year. It’s part of what’s to love about holiday specials as you get a once or twice in a series chance to see how our heroes celbrate the holiday and thus a look into stories, gags and character stuff very unique to the holiday. It also uses the fact LIncoln was the protaganist at the time very well, using him as our viewpoint to set up all the christmas goings on as he makes his way out of the house, so we can cut back to them later as his plot goes on. It’s really good stuff. So what are the girls up to? Let’s go down the list by age shall we?

Lori: Lori has the most involved plot anyway so it’s best to start here. Lori and Bobby are having their first christmas together... though it does bring up the fact that they’ve only been dating 2 years at most, yet plan to get married.. I mean that is a lot but your also 18. Then again time is nigh incomprehinsiable to unpack in the loud house, and at least 3 years passed in the one year it took to get them all aged up, so I wouldn’t think about it too hard. Lori, still being in huge bitch mode as she was early on, pressures bobby to get a good gift. She later gets said gift but despite being told to open it immideitly, her siblings chide her on her habit of tearing presents open and thus get her not to open it. So that’s a runner through the special, with Lana even putting her on a leash at one point, which I found hilarious. Less hilaroius is the conclusion as it turns out in the box on christmas day.. is BOBBY, who understandably is not looking so good...

Thankfully bobby’s not dead or they all would be, but still the poor boy missed christmas eve with his mom and sister for this stunt. I mean I get it’s his fault, he’s apparently LITERALLY too dumb to live it turns out and should’ve you know made a noise sooner and probably didn’t want to ruin the suprise.. but we still nearly got an episode where a 4 year old had surivviors guilt for letting her older sisters boyfriend suffocate in a box. That’s dead santa from gremlins levels of fucked up. Thankfully Lori loves it and I assume bobby’s worried family joined them for christmas eve. That image fills my heart with hope. But seriously bobby never again we can’t loose you. At least not before Sergio.

Leni: Leni’s is very simple it’s just a running gag of her taking various christmas things, making them into outfits then saying shhhh to whoever’s around when she hears, or in later cases is right there, with the person asking. Just a funny bit. Luna: Is working on a christmas song. It’s one of the weake runners as the failed songs just aren’t that funny, but the payoff for the main plot makes up for it. WE’ll get to that. Luann: Has one of my faviorite bits, her 12 puns of christmas which is both really adorable and leads to an adorable moment with her dad. Always loved their relationship.

Lynn and Lucy: Are teamed up this episode which makes me genuinely miss how the two would be used as a pair ocasionally earlier on but just .. arne’t anymore> The rest of the girls status as roomates is used liberally but not so much these two. IT’s just weird and disheartning to me. That being said their plot is simply the two digging around to find where the presents are hidden, which I never got as why would you want to know weeks ahead of time. You can’t use any money to buy the stuff you dind’t get or they’ll know and they usually figure out you knew ahead of time and it just brings thigns down. But from a kid’s perspective I guess I get it and while it’s weird to have Lucy be one of the ones following I like it, as it shows that benath her gothy demanor she’s still just an 8 year old girl excited for christmas, and that’s adorable. A decent enough runner.

Lana: Gets a good one: She keeps accidently catching people, and a passing car in one case though she has a jack to help, in her reindeer traps. Its not only funny but really adorable especially since she dosen’t care about trapping SANTA persay, she just wants her own pet reindeer and frankly who wouldn’t want a rideable woodland critter who can fly. Dammit now i want one too.

Lola and Lisa: Lola gets a fairly standard one tha’ts still pretty damn funny; She wants to get offf the naughy list by playing good for a day. What makes it funny is that last part.. that instead of doing it over a few days like most of this plot she’s trying to cram it all into one day while also trying not to strangle Lisa, who keeps showing up to say santa’s route is impossiuble. As ducktales covered he slows down time.. also you know.. not every kid celebrates christmas so ther’es probably a good number of houses he dosen’t have to cover in one night. Lily: Just randomly pops out of stockings a bit. it’s precioous as it sounds. The Parents: It had honestly been so long both since i’d seen a season 1 episode, and since the two had been both given actual names and fleshed out considerably, that i’d forgotten Rita and Senior had their faces obscured for all of season 1. It’s REALLY weird and jarring to go back to after getting to know them as fully formed people of their own over the past 3 seasons, and especally gorowing to love Senior, as he’s a loveably goofy dad but without the incompetence of most comedy dads. He can bumble but he’s also genuinely supportive, talented and pulls his weight in his marriage and family. We do however start to really see their fully formed , full member of the cast perosnalities here: Rita is clearly tired from the sheer amount of shit she has to juggle, but is also nice and warm and while Lynn Sr.’s goofiness was established already, here it’s tempered into his current shape and his love of cooking and through role as the family chef is established. While he was established as cook earlier he goes from someone who’d use frozen food just to get by to a master chef who probably does use a lot of frozen stuff but can make anything taste good and will eventually have his own restraunt. It’s really fascenating to see them slowly emerge. They don’t really have plots themslves, and Lynn’s only real gag is wanting everyone to try his figgy pudding.

So with the rest of the family covered let’s get to our main plot. Lincoln is sledding.. on the slide out back.. for some reason.

The reason is simple.. his sled ends up in the yard of Mr. Grouse, their neighbor and old man who yells at louds. Lincoln explains grouse keeps everything that ends up in his yard and has taken a lot from the Loud Kids over the years. So lincoln.. uses the slide to sled.. DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIS YARD.

I’ve been wanting to use pigtail kim since I made that one recently. But her points stands. What?!. I mean Lincoln can be stupid, he’s only 12 it’s allowed, but usually more out of not realizing what he’s getting into or using kid logic. He’s not this brain dead. That’s Leni’s job. It just feels like plot contrivance. Just have him build some sort of contraption as a makeshift hill and tell the audience he’s doing this because his family dosen’t want him going to an actual hill on christmas or is too busy to take him. There are easier ways than this half assed rube goldberg machine of a setup. So naturally his sled ends up in the yard.. and he calls on Clyde to help....

Now if you’ve been reading my reviews for a while, you know that reactoin is normally reserved exclusivley for this guy.

But since Rusty was in his larval state with only a few apperances and hadn’t emeerged from his coocoon as the douche I know and love to take pot shots at, there was actually something WORSE. Something more obnoxious. And with far far worse implications. And that my friends was seasons 1 and 2 Clyde. Clyde in the early seasons CAN be fine, and the self we know now. In fact I wish he interacted with the sisters more as the slumber party episode early on gave him a nice dynamic with all of them and the episode with him and leni was terrific. The problem one there was running gag with him, one character trait that utterly sucked the joy out of the room at best and made him into an unlikeable little shit at worst; HIs crush on Lori. When she’s around at BEST he has a Master Roshi nosebleed, stammers her name and passes out, something that wasn’t funny the first time and quickly became grating the 80 other times they did it. But at worst, as he is here? He’s creepy, obessevie and worst of all. .a real dick to bobby. Who as we’ve established is...

So that was NEVER going to go over well and even ignoring that is still very bad. The little creep just constantly treats Bobby with hostility, which given this is Bobby, he dosen’t realize is going on. Any time their relationship is threantned Clyde’s main goal is to swoop in during the aftermath and win lori over. He constantly wants Bobby out of the way, The ONE TIME he dosen’t come off as a massive dick is when Lincoln thinks Bobby might be cheating, and that’s because Clyde isn’t planning on swooping into the wrecakge of someone’s relationship to get a girlfriend, but to punch the guy out for cheating on her. Bobby wasn’t and Clyde obviously isn’t capable of that, but it’s a bit more understandable and even CLYDE wants to make sure there’s evidence first. But more often than not he’s just under the assumptino Lori will be his despite the massive age gap, her having made it obvious she’s not intrested, and her being in longterm relationship she’s really happy in with someone else. And this was season 1 lori who reacted to this, so the fact she’s not being the queen of all bitches about it only makes him look that much worse. And to add to that, Bobby not only KNOWS he has as crush on Lori but is suppportive of clyde, cheering him on when she kisses him once for doing something noble, and generally treating “Clydsdale” like he would any of Lori’s blood siblings. It was excurating then to sit through this every few episodes.. and it’s even worse now because the gag’s complete dissaperance from Season 3 onwards really paints the picture that this gag was entirely because series creator Chris Savino thought this was FUNNY and no one else did. And given he got fired for, you know, HARASSING WOMEN AND NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER you kinda see how an already bad bit was made worse. So yeah while the sled thing is bad this.. is objectively worse and drags the special down more. It’s thakfully not omniprescent but man is it hard to watch. Clyde being in full dickhead mode is trying to get a kiss from lori and is using a missletoe hat for it.. And can we just agree that while Missletoe can be used well in stories, to help two shy people finally kiss or to ramp up romantic tension or what have you, that it’s often used by creepy douchebags to get kisses they don’t deserve both here and presumibly in irl before the plauge hit? We can? Good. But yeah that’s his plot, no suprise he gets one, bah hum bug. He also throws in some Bobby bashing by fantasising about him ending up in the yard and clyde ending up with lori since Grouse keeps bobby.. even though instead Lori would just ignore clyde, storm over there and rip an old man’s spine out mortal kombat style.

So yeah Lincoln wants his sled back, but he can’t do it alone as the old man scares him, hence Clyde coming in. They make an elaborate plan using some careful blueprints.

Their real plan is to have Clyde disract grouse while Lincoln grabs the sled but it fails and mean mr mustard finds it and takes it inside. Desperate, Lincoln prepares to do some crimes and head into his house. Clyde is afraid he’l end up in jail and never get to visit because only family can. Clyde you are family. Plus Prison visits aren’t limited to relatives only, any show with a character in jail storyline will tell you that. But Lincoln makes a valid point that Grouse stole his property.. I still dont’ think this is the right way to handle it and his parents should just go over and ask the loud, irate asshole to give the kids stuff back he stole to be a dick, but this is a kids show and again we wouldn’t have a plot but unlike last time my head dosen’t hurt from this. He’s desperate, he knows that probably wouldn’t work and again he’s 12. 12 year old logic is fine. Naturally he ends up getting caught as Grouse didn’t leave for long, though having found a photo of Grouse with a sled as a kid, understandably fires back on him that he wasn’t always like this. Why he like this. He also has the much farier point that again, it’s his property and “My yard my rules” is about as much a legal rule as a note saying “I can do what I want, ron”. But Grouse understandably, hey he’s a dick but the boyd id be and e, makes him clean up and after Grouse fails to get the loud parents Lincoln, via a comination of a charming family photo and Grouse talking to his sister on the phone, finds out the real reason he acts like this: He misses his family and being on a fixed income can’t visit them often as he tells his sister he won’t be home for christmas to see his sprawling family.

And while it doesen’t excuse his actions.. it does explain why Grouse is so bitter: you would be too if you had a massive family who clealry loved you and your on good terms with.. but through no fault of your own and presumibly despite working hard toa fford retirment you just.. can’t see them. Their there and you have the phone, but you don’t know how to work the internet and it’s just.. not the same as seeing them. Your just seperated from them and can’t be near them or hear their voices or get hugs. Which.. given the current pandemic i’m sure MANY of you can relate to that.. to being seperated from your loved ones and trapped, and especailly many people mr grouses age are facing that. While this special is good even without the context of seeing it this year it especailly resonates and i’m glad I waited this long simply beaause it came at just the right time. Grouse tells him to leave not planning on calling his parents.

So in christmas special fashion, Lincoln is touched byt his story, and feels bad for the old curmudgeon. Sure they don’t get along and the bastard broke his sled.. but again you’d be bitter too in his shoes. The guy has nothing and is alone.. and Grouse has done nothing to deserve that, even with his actions resulting from it. No one should be alone on christmas. So Lincoln tells his sisters, all of whom rally around him, including Luna whose writer’s block is broken as she finally realizes...

And not singing about that was holding her back. Luna has her song and Lincoln, as expected has a plan. And we soon see that plan as Grouse gets a knock on the door.. and finds the Louds, parents included, and The McBrides all there singing him a christmas song. It’s pretty decent and the first time we really get to see Nikka Futterman sing and i’ts beautiful> Ther’ed be better, and worse luna songs to come but this is still pretty neat and sweet. THey came to offer him deocrations, dinner, company.. and a one way bus ticket to his family... presumibly the family will pay the other way or he can easier the day after christmas. Point is he’s touched, and genuinely and sincerly thanks them and invites them in, with Grouse’s actor John DiMaggio REALLY selling it hard.

So our heroes gather for Christmas Eve all together, and under Grouse’s roof with Grouse giving the kids their stuff back having had a change of heart. Sure he misses his family.. but the Louds and Mc Brides have shown him he dosen’t have to shut everyone out as a result. And while Grouse apologizes tht his sled is gone.. Lincoln’s fine with it he got something better. So the next morning we end on the kids opening presents, and Lori saving her boyfriend from axphisxiation, seriously between this and strife of the party i’m really starting to sour on lana. Regarldess Lucy finally belivies in santa both due to gifts nd seeing him last night, while Lincoln finds a sled from santa.. and then goes outside to see Mr Grouse off, recognizing he’s the one who played santa in a really sweet and senitmental bit. The two part on good terms even if Lincoln breaks another window. Things have changed if not that much. Final THoughts: If it wasn’t obvious, I REALLY loved this one. While it has it’s flaws, and Chris Savino sucks dirty ass in thunderstorms obviously.. it’s still a really sweet, well constructed special and I really recommend checking it out. It’s on the nick app if you have cable and on CBS All Acess if you have that. Until next time merry christmas to all and to all a good day.

And if ther’es an episode of the loud house you’d like me to review leave it in the comments or you can comission a review of it for five dollars. Just direct message me to work out the details or send an ask for my discord.

#the loud house #lincoln loud #lucy loud #lola loud #lori loud #leni loud #luna loud #lynn loud jr #lynn loud senior #rita loud #lily loud #lana loud #luann loud #lisa loud #clyde mcbride #harold mcbride #howard mcbride #bud grouse #christmas

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mostlysignssomeportents · 6 years ago

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2019 Hugo Award finalists announced

The 2019 Hugo Award nominees have been announced; the Hugos will be presented this summer at the 2019 World Science Fiction Convention in Dublin, Ireland.

Normally, I find that I've read and reviewed a huge slice of the year's finalists, but this year is different; I've done a lot less reading lately, partly because I wrote two books in 2018 and partly because the new EU Copyright Directive ate my life for about 10 months in the past year.

I was a little sad to be so far behind the curve when I saw the new list, but then I realized that this meant that I had a bunch of really exciting books to add to my to-be-read pile!

One notable inclusion: the Archive of Our Own fanfic archive -- a project of the Organization for Transformative Works (for whose advisory board I volunteer) -- is up for "Best Related Work."

Congrats to all the nominees!

Best Novel * The Calculating Stars, by Mary Robinette Kowal (Tor) * Record of a Spaceborn Few, by Becky Chambers (Hodder & Stoughton / Harper Voyager) * Revenant Gun, by Yoon Ha Lee (Solaris) * Space Opera, by Catherynne M. Valente (Saga) * Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik (Del Rey / Macmillan) * Trail of Lightning, by Rebecca Roanhorse (Saga)

Best Novella * Artificial Condition, by Martha Wells (Tor.com Publishing) * Beneath the Sugar Sky, by Seanan McGuire (Tor.com Publishing) * Binti: The Night Masquerade, by Nnedi Okorafor (Tor.com Publishing) * The Black God’s Drums, by P. Djèlí Clark (Tor.com Publishing) * Gods, Monsters, and the Lucky Peach, by Kelly Robson (Tor.com Publishing) * The Tea Master and the Detective, by Aliette de Bodard (Subterranean Press / JABberwocky Literary Agency)

Best Novelette * “If at First You Don’t Succeed, Try, Try Again,” by Zen Cho (B&N Sci-Fi and Fantasy Blog, 29 November 2018) * “The Last Banquet of Temporal Confections,” by Tina Connolly (Tor.com, 11 July 2018) * “Nine Last Days on Planet Earth,” by Daryl Gregory (Tor.com, 19 September 2018) * The Only Harmless Great Thing, by Brooke Bolander (Tor.com Publishing) * “The Thing About Ghost Stories,” by Naomi Kritzer (Uncanny Magazine 25, November- December 2018) * “When We Were Starless,” by Simone Heller (Clarkesworld 145, October 2018)

Best Short Story * “The Court Magician,” by Sarah Pinsker (Lightspeed, January 2018) * “The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society,” by T. Kingfisher (Uncanny Magazine 25, November-December 2018) * “The Secret Lives of the Nine Negro Teeth of George Washington,” by P. Djèlí Clark (Fireside Magazine, February 2018) * “STET,” by Sarah Gailey (Fireside Magazine, October 2018) * “The Tale of the Three Beautiful Raptor Sisters, and the Prince Who Was Made of Meat,” by Brooke Bolander (Uncanny Magazine 23, July-August 2018) * “A Witch’s Guide to Escape: A Practical Compendium of Portal Fantasies,” by Alix E. Harrow (Apex Magazine, February 2018)

Best Series * The Centenal Cycle, by Malka Older (Tor) * The Laundry Files, by Charles Stross (most recently Tor.com Publishing/Orbit) * Machineries of Empire, by Yoon Ha Lee (Solaris) * The October Daye Series, by Seanan McGuire (most recently DAW) * The Universe of Xuya, by Aliette de Bodard (most recently Subterranean Press) * Wayfarers, by Becky Chambers (Hodder & Stoughton / Harper Voyager)

Best Related Work * Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works * Astounding: John W. Campbell, Isaac Asimov, Robert A. Heinlein, L. Ron Hubbard, and the Golden Age of Science Fiction, by Alec Nevala-Lee (Dey Street Books) * The Hobbit Duology (documentary in three parts), written and edited by Lindsay Ellis and Angelina Meehan (YouTube) * An Informal History of the Hugos: A Personal Look Back at the Hugo Awards, 1953- 2000, by Jo Walton (Tor) * www.mexicanxinitiative.com: The Mexicanx Initiative Experience at Worldcon 76 (Julia Rios, Libia Brenda, Pablo Defendini, John Picacio) * Ursula K. Le Guin: Conversations on Writing, by Ursula K. Le Guin with David Naimon (Tin House Books)

Best Graphic Story * Abbott, written by Saladin Ahmed, art by Sami Kivelä, colours by Jason Wordie, letters by Jim Campbell (BOOM! Studios) * Black Panther: Long Live the King, written by Nnedi Okorafor and Aaron Covington, art by André Lima Araújo, Mario Del Pennino and Tana Ford (Marvel) * Monstress, Volume 3: Haven, written by Marjorie Liu, art by Sana Takeda (Image Comics) * On a Sunbeam, by Tillie Walden (First Second) * Paper Girls, Volume 4, written by Brian K. Vaughan, art by Cliff Chiang, colours by Matt Wilson, letters by Jared K. Fletcher (Image Comics) * Saga, Volume 9, written by Brian K. Vaughan, art by Fiona Staples (Image Comics)

Best Dramatic Presentation, Long Form * Annihilation, directed and written for the screen by Alex Garland, based on the novel by Jeff VanderMeer (Paramount Pictures / Skydance) * Avengers: Infinity War, screenplay by Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely, directed by Anthony Russo and Joe Russo (Marvel Studios) * Black Panther, written by Ryan Coogler and Joe Robert Cole, directed by Ryan Coogler (Marvel Studios) * A Quiet Place, screenplay by Scott Beck, John Krasinski and Bryan Woods, directed by John Krasinski (Platinum Dunes / Sunday Night) * Sorry to Bother You, written and directed by Boots Riley (Annapurna Pictures) * Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, screenplay by Phil Lord and Rodney Rothman, directed by Bob Persichetti, Peter Ramsey and Rodney Rothman (Sony)

Best Dramatic Presentation, Short Form * The Expanse: “Abaddon’s Gate,” written by Daniel Abraham, Ty Franck and Naren Shankar, directed by Simon Cellan Jones (Penguin in a Parka / Alcon Entertainment) * Doctor Who: “Demons of the Punjab,” written by Vinay Patel, directed by Jamie Childs (BBC) * Dirty Computer, written by Janelle Monáe, directed by Andrew Donoho and Chuck Lightning (Wondaland Arts Society / Bad Boy Records / Atlantic Records) * The Good Place: “Janet(s),” written by Josh Siegal & Dylan Morgan, directed by Morgan Sackett (NBC) * The Good Place: “Jeremy Bearimy,” written by Megan Amram, directed by Trent O’Donnell (NBC) * Doctor Who: “Rosa,” written by Malorie Blackman and Chris Chibnall, directed by Mark Tonderai (BBC)

Best Professional Editor, Short Form * Neil Clarke * Gardner Dozois * Lee Harris * Julia Rios * Lynne M. Thomas and Michael Damian Thomas * E. Catherine Tobler

Best Professional Editor, Long Form * Sheila E. Gilbert * Anne Lesley Groell * Beth Meacham * Diana Pho * Gillian Redfearn * Navah Wolfe

Best Professional Artist * Galen Dara * Jaime Jones * Victo Ngai * John Picacio * Yuko Shimizu * Charles Vess

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Kit’s secret fire message #8

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vjewfa sxvjish qk hqw awfvy cjgrj

(luminous)

Kit was arrested mid motion, his black duffle bag hung limply on his left shoulder, half open. He didn’t even notice the three pairs of socks that fell from it, nor his favorite grey shirt which was threatening to follow.

The fire message felt odd between his trembling fingers, like a foreign object, like he never in his life held a piece of paper.

Kit looked at the neatly written letters as if they were holding the answers to every single question he ever asked.. That might as well be true, he thought, if he was right in believing the message was sent by.. Ty.

Ty, just his name sent shivers down his spine, and the memory of the silver of his eyes, crackling with the reflection of the campfire near lake lynn, made Kit’s knees buckle. He dropped his bag on the floor and sent for the wall near him, steadying his legs and his heartbeat.

It’s been over a month since Ty answered Kit’s goodbye with a single “Don’t”, and Kit didn’t know how to respond to it.

The third drawer of his desk was littered with dozens of crumpled letters, heaps of poems that never felt like the right thing to say. On his defense, he never wanted to say the right thing - he just wanted to say what he felt.

Kit went from one emotion to the next in the blink of an eye; the utmost joy of knowing Ty didn’t want him to stay away filled him for a solid week until he realized how unfair it was. He exposed every single beat of his heart, presented it to Ty in the hope he will answer his feelings, or just answer at all.. and all he had to say was “Don’t”?

Then again, Ty never used five words, let alone a full sentence, when he could use one. Kit knew that, and it wasn’t fair of him to expect Ty, who he knew didn’t feel the same about him, to give away his feelings (or the lack of them) after Kit had left him the way he did.

But still, he needed more. When he finally had enough of trying to phrase himself correctly and sent his last poem, tear stricken and drenched in sweat, he fell to his bed and knew that whatever Ty answered, if he even did, Kit had given every last drop of emotion he had in him.

That night was the coldest he could ever remember, as cold as the blinking eye of a demon.

Kit stared at the six words, if they could even be described as words, and wondered what they meant. Was it a joke? No, he thought. Ty wouldn’t do that. Perhaps it was a test. A code. Yes, Kit’s heart leaped. It must be a code. And Ty had given him the clue to decipher it. luminous.

Kit remembered that day in the Los Angeles institute’s library, when they were planning a trip to the shadow market to try and collect ingredients for the spell that was supposed to bring Livvy back. A familiar ache settled itself in Kit’s chest, the same ache that bore Livvy’s name, her mischievous smile, her deep ocean blue-green eyes.

“Ah, Watson,” said Ty. “You may not yourself be luminous, but you are an extraordinary conductor of light.”

Kit’s lips rose just a little as he remembered the words of his own Sherlock.

Not my Sherlock, he started to scolded himself, before he paused. Sherlock. That’s the key.

Kit grabbed the fire message, ran out of the room and headed towards the library, where the only computer, used mostly by him, was installed.

As he made his way through the narrow corridors he heard Jem’s soft voice calling after him.

“Kit? Are you getting ready? The portal will be opening soon”.

Right. Portal. The usual trip to the London institute.

“Yeah I’m almost ready, just need to look something up first” he called and entered the brightly lit room.

The library of the Carstairs manor in Devon was one of Kit’s favorite rooms. There was a feel to it that spoke of endless possibilities, of knowledge Kit could choose to acquire, and not forced to.

He learned, in his time with Jem and Tessa, that his knowledge of the shadow world wasn’t as basic as he thought.. but nevertheless, he wanted to know more. He wanted with all his might to understand these people, these Shadowhunters that he was now supposed to be one of. He wanted to be.

He was scared, at first, that the fact that he is not living with active shadowhunters would mean his training and education will be less than what they could have been, if he lived in a regular institute, or with a regular shadowhunters family. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. Both of his adoptive parents probably knew more about shadowhunters history than any living, active shadowhunter there is. And Jem, as it turned out, was a great warrior. You didn’t think he’d be one, being 150 years old and all, but he was.. and besides, he had Jace.

Kit grinned, thinking about his cousin always made him want to be better. After he skipped the phase in which he was terrified by every little thing Jace had asked him to do (like jump off a tree with nothing to catch him) and actually started doing it, he found that his very annoying distant relative was.. actually a solid tutor.

Kit became better at being a shadowhunter than he ever thought he could be, and he knew that it was thanks to his family.

He did have to go every once in a while to the London institute, though. There were tests he had to take if he wanted the clave to recognize him as an active shadowhunter. That was the reason they were headed there right now.

Kit clicked franticly on the computer’s power button, willing it to start faster. As soon as it did, he opened the browser and searched for the only name that made sense - Arthur Conan Doyle.

He knew the code to decipher Ty’s message must be something to do with the author of his favorite books, so he wrote down every significant and insignificant detail he could find on a stranded piece of paper that he found at the near desk, just as Jem entered the room.

Kit hastily pocketed the two pieces of paper and turned to face him.

“I know, I know. Let me just get my bag..”

Jem looked at him suspiciously but with clear fondness in his eyes. “Just hurry up, Kit.. the portal will open any minute now.. and you know how Evelyn gets when you’re late”, he smirked.

Kit loved it when Jem smirked, it was so out of character for him.

“Yeah yeah, she’ll make me eat some of Bridget’s porridge”, he mumbled, the taste of the sticky goo still fresh in his memory.

“I wonder when did she got so bad at cooking. She was pretty good when I was young” Jem mused out loud.

The truth was, Bridget always gave Kit the creeps. And the fact that she was probably the most ancient thing in that institute didn’t help to improve her image, nor her cooking, as it happened.

“Where’s Tessa and Min? I want to say goodbye before we leave..” Kit stared around him, a bit disappointed that his favorite little monster didn’t come to see him out.

“Tessa just gotten her to sleep, she was running around all morning, trying to skin Church alive”.

Kit burst out laughing “That’s my girl. Plus, he could use the exercise. He wasn’t this lumpy back in LA…”

Kit felt the air catching at his throat as the flood of unwanted memories washed over him.

The beach, Ty’s beautiful fingers against the cat’s grey fur, and Kit’s clenched heart.

Jem eyed him knowingly and patted on his back. “You’re right, son. We shall buy some low fat tuna for him before we return”.

The shimmering lines of the portal had formed in front of them, and without look back, they walked through it.

—

“It is highly rude of you, you know” Jessamine declared.

“hmm? What is?” Kit answered absentmindedly.

“You hardly come to visit me anymore, and now that you have, you pay me no attention! As if I’m not even there!”

Kit have her his most dazzling smile “Well, you are a ghost, you know…”

Jessamine exclaimed as if terribly insulted. “Exactly! I’m.. bored! There’s no one here to talk to!” Kit’s grin widened, “Jessy, even if every occupant of this institute could see you, they still wouldn’t be much of a conversationalists” Jessy eyed him with disdain “As I said - rude. What is it that you’re doing, anyway?”

Kit was sprawled on the floor of the London institute’s library, scribbling simultaneously on five pieces of paper.

“I’m trying to decipher a code” he said with a troubled look.

“A code? Shadowhunters write in codes now?” She sighed “I’m far too old for these sort of things”.

Kit’s laugh felt forced even to his own ears “Not all shadowhunters.. just this one. And I’m not sure I’m making much of a progress with it anyway. I’ve read my fair share of detective novels, mind you.. and I can’t figure out how I’m supposed to crack this..”

Jessamine leaned over him, no- through him, to examine the fire message, and Kit felt as if his insides were suddenly soaked with icy water.

“Hey! Who's the rude one now?” Jessamine gave him a pointed look that made her delicate features resemble Evelyn’s.

“It looks rather complicated. In my days we would just lock our secrets in a safe and be done with it. Why do you modern people have to complicate everything?”

She really did look like Evelyn now, Kit thought, as the meaning of Jessamine’s words dawned on him. Lock their secrets.. Lock.

Kit knew locks, he knew them very well, in fact. He could pick most locks in under thirty seconds, even the complicated ones, those with a code combination. And all of a sudden, Kit knew exactly what he should do.

“It’s like a combination lock! I just need to move the letters backwards alphabetically according to the numbers on the key!”

Kit’s heart was racing, he had it! He was sure of it.

“The key? It’s a piece of paper, Christopher, not a safe, if you hadn’t noticed”

Kit’s hands were trembling and he felt as if his heart was stuck in the middle of his throat.

“A key to crack the code, Jessy. Look, he sent me a clue. Luminous. It’s from Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes was written by Arthur Conan Doyle. Now, it has to be a number. I have his date of birth, death, when Sherlock was first published.. It can even be the birth date of Sherlock himself but that one is inconclusive. He wouldn’t have used something that is not a solid fact. Right?”

He looked up at Jessamine, who stared at him as if every word he just said was in mandarin. Kit knew a little mandarin, but not enough to make a whole speech. “Nevermind, I’ll try the date of birth”.

Jessamine gave him a long, peculiar look and said “Hurry up, Kit. Jem, Evelyn and miss Mendoza are nearly done with their meeting. If you wish to know what young mr. Blackthorn had written, you must hurry”.

Kit stared at her, completely astonished.

“How.. how do you know I was talking about Ty?” Jessamine gave him a wry smile and started towards the door, “I may not know much about locks or codes, Christopher, but I know about broken hearts,” her voice was soft, and Kit felt it like a faint whisper against his skin, “...and I know you”.

For a few moments, Kit just sat there. His head felt like a beehive of thoughts, bombarding one another with fears anger, confusion and excitement, until one thought became coherent - I can solve Ty’s message.

He slowly places the heavy parchment in front of him, the torn paper with Conan Doyle’s information already in his hand. He began with copying Ty’s message, and under each letter he wrote the numbers of Conan Doyle’s date of birth, again and again, until every letter had its own number. Then he started counting the letters backwards, according to the number underneath it.

V became T, J became H, and so he continued until the first word was completed- Theres.

Kit’s heart was pounding so hard that all sounds around him were momentarily muted. He didn’t hear the scratching noise his pen made on the paper or the soft tapping of the rain on the milky white windows.

He continued to the next word; S became an N, X - O, V - T, J - H, I - I, S - N, H - G.

Nothing. There’s nothing.

Kit’s heart sank. He feared what he would find next. There’s nothing I can say to you? There’s nothing I want from you? There’s nothing between us? But none of those options fit the number of the letters left to decipher, and he felt too anxious to guess any longer.

He took a deep breath and continued. He didn’t pause as the letters formed themselves into a full sentence, didn’t dare to read until the whole sentence was written in front of him, black on white. And if there was any doubt left in Kit’s heart that it was Ty’s message, it had vanished completely.

There’s nothing if you aren’t there

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