#and Bach too i guess

[itspileofgoodthings]

my life has changed since I learned how to play Bach’s Invention No. 13 from memory on the piano

[lyricsandpapers]

It’s nearly 6pm on a Wednesday, you go to the gym ready to work out. You walk into the locker room and someone is standing there using a hair dryer to dry pages of two separate books. How do you react?

[6ebe]

Wait how did Charles make a whole classical piano playlist without including a single rachmaninoff piece. #cancelled imho 🙄

[junkazama]

It's is so hilarious how easy it is to tell which composers my followers on my classical music blog just don't like because those posts will get like 5 maybe 6 notes lmao.

[clarkeysbedchem]

late night talking

george clarke x fem reader

summary: george yaps whilst you try to sleep

main masterlist | masterlist

The bedroom was quiet aside from the hum of the fan that was cooling the room along side the drumming of George’s fingers on the duvet. He was sat with his back against the headboard and his knee bent, his gaze dropped down to your sleeping figure.

George gently tapped your shoulder making you stir as you tried to fight waking up, “Are you awake?” He asked through a whisper.

You murmured a ‘no’ pulling the quilt over your head trying to fall back to sleep.

George hummed turning his attention back to the ceiling as he started to drum on his knees again.

You rolled your eyes flipping over burying your head into curve of your boyfriends waist, George smiled letting his hand dropped to your hip.

As you slowly drifted back to sleep you were jolted back awake as you felt a jab into your rib, “George.” You grumbled, “go to sleep, please.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why?”

You felt the bed wiggle indicating that he shrugged. You flopped over onto your back with a huff, “Go on then.”

George grinned reaching over you to turn the lamp on before you glanced over at him, “Imagine if there was an apocalypse,” he started, you squeezed your eyes shut pretending to imagine it making a giggle leave George’s lips, “who would you choose to be on your team?”

“How many people can I have?”

“Four people.”

“Okay,” you nodded, tapping your chin as you thought carefully, “you obviously.”

George pumped his fist in the air celebrating, “I would’ve been so offended if you didn’t pick me.”

You laughed shimmying closer to him, “And then I’d pick Liv because otherwise I’d be bored.”

A chuckle left George’s mouth as he started to play with your hair twirling it softly between his fingers, “Two more people.”

“Bach, so Liv doesn’t get lonely.” You added, thinking through your list of friends trying to decide who else you would pick, “and then I’d pick maybe…”

You hummed, “I don’t know who else I would pick.”

“Neither of the Arthur’s?” George asked curiously.

You shook your head with a laugh, “no, tv would be too analytical for me, and hill is injured and would whine the whole time.”

George let out a laugh making you smile up at him, “What about Chris?”

“Maybe,” you nodded, thinking about it for a moment, “Alright, I’d take Chris because he can cook.”

“Fair enough.”

You looked over at your boyfriend expectantly waiting for his answer, “What about you, princess?” You teased, earning a glare from your boyfriend.

“If we’re thinking in a practical sense; I’d take Reev, Harry, and Chris.” He answered, counting them out on his fingers, “But if we’re talking in a don’t care if i die way; I’d take you…”

“Yeah. brilliant, thank you.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest earning a laugh.

“And then I’d take Arthur Hill, Max and probably Arthur TV as well.”

You gave him a sarcastic smile, “that’s lovely.”

George laughed once again moving to lay down, “I have another question.”

You nodded turning on your side to face him, “What’s that?”

“When did you realise you wanted to be with me?” He asked, looking into your eyes adoringly noticing your cheeks darken at the question.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know.” You muttered, dropping your head down, “I always found you attractive I guess.”

“Obviously.” He joked, ticking your waist making you squirm.

“Stop,” you pushed his hand away with a laugh, “Maybe after my birthday.”

“What? This year? Honey, we’ve been together for 2 years.”

You slapped his bicep gently, “be serious will you.”

“After my 21st, we had been talking for a few months at that point, and you were chatting away to my parents and dancing with my baby sister and it just made me think of you differently.”

George smiled softly at you brushing your hair from your face, “That’s cute.” He cooed, kissing your forehead softly.

“Yeah, yeah.” You hummed, turning around so your back was pressed against his chest, “can I go back to sleep now?”

“Of course.” He smiled, kissing the crown of your head before turning off the lamp.

[dreamypinkfilms]

dating patrick hockstetter headcanons (MOVIE)

- this man is the LIGHTEST sleeper you will ever meet, like.. it’s kinda scary sometimes, you’ll accidentally knock something over and when you turn back around he’ll be sitting up and staring into your soul

- he def smells like some type of cologne that his mom bought for him and forces him to wear, burning stuff obvi and hairspray

- his mom is a christian(book reference) so expect to see him in church every sunday in his preppy dress shirt and tie

- he thought michael jackson was attractive when he was younger and whenever his mom brings it up he gets super pissed off

- he’s definitely not a mama’s boy or anything, he literally forgets her name sometimes but he favors her over his dad

- this mf has a hair pulling kink i CALL it, his hair is so pretty to not be pulled at

- his laugh is SO high pitched (as if his voice isn’t already but yk) i saw a behind the scenes and owen teague’s laugh is so silly in it

- okay so about his hair again it’s too pretty for him to not care about it so i fear he wraps it in a towel when he gets out of the shower and treats it like a baby(NOT like he would in the book guys..)

- he probably has gotten arrested like once or twice or at least told off by henry’s dad for setting things on fire around town with his “flamethrower”

- this mangy ass is weak as hell he can barely lift weights without falling like a damsel in distress to the ground

- ew he probably comes up behind you and goes ‘guess who!’ OR he wraps his arm around your neck like your a frat boy buddy

- he cannot dance so if he’s at a party or someplace with music he’ll just head-bang and jump

- he probably has insomnia so he gets up at like three in the morning and wanders around the house like this:

- he definitely enjoys graffiti and likes to spray paint random buildings in derry but he probably isn’t good at it so he’ll probably just write something like ‘penis’ or paints all over actual graffiti art

- i think he’s definitely more of a cat guy then dog because he has the personality and agility of one or if it came to any exotic animals he’d be a ferret

- will chase you around with dead bugs or mice if you’re afraid of either (HE DIDN’T KILL THEM) that’s book only guys

- he’s definitely more of a cigarette guy than a alcoholic but once in a while he’ll get shitfaced with the gang(you have to pick him up after)

- he LOVES sushi, most likely because his mom cooked it a lot during his child years, but will beg to grab some while belch is driving, usually they do get it but they stop somewhere else because henry will shit his pants if he eats it(he hates it)

- MANSPREADS

- allows you to do his makeup or paint his nails if you’re on the girlier side, but if not he likes when you do his skincare

- i feel like the song that plays when the bowers gang is first introduced on screen (love removal machine by the cult) is the type of music he enjoys or that is his favorite song. he likes grungy/metal teenage boy music yk

FIRST POST EVER COMPLETED??? OH YAYAYAYA

who was gonna tell me trying to add your own gifs was such a struggle.. “gif to big!” THATS WHAT SHE SAID like stfu and let me add the dang gif

[whisperturnedecho]

Just go with what I'm saying

George Clarke x fem reader / mild angst, steamy smut

Summary: You’re all kinds of nervous around George Clarke, feeling unsure. And just like that, George cooks up a surprise plan.

TW: swearing and some degradation, male dom/female sub game, masturbation, anxiety w/a happy end, phonesex

18+ MDNI!

You walked into a lunchroom together with your friend Arthurtv and found a booth by the window. Once the drinks were sorted, you started eyeing the menu, stomach growling. "Ham, egg 'n' chips sandwich it is!"

Arthur smirked as you talked about wanting a change, only to end up with what was familiar. "I'll also stick to my go-to: a Caesar salad with garlic bread," he told the waiter.

While waiting for lunch, Arthur started chatting about the Bach & Arthur podcast. They were introduced to their cool new space themed setup not too long ago. You’d know Arthur loved his work; he’d go on about it for hours.

"The other day, someone asked if I’d post philosophy vids on the 'Arthur Frederick' channel, but honestly, it feels more like a podcast thing. Don’t you agree?" You nodded and sipped on your cappuccino. "You’re a perfect team when it comes to deep talks like philosophy. I often listen while cycling or cleaning."

The food arrived; it looked delicious. Arthur got lost in his salad.

"Before I forget!" Arthur suddenly blurted out as he checked his phone. "There is a party at the boy's flat. Come! It's this Saturday at 8pm. George invited a bunch of friends and we'd like you to be there, even though you haven't been around for long." You said yes right away, no second thoughts.

George. It was a mix of excitement and butterflies imagining being with him again. You were low-key obsessed with the guy rocking the curly mullet and big arms. Playing it cool? Not a chance. And nope, you hadn’t mentioned it to Arthur. The redness in your cheeks didn’t escape Arthur’s attention.

"What's happening here?" he wondered.

"Oh, the eggs on this sandwich aren't fresh," you quickly made up, "I'm getting some kind of flush." Arthur tilted his head. "Yet you ate three-quarters of it, we could have sent it back, stupid." You chuckled. You couldn’t tell if he’d figured you out, but it seemed like you got away with it.

When the bill arrived, you reached for it, only for Arthur to stop you with a cheeky wink. "This one’s on me, next time, you’re paying!"

Heading back, your mind kept drifting to George Clarke. There was something about him. While Arthur felt like a safe haven, George always left you a bit on edge when you met him. It wasn’t easy keeping cool while talking to someone you secretly liked. He might’ve guessed you were dodging eye contact, keeping busy, and fighting the urge to giggle. You were so caught up and smitten.

Saturday night, you kept it simple but classy—white blouse, black jeans, and ready for a great night. You wondered if George might like you in heels. Sure, you could manage heels, kind of. But why make things harder? Blue Converse it was. A quick dab of Coco Mademoiselle behind your ears and you were good to go, remembering your mum’s advice to never settle for cheap perfume.

Hill opened the front door when you arrived. "Y/N, you’re here!" he said, all hyped up. After a big, warm hug, he pointed you toward the kitchen for drinks. You grabbed orange juice for now, but shots might happen later.

The atmosphere of the night was chill. Hill took charge of the music, while Arthur quietly focused on his chess app after the second round of drinks. It didn’t trouble anyone. Chip was laughing with Calfreezy. Chris was in the kitchen. George roamed the room, socialising. You watched him from a distance, trying not to be too obvious about following his every move.

You found yourself twirling just a little on your toes as he neared your table.

The two of you started talking. When you asked him about life as a newbie streamer, he replied that he was currently in his active era. He was still trying to work out how everything worked on Twitch. "I did a 7,5-hour stream not too long ago. " Your jaw dropped as you thought about your early nights, propped up in your bed with a book and your cat Bella.

"Were you okay the next day?" you wondered. "Don’t worry about me, Y/N. I can take care of myself." Watching him, so smooth and self-assured, made you feel like you couldn’t compare.

You got chatting about his childhood in Bristol, and out of nowhere, he mentioned Arthur had told him about your love for drawing. He said he might show you his sketches someday. While you studied his face, you made sure not to meet his eyes, the awkwardness eating at you.

George excused himself to visit the bathroom and walked away. He stopped. "Can a man not just turn around, without someone looking at his ass? " he called out. Out of nowhere, you snorted. Oh no! You slapped a hand over your face to keep yourself from losing it. His trip to the bathroom was a small blessing, so you could die in embarrassment.

Arthur came by and put his hand on your shoulder. "It sounds like you are having a good time," he said. "Promise me we’ll dance soon," he insisted. You nodded.

George came back with two cocktails, and you grabbed one. Classic you, spilling it right in the middle of the room after tripping on your shoelace. Chris and George cracked up. “Butterfingers and twinkle toes,” George teased. At least your blouse survived.

"Cool that you’ve got it all together," you said with a hint of sarcasm, barely paying attention while grabbing napkins. "Do I?" he replied, sipping slowly. You noticed a playful smirk behind his cocktail glass. "You’re into people who know how to take charge, aren’t you?"

Don’t blush, don’t blush, you thought, but you felt the blood rush to your head. For a moment, your mind went blank, and you didn’t know what to say. George winked at you and grazed his beard with his fingertips.

As Arthur asked you to dance, George wandered off, his attention caught by a female friend on the other side of the room. "Thanks for saving me, " you told Arthur with a sigh. He frowned. "What happened?" he asked. You let out a nervous laugh and confessed to acting silly in front of George. "Don’t stress—no chandelier antics, right?" he said, twirling you with a smirk. "It’s just George, you’re good."

Party over, you crashed at home. After feeding Bella and removing your makeup, you got into bed all warm and cosy. "Men are confusing," you muttered as Bella paced with her tail curled like a question mark. "Avoiding them seems easier—especially the charming ones. I definitely made a mess of things tonight." Bella didn’t care and was already distracted by something outside the window.

After scrolling through "X" on your phone, you started feeling the pull of sleep. Nightlight off, pillow hugged tight. It was time to sleep. Ping! Your phone went off after 20 minutes. It grabbed your attention. Who texts this late? It was the middle of the night. Did you forget something back at the party? You picked up your phone and read the text:

George: It's me, George. Add me on WhatsApp.

You: How did you get my number?

A 'please' would’ve been great, you know? What was so important? With Wi-Fi on and his number saved, you were sitting straight up in bed, curious and nervous.

George: Chill, we were just tidying up after the party, and I asked Arthur for your number ‘cause I wanted to keep chatting with you. He said I could grab it from his contacts, so it’s all good.

All's good? You were going to kill Arthur.

George: You looked amazing tonight, no lie. That blouse and your silver bangles totally caught my attention.

Hold up, was George flirting? You couldn’t believe it and covered Bella’s eyes. You were a mess, with butterflies fluttering like crazy.

George: Everyone’s free to dress how they want, but I prefer when women leave a little to the imagination instead of putting it all out there. That’s my vibe for my girl.

Omd, you were scrambling to text back, completely panicking.

You: Yup, that’s totally me. But honestly, I’m not sure what you’re trying to say here. You had questions. George: You don’t need to get me, just go with what I’m saying. Wanna play a little game? We’re both in bed now anyway. I love dirty talk. I think I’ve got an idea of the kind of stuff you’d like. You: Are you serious? I don't know how good I am at stuff like that, but it sounds hot. George: At any moment you feel uncomfortable we can stop, okay? And then, we just move on like nothing even went down. You agreed. George: You wore black jeans today that fit perfectly. I saw you dancing with Arthur. Your ass looked too hot not to spank. You felt how your body reacted to his words, and you pressed your legs together. You weren't a beginner, but didn't have a lot of experience in the bedroom. You felt aroused, no doubt. Normally, one of the first people you'd reached out to when there was something exciting going on was Arthur. Crazy that he was the first person you wanted to talk to. Instead, you typed a reply to George. You: Maybe I would let you. Playing him at his own game felt wild. Nothing came through, even after several minutes. Out of the blue, your phone lit up with a WhatsApp call. George? Seriously? You hated taking calls, and now your nerves were all over the place. "Hey?" you said, unsure, as you picked up the call. "I called you because want to hear you say it. Tell me that you want me to spank your ass." Your mouth felt dry. "I—I want you to spank my ass Ge—orge." You could hardly talk. Your ears were on fire. Your pussy was throbbing. You had to talk normal, please. "Good girl," he replied "you can do it. You can say all the naughty things that your mind tells you that you can't say. Unless you want to go back to texting? Or stop?" You steadied yourself and said, "No, go on." The way he spoke had you curling your toes and feeling all kinds of things. "You liked that, didn't you?" he said in a sultry voice. You like it when I call you a good girl. You're a very special person Y/N. I think you are just right for me." You soaked up his words and moved your fingers underneath the edge of your panties. You needed to touch yourself. You rubbed your clit through your upcoming wetness. You heard how George hummed. It was as if you felt electricity all over. Fuck. "I would put you over my knees Y/N and pull your panties down, so that ass would be ready for me. I would put a drop of that perfume you wear on your thighs." Your back arched at his words. "I would slap you, then rest my hand on your ass to enjoy the heat. I would squeeze your ass and slowly dip my wet finger in and out of your arsehole after warming you up. You would tell me about all the times that you have masturbated thinking about me. You'd confess to everything with those bright red cheeks. Got it Y/N?" "Yes George." Your face flushed. It was impossible to stop touching yourself. You circled over your heat. Your fingers circles from your clit to your hole. My god that felt good. "George?" you said. It was more of a plea than a question. "You are touching yourself, aren't you?" he asked. "I can hear it that you are touching yourself. It's making me really hard." "Yes, I am George. I couldn't help myself. You do so much to me. "

"As do you. Next time you are going to ask me for permission to touch yourself, is that clear?" "Yes sir." Sweat ran down from your head to your neck. "Do you have a sex toy?" George made it sound like the most casual question in the world. "Umm, I have a solid glass dildo. You know, a toy you can warm up." "Get it out now and get ready to fuck that velvet pussy for me, Y/N. Push it all the way in. You are going to look so sexy. Your legs spread wide, filling yourself up. Your eyes all desperate." You lifted your legs to pull off your wet panties and did as you were told. "Can I put it in George… please? Can I? I want it so much. I want you." "Yes darling, put it in your tight hole." Your heart was racing when you moved the dildo in and out. "You are going to cum for me, fucking yourself with one hand, rubbing your clit with the other hand. I will count from 10 to 0." You gulped. You were so close, but you didn't know if he could actually make you cum that quickly, but you knew that you had to be honest with him. He was the one in control. "10…….9…….8…….7..…..6……. 5……. 4……." Please! Oh god. You felt your head spin. "3..….2….. you are going to cum for me. You look me right into the eye. Cum over my cock, you little slut …..1…..0." You cried out at the top of your lungs. "Oh god George, George," you called out as you climaxed. Your phone fell from your hand. You were shaking all over. You had a deep urge to please him, to make him feel proud of you. "Gosh, that was incredible," you said when you felt mildly sane again. "Thanks, I guess, I didn't expect this." "We are not done. I know that you have it in you to cum a second time Y/N," he said with a low voice. " You really think I haven’t noticed you avoiding eye contact? You’ve been waiting for someone like me, and it’s obvious. I’ve been watching you from every corner of the room. I know you think about me… sexually. A girl like yourself is made for submission. You would do anything for me… yes?" "Yes, I would George," you panted, and you felt yourself climax again. Damn, it felt so good. As you were caught up in your own joy, you heard George moaning as he came. It was the best sound in the world. Silence followed. He probably stepped away to clean himself up. After, he told you that your loudness was charming. You were leaning into his words, tired and drowsy. It felt weird and wonderful to share such an intimate moment with George. "Do you think you’ll manage to look me in the eye next time we’re face-to-face?" he asked. "Nope, no way!" you answered. "Goodnight darling."

"Goodnight George."

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[bradleysass]

star - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 670

“Alright, genius,” James said, flexing his fingers over the piano keys. “You guess the song, and if you get it wrong, practice gets extended by five minutes.”

Regulus narrowed his eyes at him. “You are insufferable.”

“You love me,” James said, grinning. “Ready?”

Regulus adjusted his violin under his chin and nodded. James cracked his knuckles—purely for dramatic effect, because Regulus had spent the last six months drilling proper pianist hand care into his head—and then began to play.

At first, the melody was familiar, and Regulus immediately opened his mouth to guess. But then James did something—a subtle shift in tempo, a dissonant note slipped in where it had no business being—and suddenly, the song was not what Regulus thought it was.

He frowned. James kept playing, fingers dancing across the keys with deceptive innocence.

Regulus had heard James play hundreds of times, knew the way he could manipulate a song to fit whatever ridiculous game he was playing. Still, he refused to be beaten.

Regulus narrowed his eyes. “That’s—” He hesitated. “No, wait—”

James snickered.

Regulus scowled. “Mozart?”

James pressed down on the keys with a flourish. “Wrong. Five more minutes added.”

Regulus groaned, adjusting his grip on his bow. “You are a menace.”

“And you, my dear, are bad at guessing.”

James started playing again, this time something that sounded vaguely like Clair de Lune but also maybe Chopsticks, and Regulus glared at him. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I swear on your entire record collection, if you don’t play properly—”

James launched into a suspiciously classical-sounding rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, jazzed up just enough to be unrecognizable. Regulus dragged a hand down his face.

“James.”

“Yes, love?”

“I am going to kill you.”

James beamed. “You have to catch me first. But before that—five more minutes!”

Regulus let his forehead fall against the side of his violin in defeat. He was never getting out of here.

James, emboldened by Regulus’ clear suffering, leaned into his dramatics even more. He switched up the melody again, fingers gliding over the keys in a way that made the song sound almost baroque, almost cinematic. It was enough to make Regulus second-guess every single piece of music he had ever studied.

“I hate you,” Regulus muttered, shifting his grip on his bow as James grinned wider.

“That’s not a guess.”

Regulus inhaled sharply, determined to get this right. He focused, tuning out James’ smirk and the way his fingers wove expertly through each note. He knew this—he knew he knew this—but James was deliberately adding unnecessary flourishes to throw him off.

James could hardly contain his laughter when Regulus finally took a breath and said, “Bach?”

“Wrong!” James cackled. “Five more minutes!”

Regulus groaned again, letting his head fall back in frustration. “This is absurd.”

“This is fun,” James corrected, fingers still flying across the keys. “Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you’re not a little bit entertained.”

“I am not.”

“Liar,” James singsonged.

Regulus scowled. “This is a waste of time. We were supposed to actually practice.”

“We are practicing. I’m playing. You’re listening. That counts.”

Regulus glared at him, jaw tightening. “Fine. But if we’re extending practice, you’re going to suffer through it, too.”

James barely had time to react before Regulus brought his violin up and started playing a series of deliberately screechy, off-key notes that made James wince dramatically.

“Oh my God, Reg, what is that?”

Regulus didn’t answer, simply continued drawing his bow across the strings in an aggressive, discordant manner. James flinched at every note.

“Regulus, please,” James begged, pressing his hands over his ears. “I take it back! I repent!”

Regulus finally stopped, lowering his violin with a victorious smirk. “Good. Now, can we actually practice?”

James, still recovering from the auditory assault, sighed. “Fine, fine. But only if you admit that I’m a musical genius.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

James grinned. “Close enough.”

[sdmnpact]

Heyyyyyyyyyy can u write a George Clarke fan fic based on the song lovers rock by tv girl and I also REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING U ARE AMAZING KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK

Lovers Rock.

George Clarke x Reader ff

♪ Now Playing: Lovers Rock by TV Girl ♪

While the others talked We were listenin' to Lover's Rock In her bedroom In her bedroom And if you start to kiss And the record skips Flip it over And sit a little closer But if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right She might let you stay, but just for the night ~ Now, how many men have you kissed? Very few But you offered me a kiss, why? Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid I just wanted to kiss you

~~~

It was Saturday night, you and your flatmate decided to have a small little get together. Nothing too crazy like a party but rather a casual hang out amongst friends. Maybe you would play some board games, drink a little, dance a bit. The night could go either way really.

"Did you buy the crisps that Arthur likes?" Janine asked looking through the rather large selection of crisps you picked up from the store. "There are plenty of choices, there has to be something he likes." You pushed.

Janine has the fattest crush on tv and hopes to get closer to him tonight so she sent you to buy all his favorite snacks. You tried to get everything on the list but you couldn't be arsed to get every specific item.

"It'll be fine Jan, he'll will like you whether or not you buy his favorite crisps." She shook her head at you pouring them into bowls.

You rolled your eyes at her as you sat on the couch waiting for the company to arrive.

>>>

The night was going smoothly, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. You played Uno, Monopoly, and Guess Who but the drinking version of all those games resulting in everyone becoming more than a little drunk.

Throughout the night, you noticed a pair of eyes on you but every time you turned to look, you never saw who it was. Maybe it was just in your head.

"Ooo a game of spin the bottle sounds fun!!" You heard Janine shriek from across the room. She was talking with another girlfriend of yours and got up to get an empty bottle of wine. "Guys come on then!" She said gesturing for you to sit in the middle of the room on the floor.

"Are we in grade 9 or something?" Bach snickered while Liv pushed his shoulder. You saw her give him a look and he nodded, sitting down in the circle that was forming.

You also sat down, ending up between your girlfriend from earlier and George Clarke to your right. "Sorry" You said as you almost sat on his hand that was stretched out. "Ahh no worries." He said giving you a little wave of the hand.

"Okay I'll go first!!" Janine cheered as she spun the bottle. You all watched in anticipation as the bottle spun around a couple times. It was a childish game but you were all quite drunk and seemed sort of excited by the idea.

There was an even number of boys to girls, so it was pretty interesting, to say the least. You watched at the bottle landed on Bach. You chuckled lightly as you watched all the blood drain out of Janine's face. Liv pushed him forward not really bothered by it since you're all pretty good friends. You found it hilarious how awkward Janine made it by sighing loudly as she leaned forward and pecked his cheek quickly.

Laughs filled the room since pretty much everyone except tv knew she had a crush on him. Arthur looked around confused but no said a word.

"Okay well how about y/n!! Spin, please" Janine said eagerly. You gave her a little look of annoyance but leaned forward taking a hold of the bottle. You spun it and watched as it spun around.

It landed on Arthur!

'Crap'- you thought internally. You hope Janine wouldn't be upset by this but she knows the rules so it's fair game. You gave Arthur a little wide eyed looked as he was doing the same. You guys were pretty close so it wouldn't be too weird but you just didn't want to kiss him.

You leaned towards him and gave him a quick little kiss on the lips. He was single so you had to kiss him on the lips as per rules of Janine. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. You sat back in your spot and looked towards George.

"I bet you've had better." He said quietly to you.

"Oh yeah definitely" you laughed poking fun at your mutual friend. "I heard that!" He shouted as if the circle wasn't just 8 people right next to each other as you both broke out in a fit of laughter.

"Okay well maybe we should take a break- more wine, anyone?" Janine said as she stood up taking her wine glass into the kitchen. You watched as Arthur followed closely behind. 'Interesting' You thought.

You decided on going to your room because you really just wanted to mellow out and sort of disassociate after a fun night of social activities.

"Going to sleep already?" George asked as you began making your way towards your room. "No, I was actually just gonna chill and listen to music." You told him, standing at the doorway.

"Mind if I join you? I think I'm gonna have to crash here anyways, we are- we are not a good state right now." He said with a chuckle taking a pause to look around the room at all the people slumped over, either passed out or on the verge of it.

"Sure! Why not!" You said opening your door. You walked over to your record player and pulled out your TV Girl vinyl putting it on as George shut the door.

You plopped onto your bed with George joining you seconds later. You were just sitting side by side enjoying the hypnotic tone of the music.

"Great song? You like this type of music?" He asked. "Yeah! It's really great especially when I'm feeling like melting away." You said with a light chuckle.

Time passed slowly as you two just sat in the noise of the music, nothing else really mattered in that moment it was just calm. There was a nice vibe going in the room where you two just felt comfortable in each other's company.

After a couple more songs played, your favorite song off the album came on, Lover's Rock.

"Do you think it's alright if I stay for the night then?" He asked you sheepishly. "Well, just for the night." You said jokingly. He nodded as the song continued.

You could hear the voices of the others muted outside your bedroom. Maybe they were getting ready to leave or something. "So, Janine and Arthur." He said smirking. "Oh I know, like they need to get with it already and go out!!" You said exaggerating by flailing your arms around.

"You kissed him though." He said quietly. "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure, she knows it meant nothing, right?" You said laughing lightly. "So you don't fancy anyone then." He asked looking towards his feet.

"I didn't say that, there are some men that have caught my eye, maybe even some in this very room." You said taking a gulp at your sudden courage. It may be the alcohol talking but you just admitted, you fancy George.

"Really?" he asked scooting closer to you on the bed. You felt yourself get nervous at the closeness. You looked towards him, his eyes slightly hazy from the drinking. You watched as he slowly leaned in towards you. He was inches from your face and you closed the gap between the two of you.

Your soft lips pressed against his. You felt him jump at the touch but he leaned into it after a second. The kiss continued like that for a couple of seconds until the record began to skip. You pulled back and went to flip it over.

"You kissed a couple guys tonight." He said with a laugh. "Just two." You smirked giving him a little wink. "Well you kissed me." He said with a smug expression. "Well, I just wanted to kiss you." You said as you sat back down on the bed, sitting closer to him than before.

"Where were we?" You asked as he smiled widely at you, grabbing your waist. You two continued kissing, eventually turning it into a make out session.

It was getting very heated between you two until you heard the door open. You quickly looked towards it and saw two heads poking in, Janine and Arthur. Arthur was covered in red lipstick and Janine looked ever so pleased with herself.

"Um, I think I'm gonna stay over tonight mate." Arthur told George as his hand reached for Janine's. Janine gave you a little look as she saw your hand placed on George's thigh.

"I assume George is going to stay here as well." She laughed motioning towards your hand.

You felt your face turn red. "Yeah, I'm going to stay for the night." He smiled looking towards you.

"Okay well we'll leave you to it." Janine started, closing the door slowly. "Don't go too crazy!" Arthur shouted as the door shut.

"That twit." George jokingly laughed as you joined him. "Now, what were we doing? Ahh yes." He said holding you in his arms, placing his lips on yours.

The rest of the night was a mix between a blur and memorable little moments. You two ended it by laying in your bed and listening to more vinyl records until you slowly fell asleep in each other's arms.

~~~

A/N

Hey guys!! Sorry for going awol for a second there, I just got a job and I've been pretty busy and tired. I felt bad because I had a couple requests I wanted to get done by a specific date and I just couldn't work on them. I'm trying to get them done now so I hope you enjoy them. I will probably post more sporadically now instead of basically daily. Thank you for supporting and reading my work!! It means so much!! Love you all! ♥

Also wanted to add, I've had this song on repeat since I've gotten this request!! It's super good so thanks for the song rec!!

[lovecrime2]

Hannibal Lecter x Reader

summary: you begin therapy with Dr. Lecter, a man who you quickly learn much from. from his intellectuality, to the darkness hidden in the furthest parts of his mind, you become enraptured with him. will he feel the same about you? therapy sessions turn into exchanging books with notes, cooking together, and seeing more of each other in ways you both never thought possible. a love story.

authors note: hello!! this fic will have multiple chapters and i’m so excited to start this! it’s also on a03. and im creating a playlist for this!!

Chapter I: Prima

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“Dr. Lecter is ready to see you now, miss.” the polite receptionist says, with a smile sent your way. It’s no more than a flash of positivity before she turns back to her paper work, reflected by her thin framed glasses. As her eyes scanned over the work, turning back to frantically look over her desk, presumably searching for something, she gave off an obvious air of worry. Perhaps she was new.

You were too.

Your first day of therapy. Well, your first day of therapy with this new psychiatrist. It wasn’t something you were exactly frantically nervous about- as the poor polite receptionist was. You’d been to therapy before. You were accustomed to the shallow invasion and prodding of the mind. This time, your hope was that this new Dr. Lecter would be unique. Different.

You’d heard many good things about him. Ranging from his written work and studies, to his success with patients. And after the worsening state of your mind and the life you had built around you, you decided that it was time to try again. So far, you weren’t disappointed. The office was classy. Nice chairs were set in the waiting room, where you had sat for some time. There was tasteful art, quiet classical music in the background. Bach, you had guessed. Other than the receptionist, it had emitted an air of class and calmness.

You flashed a smile back at the receptionist, returning the politeness.

“Thank you very much,” you replied.

You weren’t sure if she heard given how diligently she was scanning her desk currently. But it was of no matter, you had been polite, it was the most you could do. You stepped up to a wooden door, unsure if you’d have to knock. Before you could, the door was opened, and Dr. Lecter was revealed to you.

He was handsome. You weren’t one to judge or weigh value off of looks, but you would give him that simple statement. Looks were not the most important thing to you, and you certainly were not meaning it in a romantic way. But he was handsome. The eyes that quickly met yours were brown, maybe with a hint of hazel. His hair was brown as well, it shone in the light from his office. He wore a navy blue plaid suit, giving him an obvious air of seriousness, of class and respect. His lips curled into a smile, and yours followed suit.

“Miss L/N, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” he spoke, his voice was rich and soothing.

“Dr. Lecter, I’ve heard many wonderful things about you and your work. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well.” you replied calmly, mirroring his niceties and charm. He had a quiet suave demeanor. As if on instinct, you both reached your hands out for a handshake. More niceties. This doctor was very formal. You appreciated that. As your hands touched you felt his eyes scan you quickly. Almost like an eagle searching a field for prey. Though, there wasn’t malice behind this look.

“Please, do come in.” he said, leading you into his large room. And what a large room it was.

It had a mostly grey color palette, with the exception of the one wall which was a dark red. To your right was a large wall, with two large red and white striped curtains. To your left, a desk, obviously a professional one. Lamps and books and art decorated the top. Further back to your left was another desk and a chair, but nothing was on this one. Behind that, a fireplace. The room was lined with cabinets and bookshelves, and art (specifically paintings) were anything but scarce. Right in front of you however, were two chairs facing each other. And there was a ladder, on the wall behind them, leading up to another level of the room. This one was lined with books of all shapes and sizes and colors. You took note of the other items in the room. Your eyes scanned from the couch against the back wall, to the couch in front of the windows. The room seemed lightly dull at first, but the more you gazed, the more points of color stood out to you.

After having visually scoured the room, you summarized that the collection of books, European furniture, and art was not simply the doing of the building’s hypothetical interior designer. By his outfit and the look of the room, Dr. Lecter was a man of intellectuality, power, curiosity, and ambition. He was impressive.

“Have a seat, Miss L/N.” he said, gesturing to the two seats in the middle of the room- each sat directly across from the other. Each had small tables next to them, but one had a book (presumably for taking notes on patients) and a box of tissues. You assumed the seat that the book and tissue box adorned table belonged to: was his. So you took the other seat, smoothing the bottom half of your clothing as you sat down. He took a seat across from you, crossing his legs and folding his hands neatly in his lap.

“I have no doubt you know why you’re here.” he said politely. He was direct, eyes still piercing into you. You were afraid to look away. You wanted to maintain the eye contact but at the same time, the socially nervous part of you longed to break it, longed to gaze around the sophisticated room instead of facing his perceptive gaze.

“Yes, Doctor.” you replied, finally working up the courage to break the mural stare and look down as you smiled at him. He returned a brief smile, and nodded once.

“So then, I hope you won’t mind if I list off the reasons you put for requesting my psychiatric assistance which led to us meeting today?” he inquired, taking his notebook from the small table next to him.

“Not at all, go ahead.” you gave him an encouraging nod and he opened his book. As he looked over a page, a realization came to you. You realized how intimate the placing of his chairs was. You mirrored him and put one leg over the other. You wondered if this was a tactic of his to create a sense of connection, equality. Interesting.

“You have emotional regulation issues, accompanied by social anxiety. Past traumas, which I’m sure are accompanied by self-image problems, am I correct?” he asked at the end of his statement.

“Yes,” you said, pausing a moment. There was some more, but this was only the first session. You hated the way it sounded so labeled when it was later out like that, so shallow. Realizing your answer might’ve seemed curt, you rushed to say more. “Yes, that’s all correct.”

He set his book down on the side table and looked at you for a moment. The thought crossed your mind that he might be waiting for you to speak, you were about to say something when he spoke at last.

“How do you feel right now, at this very particular moment, Miss L/N?” he asked you, eyes endlessly boring into you.

“I feel,” you hesitated, trying to come up with the right words. “Comfortable and welcomed. Yet nervous.”

“I’m glad you feel comfortable and welcomed, I try to provide sufficient hospitality for those in my care. Though, tell me, why do you feel nervous?” he asked.

“I’ve just met someone new. Someone who will be peering into my mind, learning the most personal parts of me. It’s an odd thought that a man I met a few minutes ago will come to know my mind so deeply.” you replied, watching Hannibal process your answer. He had a good poker face.

“Are you afraid of what I might uncover in the depths of your mind?” he asked.

“I think everyone’s a little afraid of what can be perceived in the most personal parts of their mentality. We all have only so much we express. To the eye it may seem to show enough, but there’s so much hidden where we store our deepest thoughts.” you replied. You liked the knowledgeable banter.

“Knowing those parts of you is a fundamental aspect to your treatment, as it is to any patient. I am not here to judge, or to exploit. I am here to come to know your being and attempt to help it in a way that is beneficial to your mental well-being.” he replied.

“You make a good point, Doctor.” you replied, flashing him a smile. He returned it, and opened his book.

“Well then, shall we begin?” he asked, his eyes still focused on yours.

“Of course.” you replied.

And so began your session with Hannibal Lecter, your new psychiatrist.

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - We In A Slump, but help might be coming from a very strange source

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Sept 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - I don’t have a lot to say except that the plot is somewhat predictable but the show is still very engaging. War is fantastic. I’m enjoying it a hell of a lot.

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) ep 10 of 12 - The second leads are getting better in this one. I understand where they are coming from, which makes their conflict so much more understandably painful, and honest to a friends2lovers trope. The main couple is kinda standard college relationship drama, but they are cuties.  

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - How is Ohm so damn gorgeous? Meanwhile, babies’ first argument. And it’s sponge bath time. Q has got to be wondering if Min is as meticulous with all kinds of care and attention to detail all......the......time. Somebody here in the hellhole said something about this being "the most BL to ever BL." And I think they’re right. At least right now. Although, watch out, we got us a new contender from the east.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - I do love the continuation of the perversion, in a good way, of the punishment trope from last week's episode. Oh, has the show finally remembered its title? NO SINGING. 

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 7 of 10 - More kidnapping and an attack and now there’s a girl involved and somebody’s going to China and I don’t understand anything! And I don’t really care. Is this how the actual book originally went? Because it’s wild. Also TOO MANY of flashbacks. I guess they got a bit of a boyfriend era, and the claiming during the water fight was cute, but otherwise...... meh

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 2 of 15 - One shouldn’t make comparisons, of course, but all I can think about is how amazing Captain was as Noh in the original series. Thus this show is mostly just making me want to rewatch the original. It’d be an interesting twist to have Aim be queer instead of a damaged cool girl slut. Was the helmet hand letting go a foreshadow of the iconic bookstore hands letting go? Also, I gotta say for the second episode of a series there are already too many flashbacks. Why are they using filler when they have so much content crammed into so few (comparable) episodes for a series? It’s annoying. Stop it.

Live in Love (Sun Gaga) ep 4 of 5 - This show has some interesting, if heavy handed, things to say about shipping and trolling, but also predatory/proprietary female behavior. It’s fascinating to see it tackled head on, if handled in a profoundly clumsy manner. I’m not sure how I feel about it. That said, most of this episode was actually an advertisement for a resort in Phuket. 

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - I'm getting What's Wrong with Secretary Kim? vibes from this show. Only this is WAY more bullying. It’s very old-fashioned 90’s billionaire romance novel only gay. It’s never a good sign when I’m watching two boys kiss and I really want one of them to just bite the other ones lip off instead.

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 9 of 12 - No ep this week. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 8 of 10 - Gosh it’s so frikin adorable. Baby got sick. He has SUCH A CRUSH. And such a courageous little confession! Yay! Can’t wait for next week. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YouTube) ep 1 - sure, yes this is, in fact, just Ba Vinh doing his thing with pretty boys again. And yet...... There is a REASON this leapt into the standings guns blazing. So it’s high school set but it's stepbrothers trope. (My, aren’t we popular this year?) I know, but I NEVER get tired of this trope. We got us Bach (BV's sullen tsundere) and Dat (babygirl meets bully). It’s GREAT how the brothers' dynamic is entirely different at school than when they're at home. My ear isn’t trained for Vietnamese, but I think Dat is using different pronouns depending on his location (his personality entirely shifts when he’s at school). I’m not sold on the Bach character, although I always trust BV to serve in the end (at least we know the kisses will be good), but Dat is utterly in love, a touch spicy, and reasonably complex. The surrounding cast is good too, my favorite pretty boy is there playing top dog (woof), and one of the besties is out gay (YAY!). The plot of the show is...... well...... absent. Nothing happened. But if we are aiming for Love Sick slice of life style BL, I'm game. Subs are appropriately terrible and confusing. But I like it A FUCK TON so far, so I’m gonna keep it in rotation. Nice to have Vietnam back in play. What a shocker.

2024 has been a year of upsets.

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 3 of 10 eps - I weirdly enjoyed the farcical music and the utter absurdity of the court case. I also liked how it highlighted what a good team these two are. Frankly I don’t mind a bit of an antihero sleazy lawyer + conman, it's engaging. I’m getting wholesome out of Thailand. I don’t really need it from Japan at the moment. Also I don’t believe for one second our conman actually is serious about the relationship. Conmen gonna con. I'm reminded of the scorpion and the frog fable.

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 8 of 12 - I love Orca so much. I do not love the autotuned version of Orca, but I knew what I was in for with this particular show, it's in the title after all. I did laugh a whole lot when Laing used kha. Hon, I don't think that word means what you think it means......

The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 11-12fin - I never thought I’d say this, but the pacing was off in the penultimate episode. Taiwan, and its chronic misuse of flashbacks strikes again. That said we eventually got a "lock in" trope and Wang being the biggest little flirt shit in the cafe OMG!!! Of course, you shouldn’t use a girl to torment your bf, but it was so well done, I can’t really complain. Meanwhile, teacher kisses. And now I understand exactly why they’re present in this narrative. Clever. Bummer of a burden on that ending though. I cannot see how they’ll manage to stick this landing. [That was ep 11]

AND NOW EP 12 - doomey doomey doom

Not the water bottle trope! Argh the teenage lust of it all. Just stop it. Wang is so smart he knows exactly how bad he has to be to leave the class. And his bf certainly knows that too. And......

......

So that was not an ending and I’m not happy about it and no one is surprised. Even I’m not surprised. I’m just disappointed. Even tho I suspected this was where we were headed I'm disappointed. That’s it. That’s all I got. How do I review something that was such a crushing let down?

Conclusion:

Based on a Mou Mou novel + the Your Name Engraved Herein team, this is old-school coming of age BL and it was bloody fantastic. Tsundere seme to beat all tsundere (smartest + tallest + bestest at everything but people) meets socially-ept cutie smart-ass uke. They're living together by end of ep 1 and start kissing by end of ep 2. A stellar tense slow burn stepbrothers trope that ate my life and than just belly-flopped the finale. What I'm left with is epic levels of disappointment and well...... at least nobody died? My standard "fatally flawed" rating for any BL is 4/10 so I guess that’s what I’m giving it. 

Before you ask me for the stats: Taiwan does not have a history of second seasons. I went ahead and ran the numbers and the odds are certainly not in our favor. I put the chances at 2%.

Yes, I contemplated a revenge rating of 2/10 but even I'm not that mean.

It's airing but...

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai being converted into a café. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

In Case You Missed It

Falling For My Boss is vertical format (nash) short from Korean BL about a happy-go-unlucky man who keeps losing his flower shop business because of romantically misbehaving employees (apparently it's a thing). When his best employee brings in a new boy he's worried she's falling for him, but it turns out it's his own heart on the line. He a clueless softy and The Boy is a lost broken sweetheart, making this a gentle little snippet of a show. There's a baby linguistic negotiation, some hung slinging, awkward handholds, and everyone is very pretty. For me the absence of kisses and the vertical format were more annoying than the length, which felt fine but many viewers will find too short. I enjoyed the 30 minutes of cute. All of which makes this a solid 7/10 from me. It was originally only available on this one ap in very short form with ads so I wasn't gonna bother. Then some kind soul cut it together without ads and stuck it up for download. Say thank you.

Oddball recommendation next: This podcast episode touches on some stuff we see in Thai BL so I think it's worth listening to. Journalist Dominic Faulder on the Complex History Between Thailand & Myanmar

Happy of the End (Japan Gaga) - Completed its run. A boy is disowned for being gay, dumped by his boyfriend, and ends up in a dysfunctional co-dependant relationship with his would-be kidnapper. We were due for another messy JBL and it's exactly as expected. I do not like it at all and DNFed. Gossip round the hellhole is that was a solid decision.

Marriage Equality Law has officially been enacted in Thailand...

Yes the actual law. Goes into effect Jan 22, 2025

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming Oct 2024:

10/3 Fourever You (Thai iQIYI?) 16 eps - New directs Earth (UWMA, 12%) + Pond (Century of Love, 180 Degrees), Bas (Gen Y, 2 Moons) + Maxky (Why You… Y Me?) and other familiar faces like Bever. Sampler pack university BL from Wabi Sabi that looks like it's trying to be a gay Boys Over Flowers (4 older med students hot boys) and I'm not mad about it. Trailer Not sure who's distributing this but my guess is iQIYI since they had the last few from this house.

10/7 Every You Every Me (Thai Gaga) 10 eps - Jade and Chin have lived over a thousand lifetimes. In each one they somehow manage to fall in love with each other. (This pair, TopMick was piloted in a My Universe ep, that was one of the only ones I liked.)

10/10 Eccentric Romance (Korea ????) 12 eps - Silkwood’s 2nd Thai/Korean colab, that has been in production since 2022 which is a LONG time in the BL world. I'm worried but I like the concept: friends of 10 years who’ve been hiding feelings for each other enter the same university. Plus MURDER.

10/10 Gangster and His Boyfriend (Korea ????) 8 eps? - Kim Dong Bin (famous trainee & idol reality competitor, yeah that happens) stars as a fallen idol who unexpectedly becomes entangled in a gangster family. Discovers that his friend’s father is responsible for the murder of his entire family years ago. I don't know much about this one, neither does anyone else and I'm not sure where I got that release date so……

10/21 Love in the Big City (Korea ????) 8 eps - Adaptation of Booker-nominated famous coming of age novel of the same title by Park Sang-Young. Cynical yet fun loving student writer Young pinballs from home, to class, to Tinder matches. He and Jaehee, his female besie and roommate, frequent nearby bars where they push away their worries about life, love, and money with soju. As time passes Jaehee settles down and leaves Young to face his problems on his own. Young finding comfort in the arms of the series of men, including one whose handsomeness is matched by his coldness and another who might be the great love of his life. Not really BL. Stars Kim Go-eun (The King: Eternal Monarch), Noh Sang-hyun, and Nam Yoon Su (The King’s Affection). This already released as a movie and isn't very well regarded, this date is supposedly an international release as a series. I'm wary of it being BL.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I got nothing, The On1y One drove me into a funk.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Ooh! A wonderful interview with Rich Keeble who played Mr. Arnold (the one with the Doctor Who Annual :)) in S2! :)❤

Q: In Good Omens 2 you play Mr. Arnold, who runs the music shop on Whickber Street. Were you a fan of Good Omens before joining the cast, and is it challenging to take on such an iconic story which is already loved by a huge fanbase?

A: “There’s always pressure if you’re working on something with an existing fanbase and people might have an idea already as to how you should be approaching something. To be honest I was aware of the show but I hadn’t actually seen it before I was asked to get involved. I knew it was something special though! I remember talking to Tim Downie [Mr. Brown] about how when you tape for certain things you know if something’s a “good one”. Of course by the time I was on set I’d watched Season 1 and read the book. 

I had an interesting route into the show actually: I was asked at the last minute to read the stage directions at the tableread on Zoom, and Douglas [Mackinnon] the director called me up to discuss pronunciations of the character names etc. To prepare further I quickly watched the first episode on Prime Video, and I was very quickly drawn into it. A couple of hours later I was on a Zoom call with David [Tennant], Michael [Sheen] (with his bleached hair), Neil [Gaiman], Douglas and the whole team, including Suzanne [Smith] and Glenda [Mariani] in casting. After that readthrough I asked my agent to try and see if she could shoehorn me in and she came back with a tape for Mr. Arnold saying “you play the piano don’t you…?” They wanted me to demonstrate my musical playing ability, so I rented a rehearsal studio room in Brixton for an hour and filmed myself playing piano (and drums just in case), then I did my scenes a couple of different ways and I guess it wasn’t too terrible!”

Q: During episode five you mimed to music written by series composer David Arnold alongside a real string quartet – this must have been very immersive! How did it feel to work with David, and bring the ball to life?

A: “I actually didn’t meet David Arnold sadly, but I did work with Catherine Grimes, the music supervisor who is lovely. David was at the London screening but I missed an opportunity to go and say hello to him which I kicked myself about. 

I remember before I was in Scotland there was a bit of uncertainty as to whether I would need to play anything for real or not, so I practised every day playing loads of Bach and other music I thought was era-appropriate just in case they asked me to do anything on the fly. So yes, it was very immersive as you say! They sent me three pieces of music to learn which I practised in my Edinburgh apartment on a portable folding keyboard thing I bought. They introduced me to the string quartet (John, Sarah, Alison and Stephanie) and I tried to hang out with them when I could. On the day we all had earpieces to mime to. I had to mime while listening out for a cue from Nina [Sosanya] from across the room, then deliver my dialogue and carry on playing, which was tricky! The quartet and I helped each other out actually: Douglas would say something like “let’s go from a minute into the second piece of music”, I’d look at the sheet music and whisper “where the hell is that?” and one of the quartet would say “we think that’s bar 90” or something. Here’s a little bit of trivia: the shooting overran and the string quartet couldn’t make the last day, so they found some incredible lookalikes to replace them for the scene when we get lead out of the bookshop through all the demons, although I think they also kept them deliberately off camera.” 

Q: What did you think of your music shop when you first saw the set? Did you have a favourite poster or prop?

A: “I thought it was incredible! It could’ve been an actual music shop with all the instruments hanging up with the “Arnold’s” price tags on. The attention to detail was incredible, well IS incredible as I understand it’s all still there. It’s hard to pick a favourite to be honest. I did a little video walkaround on my phone at the time so maybe I’ll post that if I won’t get in trouble. Interestingly the shop interior itself was elsewhere on the set to the shop entrance you see from the street. You walk out of Aziraphale’s shop, over the road, through the door of the music shop and… there’s nothing.” 

Q: Mr. Arnold is tempted into the ball by a Doctor Who Annual and is playing the theme in the music shop scene – are you a fan of Doctor Who in real life? And what was it like making those jokes and references in front of the Tenth Doctor David Tennant?

A: “I’ve always dipped in and out of Doctor Who over the years since Sylvestor McCoy, who was doing it when I first became aware of it when I was growing up. Even if you’re not a fan it’s one of those shows you can’t really get away from, so doing that particular scene in front of David was really fun, and of course Douglas had directed Doctor Who as well. Apart from the amusing situation of two supposed Doctor Who fans talking about Doctor Who without realising they’re in the company of a Doctor Who, I also seem to remember Michael being the one to suggest that he would deliver his “due to problems at the BBC” line directly to David.

Oh, and I think it was actually my idea to grab the annual off the harpsichord before joining the queue behind Crowley at the end of the ballroom scene (which we’d shot weeks earlier at this point). When we were blocking it out and rehearsing I knew I had to leave my position and get to the front for my “surrender the angle” line, and then later it just felt like I wouldn’t leave without the annual so I ran back through everyone to grab it. Nobody seemed to have a problem with me doing that so I just carried on doing it when we shot it! I do remember it being a fun set with Douglas and the team being very open to suggestions.”

Q: How did you balance filming both Good Omens and BBC Ghosts at the same time?

A: “Luckily both shows were a joy to work on, and everyone seems to know about both of them. We were shooting them in early 2022 and I also had a little part in an ITV drama called ‘Stonehouse’, starring Matthew Macfadyen. I usually never know when I’m working next so to have three great TV jobs at once was very unusual. There was all this date juggling and I actually almost had to turn down Ghosts due to clashes. Luckily both shows had to move some dates so it worked out. But yes, I spent two weeks up in Scotland shooting all that Good Omens ballroom stuff, then I came back down to London to do Ghosts, knowing I’d be back up to shoot my scenes in the music shop in a couple of weeks. Now, when I found out who was playing my wife in Ghosts I couldn’t believe it: Caroline Sheen – Michael Sheen’s cousin! She was amazing and that was another great set in general. I say “set”, but it’s all filmed in that house which surprised me. I’d worked with Kiell [Smith-Bynoe] and Jim [Howick] before, and Charlotte [Ritchie] was in the Good Omens radio play a few years ago and a big fan of the book. Charlotte’s very musical of course and we got talking about my folding keyboard I had for practising my Good Omens stuff, and she ended up setting it up in the house for us to have a play on!

Now, when we’d shot all our internal scenes there was this big storm forecast, and our external scenes were scheduled for the day of the storm, so that had to be moved into the next week. It meant I ended up shooting those scenes outside the house, then going straight back up to Scotland to shoot the Good Omens music shop scene the next day! When I mentioned to Michael I’d just worked with Caroline he said “ooh she’s in Ghosts is she!” and revealed that she’d texted him about me which was rather surreal. Then later after the Ghosts wrap party Kiell gave me a part in his Channel 4 Blap, so at the time I felt like I was killing it career wise, but the industry quietened a bit after that and my workload eased off over the year so I was in my overdraft by November.”

Q: What are your plans for the future – can we expect to see you in something else soon?

A: “This year, after a bit of a quiet start, I was very fortunate to work on a Disney+ show called Rivals which stars… David Tennant! I think I’m allowed to say my character is called Brian, and I shot five episodes so that was another really amazing job, and great to work with David again (I told him he must be my good luck charm, although I hope he’s not sick of me). That should be out at some point in late 2024. Other than that I’ve filmed a few other bits I presume will be out next year, one of which is called Truelove on Channel 4 which actually looks really good. That starts early January. Of course now Season 3 of Good Omens has been greenlit, I would love Neil and the gang to have me back on that… but I can only keep my fingers crossed!”

[ladyemberswrites]

(Like its not even about shipping though I am a big IchiRuki shipper and believed they should've been canon.) But, putting that aside, Bleach's last arc was a complete dumpster fire of an ending. Narrative wise, character-wise, plot-wise, just everything. And the Quinces were definitely the worst part of the arc because they just sucked at being compelling characters. Way too many of them to develop properly or care about and Bach or whatever the hell his name is just so god-awful boring for a final villain. Say what you will about Aizen at least he was entertaining in his ridiculousness.

Still disappointed in Rukia being sidelined so hard. Her Bankai to be built up only for Kubo to do nothing with it. My guess it's to give Ich!Hime the spotlight, but that goes straight to ass real quick. From Ichigo not bothering to give Orihime the details of his plan, to her powers being absolutely useless in the end. So so much for the badass couple team up. At least NaruHin@ fought a giant ninja space god on the moon together, shared an on-screen kiss and we watched Hinata tear a dude's eyeballs out, granted they were her sisters first, but still my point stands. Not that Naruhina is all that well written, but you get what I'm trying to say here.

There's like so many other things about Bleach I could bitch about right now, but I digress. I cry every day about all the character arcs that got flubbed so bad - like sailing off a diving board and belly-flopping onto the concrete - that is what Thousand Year blood arc is

[r-aindr0p]

"magical boys"

*BREAKS DOWN A WALL AMD CHUCKS MINI ROLLOS TO ANYTHING IN SIGHT*

WHERE?!

*visibly shaking* I am normal about this reversal trope of magical girls. I can definetely be trusted to not squeeze this mozarrella with a bowl cut to death. *mini rollo definitely being squeezed to death*

No idea if it's three anons or one but that's really sweet ✨ pls beware depending on which guy you plan to eat some of them give food poisoning or hallucinations (thinking abt some as those small colorful rainforest frogs)

I love magical girl animes very much, grew up watching tokyo mew mew (and somehow managed to watch wedding peach all on youtube a long time ago, i did not understand the english subtitles at all lmao, rewatched it years later and loved it), so imagine my surprise when I stumbled accross the first (if you ignore saint seiya) full on magical boy anime in 2015 and ever since I wanted to draw my own, and now I have my musketeers :)))

A lot more magical boy yapping under the cut because I love this trope so much

Anime I'm talking abt is 'Binan Koukou Chikyuu bouei-bu love' btw ! It's on the parodic side but not as much shitpost-ish as 'magical girl ore' for example. It takes itself "seriously" in it's own way. (and the ending song talks about 2 characters of the show that drifted apart and how there's 3 meters only separating them but it's enough for one to miss the other and aughhh my heart I could yap about this for ages)

LOOK AT THEM (couldn't find a decent pic of the season 1 clothes, this is season 2 and the pic is still low res augh)

Like, I was ?? idk in my last year of middle school maybe when I found this ?? fantastic discovery. Pink wombat mascot with the voice of an old man gives cute bracelets to 5 guys to save the earth. They have to say "love making" and kiss their bracelet to transform, I'm crying And here's the villains of season 1 and season 2 (twins) (silver haired bowl cut annoyed guy is my favorite, what a familiar description....)

There's 3 seasons in total to this anime and season 3 has a new cast of guys but years later at the same school !

Scenario is basically the same as season 1 but with different guys and villains, but omg the otter..... I love that yellow otter so much..... (look they have magical ace and deuce ) Villains of season 3 are called "edelstein knights" or something (ince again an angry guy with ridiculous bangs considered a villain, my beloved)

Other legit magical boy I love a lot is 'Fairy Ranmaru' !! It takes itself more seriously than binan koukou, in it's own scandalous way I'd say. They went ham with the fanservice during transformations it's crazy-(especially uruu's transformation) def +16 at least They do try to talk about serious matters and feelings/emotions in general. I cant' really tell if it's well written since I'm really an easy audience, I should watch it a second time... It's a visual experience at least if you're into that kind of designs

Blue guy my beloved.... Not showing any more, you can find the transformations on yt crunchyroll literally published them

Alright one last "magical" boy/girl, it's not even exceptionnal but it's a fever dream shitpost that has a special place in my heart : 'Classicaloid' So a girl's father created humanoids with the memories of classical composers and went to get milk, leaving them all. The classicaloids eventually decide to squat at the girl's house. They have magical powers called "musik" and have a small transformation animation. So to a certain extent I do consider this a magical people anime.

Here's everyone from season 1 (untransfromed) Beethoven and Bach (maybe mozart too tbh) are the most recognizeable but good luck to guess the others :') (Liszt and Tchaikovsky are genderbent) They are all so whacky together I love them so much, bach only speaks in musical terms "andante, pianissimo etc.." Chopin is the looser of all times, Mozart is.... Mozart, and Dvorak (season 2) became a pigmy hippo for literally no reason The animation is nice but the ending song illustrations ??? dang

First two pics are from season 2 endings, they all represent an important location for the composers or something related to them (for example Chopin's is the père lachaise cemetery in paris where irl one has a tomb) Really I'm amazed by all the ending art pieces, I can't put more than 10 pics per post, I would've showed them all otherwise eeee) On the thrid pic you actually see mozart in his musik outfit ! An in one ep he even lets his hair loose ahierjh

(takt:op is absolutely in my watchlist)

If you made it this far thank you for listening to the yapping, wether it was interesting or not ! :)))

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

I was determined to write the fluffiest flash fiction ever after the devastating events of late, but my muse decided that you'll need tissues instead. Apologies, but I think it'll have a cathartic effect.

Let Me Comfort You

John’s ascending steps speak volumes to Sherlock. They are heavier than normal. Something must have happened at work. His watch tells him that John is ninety-five minutes early. He never leaves before his shift is over, unless Sherlock texts or shows up with a case.

The moment John appears in the doorway, Sherlock knows. A patient has died, and not an old one. Melissa, six years old, leukaemia. They had hoped she would make it through the year. 

One last Christmas.

He’s in front of John before he collapses in Sherlock’s arms. John sobs like his heart is breaking, and Sherlock guesses that it literally is. The girl had been so brave, according to John. He had encountered her when her parents took her to A&E before they knew about her condition. A broken wrist and a cut over her eyebrow, which John mended easily. 

Melissa had asked for him when she came back for her treatment. John represented safety, and he was allowed to visit her by the haematologist-oncologist.

“I’m sorry, John,” Sherlock murmurs and kisses his temple. “It went faster than expected?”

“Yeah,” John says, his voice is rough. “Infection.”

Sherlock tightens his grip and strokes John’s back. 

“What can I do?” he asks, hoping there is something that can ease John’s despair.

“You’re doing it, Sherlock,” John replies and buries his face in the crook of Sherlock’s neck.

It’s a bit uncomfortable, since John’s face is damp with flowing tears, but Sherlock couldn’t care less. He’s determined to endure whatever John needs him to. His throat thickens and he has to clench his jaw to keep from crying too. He needs to be strong, just as John has been for Sherlock so many times. It is his turn now. 

“Bath?” he suggests.

“Christ, that would be wonderful,” John sighs.

Relieved, Sherlock steers John to sit in his chair, while he sorts out the bath.

***

Sherlock fills the tub, adds vetiver-scented soap, and finds four jar candles. He places two of them at the far end of the tub and the other two on the sink. The flames flicker a bit when he whirls around to gather soft towels, their pyjamas bottoms, t-shirts, and clean pants. Before he returns to the sitting room, he turns off the light, so that the candles are the only light source in the bathroom.

John is resting his head on the back of his chair, his eyes closed, but he isn’t sleeping. Sherlock strokes his hair and beckons him to come with him. John walks like a zombie, and even lets Sherlock undress him. Sherlock’s heart clenches. John’s clearly out of sorts when he’s this pliant. 

John makes no effort to get into the tub, and Sherlock strips quickly, seats himself and reaches for John to help him in. The deep sigh John releases when he’s enveloped in Sherlock’s arms, makes Sherlock almost euphoric with relief.

“This is just what I needed, Sherlock,” John murmurs after a few minutes of tranquil silence. “You’re lovely.”

Sherlock feels his cheeks flush, and not from the hot water. John’s praise always does that.

He starts humming and isn’t paying much mind to what tune exactly. 

“Bach’s Lullaby,” John murmurs. “Are you going to sing me to sleep, love?”

“I wasn’t aware actually,” Sherlock responds quietly. “Would you want me to sing to you?”

“Always,” John assures him.

He turns his head and kisses Sherlock’s cheek.

“I love you,” Sherlock says softly and bends down to catch John’s lips.

“Me too, sweetheart. So much,” John whispers.

He starts to tremble and hides his face in Sherlock’s neck again.

“Shh, my heart. I’ve got you,” Sherlock soothes.

He rarely uses endearments, John’s name is enough, but this occasion clearly calls for it. John holds on to him for dear life, and Sherlock starts humming again. This relaxes John considerably, and Sherlock asks if John has any song requests.

“You don’t have to,” he mumbles.

“Let me comfort you, John. Please.”

When John stays silent, Sherlock starts to sing. He knows it’s one of John’s favourites. One that’s soothed him on more than one occasion.

When you're weary Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all

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[gingersnaptaff]

(Okay, so I know I said I was gonna do marriage laws and queenship stuff in regards to welsh laws - and I will! - but here is a nice, quick round-up about BARDS

*SHREDS ON A HARP*

Okay, so this is inspired by @gawrkin 's recent posts on bards because the laws surrounding them are SUPER FUN. And Wales LOVES LOVES LOVES their bards. (Myself included.)

Right, so, without further ado, ONWARDS.

*shreds harp aggressively again*

So the 'spurious triads' the author is referring to are presumably to do with IOLO MORGANNWG *ominous thunderclap*.

I shan't go too much into him as suffice to say, we gotta keep this shit SHORT, but he was a massive forger from Glamorgan (that's what Morgannwg means. It's his bardic name. Iolo is Edward.) who made up a bunch of triads and Celtic / medieval manuscripts including some of the Welsh Triads. Also, he is the reason why the Eisteddfod has the Gorsedd of bards.

So a mixed bag, y'know.

ANYWAY. They're very high-rank on account of being the literally Yellow Pages of Celtic and medieval Welsh societies. If you had a question that needed answering you'd ask a bard. They were like Google. They would know a man's lineage (and Welsh lineages are confusing. There were men named Dafydd ap Dafydd ap Dafydd ap Dafydd. No, I'm not joking.) battles, monarchs, myths, songs, stories. Anything.

And they had to SING. And play an instrument. Namely either a harp or a crwth.

This baby is crwth! It's a little like a violin but much darker in tone. They were extinct for a while but they've undergone a revival and they are FUN!

Also, the court bard had to SING to the queen about Camlann 'in a low voice.' I've heard various reasons suggested as to why and one of them is to remind her that Gwenhwyfar's infidelity was the main reason for King Arthur's downfall, but I think it's probably because of The Slap. Idk though. I'm just guessing, buddies.

Still, it's cool that the queen got a special sing-song.

Also, the bard being 'invested with a chess board' suggests to me that the game of Gwyddbwyll that Arthur and Owain play in the Mabinogion signals that they're bards. Gwyddbwyll being the type of chess the bards would've been familiar with. Plus, we know Arthur is somewhat of an amateur bard (Culhwch and Olwen being the prime example where he sings his terrible englyn about Cai to his face. Arthur, ur a fuckin BASTARD.) so it's in keeping with his character.

Also, I think it's adorable that the harp 'always descended to the youngest son.'

If you want a story that deals with bards and their privileged position in Welsh society and also wants ur heart RIPPED OUT may I suggest 'The Assembly of the Severed Head' by Hugh Lupton. It deals with a bard in a monastery after he's almost perished in a raid and the monks writing out the Mabinogion so they can give it to Llywelyn Fawr. It deals with war, love, loss, and also stonking good historical context. Also lots of poetry!!!!

Final fact: bards in Wales weren't wiped out by Edward the First. That's a fuckin myth. Don't come round here with ur fuckin myths. Old Longshanks has done enough already. May he eat shit.

(Also, Taliesin gets all the good rep but what about my boy Aneirin?)

Okay, BYEEEEE!!!!

P.S.: have an Eisteddfod chair!