#That was quite the ride

[calissarowan]

Duman: Well, everybody, we had quite the ride, didn’t we?

Ogron: Who are you talking to? You’re not even looking at anything.

Duman: But there’s an important lesson you should take from this.

Ogron: You’re just staring at the wall!

Duman: Remember, kids. No matter how good an idea it might seem to mix twenty different flavours of Fanta and try and set them on fire, it just makes a sticky mess.

Ogron: …What? How is that related to you being president?!

Duman: It’s not. It’s been over a month, Ogron. I did do other stuff, y’know.

Ogron: Okay, but who are you-

Duman: And remember, everyone: even if it doesn’t look like I’m in the reboot, I’m a shapeshifter. Of course I’m there. I’m the coolest-looking new character. And if I’m not, I’m at Rainbow’s headquarters, loudly complaining about everything with Stella.

Ogron: What reboot? What’s Rainbow? Who the bloody hell are you talking to?!

Stella: And remember to vote for us in the next election!

Duman: Stell, they can’t vote, they’re not in our dimension.

Stella: …

Stella: Technicality!

Narrator: And so, the Winx end another adventure, in…a slightly different way to what we planned, honestly. Duman’s the president and not dead…Ogron’s not frozen���Stella…well, Stella was gonna be pretty much alive, but she wasn’t the president. And also, Nabu’s fine. Living his best life, actually. So’s Aisha. They got married, by the way. So nice. And y’know, they managed to get back to Andros early, and they had a good talk with Tritannus and talked him out of whatever he was going through, so that’s nice. Oh, and also-!

Duman: The narrator’s gone totally off-script.

Stella: Oh, let em speak. We’re the only ones that can hear them, after all, and they deserve a little time to ramble.

Ogron: Anagan! Duman and Stella are pretending to hear things I can’t again!

Narrator: And so, Ogron went running to Anagan like a petulant child, while Stella and Duman laughed at the narrator’s astute observations, before returning to their work as presidents, a job that, oddly, would never bore the two most easily-distracted people in the history of- nope, nevermind, they got sidetracked by a pen with ink that changes colours.

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Now that Eric has no need to court Kilmeny anymore -- for she has agreed to marry him -- he immediately is ready to give up teaching. We are, what, a week and change into the school year? We knew Eric didn't like teaching, but even still. Why did he even agree to stay on for the year? He could just as easily have said no to the trustees and just stayed in Lindsay on his own dime. He has money and the Williamsons definitely like him enough to let him keep boarding with them even if he's not teaching. Also:

True, he had “signed papers” to teach the school for a year; but he knew that the trustees would let him off if he procured a suitable substitute.

Scare quotes: alive and well in 1910.

Kilmeny has agreed to get married in the spring. She continues her streak of being able to actually stand up to Eric by refusing to marry him immediately. This is a good sign for the future, if she's able to continue sticking up for herself and forcing him to accept her refusals. Or she'll get tired of arguing every tiny little thing with him. Who's to say.

Anyway, her stated reason is that she has literally seen, what, six people in her entire life and needs to get used to people gradually before jumping into marriage. (Sidenote: has anyone actually told her who Eric actually is? The Gordons know who his dad is and what his future career is going to be -- have they told her what will be expected of her as his wife?) The Gordons also want her to stay the winter:

“But we want to keep her with us for another winter yet,” explained Thomas Gordon patiently. “We are going to miss her terrible when she does go, Master. She has never been away from us for a day—she is all the brightness there is in our lives. It is very kind of you to say that she can come home whenever she likes, but there will be a great difference. She will belong to your world and not to ours. That is for the best—and we wouldn’t have it otherwise. But let us keep her as our own for this one winter yet.”

The fairy is leaving fairyland and even if she comes back she will forever be changed. Also even setting aside the metaphors, she's never left her family! Of course they're going to miss her! PEI is still at this point somewhat hard to get to from the mainland. There's like trains and boats and stuff involved. They will not see her often.

Eric also doesn't want Kilmeny to go to boarding school. I think Eric should back off and let Kilmeny do what she wants to do.

So Eric writes to his dad and tells him the full story. Instead of replying, Mr. Marshall just up and shows up in Lindsay to interrogate his son. Like David Baker, Mr. Marshall thinks Eric has fully taken leave of his senses. Which, on the one hand, Eric is 24 and behaving wildly out of character. On the other, Eric's line has always been, 'I will know when I have met The One and I will not be swayed from her when it happens.' He is, in fact, behaving exactly as he had always said he would. If you're going to insist that your heart lead the way, your family can't be surprised when your heart picks someone who doesn't come with a pedigree.

Mr. Marshall is genuinely angry though, and basically tells Eric that if he doesn't approve of Kilmeny then Eric's choices are to give her up or be disowned. If Kilmeny is not the second coming of the late Mrs. Marshall then it's all over for both of them.

For the love of god stop tethering Kilmeny to the legacies of people's dead mothers!

So they go to meet Kilmeny, who is very conveniently in full fairy queen glory:

Kilmeny was reading on the bench under the lilac trees when they reached the orchard. She stood up and came shyly forward to meet them, guessing who the tall, white-haired old gentleman with Eric must be. As she approached Eric saw with a thrill of exultation that she had never looked lovelier. She wore a dress of her favourite blue, simply and quaintly made, as all her gowns were, revealing the perfect lines of her lithe, slender figure. Her glossy black hair was wound about her head in a braided coronet, against which a spray of wild asters shone like pale purple stars. Her face was flushed delicately with excitement. She looked like a young princess, crowned with a ruddy splash of sunlight that fell through the old trees.

And, of course, she is beautiful and graceful and dainty and wins Mr. Marshall's approval without even a word. Looks are all that matter when it comes to picking a wife. Kilmeny is beautiful and non-disabled and what else could you possibly want?

The end!

[mothhue]

A hat under waters: Subcon seas!

Planning to edit snatcher's design in the future because I'm not that proud of it & already have something in mind, but have this for now :) (...aaand I now realize that most of the text might be hard to read! whoops I'll make it clearer on the next one, apologies)

[ruubesz-draws]

Starting a big comic series!

Get ready for tomorrow! :D

Sneak peek!👀

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Love drunk and we're never sober.. If I die tonight then I'll die happily, with your hands on me.. 🧡💜

-Wrong by Omar Rudberg

[boba-pearl-writes]

Bug - 11/11/24 - word count: 163 - @rosekillermicrofic

“Look, Bat. It reminds me of you.”

“It’s a… beetle,” Barty said, confused, looking at where Evan had knelt down to look at a spot on the pavement. He was looking at a beetle with a deep green, almost shiny looking shell.

“It’s the Green June Beetle,” Evan said, almost a whisper. “It has the same color as your eyes.” Barty knelt down next to him, and soon they were both just staring at the little green beetle.

“Huh.”

Evan cast a petrificus totalus charm over it, rendering it completely still.

“Why’d you do that?” Barty asked, confused. Evan pocketed the bug and looked Barty in the eye.

“So I can take off the shell for my collection. It’s beautiful,” Evan said, his face a mask. “Like your eyes,” he whispered, after a bit of thought.

Barty smiled and stood up, holding out a hand to pull Evan up as well. “You think my eyes are beautiful?”

Evan smiled back at him. “...Yeah.”

[spkyart]

Under the red sky

[theside-b]

"Even poison turns to love"

Hama Shogo and Hyodo Katsumi star in LOVE IS A POISON • 毒恋 (2024)

[janeya]

jane flight masterpost

(decided to finally repost this seperately from a reblog from another account's post so its easier to find)

2016-2019 american tour, jungle theatre, and mccarter/arena appear to all use a similar style rig, which uses a waist/back harness to allow them to spin and go upside down.

some theatre company uses a typical small-scale lift that doesnt spin

cs arts and eastview use the same seesaw-style lift, although the first rendition is much more polished (cs arts is a little janky). from the available pictures, it seems like steamer no. 10 uses this as well though thats less confirmed as there are no videos

majestic repertory jane flies for a very short moment at the end of the song! she also uses the seesaw method.

the metropolitan theatre also uses a pretty standard flight sequence- from what i know, she's simply lowered and lifted (similar to stc). beck centre theatre also uses a similar 'up-and-down' lift, the difference being its staged to be a 'test your strength' carnival game. again, the latter is less polished, since beck centre uses cables instead of a more reliable lifting system like the ones used in stc or the american tour productions. its a cool concept though!

hickory community theatre and usd theatre both use flight systems that go VERY high up so thats realy cool. usd uses a cable rig that lifts her freely by her back, causing her to spin slowly in the air. for hickory, i dont have much to go off of other than these images so i dont really know what sort of rig they use but it looks somewhat similar.

then there's a super insane flight rig where jane does backflips and is upside down!! (its incredibly hard to see so i apologize but just trust me. ive posted videos on here of it. its wild). it isnt the sort of rig where there are cables spinning her, it seems like she has full control over her flipping which i genuinely have not seen done in theatre much ever.

boise little theatre uses a rig that makes it look like she's being held up and pulled around by her neck?? its very scary but has a really cool effect for jane. i wish i could tell you how this one works but we only have a very small clip to go off of. i believe it could be a harness that attaches around her shoulders?

sinclair community college appears to use a harness/cable rig but im not 100 percent on how the sequence works

also according to an actor from the stagecoach production, jane had a flight rig, though i know nothing about that one. :)

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[mugwot]

i just think Bonbon deserves some wings to flap with

you can see the moment when Bonnie has realised their own mortality

[the-roo-too]

this is the literature; i don’t need no shakespeare in school

JYP x reader?? fluff 😈

YOURJE INSANE TO THINK I WOULD EVER DO THAY.

I Love You 3000 | J.Park

SUMMARY: A short of JYP loving you. I am not actually adding a summary for this. A warning will be added, though.

Pairings: J fucking YP x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: JYP, Park Jinyoung, Jay Park

Genre: living in moms basement AU(tbh I don't know anymore), standards lowered, hope they break up

A/N: If you see this and we've interacted.. scroll, I BEGGG(Only did this because I wanted to show how grateful I was that I would do anything for you guys)

It was on one of those days when you and your boyfriend had been laying on the cold floor, embracing each other's warmth. His tiny dry lips infecting you with kisses that you hoped would last forever.

"I could do this all day." He ugly smiled, turning you red.

It was all too casual, just laying on the floor and doing what abnormal couples would do. At first, no one had been supportive of your relationship. Given his ugly personality, it wasn't the only thing that scared them off. Yet, love was addicting like that no matter the people you loved. He was everything you truly wanted in a world filled with pesky icky men.

"Do you want another kiss on your nose sugar plum?" He softly asked.

You turned away, already too red from the kisses that involved what others called stinky onion breath. It made you sad as to why they thought it was an insult because you loved onions. He was your man, and the only person that could insult him was the mom who had let him live in her basement(which the two of you were romantically laying down in).

"No more," you shyly replied, "I'm afraid it could infect me and turn me into a lovesick zombie!"

A smirk formed, showing the true resemblance between him and Shrek. "Really? You're cute when you're shy."

Before pretending to turn a blind eye to his comment, he pulled you closer. You waited until he closed his eyes, showing his lushy eyelashes. Taking the opportunity, you plucked one of them out before whispering a 'oops'. It felt so romantic to you. He stopped his actions, ugly smiling once more before kicking you into the rusty garbage holder filled with fire since he couldn't afford a stove. Romantic.

[desertsunoversea]

[talking about Scarlett] Julian: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like her a little bit. Legend: You doodled your wedding invitation. Julian: No, that’s our joint tombstone. Legend: My mistake.

[real-odark]

ocean, immune to brainrot, is grinding her teeth

[dumplingsjinson]

thigh riding prompts?

List of thigh riding prompts 

“Look at you, drooling over my thighs. You wanna ride them that bad?” “Y-yes please.” 

“Fuck, you’re doing so great for me, sweetheart,” Character A praises, hands gripping onto the sides of character B’s hips as they rub themselves against their thigh in a quickening pace; smiling a little when Character B whimpers at the praise. 

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, love,” Character B taunts as Character A comes all over their thigh. “But we’re not done yet; you don’t look sated.” 

“I wanna ride your thigh,” Character A murmurs, hitching themselves on top of Character B’s thigh, watching in satisfaction as Character B’s face reddens. “Please?” they add, tilting their head to the side, already grinding themselves against Character B’s thigh. 

Character A kissing down Character B’s neck and leaving hickeys to bloom on their skin as Character B desperately humps their thigh.

“My thigh feels good, doesn’t it?” Character A murmurs as Character B continues to rut against their thigh, muffled whimpers against Character’s A neck. “Sweet,” Character A says. “See, this is what you get when you behave, hm?” they say, giving their ass cheeks a firm squeeze.

“It’s so cute just how easily you get off with just my thigh, don’t you think?”

Character A gripping onto Character B’s waist while Character B rolls their hips against their thigh, head thrown back in utter pleasure. 

“God, how long have you been thinking of doing this?” Character A questions as they watch Character B rut themselves silly against their thigh. “For so— for so fucking long,” Character B grits out, feeling themselves coming closer by the second; their hands on Character A’s shoulders tightening. 

Character B just going completely wild on Character A’s thigh while Character A watches in frustration, their hands tied (literally) so they can’t touch them or tease them further to their heart’s content, nor can they touch themselves to this sight. (Oh, and what a fucking sight it is.) 

[dxrktopaz]

i need more tattoos 🫠