#adam x edith

[sysba]

the recent playthroughs make me think about the breakfast scene a lot because A is having their lil secret breakdown and won't feed in front of the detective to avoid showing the 'monstrous' side of them or whatever the deal is and meanwhile edith is like. you're here you're queer you're vampires i'm used to it i'm hungry [stuffing her face w as much real food as she can while she has the chance] they're so silly

[andrasta14]

So the cover of my book journal has me feeling like uncultured swine again, because all the book titles on it are famous couples/duos in literature, tv shows and movies etc and at least half of them have me like: ?????

I'm enough of a nerd to want to know where they're all from, and it's been bugging me for years. But Googling them feels somehow unsporting to me. lol (Plus I think some of the spellings are French?)

So...see a pair you recognize? Let me know. 🙏

~ Couples Listed ~

Fanfan & Alexandre = ???

Lana & Clark = Superman

Paul & Joanne = ???

Andromacue & Hector = The Iliad/Greek Mythology

Leonard & Salaì = ???

Orpheus and Eurydice = Greek Mythology

Lisbeth & Miriam = ???

Mathilde & Manech = ???

Chimène & Rodrigue = ???

Emma & Dexter = ???

Yves & Pierre = Yves Saint-Laurent and Pierre Bergé

Arlequin & Columbine = ???

Julien & Mme de Rênal = The Scarlet and the Black

Edward & Vivian = ???

Edith and Marcel = ???

Marty & Jennifer = Back to the Future

Franck & Ava = ???

Jack & Rose = Titantic

Elisabeth & Richard = ???

Chouchou & Loulou = ??? (The hell kind of names are those? lol)

Roger & Jessica = ??? (Idk the first thing that jumped to mind was Roger & Jessica Rabbit lol)

Figaro & Rosine = The Marriage of Figaro

Christian & Anastasia = 50 Shades of Grey

Leeloo & Korhen = ???

Abelard & Héloïse = medieval historical romance, unsure of details

Valmont & Cecile = Dangerous Liaisons

Sam & Molly = ???

Gaston & Melle Jeanne = ???

Drazic & Anita = ???

Don Juan & Charlotte = Don Juan/Don Giovanni

Mike & Susan = Desperate Housewives

Helen & Paris = The Iliad/Greek Mythology

Quasimodo & Esmeralda = The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

Rachel & Ross = Friends

Marilyn & John = Marilyn Munroe and John F. Kennedy?

Satine & Christian = Moulin Rouge

Dorian & Henri = The Portrait of Dorian Gray

Tarzan & Jane = Tarzan

Edward & Bella = Twilight

Nino & Amélie = Amélie

Mulder & Scully = The X-Files

Arthur & Paul = Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine

Harry & Sally = When Harry Met Sally

Sandy & Danny = Grease

Benny & Joon = Benny & Joon

Toi & Moi = ???

Maverick & Charlie = Top Gun

Candy & Anthony = ???

Odysseus & Penelope = The Odyssey/The Iliad/Greek Mythology

Thelma & Louise = Thelma & Louise

Titus & Berenice = Titus and Berenice is a 1676 tragedy by Thomas Otway.

Ariane & Solal = ???

Paul & Virginie = Paul and Virginie by Jacques-Henri Bernardin de Saint-Pierre (1788).

Johnny & BB = ???

Cyrano & Roxane = Cyrano de Bergerac

Marius & Fanny = ???

Chloe & Colin = ???

Adam & Eve = The Bible

Tristan & Iseult = Tristan and Isolde

Bonnie & Clyde = the historical Bonnie & Clyde

Popeye & Olive = Popeye the Sailor Man

Simone & Yves = ???

Buffy & Angel = Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Lauren & Humphrey = Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart?

Carrie and Mr Big = Sex in the City

Harry & Ginny = Harry Potter series

Clarence & Alabama = ???

Alceste & Célimène = ???

Lancelot & Guinevere = Arthurian legend

~*~

Edit:

From @theduchessofboredom

#arthur & paul could be art (arthur) garfunkel and paul simon #paul & virginie is the title of a famous 18th century novel #nino and amélie is definitely Amélie :) #yves & pierre are yves saint-laurent and pierre bergé

From @that-laj

Marty & Jennifer are from Back to the Future, if they’re the Marty and Jennifer I think they are.

@didoscity

Mike and susan are from desperate housewives (embarassed to know this). Also arthur and paul are definitely, to me, arthur rimbaud and paul verlaine. sorry for simon and garfunkel 😂

oh and titus and berenice is the name of a tragedy by corneille!

[veronicaleighauthor]

get to know the blogger!

Rules: Fill out the following categories, then tag nine people you'd like to get to know better! I stole this from the one and only @rarepairheathen

three ships: Rumbelle (Rumpelstiltskin x Belle from OUAT), Belle and Beast/Adam (Beauty and the Beast), George x Bertha (George Russell and Bertha Russell from The Gilded Age)

first ship: Sonic and Sally from Sonic the Hedgehog. But the first ship I really got involved in was Anya and Dimitri from Anastasia.

last song i listened to: "Leaning on the Everlasting Arm," by Iris Dement; and "Don't Stop Believin'" by Richard Goodall. Richard Goodall is from my hometown, Terre Haute, and he was on America's Got Talent! Here's his performance:

currently reading: "The House of Mirth," by Edith Wharton. Going to start on "I Capture the Castle," by Dodie Smith.

currently watching: The Gilded Age Season One.

currently craving: Chocolate and coffee.

Tagging: You're all invited to do this.

[laismoura-art]

It hurts me deeply how open some people are to this concept.

When Deadpool 3 was announced we Brazilians were quite curious about Wolverines dub, that because Wolverine (and by extention Hugh Jackman) had been dubbed by Isaac Bardavid for 30+ years!

He dubbed every X-Men/Wolverine Cartoon and movie there was and dubbed Hugh on other projects of his too!

Hugh also met him in one of his visits to Brazil. Hugh had major respect for Isaac and his work!

And as you might have guessed, Issac passed in 2022 (he was 91yo). Hugh even posted a homage to him on his Instagram!

Isaac was one of our greatest! A true legend of dubbing!

And yet, some dumbasses are willing to give his voice to some SOULLESS MACHINE! His voice, his work, his legacy! And the worst part is that his family WON'T be paid for it!

Isaac and other VA said MULTIPLE times that making a living out of dubbing in Brazil is extremely hard! Heck! Nádia Carvalho (Edith Head-- Edna Modas, as we Brazilians know her) used to live in such poverty that her VA friends had to bring her food so she wouldn't starve!

I cannot imagine e bigger disrespect to Isaac, who witnessed and lived through all the struggles a Brazilian VA has to go through in industry, than to use his voice to make the lives of other VA more difficult!

Can you imagine that? Think that they are using your work (without your consent (Isaac was adamant that no one should use his voice after his death)) to take away opportunities of other fellow VA??

It would be the death of me!🤮

Why are people so lax about AI voices, it's honestly way scarier to me than AI art

[latibvles]

WITH YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER.

PAIRING: Dick Winters x Reader

GENRE: Tooth-rotting fluff. Cavity-inducing even.

SUMMARY: Aimless Austria sweetness featuring shirtless Dick Winters because I am a simple woman with simple needs. Yes I was in fact listening to Older by 5SOS when writing this.

DEDICATIONS: @liebgotts-lovergirl because you can bet your ass this is me projecting all of the love I have for Major Winters into a ficlet after that cute prompt you sent me

he is literally so fine fr okay um moving right along ( and no this isn’t proofread )—

In your time in Europe — one undeniable truth became apparent. Peace was hard fought. The serenity of Zell Am See was a testament to that fact. That, and the silver band which now occupied your ring finger, catching the light of the early morning sun.

You sit patiently at the water’s edge as he swims back to you, pushing himself back up onto the rock and pushing his fingers through sopping reddish hair. Almost immediately thereafter, he slips his matching silver band onto his own finger, and shoots you a warm smile.

It wasn’t a wedding ring — but it was definitely a promise. Dick had been more than adamant on the fact that as much as he loved showering you with German loot, your engagement ring had to be more special than that. Promise rings, however, were fair game, plucked from a long abandoned house near the Eagle’s Nest, exchanged in the quiet of a balcony with the soft-spoken promise of “When things are better.”

That being said, things here honestly felt pretty damn good.

Reaching up to dry off his own hair with a towel, you begin to giggle and at that, Dick raises a curious brow.

“What is it?”

“I was expecting you to shake your head like a dog again n’ get me all wet.” You tease, and you can hear his quiet scoff as he sets the towel down.

“It was one time and I didn’t see you,” he’s not actually upset, so the way his voice takes on an almost childish sort of whine that’s so out of character for him is equally as amusing.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going blind now, Dickie.” He rolls his eyes fondly at the nickname. He’d shown you a letter from his parents once, back in Aldbourne. Ever since, when you really wanted to mess with him, the name rolled off your tongue as easily as any other quip did. Admittedly, he didn’t mind it whenever it came from you.

“Then I won’t tell you.”

His smile only grows when you reach out to slightly push him — a warm hand upon his chilled skin from the water. He sways only slightly, because he isn’t really trying to resist, before he scoots back beside you. You look over his face, the amused glint in his eyes as he returns your stare. Dick Winters was perfectly capable of smiling and joking and laughing with the rest — it was just rare to see him actually do it. Breaking professionalism was something Nixon was more often the witness of and victim to, gaining a sort of self-serving amusement watching his best friend respond to his sarcasm with equal dryness or some other remark.

Nixon, and you, who had managed to worm your way in and get him to laugh and smile more often than he really should’ve.

It started with small things, almost comically childish in nature, like pulling a stink-eye when Sobel had his back turned or participating in the good-natured ribbing that most if not all enlisted men partook in. Then going back and forth with Nix whenever he happened to be around, and eventually annexing Dick into your jests on the one-off occasion.

Without necessarily meaning to, you’d managed to stumble your way into Dick’s heart — he, on the other hand, seemed to march into yours to the cadence of your heartbeat.

“Withholding information is a terrible way to start off a marriage. Your poor mother would faint at the very thought,” All he can do is laugh, wholeheartedly, at your immediate response. While it was definitely true, Edith Winters would have many words on the matter — the entire hypothetical was so ridiculous that he couldn’t help himself.

“Then I guess I’ll have to tell you when I go blind after all.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

You lapse for a moment into silence, reaching over to lace your fingers and smile fondly at Dick’s matching promise ring. As the morning sun continues to rise and break through the trees lining the lake, you find yourself resting your cheek on the man’s freckled shoulder, pressing a kiss to it and then bumping your nose against it. In response, you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.

It feels like, for the briefest moment, that the world has come to a halt, holding their breath and allowing two young lovers to cherish this moment of respite. You both knew that even in peace times, work was to be done — wrangling the soldiers into some semblance of order, managing POWs, all sorts of things that would no doubt demand your immediate attention in the coming hours.

But all that could wait.

Right now, all that really mattered was Dick’s thumb tracing small patterns into the back of your hand, the water droplets smeared by the cheek on his skin, the stillness in the air, the ripples in the pond, and the feeling that, without even needing to check — your hearts were likely beating in time, the same pulse thrumming through two bodies at a slow and steady pace.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your hair, and while he’s said it before, you’ve always noticed how it slips out easier and easier with time. Like it’s as second nature as breathing, as objective as the sky being blue.

“I love you, too.” you whisper in kind, and you don’t need to look directly at him to know he’s smiling.

When things are better, you’d promised each other. When you could really settle down, crank out a whole guest list of wedding invites, meet Ethel Winters face-to-face and Annie too. When Dick could get you a ring even more special than the ones you wore now. That kind of better. But if that was better — this kind of peace was a pretty good place to start. And it was more than worth fighting for.

And if you stay there on the water’s edge, simplistically entwined for a few moments longer than you normally would — that was no one’s business but your own.

[astrognossienne]

What celebrities can you think of that have managed to develop their sun or reach its highest potential if that makes sense? Like how you said Betty White is one of the few developed Capricorns, do you think there are others who have done the same with their sign?

aries: lady gaga, kristen stewart, reese witherspoon, jennifer garner, selena, jessica chastain, bette davis, marvin gaye, gregory peck

taurus: malcolm x, audrey hepburn, george clooney, leonardo da vinci, elizabeth II, penelope cruz, cher, william shakespeare, daniel day-lewis, stevie wonder, orson welles, tchaikovsky, socrates, jimmy stewart, laurence olivier

gemini: lauryn hill, lenny kravitz, jfk, marilyn monroe, stevie nicks, johnny depp, prince, paul mccartney, naomi campbell, judy garland, jean-paul sartre, marquis de sade, michael j. fox, anne frank, miles davis, josephine baker

cancer: robin williams, princess diana, meryl streep, diahann carroll, prince william, elon musk, solange, dalai lama, nikola tesla, tom hanks, nelson mandela, angela merkel, mike tyson, alexander the great, frida kahlo, liv tyler, ernest hemingway, anthony bourdain, julius caesar, natalie wood, franz kafka, ringo starr, richard branson, malala yousafzai, debie harry, elizabeth warren, chris cornell, missy elliott, marcel proust, antoine de saint-exupery, cat stevens, helen keller, kawhi leonard, lena horne, michael phelps

leo: jackie kennedy, jennifer lopez, arnold schwarzenegger, robert de niro, coco chanel, kate bush, helen mirren

virgo: michael jackson, keanu reeves, mother theresa, karl lagerfeld, elizabeth I, jeremy irons, ray charles, mary shelley

libra: desmond tutu, rita hayworth, cardi b, brigitte bardot, gwen stefani, catherine deneuve, kim kardashian, oscar wilde, bruce springsteen, christopher reeve

scorpio: lisa bonet, grace kelly, vivien leigh,alain delon, pablo picasso, winona ryder, marie curie, hedy lamarr, rupaul, chloe sevigny, robert f. kennedy, carl sagan, sylvia plath, joni mitchell, anna wintour, albert camus

sagittarius: jimi hendrix, zoe kravitz, brad pitt, bruce lee, tina turner, frank sinatra, ludwig van beethoven, edith piaf, maria callas, jane birkin, adam clayton powell jr, marina abramovic, jane austen, gianni versace

capricorn: david bowie, aaliyah, betty white, dolly parton, mlk, ralph fiennes, michelle obama, francoise hardy, kate moss, sade, marlene dietrich, joan of arc, benjamin franklin

aquarius: abraham lincoln, jennifer aniston, shakira, mozart, oprah, megan thee stallion, paul newman, fdr, thomas edison, virginia woolf, kelly rowland, brandy, michael hutchence, peter gabriel, eddie van halen

pisces: sidney poitier, anais nin, albert einstein, kurt cobain, liz taylor, drew barrymore, juliette binoche, edgar cayce, jon bon jovi, johnny cash, chopin, michelangelo, nina simone, fred rogers, ruth bader ginsburg

[ketamineharry]

Whenever I’m With You Pt 1- Harry Lewis

Requested: No, this is just inspired by Home, by Edith Whiskers

Tags: None, just my god awful writing x

Harry had been your best friend ever since you could remember. You were joined at the hip; wherever you went, he went and vice versa. Besides your parents, he was the first person you loved, a selfless love, putting his needs before your own every single time. He was everything to you and more.

He was the one to bring you out of your shell, as you were quite shy and reserved. On the other hand, he was mischievous and cheeky — always on the lookout for the next prank. His ‘pranks’ always ended the both of you in trouble, but neither of you minded that much, sure you were grounded but you’d be grounded together. So, you’d just fly paper planes into each other’s gardens, messages scrawled in messy handwriting as you tried to communicate with one another.

So it was only natural, when he moved to London that you followed suit. You packed your suitcase and left without a second thought. Leaving your small island for a big city, was a massive change however. A change that you weren’t quite anticipating. Harry’s work with YouTube only became more and more successful, meaning he had less and less time for you. You didn’t really mind however, as you knew how important it all was to him.

One afternoon, while you were at his flat, he asked you to be in one of his videos with the rest of his friends. You weren’t entirely sure about the idea. Being in the public consciousness wasn’t something that you desired, so you weren’t quite sure if you could prepare yourself for the potential backlash; not only by the fans you recognised in comment sections, but from complete strangers too.

“I’ll think about it.” You told him, as you made yourself a glass of water. Your mind made up on declining the offer, you didn’t want to face criticism and after all, everyone online faced criticism.

“Come on Y/N, it’s a competition based around baking… if you agree to it, we’re sure to win.” He pleaded. “Plus, it means we get to spend more time together and that’s the most important thing.” He continued, trying his very best to convince you.

“Fine.” You said, a sense of exasperation escaping you as you did. At least now that you had agreed, he’d stop annoying you. “So what were you thinking of baking? We can do a few test bakes for it, make sure it’s really good before the real thing.” You continued, rolling your sleeves up.

“Oh… about that… I actually have something I have to film, so why don’t we rearrange for next week?” He responds, a hopeful look crossing his features as he searched your eyes for an answer.

“Sure. I’ll see you next week then.” You responded, slightly deflated. He had seemed so excited to have you on board and then, as soon as you were he had moved onto something else. Perhaps this was something you had to become accustomed to, the YouTube life. The life where your best friend was stripped from you and you just had to accept it because the social media world moved so fast, and he had to always be two steps ahead to make sure he survived.

As you made your way out of the flat, you ordered yourself an Uber. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Harry was using you. Sure, you could bake but his roommate Freezy hosted his own cooking show on YouTube, so it would have been much easier and accessible to ask him, yet he had asked you. Why? Because you were a female, and females in videos always did better than males. Especially when his audience was primarily male teens.

With that thought lingering in your mind, you made a call to Ethan. You had to get to the bottom of this. Despite how close you had once been, using you for the sake of a few extra views, was beyond disheartening. As the phone rang out, your nervousness increased ten fold.

“Y/N! For what do I owe the pleasure?” Although he was on the phone, you could practically feel Ethan’s infectious smile.

“Ethan… it’s so nice to hear your voice, it’s been ages.” You started, as you tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear. Although you knew this conversation was important, you couldn’t help the anxiety that accompanied it. For the sake of politeness, you decided to indulge in a conversation with him asking him how YouTube was going, if he had any projects coming up soon that he was able to tell you about, all of that good stuff before bringing anything up that could cause potential tension between Harry and his friends.

“Anyway Ethan… the thing is, the reason I decided to drop you a call is because Harry has invited me to film with you guys. I was just wondering what the concept of the video was, he told me it involves baking but that’s about it.” You revealed, a nervous laugh escaped from you as you did.

“Y/N… Harry really should have told you the whole premise before asking you to be on board. The reason he’s asked you is because we’re filming a clickbait video for Valentine’s Day, where we all have ‘girlfriends’ and we’re baking with them. Obviously, there’s Simon and Talia, Josh and Freya, I’m bringing along Elz, as the other boys aren’t comfortable with having their girlfriends on YouTube; we’ve asked our manager to get some girls in. Harry was adamant on asking you though.”

“Oh.” Is all you could manage to say. “Listen Ethan, I’ve gotta talk to Harry. I’ll call you back once I have. Thank you for giving me the full picture.” You continued, as you ended the call.

The anger you felt was far too strong and to actually call Harry. In all the time you had known him, he had never misled you. If there was something going on, you were always in the know. There was nothing that you would keep from each other.

‘Girlfriend clickbait, that you were adamant on asking me to accompany you on… thanks for including that part Harry. We’re supposed to tell each other everything. You can shove your video where the sun doesn’t shine.’

Without a second thought, you hit send. You blocked Harry’s number from your phone, as you locked your phone. You ensured your phone was receiving notifications so that you could check when your Uber would arrive. But as far as you were concerned, Harry was just another stranger in the big city.

[sysba]

teehee do you think adam worries about edith's feeling for him possibly making her lose kiara the way his feelings once caused him to lose cecilia--

[admdmrtn]

She continues to look at him, her attention hypnotised to the green that his sharp gaze withholds. As icy as the classic Wayhaven winter his eyes may be, they carry a certain gentleness in them that only presents itself in the rarest of moments - like now - and it’s in the fact its appearances are far and sparse in between that leaves Edith wanting to encounter it more and more every time.

so @masonsfangs​ got me a commission from @s-ewell​ and i’m???????? I’VE BEEN OBSESSED THE MINUTE I GOT IT OMGGGGJHSLJKFHDS it’s so pretty!!! and soft!! and AHHHHH just adam and edith on their walk 💖 becky, ray, i for real can’t thank you both enough for this piece you’ve no idea how much i love it!! it literally makes my heart melt whenever i look at it 🥺 thank you so so much!

also, i originally planned to have a christmas one shot to accompany this but it’s taking a bit longer than expected so i’m posting it without just because i don’t want to miss christmas day itself SKJDFHSDKJH sorry about that!

and lastly, though i personally may not celebrate it myself, i wish everyone a very merry christmas and happy holidays!! x

[sysba]

i– i've looked at this for so long, i just can't stop re-reading and giggling n blushing like a kid sjsjsjsjsjs omg,,,, whatever i was expecting from all your teasing, this was better. one of my favourite scenes we have discussed and you brought it to life 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 the angry rant at the tv screen, didi's enamoured expressions, the banter, the teasing, kiara getting hit with a pillow (deserved but affectionate) + edith's arms, buffering!adam SJSJSJSJ and just,,, the softness 🥺🥺🥺🥺 just the way they look at each other at the end has me like 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm gonna cry forever, I really don't deserve you but i love you SO MUCH istg 😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖 thank you thank you T H A N K Y O U now let me give you kithes 🥺💕

“Though at 900 years old I think great grandpa might be more accurate”

“Edith please”

@bobbymckenzie HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY AMAZING FRIEND!!! This took a while, ngl mostly bc I fiddled so much w dialogue loll, anyway I hope you like it and that u have the amazing day you deserve!!!

(Also, how long was Kiara there? no one knows, thats what happens where ur too busy making heart eyes XD If u provide angst I am required to provide fluff lolll)

[mmultiversal]

Multiversal #116 at Staalplaat Berlin Shop Elbestr 28-29 hinterhof Doors 19:00 1st concert 19.30 sharp. Bring your sanitary paperwork with a daily negative test result; test is necessary regardless of how many shots you've been administered. GOODWIN x VIRTARANTA Adam Goodwin - bass Antti Virtaranta - bass https://adamgoodwin.bandcamp.com/ https://avirtmusic.weebly.com/ LA PRIMERA BUCA Lorena Izquierdo - vocals Edith Steyer - alto saxophone, clarinet https://edithsteyer.bandcamp.com/.../plataphors-lorena... ROSE CLENCH Sara Persico - voice and electronics Dirar Kalash - electric guitar https://linktr.ee/sarapersico https://www.dirarkalash.info/

[bearlytolerant]

a day late, but I have some words for your wips! :D CONCERN, TOUCH, KISS?

I don’t know–we’re in different times zones so maybe I was the late one? Anyway thank youuuu 💛

Concern- not the word itself appears so I took liberties (from a mason x edith one shot)

The keys jangle as she curls her arms around her knees and breathes.

��Hey, you okay?”

“Fuck!” She drops the keys. This time he doesn’t save her object in distress. “Mason! Stop fucking doing that!”

Touch- some Adam and Dinah from a fic I’m working on that I call ghost fic lol

There’s the softest touch against her lips and her eyes fly open again. Mouth stilling mid chew.

“You have some—“ Adam’s eyes flick down then back up to her eyes, thumb hovering at the corner of her lips.

Kiss- again it’s in the context. From a moment with Nate in Dinah’s bday fic

He captures her lips with his, throwing her off guard and she sways on her feet. His hand slides down to the small of her back to steady her.

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

Hiiii🥰🥰 could I get a tony x reader where the reader is related to Peggy Carter in some way. He always flirts and annoys her until something goes wrong at the lab or at SHIELD and they end up getting sent back to the 40s so they have to find Pegs and Howard to help them get back. And while there they realize how much they actually like eachother and all. Pleeeaassee. I really like this idea and I can’t wait to see what you might do. Thank you 🥰🥰

 Blast From The Past (Tony Stark x reader)

word count: 2720 (this was longer than expected but oh well)

warnings: mentions of guns, time travel, and this isn’t edited

A/N: okay so I’ve never tried writing anything for Tony so this was a fun challenge and it took me a while to finish but here we are, I hope this is what you asked for, anon :))

      Tony Stark, yet again, was visiting another S.H.I.E.L.D base under the orders of Nick Fury. He was what Fury called a consultant and some scientists in one of the bases were said to be working on a breakthrough; something that could advance S.H.I.E.L.D tech. They needed his help in developing something, but they wouldn’t tell him what.

       The moment he stepped foot in the base, he was surrounded in a crowd of young agents; trainees he guessed, seeing as though they could not help themselves but be starstruck in his presence.

       “Agents, I expected better of you,” a voice echoed through the room, causing the agents to step away from Tony and return to where they were stationed. When the crows cleared, Tony recognized the striking features of Y/N L/N, the woman he’d spent most of his childhood with.

       “Y/N, I didn’t know you worked here,” Tony grinned, amused at the sight of Y/N playing into a leadership role at the base.

       “Stark, this is my base and you have no business being here,” Y/N scowled, Tony’s presence annoying her.

       “Well, Fury would say otherwise,” he smirked arrogantly, earning a huff of realization from Y/N. Of all the people Fury could send, he sent the most infuriating man alive.

       “You’re the consultant?” the e/c-eyed girl frowned.

       “I think, I am. Then again, Fury refuses to tell me I’m a consultant for,” Tony scoffed, drawing a chuckle from Y/N.

       “Before I tell you anything, I’m obliged to tell you that you might have to work on the project for quite a while. Three weeks, at minimum,” Y/N explained, leading him through the base and to an elevator.

       “As long as it means I get to see you more? Sure,” Tony smirked as Y/N rolled her eyes before scanning her I.D, shutting the elevator doors.

       Y/N and Tony had a complicated friendship—well, if you could call it that. Not many people knew, but the pair were childhood friends before it all came to an abrupt end when Tony and Y/N had an argument when it came to what they wanted to do in life. Y/N, after all, wanted to follow in her aunt’s steps.

       “They’re fooling you into thinking this is what you want in life, Y/N!” a young Tony stark yelled out, his voice echoing through the walls of the Stark mansion.

       “This is what I want, Tones. I want to help, no matter the price,” Y/N argued back.

      “And what if the price is me, huh? I don’t want anything to do with S.H.I.E.L.D,” Tony scoffed. Y/N frowned before her face hardened.

       “That’s a price I’m willing to pay,” Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance before bolting out the front door, never to see Tony Stark again…until he decided he wanted to fly around in a red and gold suit, calling himself Iron Man.

       Looking back at the argument, Y/N now knew why he was so adamant about not working with S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, the organization is what kept Tony from his father all those years ago.  

        When Tony became Iron Man, a silent agreement was formed between them. They were coworkers and their past would not affect that.

       The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, revealing an army of scientists working together in different groups, confusing Tony further. Based off what he was seeing, he still could not figure out what it was Y/N’s scientists were working on. Y/N easily read the expression on Tony’s face before leading him out the elevator and beginning her explanation.

       “Time travel has been a myth amongst mankind for quite some time now, but recently, on a HYDRA bust, some of our agents found a new component that could help make it possible. Now, we’re kind of working tooth and nail to get the technology for it working,” Y/N explained, taking in the shock which formed on Tony’s face.

       “Time travel shouldn’t be possible,” Tony muttered to himself.

       “This component, when it comes into contact with something damaged, it regenerates cells. At first, we thought it was a regenerative component until we heated it wrong and ruined the supply of mangoes we keep in the lab. Turns out, it doesn’t regenerate shit,” Y/N explained.

       “And you’re sure this component of yours could help make some sort of time machine?” Tony questioned, leaning his face into his palms as he took in all the work that was going on around him.

       “Yes,” Y/N nodded before Tony reluctantly agreed to help with the project.

       And that was how Y/N Carter and Tony Stark began seeing each other regularly and for some reason, Tony appeared to make it his personal mission to annoy the shit out of the superior officer.

       “You know it would be a lot easier to work if you didn’t distract me with that face of yours,” Tony huffed one day while he was revising the blueprints for the project.

       “Are you calling me ugly?” Y/N raised a brow.

       “The opposite of that, actually,” Tony smirked, earning an eye roll from Y/N. Most of the days went on like that; Tony making flirty remarks and Y/N doing her best to shrug them off.

      All that until finally, the machine was completed! Well, almost. They weren’t able to conduct any tests yet and nobody else knew the state the machine was in. Tony, claiming he didn’t work well with others, booted everyone out the lab before he could think of the best way to get the machine working.

       It was 2:39 in the morning when he had the breakthrough that changed everything. In his excitement, he found himself dialing Y/N only to find out that she was still in the building. When he told her there was something he wanted to show her with the machine, she rushed down to the labs and was greeted with the sight of him standing in front of the machine, arms wide open as he welcomed her in.

       “I finished it!” Tony exclaimed, excitedly pulling Y/N into a hug, shocking the girl.

       “Great, we can probably do something about how to test this thing in the morning,” Y/N smiled happily as she pulled away from the hug.

       “I was thinking, maybe we could test this together,” Tony offered, holding his hand out. Y/N hesitated before taking it. He practically tore her arm off when he dragged her to the machine and let it fire up.

       “Tony, what about our way—” Y/N was stopped when she was engulfed in a bright light.

       When the bright light faded, Y/N found herself looking around the unfamiliar space. Wait, no. Something about it was familiar to her.

       “It worked!” Tony exclaimed excitedly.

       “Great, how do we get back?” Y/N questioned. Tony’s face fell, panicking Y/N. Did he not think of a way to bring them back?

       “Fuck, I didn’t think of that!” Tony exclaimed and suddenly a loud beeping rang through the room and they knew they were fucked.

       Men stormed into the room, wearing uniforms and armed with guns. Y/N began counting the men that begun to surround them and she managed to count at least 27 of them. If she had a decent weapon, hell a dagger even, she knew she could have been able to take them all, but she knew if she had any shot at getting back to the present, she would just have to comply until further notice.

       “I’m unarmed,” Y/N stated cautiously, holding her hands up to her head as she kneeled onto the floor.

       “The fuck are you doing?” Tony questioned, a confused look painted on his face.

       “Sit your ass down, bitch,” Y/N rolled her eyes, kicking Tony’s ankles, forcing him onto his knees.

       “Damn, if you wanted me to kneel for you, you could’ve just asked,” Tony muttered, holding his hands above his head too.

       “Shut up,” Y/N rolled her eyes as the agents drew closer and closer until they began cuffing the pair.

       The pair were assisted to what appeared to be some kind of interrogation room. It was too familiar to her. Sitting on a cold metal chair, handcuffed to a metal table, facing a one-sided mirror.

       To her shock, it wasn’t just some agent who came in to interrogate her. No, it was Peggy Carter. Y/N’s eyes lit up in recognition of her aunt in younger years.

       “Who do you work for?” her accented voice rang through their ears like smooth silk.

       “We’re visiting from the France unit,” Y/N lied, putting on a fake French accent as she explained herself.

       “Ah, oui,” Tony nodded along.

       “We weren’t expecting any visitors, and who are you?” Peggy snarled, leaning against the metal table.

       “I told you, Miss Carter, I’m Agent Edith Broussard from the Paris base. Check my badge,” Y/N rolled her eyes, motioning to her coat. Peggy reluctantly reached into her coat pocket and pulled out Y/N’s identification card along with her badge. Behold, there it was, the old S.H.I.E.L.D logo and an I.D card from S.H.I.E.L.D’s Paris branch.

       “My apologies, Agent Broussard,” Peggy nodded as she uncuffed Y/N from the table.

       “This is my—” Y/N explained only to be interrupted.

       “Husband. Hi, the name’s Antoine Broussard,” Tony attempted to shake Peggy’s hand only to be stopped by the cuffs around his hand. Peggy looked to Y/N as though to verify he was actually telling the truth and she just nodded.

      “Miss Carter, our system, it didn’t work properly. Do you have anyone on base who can help with this?” Y/N questioned, holding up a small remote. Tony looked to her, his face contorting to one of confusion.

       “Of course, we do. Howard Stark, he’s our best scientist here,” Peggy smiled, leading them into a lab of sorts.

        A sharply-dressed man greeted them, his arms held wide open as he proudly showed off his lab to the new visitors.

       “Who’s this lovely lady?” the man smirked, earning an eye roll from Tony. Of course, his father was the only person who could help them.

       “His wife,” Peggy deadpanned as Howard’s face fell.

       “You got luck with this one then,” Howard winked before turning to Peggy, “What do you need today, oh great Agent Carter?”

       “They’re agents from the Paris base and their traveling system malfunctioned and they need help fixing it,” Peggy explained.

       “Can’t you fly them out on the next jet to Paris?” Howard questioned.

       “That’s the problem. We’re unlisted agents, Mr. Stark. Flying, even on a S.H.I.E.L.D flight, could put us at risk of exposure,” Y/N explained, earning a nod from Howard.

       “Let me see this travelling system of yours,” Howard requested, holding his hand out. Y/N reluctantly handed over the small device she herself had been working on.

       “This is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. What’s this made of?” Howard muttered as he began to observe the small device he held.

       “It’s confidential,” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest.

       “I can’t work on something if you won’t tell me what this is for,” Howard huffed, still fiddling with the device he held in his hands.

       “That’s what I told her,” Tony muttered, earning a quick glare from Y/N.

       “Mr. Stark, as much as I’d like for you to be able to work on this more efficiently, I’m under direct orders from our base not to let any of this information leak. Even if you try contacting our superior about this, they will tell you they know nothing about the project or our existence,” Y/N frowned, earning a look from Tony. Damn, she was good at lying on the spot.

       “This could take me months to figure out,” Howard muttered.

       “Cut it down to one,” Peggy and Y/N spoke simultaneously, earning a chuckle from both Tony and Howard.

       “That’s impossible,” Howard frowned.

       “It is if my husband works on it. He’s one of the most brilliant minds we had on our base and trust me, he knows his shit. He’s one of the scientists who worked on the project,” Y/N smiled, giving Tony a small nudge.

       “Well, you must be pretty smart if you managed to work with this stuff,” Howard chuckled in a confident matter.

       “Actually, I had nothing to do with that device. I worked on the model we have in the lab,” Tony chuckled nervously as he too scanned the device.

       “I made it based off your blueprints. I reverse engineered everything, but I didn’t have time to finish working on it. Not everyone could be a super genius,” Y/N chuckled.

       “No, this is great, actually,” Howard mumbled, taking in the workings of the device.

       “I’m going to show Agent Broussard to their temporary chambers. I assume you and Antoine can handle this?” Peggy raised a brow, expecting a proper answer.

       “Sure,” Howard nodded with a huff before Peggy led Y/N out of the room.

       Although they were out of their time, Y/N and Tony somehow managed to fit into roles at the base. Y/N, as she naturally would have, assisted Peggy with taking on the leadership role in the base. She was an outsider, yet Peggy seemed to place her trust in the girl.

       Tony, on the other hand, was busy working with Howard in the lab to get them back to their “base in Paris”. For once in his life, Tony felt content. Why? He was finally able to prove to his father how capable he truly was—well, even though Howard didn’t quite know that Antoine was his son.

       “Agent Carter, can you bring Agent Broussard down to the lab?” Tony requested over the base’s communication system.

       “On our way,” Peggy responded curtly. Over the span of the few weeks, Tony and Y/N found themselves growing fond of each other. After all, they were the only ones they could trust.

       When they arrived at the lab, Tony engulfed Y/N in a tight hug, muttering a quick “thank you” into her hair, confusing her.

       “I’ll explain later, but we finished the machine!” Tony exclaimed excitedly.

       “And you took everything into account this time? We can’t leave any traces of this behind,” Y/N whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

       “Yeah, babysitting my dad wasn’t exactly a fun experience, but at least I know how you feel whenever you’re around me,” Tony chuckled.

       “Great, can we launch the machine?” Y/N questioned, her eyes gazing upon the gadget in Howard’s hands.

        “Don’t you want to test it first?” Peggy questioned, her expression being painted as one of concern.

       “I have full faith in you, and it’s been weeks since we left the base, I don’t think we can afford to lose anymore time,” Y/N smiled graciously before taking the machine out of Stark’s hands.

       “Wait, there aren’t any records of this project here, are there?” Tony questioned, facing Peggy.

       “I already had a talk with Edith regarding the confidentiality of this project. You, Howard, Edith, and I are the only ones with knowledge of this project and that will be how it remains,” Peggy smiled.

       “Thank you, Peggy,” Y/N gave a nod of respect before turning to Tony, “Let’s go home.”

       “See you around, Agent Edith Broussard!” Peggy smiled only to get a quick response from both Tony and Howard.

       “You won’t,” they’d both said at the same time, also drawing a chuckle from Y/N and Peggy. Tony fiddled with the small device until finally, they were engulfed in a bright light.

       When the light faded, Y/N took in her surroundings to see she was now in the lab of the present S.H.I.E.L.D. base, the moment after they’d left for the past in the first place. She peered behind her to see Tony smiling down at her like a madman.

       “Do I have something on my face?” Y/N’s brows furrowed in confusion.

       “I want to thank you for putting me on this project. It was pretty fun working with my dad even if it was as Antoine Broussard,” Tony chuckled, his brown eyes glimmering with joy.

       “Well, I wouldn’t be able to work alongside Aunt Peggy if you didn’t manage to finish the machine…even if you fucked up with getting us back,” Y/N chuckled.

       “So…dinner?” Tony offered, smiling down at Y/N.

       “Sure,” Y/N smiled back as Tony led her out of the lab to begin their search for a restaurant still open at 3 in the morning.

TAGLIST: @captainamerica-is-bae / @sxphiiwrld / @spatium-viatorem / 

[sysba]

allow me to add some of our kiara&edith bs to this masterpiece lolll

This took, forever, but its totally worth it, BEHOLD, unit bravo carving pumpkins :P

Technically this counts as an AU because this is the AU in which mine and @bobbymckenzie’s detectives are siblings (an AU which I hold very dear in my heart its basically canon) @31daysofwayhaven

Tags: @brightpinkpeppercorn @pixeljazzy @dudebro-lahela @choicesarehard @queerbrujas @wastelandwandererstuff @honourlight @bobbymckenzie @lilyoffandoms @zigtheeortega @sewellnathaniel @garlickk @natesewels @brightningstar

Also, their pumpkins which i posted on another post but this is my blog so i do what i want XDD

[flintism]

books read - 2021

novels & short stories

serge, yasmina reza 

tout peut s’oublier, olivier adam

malone dies, beckett 

the unnamable, beckett

the eternal husband, dostoevsky 

childhood, tolstoy

boyhood, tolstoy 

antigone, henry bauchau 

ne pleure pas sur la grèce, bruno doucey

l’espèce humaine, robert antelme (/r)

youth, tolstoy 

if this is a man, primo levi (/r) 

the truce, primo levi (/r) 

mercier and camier, beckett 

orlando, virginia woolf 

jacob’s room, virginia woolf 

americanah, chimamanda ngozi adichie 

half of a yellow sun, chimamanda ngozi adichie 

purple hibiscus, chimamanda ngozi adichie 

another country, james baldwin 

the thing around your neck, chimamanda ngozi adichie 

things fall apart, chinua achebe

no longer at ease, chinua achebe 

arrow of god, chinua achebe

the jurgurthine war, sallust 

the dispossessed, ursula k. le guin 

the word for world is forest, ursula k. le guin 

bel-ami, maupassant 

une vie, maupassant, 

notre coeur, maupassant 

les faux-monnayeurs, gide

le horla et autres nouvelles, maupassant 

voices from chernobyl, svetlana alexievich 

selected stories, katherine mansfield 

les enfants sont roi, delphine de vigan 

les années, annie ernaux (/r)

le premier homme, camus 

gobseck, balzac (/r)

l’art de perdre, alice zeniter 

une femme, annie ernaux 

mémoire de fille, annie ernaux (/r) 

la honte, annie ernaux (/r)

frère d’âme, david diop 

petit pays, gaël faye 

ethan frome, edith wharton 

c’était génial de vivre, marceline loridan-ivens 

variations sur un thème de cervantès, ariel denis

bouvard et pécuchet, flaubert (/r)

l’oeuvre au noir, yourcenar 

les mémoires d’un fou, flaubert 

the odyssey, homer (/r)

slaughterhouse five, vonnegut 

if on a winter’s night a traveler, italo calvino 

beloved, toni morrison (/r)

novembre, flaubert 

the princess casamassima, henry james 

moby dick, melville 

un été avec rimbaud, sylvain tesson 

the aeneid, virgil 

pierre et jean, maupassant 

the name of the rose, eco 

nouvelles orientales, marguerite yourcenar 

fair-play, tove jansson

moi qui vous parle, primo levi, giovanni tesio 

the hours, michael cunningham (/r)

mrs dalloway, virginia woolf (/r)

radetzky march, joseph roth 

les étrangers, márai 

one day in the life of ivan denisovich, solzhenitsyn

job, joseph roth 

from a. to x., john berger 

confessions d’un bourgeois, márai 

oblomov, gontcharov 

libération, márai 

steppenwolf, hesse 

les étrangers, bondu 

demons, dostoevsky (/r)

the idiot, dostoesvky (/r)

theatre & poetry 

mother courage and her children, brecht 

waiting for godot, beckett (/r)

life of galileo, brecht 

when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities, chen chen 

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead, tom stoppard 

six tragedies, seneca (trans. emily wilson) 

les justes, camus 

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Forever & Always (Ethan x MC)

Summary: A quick little glance at Ethan’s thoughts moments before his wedding

A/N: A huge thank you to @anwenwrites for the idea and @drethanramslay for providing me much needed screenshots 

Tags: @fanmantrashcan @ao719 @x-kyne-x @colourmeshy @writinghereandthere @paulfwesley @ramseyandrys @perriewinklenerdie @aworldoffandoms @thatcatlady0716 @drakewalker04 @canknot @hatescapsicum @lapisreviewsstuff @senseofduties @badchoicesposts @ethandaddyramsey @the-soot-sprite @chasingrobbie @zodiacsign1 @choices-lurker @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @my-heart-beats-for-ya @adrian-motherfucking-raines @riverrune @edith-eggs1 @thatysn @bellcat2010 @theeccentricbibliophile @cecilecontrera @junehiratas @choices-love-affair @openheart12 @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @desmaranj @mal-volaris @whatchique @nazario-sayeed @aestheticartwriting @ruinedbypixels @mvalentine @nooruleman

If you want to be tagged, but it’s not working, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on. Blame tumblr, not me.

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The Ritz Carlton ballroom is buzzing with energy. Everyone is chatting excitedly, looking around, waiting for the main event to get started. But Ethan Ramsey is a ball of nerves.

He can count on one hand the amount of times he’s ever been nervous. Applying to college, interviewing for placement at Johns Hopkins, and his first day at Edenbrook were all previously in his top 3. But he can now say without a shred of doubt that those truly pale in comparison to what he’s feeling now.

Standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for his (soon-to-be) wife is the most nerve-wracking experience in his 38 years on this earth. It’s a combination of nerves and anxiousness that swells in the pit of his stomach, and he won’t feel settled until he can see her with his own two eyes and touch her with his own two hands.

He hasn’t seen her since their rehearsal dinner and is the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other since they started dating. Naomi’s mother and Sienna were very adamant on the two of them not communicating the day before the wedding and the day of the wedding until the ceremony officially starts.

I just hope she’s okay, he thinks with a sigh.

In a few short minutes, she’s going to burst through the doors of this ballroom, walk down the aisle in a gorgeous gown, and they’ll be married. She’ll be his wife.

Ethan never thought he’d see this day. He’s never been a romantic, and he’s never seen a valid reason for legally tethering himself to another person.

“As an institution, it doesn’t make sense to me..”

“There’s no biological basis for that...”

“How are you supposed to know when you’ve met the right person?”

His previous views on marriage swirl around in his head on a loop and Ethan chuckles to himself. How could he have been so wrong about love, so off-base? Especially with the woman of his dreams standing in front of him the entire time?

The words sound so hollow and asinine now, and he can’t believe there was ever a time where he didn’t feel like this: stupidly and completely in love, happy, at peace. Naomi came into his life like a wrecking ball taking to the side of a building, pushing him, challenging him, loving him, warts and all, and he hasn’t been the same since. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ethan locks eyes with Naveen, who’s walking down the aisle, a big smile on his face. Within seconds, he’s at the altar, taking his place next to the anxious groom.

Naveen places a warm hand on Ethan’s shoulder and squeezes. “Are you ready, son?”

“Ready doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Ethan replies honestly.

“For what it’s worth, I just saw the entire wedding party out in the hallway. You have one very stunning bride.”

A dopey grin adorns Ethan’s face at the mention of Naomi. He’s sure she looks beautiful. She always does. “Yeah? How is she? Did she seem okay?”

“She’s perfect,” Naveen says. “As cool as a cucumber.”

It would be today of all days that they switch roles. Naomi has always been the more emotional one of the two, her heart securely on her sleeve, while he’s calm and put together. The answer sates some of the anxiety, just a bit. “Of course she is.”

Naveen gives him another smile. “I’m really proud of you.”

“For what? Getting married?”

“Yes, marrying Naomi is the smartest decision you’ve ever made,” Naveen shoots back with a smirk. “But to be serious, I’m proud of how much you’ve grown. I’m very happy you decided to let love in. No one deserves it more than you.”

Ethan clears his throat and coughs in order to disguise the fact that he’s getting choked up. “Thank you, old man. And thank you, for officiating.”

“There’s no need to thank me. As if I’d let the honor go to anyone else.”

Soft music starts playing and the double doors to the ballroom are thrown open. The first people he sees are his father escorting Naomi’s mother down the aisle. Then the wedding party comes down in pairs.

Ethan can feel his anxiety kicking up again as he sees their friends come towards him. By the time he sees Jackie and Bryce, he’s a ball of nerves. And once Sienna and Naomi’s brother Jacob come into his vision, his entire body feels near frozen.

He briefly closes his eyes, trying to settle the nerves.

In the distance, Ethan hears the wedding march starts and everyone shuffles around, so he opens his eyes again. And then he sees her.

There has never been a sight more beautiful than Naomi Valentine (Ramsey) in a wedding dress. He’s never been one to get caught up in cliches, but she looks like she stepped out of a fairytale. Her hair is up in some fancy updo, a small sparkling tiara on her head. The ballgown m that’s been taunting him for the past few weeks, hanging in the back of their closet in a garment bag flows around her, and she’s a vision of lace and embroidery.

She looks up at him with a smile so big and uninhibited, and they lock eyes, and Ethan has to resist the urge to run down the aisle, meeting her halfway. He wants to hold her, kiss her, say to hell with this ceremony and just sign the paperwork. Now that he has eyes on her, he doesn’t want to waste another second not being her husband.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until his view of Naomi becomes blurry and obstructed, and he quickly wipes the tears away. It’s a wasted effort as they keep coming.

Eventually Naomi makes it down the aisle. She kisses her dad on the cheek and he shakes hands with Ethan before sitting down.

Before she can do anything, Ethan nearly tackles her with a bear hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck and breathing in the sweet smell of the perfume she’s wearing. It might be inappropriate and they did not discuss this during the rehearsal, but he doesn’t care. The need to touch her is too overwhelming.

Eventually he breaks away and they touch foreheads. His hands gently cup her face and he looks down at her. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry if I’m ruining your makeup,” Ethan adds,  gently stroking her cheek.

“It’s fine.” Naomi wipes away one of his tears with the pad of her thumb. She giggles softly, and the noise makes his stomach flip. “Your eyes are red and swollen, so I don’t mind a little smudged makeup. We’ll look a mess together.”

Ethan is not sure how long they’re locked in their own perfect little bubble, but eventually Naveen clears his throat, getting their attention. He smiles at them. “If it’s okay with you two, how about we get this show on the road?”

Naomi regretfully pulls away, but she holds onto Ethan’s hand, squeezing tightly. “Ready to get married?”

“To you? Absolutely.”