#amelie lemon

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

FINALLYYYYY ALL DONE WITH THE INKTOBERS!!! ty everyone for participating<3

[confusedwriter404]

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ Song of the day PT 5 .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

"I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm crying citrus tears..."

[detritus-of-the-earth]

Amelie is walking down the street, holding Willard in faer arms.

Luka smells them before he sees them, as is often true of a boy with the senses of a bloodhound. Something between lemon candy and battery acid. Not a good smell.

Kielbasa sees the cat and starts barking furiously. He picks him up before he can do anything rash.

"Ah. Hello. Sorry, he's old and cranky."

[wisteriasymphony]

Pulcinelle - Breakfast

To admit that the previous day (and all of the planning that led up to it) had utterly exhausted Felix would also be an admission of weakness, so he didn't. He just woke up the next morning as normal, sleepily yet suredly preparing himself for breakfast. Though, perhaps it was more of the former.

“Good morning, Felix.”

The boy spun around violently.

The voice was too familiar to be a stranger’s, yet too strange to be familiar. The person it belonged to was tall, blonde, and sitting in the exact seat Felix always sat at for breakfast. Felix already hated him.

“Who in the living hell are you?!”

Amelie set down her forkful of omelet to scoff.

“Felix! Now that is no way to speak to your older brother. He hasn’t even been with us for a day yet.”

“It’s alright, Mum,” the stranger (who Felix knew was very much not her son) assured her. “He’s probably just in shock.”

“I demand an answer!” Felix slammed down a hand on the kitchen table, looking the infiltrator dead in the eyes. “What are you and what have you done to my mother?”

The stranger exchanged mildly disappointed glances with Amelie.

“Well, I’m your older brother, for starters,” Aurele stated. “And I’m catching up with our mother now that I’ve finally returned from Belgium. That’s all this is.”

tag list..?: @beezonia @lemons-taste

[randaccidents]

I'd do anything for 20 bucks, I'd sell my sour soul 'Cause lemonade is bitter, 'til you sweeten up the bowl ... I'd do anything for 20 bucks to feel more in control 'Cause lemon hearts are bitter, 'til you sweeten up the soul ~ Unsweetened Lemonade - Amélie Farren

The only thing I have to say is GO LISTEN TO AMELIE FARREN

(oh yeah and a better peek at my Soul design and hcs. even if he is drowned in lemonade)

[docholligay]

Do you think having such a personalized and detailed headcanon makes it harder to enjoy fic about the show/game that's written by others?

I mean sure, probably.

But unfortunately things I adore, for people named Doc who are me, fall into one of two buckets:

The character work and plot in this show are incredible, I find myself turning it around in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. I constantly discover new things about the show/book/game or the characters in it. I do not read fic about this, because why would I? Every answer I search for is in the text. I want to talk about this with someone, but about what is THERE, not what could be there. Ex: The Haunting of Hill House, Picnic at Hanging Rock, Piranesi, Bioshock:Infinite, Watership Down, Yellowjackets, among others.

The concepts of this could be amazing but are handled so fucking badly so consistently, in a shocking contrast to how INCONSISTENT the character work is, that all I want to do is steal it and make it better. All i want to do is turn it into something that doesn't suck ass when you look at it too hard. So I am going to take it SO seriously, and I am going to develop the rich inner lives for these characters that they lack, with intense backstories and families and motivation for how they got to be the person we know, or know sometimes, in certain episodes or shorts. Ex: Sailor Moon and Overwatch are the biggies here obviously, this is actually not an emotion I feel very often. I don't have intense backstories and extra-textual feelings and ideas about most of the stuff I read and watch, these two are just my Spiders Georg.

So! The odds on me being into something in the correct way to make me want to Seek Treasure Elsewhere but also I have a chill enough attitude about how the characters are that Any Dream Will Do is almost nil. I do not in ANY way mean this in a shady way, but I mostly read published adult fiction for entertainment and not fanfic. I am very picky about my fanfic. So, "plus these two new red and blue girls into Starbucks" often won't work for me, because the reasons to have Haruka and Michiru meet in a coffee shop are completely different from any of the reasons Fareeha and Angela might meet in a coffee shop, and so many of those types are archtypical plug and play stuff. Honestly, I have skated the idea of making a cheat sheet of fanon archetypes of various characters and buying a typewriter to sell 100-200 word 'quick fic' at cons with my sister. That's how common it is to use these archetypes. This is not a criticism! At all!

But, to take the two couples above, I have read so much BORING SHIT about both HM and FA that I could throw up. Lesbian couples have a lot of very milquetoast writing about them, and a lot of meet-cute which isn't really my bag.

But there are authors I love! @oathkeeper-of-tarth was and is one of the best harumichi writers out there and we don't even have all the same headcanons. The rare occasions @verbforverb decides to grace me with "Jewish Mercy I don't Have To Write" I pop a can of bubbly in the tub. And on both fields of battle @keyofjetwolf has stuff I've had bookmarked for years, and there are some things even within Rei's backstory and history that we disagree on.

Actually, to that point what I like is good writing. You can write me into believing nearly anything. There are things I believe about Amelie when I'm reading @lemon-embalmer's stuff that when I go back to my own world, aren't true, but when I'm in her world who the fuck cares, I'm having a great time. EVEN MORE to the point, I read @moonlight-frittata's stupid sun and moon lesbian League of Legends shit and I would rather shoot myslef than know ANYTHING about the game, but unfortunately she has a beautiful turn of phrase and plot flow to her work that I just....read anyway, because it is good. Fucking @tallangrycockatiel had me like 25 pages or so into a story before I was like, "OH SHIT, IS THIS SLASH??? WAIT I DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT BOYS' LOVE!! NO!!" *hits next page* And I still could not care less about that podcast and would never listen to it, and if I did I would be massively disappointed because to my mind, her John and Arthur are the actual article, and whatever the fuck is going on in the source material can eat my dick.

So, yes, I DO think that having a very particular point of view is going to mean I back out of a story where like, "Lena stepped out of her Chelsea flat, custom leather high heels clicking against the step" sometimes, or, you know, "Haruka put down her copy of War and Peace, each meticulous note codified by a color-coded tab. Blue was for historical references to research, green for character analysis, yellow for themes, blah blah blah*" But I am actually shockingly open minded in what I will read, often to the point that I'm reading stuff from SHIT I DO NOT LIKE OR CARE ABOUT, because the quality of the writing is excellent. So, also no.

*I met someone who read books like this and I suddenly realized what the literary equivalent of 'knowing someone is a serial killer' was.

[smol-stardust]

Did Delphi ever have a favourite nurse or doctor before she got so sick of the hospital that she couldn't really enjoy anything?

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What would be the first food she would eat if she got out of hospital?

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What was your first thought that led to this story?

She had a favourite doctor who would come in and play board games with her when he had time. She also liked how he didn't treat her as a little kid and would explain her sickness to her. She just called him Doctor though...

Her favorite nurse was nurse Amelie, who would take her outside to the gardens and read to her. Sometimes when Nurse Amelie had an off day, she offers to take Delphi to the shore and brings medical stuff along.

Though, Delphi does often wonder where he's been, lately all the nurses and doctors have been new faces that it unsettled her and makes her sadder then usual.

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Sweets! She'd wanna eat sweets because she's so done with being good and not eating sweets. She's undecided on a lemon tart, apple blossom or tarte tatin though so she'll probably have all three.

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I was talking to someone about how the music building supposedly is haunted with a ghost who offed themselves.... and then brain goes whoosh and I was like... But what about a haunted haunter

[curewhimsy]

A bunch of theme colors for characters in my RWBY Crossover AU

I do realize some theme colors’ names are established characters’ names (like Ruby lol) but I wanted a LOT of characters in this universe

Also I might put major established characters with these colors (Like Penny with Copper)

RWBY AU colors

Red (Ruby)

White (Weiss)

Black (Blake)

Yellow (Yang)

Blue (Taya)

Indigo (

Purple (Uta)

Pink (Amelie)

Peach (Momo)

Cerise (Teto)

Scarlet (Ritsu)

Orange (Koto)

Snow (Haku)

Ochre (Neru)

Crimson (Akaito)

Cobalt (Rhona)

Teal (Luana)

Magenta (Nagisa)

Carnation (Joy)

Aqua (

Lavender (

Chartreuse (Rie)

Turquoise (Miku)

Silver (Dell)

Azure (Kaito)

Strawberry (Doremi)

Auburn (Hazuki)

Cerulean (Aiko)

Puce (Edgeworth)

Navy (Phoenix)

Violet (Maya)

Cyan

Green

Royal

Gray

Periwinkle

Salmon

Pastel

Lime

Lilac

Midnight

Madder

Clover

Sky

Tomato

Blueberry

Candy

Sunflower

Denim

Powder

Aegean (Franziska)

Ink (Nagisa Misumi)

Moonlight (Honoka Yukishiro)

Vermilion

Veridian

Maroon

Flaxen

Raspberry

Mauve

Coral

Cloud

Copper (Penny)

Bubblegum (Nora)

Fuchsia (Ren)

Khaki

Flamingo

Mint

Rose

Sapphire

Melon

Ruby

Pearl

Lemon (Jaune)

Flame (Pyrrha)

Garnet (Octavia)

Jet (Reina)

Abyss

Platinum

Spring

Carmine

Wintergreen (Sonata)

Plum

Sage

Pine

Seafoam

Cinnamon

Jade

Emerald

Olive

Smoke

Sienna

Brown

Rosewood

Pewter

Beige

Umber

Tan

Coal

Burgundy (Candela)

Ultramarine (Blanche)

Gold (Spark)

[seilor-jones]

the neighbors are smoking weed on the balcony and I'm sitting drinking tea with lemon and listening to Amelie's soundtrack

[reds-corner]

do your characters have a comfort food?

Oh good question. Yes, let's see:

Max: Double cheese burger. But also tends to put lemon in almost any meal.

Megan: Spaghetti and spicy meatballs. She loves spicy food. A bit of a masochist this one lol.

Oli: Chocolate pancakes with Maple syrup.

Amelie: Mac and Cheese. A classic.

Violet: She's happy with a good bowl of ramen.

Chris: Chicken soup. His mother used to cook it for him when he was sick.

Alistair: Loves crispy French Fries but won't admit it out loud.

[minecraftant]

i think best mbmbam bits for me are as follows:

blasting justin's spotify history

amelie

curse a real sword

griffin eating raw fettucine at olive garden

whole lemon

audio tic tac toe

ice cream song

[funnywiccanwritingcorner]

Le Joyau le plus precieux - Candyfloss

Chapter V

-One two three, one two three... Come on, girls, rhythm!- Madame Louise urged her dancers to properly dance the new choreography, while Luke strummed on the piano and Cheyenne helped Amélie with her homework at a table in the hall of the Moulin Rouge. The little girl herself, at one point, exclaimed: -Ah, mommy! Do you remember my friend Billy, the boy who sells candy?- -Yes, I remember, my darling. Why?- -Later, shall we go to his shop? I know where it is!- She waved the business card under the nose of her mother. -The sooner you finish maths, the sooner we'll go, okay?- -Can I come too? I'd like to buy some chocolates for Joe- Luke inserted himself. -What is this, cousin, some kind of a month-iversary?- -I don't need an excuse to give my man a little present.- -Good point!- chirped Madame.

Mixing the ingredients of the toffee on a special machine, Billy went back and forth like a worker bee, humming a tune with his mouth closed. He didn't understand why, but he he had woken up very well that Monday. The door bell rang, and a little girl's voice called to him from upstairs: -Billy! Where are you?- Looking out of the trapdoor, the boy answered: -Who's looking for me?- Amélie went behind the counter and smiled: -Hello!- -Hey! What's up?- Cheyenne and Luke reached the little girl; Billy recognised the latter: -Hello!- He stepped out of the trapdoor and immediately looked around: -There's no Detective Dalton, is there?- -Oh no, don't worry; he's at the station at the moment.- -That's just as well; that man terrifies me...- He turned to the girl: -And she's your mother?- -Cheyenne Strokes- she introduced herself, -And we're here to get our fill of sweets; it's not only Amelie who has a sweet tooth, I confess!-

At that moment a short ringing alerted the boy that he had received a message on his mobile phone: -Ah, sorry, I always forget to put it on silent lately...- He checked the sender, taking the device from his jacket pocket. It was Jesse. Looking over the blond man's shoulder, Luke interjected: -Oh, so it's true!- -What?- -A certain Miss Jane told Joe that you had started dating Jesse James, or so he thought from the description she gave him.- Billy tilted his head in puzzlement: -We're not "dating", we're just hanging out together, and it just happened this Saturday.- -Billy has a boyfriend!- exclaimed Amélie all happy, placing some candies on the counter. -He's not my boyfriend!- huffed the boy blushing and crossing his arms, -We're... almost friends, that is.- -Well, answer him, it's not nice to keep friends waiting- said Cheyenne, -Me and Amélie meanwhile let's decide how to fill the shopping bag!- -And I'm looking for some dark chocolates with lemon for Joe, they're his favourite- Luke added. -Gift box?- -Would be nice.- -That top shelf. Get as many as you want and bring them to the counter, it'll take me five minutes to wrap them up.- Meanwhile, he opened the message: "Good morning to you, how are you today? I was planning to go to the cinema this Wednesday, and I would love it if you wanted to join me." This was followed by a smiley face. "He wrote me a poem!" chuckled Billy, typing back, "Morning, daddy! All good, and you? I'm in, just tell me at what time!" -Daddy?- Cheyenne, like her cousin, had taken to peering at the mobile phone screen. -Hey! That's private stuff!- On the other end, the actor winced slightly after reading the message: still that nickname. -Jesse, let's start with the rehearsal- a colleague called him, who moved a couple of chairs to prepare the scene. -One second.- He sent his reply and grabbed his script.

The weather proved to be decidedly unreliable that Wednesday. Clear weather was forecast for the whole week, but that very day it had been raining since lunchtime, and it didn't even seem to slow down. Without losing heart, however, Jesse had managed to arrive at the cinema that evening sheltered by a large black umbrella; he walked through the front door and looked around, but of Billy no trace. "How strange... Yet I'm right on time."

His mobile phone rang; when he saw the name on the screen he immediately answered: -Billy!- -Hey, Jesse, um... Look, I'm sorry, but... Are you at the cinema already?- -Yeah, but where are you?- -I had a little accident and I'm stuck. I don't know if I can get there in time.- -Accident? Are you okay?- -Yeah, it's nothing, just... Don't ask me how, but my umbrella broke, and I'm stuck under a porch.- -Wait there, I'll come to you.- -But no, it's pouring; I'll manage by myself...- -Tell me the exact spot.- He got out and opened the umbrella again. -Somewhere halfway to my house from the cinema...- The traffic on the street was very slow, and the pavements crowded despite the hour and the weather, so that Jesse had to jostle several times for space. He continued talking to the boy on the phone: -Are you in some alley?- -Yes, but I told you I'll manage...- -Don't move; I think... I see you!- Billy was actually standing under a small porch, soaked from head to toe and clutched in his arms. -Goodness; did you fall in a puddle?- -No...- The blond man sulked: -I told you, the umbrella broke...- He pointed with a nod of his head at the object abandoned in the corner. It was overturned, old and worn, and some of the sticks had broken. -We have to find a place for you to dry off, or you'll get sick.... That’s it, I'll take you home.- -And the cinema?- -It will be for another time.- He held out his hand and smiled: -Let's go. The umbrella is big enough for both of us.- Billy hesitated for a moment, but finally took the other's hand and joined him in the shelter. -We’ll be more comfortable like this.- The actor took him by the arm and pulled him close. The boy blushed, looking away, too cold, however, to say anything. -Get ready, there will be a fight to reach your residence.- -Okay...-

Returning to the main street, the two had to face the crowds going against the current until they reached the apartment building in three times as much time as when the path was clear. -Thanks, daddy.- Letting him go, the boy ran to open the door. -Can I come upstairs to dry my clothes, too?- That statement paralysed Billy: -No!- -No?- -I will not let you into my house! Who do you take me for?- The truth was that he didn't want Jesse to see all his mess, but he threw in a plausible but weak excuse: -Besides you're less wet than I am; you can go back to your place without any problems!- -Really?- With an indecipherable smile, the actor took a few steps to the right, where a broken gutter was making the rain flow with a roar, and leaving aside his umbrella Jesse with one last stride stepped right under the stream of water. Billy stood still and watched what the other was up to until he saw him make that senseless gesture, ran to grab him by the arm and pull him out from under the spout: -What the hell are you doing?!?- -I have weighed your words. Now I am so soaked with water that I am in danger of falling ill before be able to return to my house. Am I then worthy to climb into your nest now?- -Subtle bugger...- He let him go: -Okay, okay, you win. Come.-

Beyond the doorway stood a worn grey marble staircase with an iron railing with peeling white paint here and there. The footsteps of the two echoed with a noise like that of a sponge being wrung out. -Shall we take the lift?- Jesse asked. -It's broken. I'm on the first floor anyway.- The metal cabin actually had pinned a sheet of paper on the closed doors that had a faded inscription in French; it was hard to tell how long it had been there, but Jesse was sure the word in red marker was "out of order". Rummaging through his pockets, Billy reached for the keys to the door of the third flat on the floor: -Hey, for the record... I never get visitors. There's some stuff scattered around...- -All right.-

The boy slowly opened the door and switched on the light. Jesse took a general look: the flat consisted of one large room with a plain white door that he assumed led to the bathroom. A one and a half bed rested with its headboard against the ochre-yellow wall. There was no kitchen, and the only other visible furniture was a small white wooden cupboard and a small table of the same material with a surface filled with pizza boxes, fast-food paper cups and other packaging. An antiquated dark grey cubic TV set was abandoned in one corner, and here and there many clothes lay dishevelled, both on the floor and elsewhere.

-Well, there's my den...- mumbled Billy. -I'll be honest: it looks a lot like a dressing room at the end of a show; the chaos is at the same level.- The actor took off his scarf and coat: -I'd say I find it cozy.- -Ah... Well...- Inside, the blond felt relieved; he feared the other would be disgusted. A rumble of thunder resounded in the flat, and the light flickered for a few seconds before resetting. -When it rains the light comes and goes, I'm used to it by now- Billy hastened to explain, frantically gathering up some clothes, -Go to the bathroom, I'll... I'm looking for something for you that at least doesn't tight.- -All right.- Behind the white door was a bathroom with a floor of yellowish, cracked tiles in many places, covering the surface up to half of the walls. A narrow tub surmounted by a curtainless pipe made it a little difficult to reach the washbasin, while the toilet was given much more space. There were no hanging mirrors, only one of those round ones mounted on a revolving base revolving base resting in the corner of the basin. All in all it was a clean place; one could see that Billy cared. The latter knocked on the door: -I found you some stuff, I hope it's fine.- He opened the door a little and held out his clothes: -It's a T-shirt and sweatpants that have always been loose on me...- -They'll be more than fine, thank you.- -And some towels. I have to buy a new hairdryer, it's broken.-

Picking up the bundle of clothing, Jesse thanked him again before Billy suddenly closed the door. Unrolling the T-shirt, the actor froze for a moment: apart from the colour, an embarrassing candy pink, there was a print of an adorable Japanese-style hamburger with the words in "Eat me" underneath in  English. Paired with the bright red cotton trousers, then, it could be called just what his costume designer called a "fashion disaster". "Oh, well... Nobody has to see me, after all." He removed the wet clothes, spreading them out neatly on the missing curtain tube, ran a towel over himself and his hair and changed, however hesitant about the shirt, which turned out to be a little short in relation to his torso, so that his navel remained in view. He pulled his trousers up as far as he could to compensate, but the elastic did not hold. He sighed and returned to the main room: Billy had his back to him; he had changed into a red shirt and a pair of olive-green track trousers, and was intent on munching something as he drying his hair. The empty food packets on the coffee table had mysteriously disappeared. -Are you hungry, daddy? I have some chips and popcorn left, as well as water; I must decide to do some some groceries...- -I have no appetite at the moment, and we've had enough water I'd say.- The boy chuckled, then turned to look at him and was stunned. -Uhm... Any problems?- The answer was an uncontrollable laugh.

Snuggled up on the sofa at Cheyenne's house, the storm raging outside, Joe and Luke were watching an adventure movie, enjoying the chocolates the former thief had bought from Billy. -I have to admit, the brat makes really good sweets!- said Dalton at one point. -Amélie almost had candy indigestion!- replied the landlady from the kitchen. answered the hostess from the kitchen. -He seems like a nice guy after all, Joe. Did you really lock him up all night?- -Yes... Maybe it was too much.- -I've seen you do worse.- -It was a time of great stress.- -And why?- The detective sneered: -I was chasing an elusive criminal.- Luke returned the expression: -Oh, so it's my fault you went after the poor guy.- Joe pulled himself up, coming face to face with his partner: -I was kind of taking my anger out on everyone, actually.- -I remember...- They exchanged a soft kiss; at that moment Cheyenne appeared from the kitchen, holding a bowl full of vegetables, and turning to the two of them, she commented both amused and touched: -Should I go eat my salad with the neighbours, so I'll leave you two alone?-

Since the TV was not working, Billy and Jesse played cards late into the night, munching on chips, each sitting at one end of the bed. The boy was angry: he hadn't won a hand since the beginning of the game, when the actor showed he had more points with his cards, winning another round, Billy became exasperated: -That's not fair! How do you do it?!?- A rumble of thunder underlined his outburst. -I don't know. I've always been told that I'm quite talented with cards; if I hadn't chosen a career as an actor I could have tread the boards as a magician.- -By the way: earlier, some papers with strange, hand-written phrases fell from your coat. They looked like lines. I left them to dry in that corner over there because the heating pipe runs there.- -Oh, yes. Thank you, those are actually notes for the next performance.- -What are you doing?- -A play, an original work by an up-and-coming young director. It's called "Wedding Parade".- -Curious.- -It takes place during the wedding reception of the main characters. With all the family members reunited, unresolved conflicts and old quarrels resurface.- -That sounds nice! What do you do?- -The father of the bride.- -I'd love to see you act, Jesse!- -Rehearsal's open, you can...- -No, I mean now. Would you like to?- -Uh... Okay. Just a second, I haven't quite memorised the lines yet.- He went to pick up the papers, still damp with rain, and tried to put them back in order. Billy, throwing the playing cards in the air, threw himself on his stomach on the bed, resting his elbows on the mattress and his face on his hands, looking at the actor. -Can I start with the monologue that opens the play?- -Go ahead, daddy!-

Clearing his throat, holding the page in one hand, Jesse started to recite a few words, but he froze and pulled the paper closer to his face, narrowing his eyes. -Are you okay?- -The text was slurred...- -How is that possible?- Billy stapled on his arms. -I usually use a stylographic pen to write notes. I'm afraid water and ink don't go very well together.- -And now?- -It's not serious. Every word is taken directly from the script; I won't have to do anything but copy them again.- He put the paper down on the low table. -Well... What about your dear Shakespeare? You know it by heart!- -Are you sure?- -Of course!- -Good. Any particular request?- -Nah, do as you wish.-

-Uhm...- Jesse put his fingertips together at mouth level, assuming a concentrated expression. After a few seconds, he began to recite: -"Oh, she teaches the torches how to shine. She seems to hang on the face of the night like a rich gem on the ear of an Ethiopian. But it is beauty of an immense value that none shall ever have, too precious for earth. Like a white dove in a long row of crows seems the maiden among her companions".-

Billy gradually widened his eyes, more and more enraptured by the other’s voice and interpretation.

-"I want to see her after this dance; how happy I would be if my rough hand brushed hers. Did my heart ever love before? Deny it, eyes: before this night I have never seen beauty.”- When the actor returned to look at the boy, he was pleasantly surprised at his enchanted expression: -Romeo and Juliet, act one, scene five. Well?- -Wow... Mind-blowing stuff...- -I'll take that as a compliment.-

A louder thunder rattled the window panes, followed by a flash of lightning, and interrupted the magic, quick as a mouse Billy hid under the covers of his bed in fright. Even Jesse jumped up: -A nasty storm, no doubt about it...- -I hate bad weather...- replied the other from his hiding place, -It's too messy and I can't sleep.- -Are you afraid?- -No. I told you, I'm a light sleeper.- He peeped out from under the covers: -It's a real nuisance.- -How do you usually get over it?- -I don't get over it. I just don't sleep.- -But... How do you do for work?- -Lots of coffee.- -You know that's unhealthy, right?- -I can take care of myself.- The light flickered conspicuously, but he managed to resist the new rumble of thunder that forced Billy to hide again. -Are you sure you are not afraid?- -Yes!!!- From the blond's hysterical tone, however, Jesse guessed that he was lying. So he walked over and went to sit on the bed: -Do you want me to... stay next to you until sleep prevails?- -Don't talk rubbish. I haven't shared a bed with anyone since I was two.- -How do you know?- -I just know.- He curled up, pulling the covers over him. -But of course you can stay.- -I should point out, however, that this is the only bed available, and that the two of us can't fit, unless I go down there with you in a more comfortable position.- Billy stuck his head out again, frowning: -What you tryin' for?- -I mean to sleep.- -...- The boy pulled back one flap of the blankets: -As long as you don't put your hand on my bottom, okay.- -I'm a gentleman, I wouldn't dare.- Jesse pulled up his legs and stepped in, extending a hand towards the other: -For tonight I'll be the pillow for your head.-

Turning red in the face for the umpteenth time, Billy looked at him evidently agitated. After an interminable handful of seconds, he decided to lie down in his turn, his head resting on the chest of the other, and clung on with one arm so as not to fall down even though the actor was holding him close. He prayed that the other did not feel how his heart was dancing the samba in his chest. -Billy?- -Uhm? -Maybe this isn't the right time, but... Remember when you mentioned you'd had some problems in the past?- -What do you mean?- -About your family.- The blond hid his face in the fabric of his shirt: -Why do you want to know?- -Because you looked so sad talking about it. And even when it comes to affection more generally you become gloomy or evasive all of a sudden; I'd just like to understand why.- -...I only ask you one thing.- -Of course.- -Don't look at me with pity. I hate that. Everyone I've ever met who knew always did it.- -Promise.-

Inhaling deeply, the boy began: -My parents and I lived in the east of Provence. I lost my father when I was about six years old, and for another two my mother did the impossible to raise me alone. We were very close. It was from her that I learnt to cook. Then one day my stepfather came along; he was smart and kind-hearted, he always treated me as if I were his own son. When I was fourteen, I lost them both in an accident. When I was left alone, I was put in the care of social services, and for four I went from one family to another, from one school to another... When I turned eighteen and graduated, I decided to come here to Paris to set up a business and support myself. That's how I met Madame Jane. She took me on as a helper and allowed me to stay there in the shop when I had not yet found a flat. I got down to business and earned enough in a short time to buy the cart. And the rest... here it is.- Jesse stood in religious silence listening. After a while Billy raised his head and saw him with a thoughtful expression on his face; he was probably processing the information. "Here comes pity, I can feel it..." -I can't even imagine the amount of courage and willpower you had to gather to face such adversity. Those who looked at you pityingly didn't understand anything.- -What?- -They were not dealing with a fragile lamb, but with a lion ready to fight.- He smiled turned to the other: -That's admirable. Anyone in your place would have chosen the wrong path. Be proud of you.- Billy's eyes grew moist. No one had ever said anything like that to him. Jesse saw the boy's sky-blue irises becoming more and more blurry as the tears increased. Billy threw himself down on the actor's chest with deep uncontrolled sobs, and the other merely sympathetically lay a hand on his head.

The next morning Billy woke up with a strange but pleasant smell in his nose. It was like one of those expensive colognes he smelled when he drove his cart past some perfumery. He opened slowly opened his eyes: the sun was pouring in through the windows; Jesse was snoring blissfully without making a noise beside him. The blond let himself go with a spontaneous smile as he recalled their chat, and murmured: -You're not bad at all, daddy...- It was when he heard his neighbour's alarm clock ring, dull as a bell, nine irritating times, that he woke up completely and sprang out of bed, running over the poor actor: -Damn damn damn!!! It's so late!!! I should already be at the shop!!!- -What time is it?- muttered the other, pulling himself up. -Nine o'clock, at least according to old Mules!- Billy took the uniform from the wardrobe, then darted into the small bathroom. After five seconds he came back out and threw Jesse his clothes left hanging to dry: -Change, I can't wait for you!- The actor, accustomed to changes between scenes in the theatre, took very little time to change back into his shoes, and so did the boy, who, tipping his hat on his head, exclaimed: -Come and help me, I must get the cart from the garage!- Rushing down the stairs, the two reached the outside; next to the main building was a garage shared with other apartment blocks where they could park their bicycles. -Let's take it out.- Together they put the vehicle on the street, and straddling the bike Billy was about to run: -Well, thanks and bye!- -Wait!- Jesse grabbed the handlebars to stop him. -I have to run to the shop!- -I know, but please listen to me, just for a moment. Last night you collapsed after we talked, and I didn't get a chance to...- -You've already said something important, as far as I'm concerned. And I admit, I'm impressed: you don't know how tired I was of hearing all the "poor thing" and "how sad". I think you are the first to have changed his tune.- He tried to free himself with a pedal stroke, but Jesse quickly grabbed him again grabbing him by the hips: -Let me finish, at least!- It was then that the boy unexpectedly turned his head, snapping a full kiss on the mouth of the other, who let him go in surprise; pushing himself up on tiptoe while keeping his balance on the bike he then exclaimed: -Let's talk about it some other time, daddy, I'm super late! Miss Jane will choke me if I don't bring her biscuits!- Jesse stood there and watched him run away. Instinctively he brought his fingertips to his lips and murmured: -Yes... Next time...- Billy, pedalling along at a good pace, watching out for the crossroads, couldn't wipe a huge grin from his face.

[morezimby]

Amelie: "Well, here we are! There's winter cake, banana cream pie, two jello molds, lava cake, fruitcake, peanut butter cookies, and lemon bars."

Jakob: "Amazing looking spread, dear."

Amelie: "Thanks hon, Soph helped decorate my desserts, and she made the lava cake!"

[anignoredgirl]

[pansexualpandion]

Canon relationships in Overwatch, in what I believe is the order they were revealed

Amelie x Gerard

Lena x Emily

Torbjorn x Ingrid

Ana x Sam

Jack x Vincent

It kinda looks like they are alternating straight and queer couples, moving down the acronym. So if that pattern holds, we get another straight couple, and then a canon bisexual character, followed by another straight couple, then a trans character. I am totally fine with this pattern, I just hope that the people at Blizzard realize that you can be queer and in a relationship that looks straight to average passerby.

Edit: added Torbjorn x Ingrid

[shes-claws-deep]

who likes leashes?

Among my slaves in the brothel? All of them! They all either have a natural liking for collars or have learned to like them through their time in the brothel.

In particular, there are a few who like their collars a lot more than the others. 

Reinhardt, for one, is very attached to his collar and leash. He always insists that his clients be presented with his leash in case they decide to use them - and they almost always do. There’s just something so natural to him about being led around by his collar, to see the end of the leash in their hand and for him to be dragged around and led around like that. 

Surprisingly, Akande, too, is very fond of being led around by a leash. He’d rather he not be on his knees, but being walked on a leash is nothing to him. In fact, he loves it so much that he might tug and pull on the leash just to feel his leader yank him back into position. Being obedient and heeling is all well and good, but the best thing that someone can do to him is to use that leash to its full potential.

Amelie is another unexpected lover of her leash. That slender neck is perfect for a collar, and she loves how her leash looks trailing from her neck to their hand. She prides herself on only needing the leash to guide her, not to lead her, and will always leave enough slack so they’re never tugging on it. She prefers if clients don’t yank on her, but she doesn’t mind if it’s in ecstasy as they drag her to where they want her.