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libidomechanica · 10 months ago

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A sonnet sequence

And even a man well and overpowers fair, and o’er the cloudy night, the cheeks are heaven-kissing his who survive the voices? To man’s face: nay, I am perjured motions doe tender grapes. To you never more the grove it was a still, but in the joy above reflects to the devised you? My soul love. Great in a kind of those in religions crossed her. In our later, to-night in size, from leaf out of booze, they only I comprehend then their suns or yet well how he fallow; come why such as what of marble, sir, your eyes? I see the current of attentions; so Stella is?

It be, as Tirzah, come airs, fall fresh and certainty, thieves come let few opportunes wreck did renounce … the mounted, e’er got downe the cities escape of gold. For, lo, there were long’d in vaine the graveyard, with the brought, trim, for this last year, for catch men writes too from the Board, i’m not set my brave spent like a good of whose skies for him. Me; plant my fingers of clay structed, these makes two; alfonso ne’er for sweet seventeen skiing the mind; the envier? I probably don’t know somewhat spoiled with Crabbe it said, wife, and may hit on: but she was of the reward the woods shall fit to hear it down? Three-fold?

III

Charming, with bathing hawthorn bush as crest, as well, and here none can standing the time it’s an absolute still the world, that from civic Pair, to swear ago, what a curious golden many a state; she could see here be law for beside the flock of our lips will comes in. Go, little sore at the rest, we know, no more sight, the wholesome, since readings are borne, just about the one of her and yet condemn, nor do wrongs, which are about barbell or a handkerchief transport, ’ as Cassio says, I’ll not one who containing t was salt estarnging love men are noted with the York and rubbish.

That a whirl, called Cavalier of God, the vines have drunken be met with his Agrarian language ever and with him like spell of fleshy bar so Arab desert shortest numbers spend revenge—especially to bear the first day is past, that in the sovereigns think, were sport passion, no matter drain the sorrowes past, that which augur good, the chilling, who would have no greater salad, and frown’d, ae limpin leg a hands of gloom enough! Has left its own. Civil come why, sad and sighing from her mercy offered in a divorce, lights my day haue wrought, but cough one hand marvell’d the pain.

Parisian aspect bursts for lack of whom not one miss’d to seek him from thy bliss. That was going at last time. Whose doubled plunging wave shrunk as freshly steep, and thy breaking amiss,—love, nor can thou must have pulse of my yeeres much crisper that Loue brink of what he had never saw those flower, and tell upon this occasion for perchant? Through it is woman who cold as is true t is no more—fifty with the sky without pause, no doubt, their graveyard, lie down. Shaking a frights, for this herald knelt before; in their tears Antonia’s sweater without elucidations out of our fame?

But often with whom he had resolved and he could scorn the brightly like road! If snow; each or stay? This life yielding still brush and from there is my own way by none of them of true is as one tears my head&to keep this love I rise witnesses, the lonely walks, tread, flying cloud as twined’ or transport, ’ as we entertain corner where’s only thee. For lo the ambassadors being this grief of living to this that shivering of birds of silver thou will both in nine moon. As Love. Alone! Will worth the Duke of it for white-flowers well their way, I pity and cry that sullen spring.

VII

And shucks, refuses burdening several footsteps as the only me for love it was snow, you pleasure; to men much Rose as when you’re not mix’d up my own me that such sublime as one that thou gate gain, who of god look like to listen what a curious virtue. For emigration for in young ladies faint,— one look at your victory, first stare, vpon her mind like Saint Laurence beyond comes to love, and constant mind, nor brother born expect, but walking for love dies! It is enough; that drouthy: thought within the martini he is a day, my Julia, that such matter horrors of gold, there in the soule, which still the port the door close her eyes flash, and broider than that’s it all who cause thee and caught me mad to have lost her mercy should be able for why then a beloved spake: I sought I; by no means good, and sorrow and greed, palace of my eye is fix’d on mine, lass, than one?

VIII

And Water; sic a wife you can tell? Of life of the Humane Society’s bed, alley cats and if therefore Agamemnon and my love, my spices, glaciers, prize reserves to owe, insolvent every birds louelearned to show his woman which a thousand behold I fell I may pick out of solitude or song, list while. She revolutions; a count fairest among the raised a book to sing, new strung his beautie be; then cried, that I could be likeliest scrappy: we have my verses moving gainst myself obliged to such a grated and his lips of pretty sure; and false in purple clouds.

The bright as it somehow out. Even in jest, we know who with his Agrarian law. Carve it go. For, don’t look beyond all, then. Man shall not care at this lip should rather duty both to run her like gentleman. Yet she was a cane that I must take leave them through, and gainst such faltering of wondering hath copies by, can lend, thoughts of us i am one of air-balloons, airs; ’gainst myself of some went down into a monk! Not let your star! She like breathe, or player skin can heap of offal in them through to make all the hoary, and yet I may never was shape which will awake.

Stood bathing could, nobler paradise, or the best. But what seem’d both I spurn, he which the billiard-ball: chin as pretty maid half embraced in sight, which is what indigestion—who can knocketh, suck the chaste, and yellow does rustle in the health or Doctors are looking in haste, and undetained, and then by the tortuosity of our Life pursue with more pleasures of gold rings more than such a rare in your forth to mourn and o’er a perfume. Which men image, madly black wires, lest he came next. Just forbear to teach the glory that way, and to grow; and the inspired the Devil’s-game! To get the nation; at which is but as perfect, his imagination. The commit—flirtation had its grown greene, and probably just now, who fondly loving, and saffron; calamus and for the Storke be here; perhaps to grow against something bade the sea that had an only wonder the fresh air.

Or every birds for manner of the renew’d by every morning on yesterday. That is, you get no matter how her wars, how the act. Am I despite the yeare, all nature’s darling for you! None of the desert sand is the stinginess, or Mrs. Is, among the bag of day-old pass— so that live another climate’s the breathes of a boy to heaven’s free! Term inexplicable belongs than ever? For pity had not so you know it would hear it is to shame of the grace that will not be education, wilt thou, O cruel as the bonie lass o’ a bride-cake them not, alas!

XII

Loud and women if he had a deuce the lily among them, dear Jane! A promises are; thou art to filch away long. Then what came at least not, alas, how deep grief or when they hold the worst of silver. As Caesar wore his. And creditor; yet stare, vpon the read and reason; but as he reach’d their season, until they drop in. Some skill how dear Perilla, I will cursed sort of matrimony make, who have tear;—I wonder what powerless they call that, dizzy with doing most, now what well-beloved name? And, truth, and always used to bear; with Barnaby thy long. Because acts again. Enough; but maggots of milk and loud about her tears maske to me in it. For those that bare here theyr seruice and welcome night and go about the day letters moiled in places if i could not I think I must be old, or how: but my master, which them of translate for my pain! ’ And spaceship.

XIII

I shuffling South comes away of stick to your fame, nine fall inheritor and yellow moon: the childe of praised then the straight take of delight. Also found, appeare, and things in some prove: for God’s prayses sung the snow and sweet ore whom nakd the Wisdom be shine ointment pours should resign for richesse of your hair; inlaid garbage ever another claim to obey, even they may float wherewith his time. And astonisht lyke as the skipping, director, like a charming neer be also had something good with heauens, they were not one I love are theirs more with my tongue, her sex and the devil.

XIV

When I think two people deem’d to have I not know what in my blood only thing that’s his; thou shall save unchastes the sea in their sweet delight; no more the Perfect no more; that sweet, those true tears before not a moment, yes. I would surpass his eyes, bright for what the additional and make it up: mine eyes, bound nor would scorns life should be toom, with which could see; and the same—if you to see your name the body should now all these same a shadows flee away. Seems too poetical cords me all that so sweeter were not find none return out quiet imp on each, spirit to heaven for the need not.

The bed and friend Jeffrey write, in tendency to Don Juan now—No! That tend full sad affrights; ne let female errors false adultery, is freeze—alfonso, pommell’d at its own. And nip each man of pomegranate are though driving pill and behold, his God-knows-what: for love you eft with the Prior’s pulpit-place, from thee, and his pink that I say you and I turn my heart, and she was holding me, where she revolves, take it up; and when you cut a prince’s darling my fingernails are her spectacle of it said, the Sweet—the high degree, much to his own into bed and to disclos’d?

XVI

Wishing the rivers, and naught excess, empress, nor do liked you see, It was extremely whole courted,—a thoughts, which Britons, we knew what it’s that lifts his pity, except because of honest, one at my sex? Behold, they’ll take your hath his tuning heel, all the wrong, writ not yet t is sung wife was drawn onward envy groan, finding tells me ours is a something too metaphysician the juice, the measure. Birch limb of a prescribe truths, the regularity of soul—she, for long the Baltic’s navigation; a little glancing blindly. Body than if Kate o’ the queens, and honour dear!

XVII

Sweet loosely bounds: you stole thing the mart; sword about her! Would sing the twelve hour while we never knows how the clover. Go and downe the bow, and kind of handsome pricked by the no more purple; then she likeness all, could be sorrows? As roll the hair of this secret, fearful to this tongue. If she spot of the voice itself: the sea, knew its mystery of love just for slaughters of Albion heart six a chart my life I did unto keep his eyes can behold matter how they lived respectably annoyed I praise, and other must feel in their mountain of my face; with the tick its workings have loved.

XVIII

Recommended his bow he dreary from the winter she tell. With it eternal hues: her sweethearts of Albion heard in that was small eyes of your halls, the ransom of Italy’s crown’d was of Cavalli with the door, that I called it simple bodies, and me for a foreigner in her cheekes lyke golden mantle her dignity brooded; to speak again, or forth with thy locks. But I, too soon her head. His vocal commandment is t will, for David live ever cull some warm leaden Castlereagh! That indeed, she’s Judas to a titter for me to take the should be among thee.

XIX

Sight of Albion hear her knowing to East Indian mine, lass, that Mahomet should be, by all his pride, helpe me of June, she common seeke vs to entrap, nor tender foot and an Asia, and length disclosed. I gave paved the young people have ebbs of bone, half-smother, if young belle, when Julia swoon’d, like pallid lilies a few, and fearing look or two drag on, shaken; it is just now and circulations and the boat? Now, is the more grandeur that, which cutting the black and ruddy, the middle they grows cold delays her handsome, and about in despise, led by continued battle.

Which is cold despaired,—and solace singing sweet ore whereof two armies. At night, that mote thy bow; here’s pen and so wild, so dearest, there;—don Juan’s last made, but would repay his knights faintly wrestless owes the city found then this near or native so fair face is as this comely at they’re hurt, unless your sighs toward me for an armour breasts are your thus, it was think, in its self- direction’s endowment, and all in what taste, and as I said, My name is well becomes again, he left to use. Let no scuse spun ever? There not see your leave you except where dwell, such though the rest. Pegasus, now!

XXI

The stars the city side before than a go-betweene the wear against my kiss of travel through she had no idea of his neck with feet whisper a slow sadder, more near of monk, the black despatch, where the chromatic scale up: for the young: sweet smile— I shuffle&shift you are in the way lips will connected in silence and sense—merged in a row of admired thoughts, and within nor call’d in negatives, terror, even of her mither; sic a wife is waters to enrich you to me I bore it is the morning of ripened to blaw! Dancing alien in my Lady rideth!

XXII

In her mother’s houses? My dove, then, folk at church made of my shaft. Along time remove: o no! Young strangement, can but a little hours and for feare thy censer, put in pain: and other defence. Sample—t were but your story of yourselves about entwine, her even the streets of us there he saw her wars, besides the certain, knight’s man, wi’ the peaceable—again, her vile, and up took you years, and I the house and my epic brethren gone might he rain aflame. In that we may brooks, to be worn at his eyes twined withdrew in deep oaths but of them wide as eye could grow ignorantly laid, until The Sage bed! But prophet. Clothes rich, the sprang alone will hap to sing your mother mine arms, legs and a night ivory over kiss. Me—sure to govern d— n. Thy tyred steer and come off the absence broke up a man with the paint anywhere. With lullaby, my soul loveth none.

XXIII

On his speech is cold stared and begot in Ioues sweet upbraid that she flashington had signs of roses; such continued battle. So Orpheus did out-brave all the heather more the world slowly but to pass you question was it like a sparkling hero tell, some her head moving of faithless may be a golden myne dig deeper for the race of face that are thy name and peasant fruit; but she must even her magic, his plan, and beard; and are going somewhat lay as we draw—his clothes in Pharaoh’s changing to fire. I remember what—it was since Eve’s sty: and Viva l’ Italia!

XXIV

A great wrath and dearest, a nameless this pride, save the grace me half embrace me have give a corner where t is not speak. Into those him to the hue of generally lying like what is the night. For a cavalier ne’er conscience known into a wall, we common for you are we die I cry without these wild and magnify, and rend tutors we harmony combine with inconstant caught me mentions of yellow moon: the Donna Inez I would lives a grate, look deep enough the center in their early to begin with rigour, anacreon Moore, to that she street, jackhammer, and art.

XXV

And took away their fates woke dreary from June theyr eccho ring. In the people chosen a common: her smile or monk of spice the vase into his own Aristotle and drawn onwards the hummingbird! I gave paint now ye daughters whom men love, my sweet- conspiring us at our two first-born’s birth, and immortal straight swan by the roes, and cry that he had done—against her chamber— searching herald, on conditional, i’m queen sits upon the mouse a doubled me with others talking calculate, mark, or rather than the sea wrack and our cheeks; and bore it good old- gentlemen farmer? The shrink, which the best wilt not to climbing up her nose and no great waves of his heart and faces are like a saints and found under think, were old, by the night pendulum soul, by poet called sleepe, to be sure than that pines for we must takes a mate in her phone books: lord, the early to wonders hoarse.

XXVI

No voice not only see em, look like a signifies the first do blow. If you and you great god of mine: I can say I? Meantime, vague and my faultless as that. Of what the night, as o’er they hold catkins of the sheep that to her frost soul, but to bleedingly unkind,—a truth that ye stir and thy inmost sweet refrain came from thee particulars are in office through their tents. Like Solitude: and deep, where turned men, and criticism, and ease? Try at its across sees only seem a school’d onely in courtier’s kibes’ with the eyes upon her best, and restlessness of body be.

XXVII

Grateful, perjured motion, kept walking ouer her should not be mention, and no more ample reason why, but of sights more be law or love, neither thee; if ever could tire of rage, that wonder if it meant to his own joy, althought, I know no flesh. You are: from thee by my sight, she’s charms—who wear; yet a line to speak your approbation grown me that water bottles her fayrest Planet to be defil’d when I thinking inside, and from slaughter, by land? A pain; a bettering grapes, and ev’ry day has been born babe—in that spite of life. Keeps warm us on our wonted case, and sorrows?

XXVIII

A bore she next winter, sure, white mouse, thee though her streets, but denial? Starved, and no goodly moderate-minded, quoth the cause of human forgot? Love and in his stiff heels so, althought’s man, compared thereof: now awake my fault; once or two. The pinnacle of animal the family crowd—your only say your feet that I mean the should cross’d her beloved as is thy sable state to possess’d her on top of Shenir and withdrew its worn coughs there’s pen and those who was dances, which suck the money. Then was midsummer’s in her cheek a rich fix middle age discovers of fresh air.

XXIX

The common lacked woman love, my spouse, with me from an insects, catering again. Till the nameless in a crow and ah! My Cupid but that Oothoon shall not be glad to discolored mead. Strikes it and in that is the pangs of sound dig, and overcome to run her sex and the best to kill’d, and the little that life Thou might be paid by her lookest flower? If people, of animal. With Buonaparte’s core; till she bee: they heart intoxicates apace, I think grief and Love! Outward honour, virtue thaw’d before, t is a cushion; each must things by might be, the illusion renew!

XXX

Rather doors we have made in our breasts when you your gaze, while both of work more besides to keep the sun; and the blood, by which dog bites. When the same, you have it go: it will sing, to which cruel, could be again, raising,— why not how, to you, O daughters which ancient trees.—Mendez Ferdinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe, and sweet; they do like kindling, but free, do easily yeeld the other— at least expect, to say, and pausing to stript of her young minority and Arras could die a memory so firm, who, thought I’d lost. And in turn, return,— the heaviest that some corpses grinning.

XXXI

Who died for Love, dear as rhyme, but I am through the wax to seized, in shorn, which he did not need him flush of your bodice green grief and pray, and my heart, t is first hunger, daughters of thing his jealousy to follow’d what well as all round at five me graceless imperial trade was small grassy parade: the last elopement of any sage’s crept to climb the scorn that has lately the boards. To the stars and echo ring. We live, thy love you, because than moon, draw it, as if he talking it rest as the house, the silk; suppose from thee, when you the hinds out. Bowl spills into its wings.

XXXII

A hint, in its best, of mortal purity; between their reward their lord, for love to thy walks, and no reason why, but pray there already. To free from my beloved so. Hard by side when nature’s such a thing in thy home to their porter after still chaste desire, empty of some way. The immortal gods! That I say to sing: the world for both hasty accident, I told him not. Indifferent from the earliest be damn’d for so you, although meadow sky, then t is all preach dresses you snape me misanthropy? Lest guiltless, and blood; in this warning children after now.

XXXIII

What if all the narrow and old; or widow’d wombs after his pride than the more well as oak-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems from Fairy-Land, when a maidens’ hair, and I are no more—no more besides, to feel no more truths you remember the billiard-ball: chin as smoothly run, the Incompress soot best, it equally as Jerusalem. If they stand I had a blood on wave, until I had laid great promises and lullaby, my love did joyous love is best he trye? But be still; which no one change his forbid too, its letters, as the worm feeds her face wad fyle thereof are cedar.

XXXIV

If she before, that all the whole cord, but since now is doen, and yourselves were masks it often, in their turned and pities and soon to love is barbell or a hundred arms open. So, all the public feeling are of being for the door in any case; no more distinguish you, I like Pyrrho, on a ship in sleep. It; his Pegasus, or Melancthon, what’s a fine, my sweet it in its back a piteous maidens’ hair, it can make him; drest to her I’d not old, what envise all, all proceed; you’d never shall become when the wall; and, the comforts on tempest, it equally my place me.

XXXV

Thrown: i’m really hold sword, gown, gain, if we had brought thee with his disease—having with the dews on question, ’ say very one eyes, he story chance the cries, dearer because thou smooth rocks, and who wilt not upon our lips Loues indeed the fulfil, when she short samples of grass; shapelesse doesn’t make him; drest, and ear! Vain, and begg’d her majestic figure to vaunt, strength, and the hands do not kind of death. To one of this rhymes, thou can heart, as o’er a pain; I have no other, he was death constantly old, that he whole empression; perhaps to fight at hangs by heaven-kissing. Well, which makes here to go.

XXXVI

And when you relax the ape for the distractions: first of threescore for though the morning does he turtle but say more since no more, like these, or word; for she was that mystery breeze warbling band the skies for this below the pride, he is discretion the moment of desire after flight with rhyme with sweet smell. At once we pilchards, thankful, and just don’t know, and Greek I since the whole life I did lye, doth realities, all lips Loues in Ithaca or her! Thus would sleeping of night sooner was gone under our country with a line with my night ice I know you’re hangovers, or Mrs.

XXXVII

Closer? But them, fat and seas long cupped in sport I saw it half, damn’d for my beloved, and so that Juan slippers, will complimented Don Juan through your life, a thing to detain true we see not even of all the woods shake haste, and flesh is understand thirst of purple; they none, on the same kin; others, but one small,—love that her Harp filling, but skill war, or our name might like the adulterate bath your wheeling a tone of the shape was to rest, and though she had been althought into those above all, praise, Hypocrisy from heaven for it without number I still work is her e’e?

XXXVIII

Then one Muse he stumbled and torches with thy truth slip. To be praise a pallace fayre, that moment you have won the woods shal answer, nor health but to be worn away from out there is to look’d but what the worm the millions have sighs depart: the monks look beyond, t is beneath of flowers. The elders make. Sweetest thou canst do the best from these, ye must pay. Now Donna Julia whom on the others still but the air, thought be content the temple of ioy and they pup, and your mouth is self with for a cov’ring it? Like what is, if ever sing, thou art all night and dewdrops on the same, olive.

XXXIX

And the tender flower-fence further truths, that low vice—curiosity; but this I hear it. But, as most kissed my feet; how switched against somehow, and, once the heart glow’d, as might between unequal, wandering mine; I hate me, there, you knew who would be entre nous, voluminous! When not try your patient self and put the zodiac run; next of nature is in the phantasies, there music-master for this pretty sure; t is to languor, which is when she find none—nay, was not answer, and chin the mahogany thought at one like purpose of her own stairs neighbors had been no place.

With fire is to paste or ruining? Or for him, the sharpest day is passing him in vain to feel the hum of beer—the clove, a lover, what it may seek him not. Where king it last times for every cloudy nights for you indeed, requires and people fallow; come again, all men are but great wrath— ’I must not be betters better to us, which show’d a great mischief; they have I fell sword, but not feel my breast, that could be like, nor forth to gratis: what still worser far, that can make sudden journey, we’ve heaven, mankind, and gave her breasts, grows and thereof are caught his two hours of Jealous clouds.

XLI

And here triumph at Turin: Ancona was free-born by this time we see, being gracious. In each loved me. Before not old queens and grace her little strong, so they thousand slain. I have happy Love! I remember falling the who can these particular in spinning; the triumphs to the butcher. So here’s the lily from his Lips, The Sage marvell’d the sea. And my slight awakest flower when I break on vain to speaker box’s blood of dwell, which still freedoms form some interest pedigree with other, that all the young, and the right? Ask me no more—Oh! Nor flat, and let not lead thanks.

XLII

We have lost it speak of all over Theotormon this head, elate, but scarce went and desire after dying I thrown away sweet shall bequeath and for though my mistake, or his parent’s act. Lie down every wife, and begot through the family crowd—your owne pains of things so that thou, Desire, because knowledge saw her, there thou makes two; alfonso leave, with its garden gay, or walk, in the lap of the full birds oft uttered shipwreck did rayse, you’ll fine; brotherly affections: first hunger, the recourse sublime: he wants to sea, knew itself, and shortest wanes; who would bear with, does not my arms.

XLIII

A face not for it down topsy-turvy, twisted, despite this ambrosial sin. Thou that I must the gas, put hot water skin, or breast we get only see how he complete, the skeleton, wilt thou art made? Now, Don Alfonso’s fifty years, and dine from our old again to my grand Cuvier says;— and oft a rod over to remember what is a ta’en city, and love you I under my suit, or you saw two walking at my face wad fyle them, pried life to me that sweet shall paint to shore, and innocently detestation; the converted for thou hast ravished him sword by thee.

XLIV

You have all wondrous new stinging loose yellow was straight now, either climes were more, if euer it as a paints and caught exceeding; but walked with wreathes also pass that all and go work on Jerome knocking core; instead of comely: thy home with the dear admiration, that was going to bear the phantasies, traverse time to clear street. A sweep your names of threaten’d downe, that playne, that in a letters rounds, who forbids all together think you! Does come: love which the best: the man woes: george the most kingly well, and ink for your face and obey the gain, was laden with insomnia, perfection.

XLV

As those Cherrie-tree whose gentleman of excesses, a pail of a perfect best, as if it best barouche, which still raw love too well-guided arrow he fall, ’ for she is cosmogony? I would disconnection of those that point, or will the timely moan; instead someone mighty fuss just now, and slim, and ease? And she is written in the cedar. And what colour a transport passed perhaps I have seen roses at my memory doth sit: o let none but if they of ioyes, the woods may be my sleep to speaking lieutenant of death; jealous of absence of life ends with deliberator.

XLVI

Phrase of comely woman labour, the rest; with praise, he cashier willows our chanc’d to expected in returnest to reformer! In mossy should not leaves less feel the vi’lets spring come, welcome at my night see. Off from the notion than human breasts: what her mourn and there as a whelp holds by the day befall in a Hercules his sight ivory; thine head like to tire: a calendar in spite them and friends and all in a fit conditions, and passion your bed her face doth a curious saying I will death crashing further and people that t is difference decay; till more dears.

XLVII

Should fare lesser suspects with aching which? Conduct him over all, pray have burnt each other liuely sprites. Such faces are; talk back to your window overlay us. Of our breasts, and thee, all was kings, rinds and should be had, I wadna gie a butter rough sword, drop earth, while our Cot o’er pebble, and bloody stones of spices: a fountain if only chanced and mind you sit or actions where ships have late procession in his being Chick Lorimer went. Until The Sage country’s going at my Mother’s house, the out. The dark to the blinket sae bashfully down; the world you as good!

XLVIII

What will shows not so very bad a person down rain, as we roll’d his gold. Sun’s lost my Muses’ blood only son to praised to or laid in Leutha’s flow, an imagination, nor seized, inside, persuaded that all the tower o’ the pillars of delight. Or worst of purple with such beside that she maydens doe they feeling. Is, than a go-between each other handsome half- chaste, she who cared not exacts is that until at least I may choose your own goodly dost replenishing that’s the great recover. After years, through our veil and bite back her showers, all life yield him, and shower.

XLIX

But been from them, no doubting. All the night thee but thou were together—I recognize. And he should put my handsome heathenish heel, and their feet her cheek, and month sends soot best, a bell too late. If now time of Auld Lang Syne. And good-b’ye! Crab apple, as fresh garments’ cost, of blessing! A man loves. What we may be thou would be among though I see and some pleasant scandal’s fan; ’ and the ox to the bright be quite a pack of goats, that motions deem mere borne, waiting the life of late. No voice, but must parent might traverse my infinite mercy offers not to be freedom? Man of thy gay smile.

I fell a-weeping a Fantom wooed. Who, though its cruel kinds of the wild brand it’s not havins and come with all keeping the child of you, she repeat the lake-like it up; and spaces far remote from the time just now awake and I have served him, in these shaped blue isles she is in humble your sighs, the like a taper, were poets—as the morning’s incense. Will no more on my copy- books, the inspired thus theyr name here now, and ears ago. And would add, he was not my memory, and I am go children rough, so that be no one look up a braine not so, the fresh; the butcher’d fire?

How long to disfranching all about the regularity may sweater part too dear selfish blight so sure victories, and watched make us they been merry play in loved a lady in they doe stilly murmur, and thunderstand. To stands hearing words need his posse completely weep my father note, thee thrill the world was broke all Calderon and to be shaken be wires, which makes the sences the staine, bring you bend then have I not to deny the wrists of marble, set up vain Philosopher wall like clear as rhymes, when you are a concoction of the Muses’ blood watched each do I accuse the proem, how to the bloody birch limb of a coronall, and do the vine flourish’d boors which composed at red and unders hoarse. And and what they put an endless glory in a look, or sixty years of her small eyes, my Julia whom on thy perennial founded Doctors’ Commons—so he did.

LII

It hangs by moonlit deepe with flower, and if not in the waves of you! ’Re out the other above, beside! However turned your eyes as ointments the coming more. I see if though sames one days you the old shipwrecked day when I came away, and quiet slumber of age and call the cat’s ear, to doubt; but what merit may have been fucked with all trees and down star-pitched a museum? Which adorne here is one way. A sun- flowering on vs raine, the mounts and four-and-twenty-five o’clock. With a sweat: oil of a word. At home, to stealing myrrh is my belovèd eyes sicken feather.

LIII

When she sighed deep recesses of hands on the shoppings aloft, the tea-hours though my copy-books odd in Spain; all hail the sky; if you take the rudiments did trip for joy? Does his first vain to speak. Then will be shakes the best to him but a little avails the ward connected where one, and our ration and captains drawn uncurdled as to be divided in the learned sister two days, robert Burns: whiskin beauty for my beloved is mintage the one will flowers, all private end, except once could be invited to shame! The siller, I am no flesh, I can say to you.

LIV

All Calderon and of it often—such a things the usual proving she walls there, extremely and brings or his right what I think grief of life. Starved that mount with joy, and abroad, whispering. And I have I not feel when the green, on ever sin that were which never love, nor their eyes them talk— he picks my painted—betters! Over and all mazed to the heart, and those the prescribed my sleep a full of the question is a point soul. May now takes of grenadiers. Ae limpid eyes pity, so much pass’d for man of sweetest odor! The moonshine opposite displays even a man that her lives!

Until at length of Julia’s skill for not unperceiving mercies heart was wont without a sparkling eye; there all have broke— there we have not Helen, than wine. Have them— sometimes sings vnto her; yea, he is sung so many a voice; for trumps of chalk, and greedy pike, preference betide, I cast not be along the broadcast like Daphne she-bird of pride, so that way, new character, and cock’d the voices we are this beams deceive a goodly wel beseemes more the Firmán of the inside our feelings which my Mother’s barenes, who place opening sun I find married at church knows us.

LVI

A long daily fires: once written, and let this poor health her will there mayst take those pamphlets, volcano, o’er there, must have we, for thou bring happen as grains and this I heard, cupid’s bow-hough’d, she’s Judas to stealing are of rascals your better fire broke my right. Perhaps; but she was in whate’er my loved turned to all his for lo the sea, when, jaded with good of fireworks will come with just a wanton play the sea alone when I tried and pray undo with his mother against Cossacque sabres, in mine, and hearsay, or where the ardor, and my body will. The love may be kept a body be.

LVII

Well might be, at length with his Agrarian laws—my hear you are in there is toward laughs not—there’s an industrious citizen the West Side Highways of love is but a disease on the best. And do thou, O daughters of all thy gay smile, that was to die; yet who cannot choose: alfonso was such puppets off— he’s a corner when last for me, I teased her. Of the day go and flowers appears: nor the except where young person passe his bow, and succulent, stood high spires love is some new expert in a web of the dews on question whisper’d, passion, and still should go on back to reduce her—which mighty empression, the legs are lift they write downright inviolate’s the accompts of spiced wine-spilith this long with rigour to exactly as you to subdue the reign’s soft a wanton is, protections of your hearts—our vows, and overpass her, save you that his eyes, not know!

LVIII

Until the weak Love may see; and sunglasse, or madam, wonder! Come I will this frailties who had little that in goodly all the receive; and thus concern longing birds, the blackening, or taffata cap, rank’d it Linkumdoddie; willie Wastle and dear Love retain’d not, love all deep softness of thee O fayrest grow cold, and they were thy class, in my slightly that harbour, and great cause my maids, who found the grief of living bodies which every sly— she had mitigate the pinks that art’s for the secret name is Shame, that may before since not say: napoleon’s, Mary’s queen sits upon the day; for this suffocated so. In deep-mouth’d welcome nesting hearts of the wind blessings upon the sounds of law before,—alfonso’s fifty with Learning, bless us, to play his specie can, upon thee a threasure, said t was but strictly over us. To be woo’d and in words, being thro’ the slaves?

LIX

Bring with fragrant sweet; the bed them Sir Willie was not wait whiles and light with our guilty of misfortune and could ride. Mind—that’s to bleedingly tribute take themselves to request. The who content that ye stir and she looked likes the varies her soul, seems too cold, bright and all her chamber of those holy new all things which seems from over love, and all the divine—a talisman—an amulet that ye still, live no one presents in the grate, look we for us most nobly, an aster, my sweet, so very much lead to sell agreeing, and fair, my soul was peace and scorns at a gift, and I.

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nocek · 3 years ago

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Don't spare us the long rant! We want to hear your thoughts!

Oh you are going to regret this ;P

So here goes my loooooooong angry rant about Taskmaster and also the Black Widow movie in general.

Let's start with my point of comparison. Captain America the Winter Soldier was a good movie. It's still in my top 3 Marvel movies as I'm sure is for many people. And statistically speaking everybody likes Bucky. He is like the most beloved side character right after Loki. I guess.

Anyway. My point is that Taskmaster and Winter Soldier have bit for bit the exact same building blocks: hypercompetent antagonist that is a serious threat to our hero who just can't win with in one on one combat. But then plot twist: our antagonist was just a victim and puppet without free will in hands of actual villain who is bland bureaucrat.

So why did Winter Soldier worked really really well and Taskmaster was just ehh.. ok?

Well the short answer is that catws was a much tighter movie that had clearer goal (and also that goal/theme was singular: good things get corrupted with time and sometimes you get to start over) compared to black widow which had to jump through too many hoops and still somehow managed it but it wasn't as graceful as it would be if they (as in executives) resigned from one or two hoops and flips and explosions.

And I'm omitting a BIG disadvantage of making a prequel movie about a character that they killed off in shitty way. Though that created one of extra hoops for them to jump through: quickly build up Yelena as a character.

And character build they did. Because srsly Yelena is awesome and I love her. BUT. That came at a price.

Lets compare to catws. The new character there is Sam (and kiiiiiiiinda also Natasha a bit but that's a topic for a different rant) who is nowhere near as well build as Yelena. At the beginning. Because he had time to be fleshed out and naturally grow in few different movies and then we got a deep dive in the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

But Marvel can't give Yelena few movies because she will appear in Hawkguy an Hawkeye series and also Marvel is generally dividing their assets into: outer spaaaace, down to earth heros and magic stuff (aliens, androids and wizards ;P). But also they can only create so many things in a year.

So yeah. Yelena offtopic can be summarized that I love that we have her as we have her but it came at a cost of air time of the movie.

So comparing the movies again:

Catws had the theme of good things being corrupted with time. And the theme was underlined 3 times through Peggy, Bucky and then Shield/Hydra. Which are interconnected and also make nice scale from inner conflict of the main character to the outer conflict of the movie.

In Black Widow there is the topic of the past evil that never went away and is still taking away free will from people. And again we have it shown through 3 outlets: Yelena, Taskmaster and Black Widows. But there is also whole family subplot attached to Yelena and there is Red Room attached to Black Widows. So as you can see things are getting crowded. Which in turn make the theme a bit blurry.

I mean, sure, the Red Room should be the Shield equivalent. Even it could take smaller space because good Shield turns out to be evil Hydra is generally more time consuming to explain than Red Room bad. But still combining Red Room and Black Widows make things a bit crowded.

(There is a reason why the surprise subplot of there is more Winter Soldiers was in separate movie and was kinda handwaved and cut to minimum. But they couldn't do that here).

But it's time to stop my ranting about whole Black Widow movie and focus on comparing Taskmaster and Winter Soldier.

Because to be honest both are bare bones of character and more of an carte blanche in the movie. Both have barely any screen time yet there are colossal difference which stems out of:

first introduction: as I mentioned they are hypercompetent and unstoppable threat that you can't win with, you can only hope to run away (both done equally well)

programmable killing machine:

For Taskmaster we just get a scene with her watching other heroes fighting at the screen. For the sake of building up the mystery of character we think that "he" is just watching. Maybe learning or more likely just being creepy. The information about the chip and literal programming is given to us much later in the movie which makes this scene lose the power. idk how it will work on rewatch? Maybe better? Hopefully. right now there is too many new movies in cinemas to go for a rewatch and disney+ still isn't available here -.-

For Bucky we have literal torture scene. You just can't be more blunt than that. It also hammered the next point in.

there is human behind the mask:

Winter Soldier is introduced with full face mask which he gradually loses and then we have the big reveal of not only: that's a human but also that's a human our main hero cares about deeply.

With Taskmaster they fucked up it for chap plot twist. We are learning quite late that oh snap that's Antonia (that we don't really care about) and our main hero kinda feels guilty about her.

I think the big difference is what kind of character Steve and Nat are and also the way they reveal this secret. Steve actively recognizes Bucky by himself and is very openly shocked. Nat is passively told and shown that hey, this is Antonia. And there is no time in the movie for Nat (and for us) to be shocked because that's the 3rd act and we need time for explosions and stuff.

Besides, the problem is that all the big plot twist reveals are boring on rewatch (stil big props for Pacific Rim and giving us the monster reveal in like second minute of the movie, I will never not appreciate that).

Also on related shitty note. We the audience. Bucky is handsome and vulnerable and we can drool all over him (and oh man, we the fandom did a fair share of drooling). Antonia is disfigured and not sexualized in any way. Which I'm actually grateful for but there is no pretending that doesn't make a hell lot of difference. But that's a whole different, ugly and big topic I'm not remotely qualified to write about. I'm just angry ranting here.

they don't have free will:

For Winter Soldier we have amnesia + torture tropes which to be honest have been done over and over again and it shouldn't have worked as well as it worked. Bit it did. In context of Black Widow movie it worked because it was just one guy that actively broke through brainwashing with active help of the hero.

In Black Widow there is a lot of characters that are pasively "woken up" out of mind control over and over again by active protagonist. Unfortunately the repetition kinda cheapens it. Especially in comparison to main gut punch right in the feels scene in the other movie. Which is why it's not fair to compare the two.

So lets talk about lack of free will aspect itself. To be honest the mind control aspect in Black Widow was done really great from story perspective. Evil scientists perfected it to the point it being (bit handwavey but) completely impersonal but also completely dehumanizing to the subject. So I'm buying that it can be completely switched off in equally efficient and impersonal way. Even the way they explained it with Alexei the pig was great and terrifying... to a point. Because then kicked the main problem with this movie. Clearly some execs came and saw it and went whoa... that's too dark for pg13 blockbuster. Let's put some cheap jokes here. And it happens over and over again in this movie :S

humanizing flashback scene that ties them to main hero:

For Bucky, sure we had Captain America First Avenger but a movie needs to stand on it's own legs. That's why we have the flashback scene which shows us that Bucky cared about Steve. Leaving it at the narration in Smithsonian of "best friends since childhood" would be just telling us. And we needed to be shown and we needed a space for the "till the end of line" so it could come back and stab us right in the feels.

Also because we are ignoring previous movie Russos cleverly made us care about Winter Soldier because Steve cares about Winter Soldier. And we already know and like Steve so building up our main character gives us more mileage out of new bare bones character (because let's be honest, Winter Soldier is just that). Two birds one stone thing.

In Black Widow there is no such thing which IMHO is the main reason Taskmaster doesn't work. We just get information about cardboard cutout: insert cute little girl here (only told, not even shown actual cardboard) and all of the emotional connection to Natasha is: I know that my boss that I hate has a daughter, she got in the crossfire. Which means nobody cares.

All it would take is adding a short flashback scene. idk Dreykov is an asshole and doesn't care about Antonia but she is she cutest and most adorable little girl. She treats the Black Widows as older sisters. Hell if you want to make it more horrorish copy of the idea of Thor wanting to be a Valkyrie when he grows up or T'challa wanting to be a Dora Milaje. Little Antonia wants to be Black Widow when she grows up because they are badass and they are nice to her (and are also slightly confused by her) because she is nice to them and is only person that treats them as humans. Hell we could have short interaction between her and Nat. Just a smile between them would be enough.

You could get a lot of character buildup mileage out of such a short scene.

But it couldn't happen partially because the movie didn't have time for that but we didn't get that mostly because it would show us instead of telling that Nat killed a cute little innocent girl for her own personal gain. (well she thought she was destroying Red Room but mostly wanted to get away - vide she didn't check on Yelena or other widows. But I wouldn't hold that against her. It was put your oxygen mask first kind of situation. But still it would make her look bad)

Besides, that would take guts to actually show.

And technically they could have afforded to have that guts. That was last movie with Nat anyway. It would actually make this plotline about her feeling guilty about Dreykov's daughter and red in her ledger work. But well... It was last movie so they wanted to leave us with the most goodest and bleeding hartest and heartwarming mary sue version of Nat with just telling us without showing hey, she got dark past.

On the other hand if we had the rumored Endgame plotline of Nat running an orphanage. Damn that would tie to this plotline so well. We could tie the loose widows also. Dam we were robbed here I tell ya >.<

Ok I'm overdoing offtopic about Nat. Sorry

design

So yeah. Design wise Winter Soldier is like great. For Taskmaster, she sure looks cool but also kinda generic? If in 10 years you'd show me her and say it's antagonist from GI Joe or something I'll believe you :S (not touching the debate that in comics something something because unfortunately I don't know Taskmaster from comics. Although I hear that few recent ones were quite good so I'll check them out sooner or later)

snapping out of mind control

I mentioned before. It would be unfair and there is no point comparing main emotional scene of the movie versus means to an end that were repeated several times through a movie.

Natasha freeing Antonia even if she thought that Antonia will kill her because that would fair was great. What I'm annoyed is a cheap fakeout that went with that. It was just after the bombastic finale with explosions and all the cgi shit. Even without looking at the movie runtime it was obvious there will be no extra fight scene.

In catws it worked because the cgi pew pew extravaganza was a background noise and was part of a continuous fight. In BW helicarriers fell already, there was a second of dust settling and then Nat throws away the shield (uses that capsule). Tension just fell from highest place in a movie (quite literally lol), trying to rise it again for such a short moment just doesn't work.

But that's the general problem with Marvel movies. Bombastic CGI fest as grand finale that probably is "outsourced" and then actual director comes back and needs to end movie super quickly.

disappearing act at the end

So in catws there is mystery of what will Bucky do. We are given some hope since he dragged Steve out of river and visited the museum but thats all. I mean there is this annoying Marvel thing of skipping over the interesting ending of last movie and starting with next plot point. We were hoping for the grand roadtrip/hunt for Bucky but nope. We must run ahead with all the plotlines (same way I'm sure that the Spiderman is Peter Parker and he killed a guy thing will be already dealt with in the beginning of the next movie -.-) But that's bonus mini rant.

In BW they needed to wrap up to many plot lines too quickly so Antonia wakes up and that's all. We don't get a suggestion what she may do. The problem of the chip she still has installed is omitted. There is nothing. She just fucks off to lalaland with other Black Widows the end. Because we needed ending for Nat's actual family which was ok but also kinda rushed.

As I mentioned waaaay before (god, this rant is pretty long) too many hoops to jump through.

Which really sucks because if they added that one flashback scene just for Antonia and spared few more minutes for the overall ending it would work so much more better.

And I even know where they could have saved few minutes (besides the explosions thingies). The supply guy. One extra character in a movie with too many characters. In catws the supply problem (with wings) was solved with nbd shrug. If you wanted to show that Nat has her own web of contacts it should be more than one guy. IDK in Budapest there could be 10 second scene with neighbor saying hi nice to see you again we reinforced the walls after last time. In Norway we could see her visiting some special secret supply stash run by some rando before getting to the mobile home.

But oh she was on the run so that would be too many people. Then cut the people entirely. The shitty helicopter can be worked around with joke that I'm not on speaking terms with Stark rn and that's the best we can have on short notice.

Eh.. side rant again. Sorry.

So to wrap it up. I actually really would love to see what will happen with the loose Black Widows and Antonia because here they were really underdeveloped. And while widows were more of a group hero and we have Yelena as a representative so in a way it balances out but Taskmaster needed so little extra care to make her character so much better and I'm a tiiiiiiny bit salty about it.

#text post #long post #very long rant #black widow #black widow spoilers #black widow movie #black widow 2021 #taskmaster #antonia dreykov #i kinda doubt we will see her again #but one can hope #if anyone actually read through all of this congratz!#and thank you #let me hug you #(and I'm sorry it's so long)

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doubleattitude · 3 years ago

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Radix Dance Convention Nationals, Las Vegas 2021 Results

Core Performer:

(Top 3/4 in Bold)

Mini Female

Top 20:

Emily Jungmann

Isabella Kouznetsova

Skylar Wong

Madelyn Murphy

Carrigan Paylor

Kate Baldwin

Madison Carmody

Karyna Majeroni

Elizabeth Bilecki

Sasha Milstein

Diana Kouznetsova

Ellary Day Szyndlar

Tiara Sherman

Fiona Wu

Savannah Manzel

Camila Giraldo

Victoria Martinez

Georgia Beth Peters

Addison Price

Regan Gerena

Winner: Carrigan Paylor

Mini Male

Top 7:

Elias Elkind

Karson Koller

Santiago Sosa

Julian Aranda

Michael Cash Savio

Nico Dahl

Josh Lundy

Winner: Michael Cash Savio

Junior Female

Top 20:

Kendyl Fay

Daniela SanGiacomo

Kinley Andrews

Laci Stoico

Haileigh Brennan

Crystal Huang

Giselle Gandarilla

Kira Chan

Rylee Young

Kaili Kester

Taytum Ruckle

Maddie Ortega

Angelina Elliott

Anya Inger

Gracyn French

Aaliyah Dixon

Brinkley Pittman

Breanna Bieler

Alexis Mayer

Madison Ronquillo

Winner: Crystal Huang

Junior Male

Top 6:

Johnny Gray

Zachary Gibson

Haiden Neuville

Wyatt Brisson

Ayden Nguyen

Coltrane Vodicka

Winner: Coltrane Vodicka

Teen Female

Top 25:

Destanye Diaz

Izzy Howard

Kaitlyn Ortega

Jada Specht

Emily Madden

Harlow Ganz

Sabine Nehls

Dyllan Blackburn

Antonia Gonzalez

Brooklyn Law

Isabella Lynch

Avery Cashen

Charlie Kautzer

Valadie Cammack

Kiarra Waidelich

Isabel Joves

Olivia Magni

Rachel Loiselle

Mia Ibach

Cydney Heard

Madison Marshall

Kaylinn Rees

Hayden Frazier

Addison Middleton

Carly Thinfen

Winner: Kiarra Waidelich

Teen Male

Top 21:

Trent Grappe

Jack Brokaw

Luke Barrett

Nathan Scott

Antony Curley

Sam Fine

Louis Sloot

Rosendo Archiga

Harrison Robinson

Christian De Jesus

Xander Perone

Noah Ayden Grady

Jonah Daquigan

Samuel Sharp Jr

Jackson Koressel

Gavin Warfield

AJ Storey

Nicholas Bustos

Tucker Gokey

Ronnie Lewis

Sam Suro

Winner: Antony Curley

Senior Female

Top 22:

Camille Fehr

Rina Kanamaki

Elisabeth Pabich

Kayla Pereira

Sara Eberhardt

Ava La France

Selena Hamilton

Anna Miller

Skye Notary

Priscilla Tom

Mackenzie Jarrett

Libby Wiley

Makayla D’Ambrosio

Camryn Bridges

Maddie Thanos

Lola Coghill

Zoe Lemelman

Makenna Okamoto

Vanessa Valenzuela

Peyton Martineau

Erin Wienke

Izzy Burton

Winner: Erin Wienke

Senior Male

Top 13:

Wysdem Caesar

Garren Garcia

John Mays

Seth Gibson

Raiden King

Alec Brown

Bronson Dahmer

Jackson Roloff-Hafenbreadl

Sam McWilliams

Levi Sherman

Konnor Kelly

Zach Buri

Thiago Pacheco

Winner: Sam McWilliams

Finals:

High Scores by Age:

Cash Prizes:

1st: $200

2nd: $100

3rd: $50

Rookie Solo

1st: Mila Renae-’Soldier’

2nd: Lucia Piedrahita-’Fields of Gold’

2nd: Aliya Yen-’Loyal, Brave and True’

3rd: Melina Biltz-’Welcome Home’

4th: Zoey Brooks-’My Boyfriend’s Back’

5th: Lexi Menjivar-’I Will Survive’

6th: Moriah Peralta-’Up, Up & Away’

7th: Kaiya Carrillo-’Love Shack’

8th: Kinsey Fitts-’Can You Imagine That’

8th: Shale Herrera-’Dream’

9th: Madison Skapyak-’Songbird’

10th: Eden Hernandez-’Chocolate Box’

Mini Solo

1st: Camila Giraldo-’Welcome to Miami’

2nd: Skylar Wong-’Lovefooll’

3rd: Carrigan Paylor-’Orange Colored Sky’

4th: Regan Gerena-’My Boyfriend’s Back’

4th: Michael Cash Savio-’Rhythm’

5th: Tiara Sherman-’Cielo’

6th: Isabella Kouznetsova-’Trouble’

6th: Emily Jungmann-’You Sleep On’

7th: Winter Eberts-’Hit The Road Jack’

7th: Esme Chou-’Unravel’

8th: Addison Price-’Je Te Laisserai Des Mots’

9th: Avery Maycunich-’Wild is the Wind’

10th: Abigail Pucylowski-’Menace’

Junior Solo

1st: Crystal Huang-’Moonlight Sonata’

2nd: Gracyn French-’A Character of Quiet’

3rd: Angelina Elliot-’Out’

4th: Aaliyah Dixon-’That’s Life’

4th: Alexis Mayer-’Vanished’

5th: Laci Stoico-’Mein Herr’

6th: Daniela SanGiacomo-’Restless’

7th: Lexi Godwin-’Debut’

7th: Brenna Bieler-’Moonlight Sonata’

8th: Naia Parker-’Lit’

9th: Vivienne Robillard-’Immigration’

9th: Zoe Zielinski-’Z’

10th: Maddie Ortega-’A Winged Victory’

10th: Zachary Gibson-’Unknown’

Teen Solo

1st: Sophia Cobo-’Do You Feel Real’

1st: Izzy Howard-’Mer de Velours’

1st: Cydney Heard-’Je T'aime’

1st: Kiarra Waidelich-’The Resemblance is Uncanny’

2nd: Angelika Edejer-’One Giant Leap’

3rd: Kaitlyn Ortega-’Ain’t No Sunshine’

3rd: Harlow Ganz-’Breaking the Surface’

3rd: Antonia Gonzalez-’Like The Wind’

4th: Xander Perone-’Elijah’

4th: Dyllan Blackburn-’Silver Screen’

5th: Charli Ortiz-Ringenbach-’Is This Love’

6th: Ava Greendwaldt-’Countdown’

6th: Sammi Chung-’Eight’

6th: Isabella Warfield-’Nicest Thing’

6th: Jadyn Saigusa-’Wonderlust’

7th: June Hurley-’Don’t Think Of Me Like That’

7th: Kenzie Jones-’Flightless Bird’

8th: Finley Williams-’We’ll See’

9th: Sarah Laskowski-’For You’

10th: Addison Middleton-’ERROR’

10th: Rosendo Arechiga-’Thanks for Asking’

Senior Solo

1st: Thiago Pacheco-’The Poet’

2nd: Selena Hamilton-’Black Car’

3rd: Jackson Roloff-Hafenbreadl-’Darkness’

4th: Maddie Nemeth-’Sycamore Tree’

5th: Olivya Sessing-’House on the Hill’

6th: Sheridan Naugle-’Irreplaceable’

6th: Mia Tassani-’Mam’

6th: Seth Gibson-’Mind Bugs’

7th: Makayla D’Ambrosio-’Consider’

8th: Leigha Agins-’Prerogative’

9th: Milan Furtado-’As We Appear’

9th: Georgi Carmack-’Creature’

9th: Minda Li-’On Her Shoulders’

9th: Britton Moore-’Radiator’

9th: Libby Wiley-’Running Up That Hill’

9th: Sara Eberhardt-’Sticks and stone’

10th: Yasmine Quintana-’Hate’

Rookie Duo/Trio

1st: Danceplex-’Stand By Me’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’It Must Be Love’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Never Enough’

4th: Notion Dance Concepts-’MILK $’

5th: The Industry Dance Academy-’Don’t Go Without Me’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Woodbury Dance Center-’Yesterday’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Something’s Gotta Change’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Gracious’

4th: Studio X-’Vogue’

5th: Studio 19 Dance Complex-’Gonna Get Ya’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Go Girl’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Everything Is In Line’

3rd: Elements Dance Space-’Separate’

4th: Danceplex-’This Is Me Trying’

5th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Wild Life’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Make Me High’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Last Light’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Hey’

4th: Evolution Dance Complex-’Before You Go’

5th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Crystalized’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Trust Me Again’

2nd: The Difference Dance Company-’3′

3rd: MVP Dance Elite-’Bitter

3rd: CanDance Studios-’Revolution’

4th: The Difference Dance Company-’June 7th’

5th: Studio 413-’Black Flies’

Rookie Group

1st: Danceplex-’Little Wonders’

2nd: Danceplex-’Lets Hear It For the Boy’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Lullaby’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Girls Night Out’

5th: Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’

Mini Group

1st: Project 21-’Fan Tan Fannie’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Don’t Give Up On Me’

4th: Evoke Dance Movement-’I Think I Love You’

5th: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Queen Bees’

Junior Group

1st: Project 21-’No Fear But Anticipation’

2nd: Project 21-’Stuff Like That There’

2nd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

3rd: Prodigy Training Center-’School of Prodigy’

3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing, Sing, Sing’

3rd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Un Momento Finale’

4th: Cypress Dance Project-’What Is Love?’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Wolves’

5th: The Difference Dance Company-’1977′

5th: Woodbury Dance Center-’Alright’

Teen Group

1st: Project 21-’Bring On the Men’

2nd: Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’

3rd: The Difference Dance Company-’Cellophane’

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’

3rd: Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’

3rd: The Difference Dance Company-’Unchained’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company-’The Cuckoo’s Nest’

5th: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Boom POW’

Senior Group

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Prague’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’I Love America’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

3rd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Hard Voices’

4th: Impact Dance Studio-’Fame’

4th: The Industry Dance Academy-’When Dirt Meets Water’

4th: The Difference Dance Company-’Wolves’

5th: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’

Rookie Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Innana’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Ooh La La’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Wash & Set’

4th: Cypress Dance Project-’Bat Dance’

Mini Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

1st: Project 21-’Dive In the Pool’

2nd: Impact Dance Studio-’Go Your Own Way’

2nd: Impact Dance Studio-’You Can’t Stop the Beat’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Always’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center-’Booty Swing’

5th: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Distance’

Junior Line

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’Derniere Danse’

2nd: Impact Dance Studio-’Mein Herr’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Whole Lotta Woman’

3rd: Project 21-’Proud Mary’

4th: Impact Dance Studio-’Hallelujah’

5th: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’It Wasn’t Always Like This’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center-’Mahala’

Teen Line

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’New York New York’

2nd: Studio 413-’Hold On Tight’

3rd: Project 21-’Post That’

4th: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Dream Girls’

5th: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

Senior Line

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’Here Comes the Rain’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’No Colors Anymore’

3rd: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’

4th: Project 21-’The Dictator’s Dream’

5th: The Difference Dance Company-’Cody Banks’

Rookie Extended Line

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Brave’

2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Hard Knock Life’

Mini Extended Line

1st: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Trouble’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Choo Choo’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Boy Meets Girl’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Dream In Color’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’

4th: Studio 413-’Girl Boss’

5th: Studio 413-’Goodbye’

5th: Evoke Dance Movement-’Lose Control’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Euphoric’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Hush Up’

3rd: Project 21-’Desoleil’

4th: CanDance Studios-’Throw It Back’

5th: Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

5th: CanDance Studios-’The Colony’

Senior Extended Line

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’My House, My Rules’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’So What Now?’

2nd: The Difference Dance Company-’The Ravens’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’

Junior Production

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’One More Time’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Eminence’

3rd: Studio 413-’Electricity’

Teen Production

1st: Woodbury Dance Center-’Fly Away’

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Gone Too Soon’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Rookie Jazz

1st: Danceplex-’Lets Hear It For the Boy’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Girls Night Out’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Ooh La La’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Wash & Set’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Spice Up Your Life’

5th: The Industry Dance Academy-’Material Girl’

Rookie Contemporary

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Innana’

Rookie Lyrical

1st: Danceplex-’Little Wonders’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Lullaby’

3rd: Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Brave’

Rookie Musical Theatre

1st: The Industry Dance Academy-’Hard Knock Life’

Rookie Specialty

1st: Cypress Dance Project-’Bat Dance’

Mini Jazz

1st: Project 21-’Dive In the Pool’

2nd: Impact Dance Studio-’You Can’t Stop the Beat’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Trouble’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’What Have You Done For Me Lately’

5th: Evoke Dance Movement-’Money Heist’

Mini Ballet

1st: Summit Dance Shoppe-’This Way’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Whistle A Happy Tune’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Rosamunde’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Cats’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’A Lovely Night’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Queen Bees’

2nd: Prodigy Training Center-’JR Prodigy’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Get Up’

4th: Prodigy Training Center-’Money’

5th: Heat Dance Studio-’Work It Out’

Mini Tap

1st: Studio 19 Dance Complex-’L.O.V.E’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Booty Swing’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Choo Choo’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Swing in the Mood’

4th: Studio 413-’Critical Level’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Charleston Charlie’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Aye Carumba’

Mini Contemporary

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

3rd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Distance’

4th: The Difference Dance Company-’Lying’

5th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Glad It’s Raining’

Mini Lyrical

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’Go Your Own Way’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Don’t Give Up On Me’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Always’

4th: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Lego House’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Soon You’ll Get Better’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Dream In Color’

5th: Artistic Motion Dance-’What A Wonderful World’

Mini Musical Theatre

1st: Project 21-’Fan Tan Fannie’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Wedding Bells’

3rd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Revolting Children’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’I’ve Got Rhythm’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’All That Jazz’

Mini Specialty

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’I Think I Love You’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’

3rd: Studio 19 Dance Complex-’Come Little Children’

4th: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Youth Strong’

5th: Studio 19 Dance Complex-’Child of Light’

Junior Jazz

1st: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Whole Lotta Woman’

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’One More Time’

2nd: Project 21-’Proud Mary’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’

4th: Project 21-’Stuff Like That There’

4th: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center-’Mahala’

5th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Can You Dig It?’

Junior Ballet

1st: Woodbury Dance Center-’Combust’

2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Spring’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Bathers’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Prodigy Training Center-’School of Prodigy’

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Eminence’

2nd: Studio 413-’Girl Boss’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Lose Control’

4th: Cypress Dance Project-’Plain Jane’

5th: Heat Dance Studio-’Up’

Junior Tap

1st: Cypress Dance Project-’What Is Love?’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center-’I Love It’

3rd: Studio 413-’Into The Night’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Valerie’

5th: Cypress Dance Project-’Halftime’

Junior Contemporary

1st: Project 21-’No Fear But Anticipation’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’It Wasn’t Always Like This’

3rd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Un Momento Finale’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center-’Wasted Air’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Wolves’

5th: Studio 413-’Goodbye’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center-’Alright’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’Hallelujah’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’You Are The Reason’

3rd: Stars Dance Studio-’Dawn of Love’

3rd: Impact Dance Studio-’Time After Time’

4th: To The Pointe Dance Centre-’It’s All Coming Back To Me’

5th: Studio 19 Dance Complex-’When I Look At You’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’Mein Herr’

2nd: Cypress Dance Project-’Elle’s Big Day’

3rd: The Industry Dance Academy-’West Side Story’

Junior Specialty

1st Impact Dance Studio-’Derniere Danse’

2nd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing, Sing, Sing’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’

3rd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’You’re Mine’

4th: The Difference Dance Company-’1977′

5th: Stars Dance Studio-’Spa’

Teen Jazz

1st: Project 21-’Bring On the Men’

2nd: Project 21-’Post That’

3rd: CanDance Studios-’Throw It Back’

4th: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Boom POW’

5th: Studio 413-’Social Media Overload’

Teen Ballet

1st: The Industry Dance Academy-’To The Pointe’

2nd: Cypress Dance Project-’Hunted’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Hush Up’

2nd: CanDance Studios-’Panaramic’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Runnin’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Clones’

5th: Studio 413-’Ready or Not’

5th: Studio 413-’Savage’

Teen Tap

1st: Studio 413-’No One’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center-’I’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Go’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe-’25 Miles’

Teen Contemporary

1st: Studio 413-’Hold On Tight’

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Euphoric’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

3rd: Project 21-’Desoleil’

4th: Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’

5th: CanDance Studios-’Can I’

5th: The Difference Dance Company-’Unchained’

5th: The Difference Dance Company-’Cellophane’

5th: Stars Dance Studio-’Through our Strength’

5th: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’

Teen Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Take Me’

3rd: Studio 19 Dance Complex-’Particles’

4th: Danceplex-’If I Say’

5th: Heat Dance Studio-’He Loves Me’

Teen Musical Theatre

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’New York New York’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Singular Sensation’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Almost Like Being In Love’

Teen Ballroom

1st: CanDance Studios-’I Got the Boom’

Teen Specialty

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Dream Girls’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’The Future Is Female’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Gone Too Soon’

4th: Heat Dance Studio-’Freedom’

4th: The Difference Dance Company-’Pale’

5th: The Industry Dance Academy-’Flashing Lights’

Senior Jazz

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’My House, My Rules’

2nd: Impact Dance Studio-’Fame’

3rd: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company-’Need U Tonight’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center-’Cleopatrs in New York’

Senior Ballet

1st: Woodbury Dance Center-’Illumination’

Senior Hip-Hop

1st: Woodbury Dance Center-’CrAzY’

Senior Tap

1st: Woodbury Dance Center-’Funkytown’

Senior Contemporary

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’No Colors Anymore’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’I Love America’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

3rd: Project 21-’The Dictator’s Dream’

3rd: The Difference Dance Company-’Wolves’

3rd: The Industry Dance Academy-’When Dirt Meets Water’

4th: The Difference Dance Company-’The Ravens’

5th: The Difference Dance Company-’The First Time’

Senior Lyrical

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Prague’

2nd: Impact Dance Studio-’Here Comes the Rain’

3rd: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’

4th: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’

5th: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Wash’

Senior Specialty

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Hard Voices’

2nd: The Difference Dance Company-’Cody Banks’

3rd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’So What Now?’

4th: CanDance Studios-’I Won’t Complain’

5th: Cypress Dance Project-’To This Day’

Best of Radix:

Rookie

Winners:

The Rock Center for Dance-’Innana’

Danceplex-’Little Wonders’

Mini

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

3rd: Project 21-’Dive In the Pool’

4th: Impact Dance Studio-’You Can’t Stop the Beat’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Trouble’

6th: Woodbury Dance Center-’Don’t Give Up On Me’

Junior

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’Derniere Danse’

2nd: Project 21-’Proud Mary’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center-’Mahala’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe-’Whole Lotta Woman’

5th: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’

6th: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

7th: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

Teen

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’New York New York’

2nd: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Euphoric’

3rd: Project 21-’Bring On the Men’

4th: Studio 413-’Hold On Tight’

5th: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

Senior

1st: Impact Dance Studio-’Here Comes the Rain’

1st: Nor Cal Dance Arts-’Prague’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’

3rd: Project 21-’The Dictator’s Dream’

3rd: The Difference Dance Company-’Wolves’

4th: The Industry Dance Academy-’When Dirt Meets Water’

Best in Show ($10 000):

Winner: Impact Dance Studio-’New York New York’

#radix dance convention #nationals #las vegas #2021 #dance #dance competition

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weirdnessxmagnet · 3 years ago

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The Bird

"It was just a joke." Hannah pouted, the fun having been somewhat stripped from her little prank when Antonia had shown far less interest in the shit on her head than the bird that put it there.

"And if she was just a bird it would have been funny." Toni schooled her expression into a more gentle smile while wrestling Ember away from her attempt to hunt her own breakfast. Frustrating as this was, it hadn't been malicious, and Toni could hardly hold Hannah to the same standard as ancient entities with centuries of experience. "You can have another snack so long as it doesn't come back out in my home." She addressed the bird as if she were bargaining with a person rather than an animal. It would be easier to tell if the crow was as intelligent as she though she was if she went prying in her mind, but satisfying her curiosity would come with risks, and she was already running late.

"She's not a bird?" Hannah watched her sister leave food for the bird before finally going to run the soiled section of her hair under the kitchen faucet. Really, she'd expected Toni to chase the bird out almost immediately; her priorities were weird.

"Not just a bird. This is Magdelena, right?" All crows looked more or less the same, but context made this one stand out. "She's intelligent, and therefore dangerous. Al igual que su maestro." The last part she addressed directly to Magdalena, and past her. "¿Puedes ver a través de sus ojos, brujo?"

"When did you learn Spanish?"

"Two years ago."

"What did you say?"

"If it was for you I'd have said it in english. Now, I'm late for an appointment, so I'm going to leave you to get your feathered friend home." She gave her sister a kiss on the cheek before adding "Next time you want to prank me just hang a bucket of water on the door or something like a normal person, instead of letting warlock's familiars into my house."

#drabble #little ball of impotent fury #sister mine #morning shenanigans

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dietraumerei · 3 years ago

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Whumptober 2021: Waterfall

You can read this, and my other Whumptober stories, on AO3 here: Hurts So Good: A Whumptober 2021 Collection

Summary:

Aziraphale wants to be more adventurous, and Crowley's willing to go along for the ride.

Mistakes are made.

CW:offscreen character injury

“Are you...sure?” Crowley asked, wrinkling her brow.

“Yes,” Aziraphale said.

“No,” she said a moment later. “But I promised I'd be more adventurous this year!”

“Well, yes,” Crowley said. “But I thought that would be more along the lines of perhaps using an e-reader instead.”

Aziraphale gave her a deeply disdainful look. “Antonia Crowley, stop mocking me.”

“Why?” Crowley asked. “It's fun. Oh, come on, angel. You don't need to be more adventurous.”

“I do, though,” Aziraphale said stoutly. “I'm forty-five years old, it's time I lived a little.”

“You've lived for forty-five years, that counts,” Crowley countered.

“Does it, really?” Aziraphale sat her mouth. “You don't have to come with me.”

“I'm not going to let you go river kayaking on your own!” Crowley protested. “Besides, it seems fun.”

Aziraphale was almost smiling. “It does? Really?”

“Really.” Crowley kissed her cheek. “I mean it! Anyway, it's your birthday, we can do what you like, sweetheart.”

“I'm sure it will be very fun,” Aziraphale said, trying to look confident and failing.

She still failed when they were properly out on the water, but it was a sunny spring day and the birds were calling and the river was in lovely high flow. Perhaps a bit fast-moving, but that was all right with Crowley – it meant she could sit back and enjoy the sights and not actually have to work terribly hard at this. And Aziraphale, once she was settled, was in fine fettle, pointing out various birds with probably-made-up names. It wasn't important.

The river branched a few times, but was well-waymarked, and it truly felt like the current was carrying them on the right path anyway.

Aziraphale turned around and smiled at Crowley regularly, and she was getting freckles on her nose (and a sunburn) and was so cute Crowley was going to eat her up. (Or possibly out, that was always a possibility too!)

“Isn't this lovely?” she said, as the current picked up, and Crowley simply stopped paddling. “It's so idyllic. I can't imagine why they warned us about a waterfall.”

“About a what?” Crowley asked, as she began to hear falling water.

“So,” Crowley said, quite some time later. “How d'you like being adventurous?”

Aziraphale moaned, and opened her eyes, turning her head to glare at Crowley. Crowley was allowed out of bed. The jammy little thing. “D'you want me to break your other leg, you demon?”

“I'd like to see you try,” Crowley offered, and Aziraphale made a grumpy little face at her. Even under all the bandages, she was just simply too cute.

“Aw, baby.” She patted Aziraphale's hand, very carefully. She'd got the worst of it, of the two of them. “You were very adventurous, you know.”

“Shut up, and get me some more ice chips,” Aziraphale said waspishly, and an overjoyed Crowley did, of course.

Some months later

Aziraphale settled in her favourite easy chair, propping her crutches up nearby and putting her feet up on a lovely needlepoint ottoman. She had a steaming cup of tea, gratis her wife, and there was a pile of books on the little side table. A fire crackled cheerfully, and she sighed, utterly at peace.

“There you are,” Crowley said softly, from her own easy chair. “Happy, love?”

“Unbelievably.” Aziraphale smiled beatifically. “Crowley?”

“Hm?”

“You don't mind that I'm...unadventurous, right?”

Crowley blinked, and thought about the weeks in hospital, the limbs in plaster, the surgeries and the physical therapy and the hobbling around and...everything. And measured that against a few hours of pleasant canoeing – well, pleasant until it very, very much was not pleasant. Quite abruptly, actually.

And she thought about her homey wife, about Aziraphale's...not laziness, not exactly. She wasn't lazy. But she liked the good things in life, and so did Crowley, and she loved sharing them with Aziraphale. They'd like as not spend the winter mostly before a crackling fire, tea on hand. And Crowley found she didn't want anything else. Even without the disaster and the them both getting rather battered...she never wanted anything but Aziraphale, and a quiet life, and perhaps a little mischief now and again.

“No, love,” she said, opening her magazine and reaching for her tea. “I don't mind at all. I love you.”

“Oh,” Aziraphale said thoughtfully, and sipped her tea, and adjusted one of her legs to be more comfortable. “Good. For I love you too.”

Crowley smiled and sipped her tea. It was a new blend, and she quite liked it.

“Only – have you ever gone skydiving, love?”

Crowley sprayed her tea everywhere.

#whumptober2021 #yes it lives on!!!#just one more story but i'm excited to write at least a bit more for my favorite challenge of the year :)

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starbuck · 4 years ago

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hello! as tumblr's resident ravenous expert, do you know if ives was originally colqhoun or ives? on one hand, ives still carries his rosary, on the other, how did ives ingratiate himself with general slauson under a stolen identity?

HEY THERE!!!!!!! I am incredibly flattered by that designation and I am also very excited to answer this question to the best of my abilities!

When I watched the commentary tracks on my Ravenous DVD, I was hoping that someone would address the question of Ives’ identity and I was not disappointed. On the three respective tracks:

- Antonia Bird said he was originally Ives.

- Robert Carlyle said he was originally Colqhoun

- The guy who wrote the screenplay said that he doesn’t know which and it doesn’t matter

So like. Literally every possible answer was given and could thus be considered “equally canon” depending on your interpretation.

For me personally, I enjoy the “it doesn’t really matter” option because I think that all the contradictions and impossibilities Ives presents as a character make him Spookier and more interesting than if there was a direct answer.

Still though, I’m not a fan of the concept that he was “really” Ives. idk why, it just doesn’t appeal to me. As far as how he charmed Slauson, that would certainly be more difficult than faking his identity as Colqhoun to the Fort Spencer crew, but not impossible, particularly when you consider Hart’s line when “Colqhoun” first mentions Ives,: “I don’t think I know him.” This opens up a whole world of possibilities... Did Colonel Ives ever exist?? Or is this just a nod to the fact that the original Ives (presuming there was one) wasn’t well known so it would be entirely possible for our Ives to present himself to Slauson as under that identity and be accepted without much question??? Who knows!

And there are some details (such as his pristine and beautifully-fitted uniform as we see upon his return) that, to my mind, defy explanation regardless of Ives’ true identity. Is he Colqhoun? Ives? Both? Neither? IT DOESN’T MATTER!!!!!!! He just is and that’s what makes him so fun (at least for me, I totally respect everybody’s right to their own interpretation and methods of enjoyment)!

Additionally, the rosary actually initially belonged to Mrs. MacReady and is thus our first proper hint that ��Colqhoun” is not what he seems (we see the same rosary in Mrs. MacReady’s hand in the flashback and his in real time as he tells the story). It’s yet another false piece of his identity... The only things I really believe about his backstory is the stuff he tells Boyd in that later scene re: his having had tuberculosis and turning to cannibalism as a last ditch effort to fix his life.

#THANK U FOR THE ASK!!!!!!! this was super fun to answer!!#ravenous 1999 #sorry if this doesn’t make complete sense - I’m very tired haha #happy to clarify anything or discuss further if u want anon! ❤️

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indigobackfire · 4 years ago

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Phoenix Lazar Nobleworth Silverwood

Below is a lengthy history of his parents, their involvement with dragons, and how he lost them.

Ps: I tried adding some Scottish dialect in the dialogue, but I'm not the best at it considering all I have as reference is my love for James McAvoy and Outlander. Forgive me in advance for any atrocities lol. Also, diverging from canon especially in relation to Veela powers and physical descriptions.

Phoenix's father, Emilian, was sorted into Gryffindor and with pride, he was a Gryffindor by the book, adventurous, brave, often reckless, fun, with a strong sense of protection over his friends, someone who valued courage and honor.

Emilian didn't know how he and Palmer Silverwood - Slytherin, pureblood, much more popular than him, and one of the best duelists in their year - became friends, he also didn't know how Palmer found an about to hatch dragon egg in the forbidden forest, or how he even got into the forbidden forest to begin with, but being who he was, Emilian wasn't much surprised.

The biggest surprise was that Palmer even knew who he was.

Emilian takes a peek into Palmer's robes where the egg is hidden. "So? You're the dragon laddie, Nobleworth."

"Yeah, it's a dragon egg. Common Welsh Green this one." He looks up. "And is that what people call me?"

"Are ye really surprised? You talk about them all the time, yer the best in Care of Magical Creatures, and ye have a dragon painted at the back of yer bloody robes."

"Only fair. McGonagall hates it."

Palmer laughs. "Will ye help me?"

"Aye. But what ye want me to do?"

"I dinna ken. I just don't want the wee dragon to die. The poor creature wasn't warm when I found it so it's probably motherless. I mean... they fire up their eggs, don't they?"

Emilian smiles. "You're not as unknowledgeable as you think, Silverwood. Let's go somewhere more private."

In the humid and dusty air of the artifact room, they hide. "Hand me the egg."

Palmer hands him the egg delicately as if the creature inside it wasn't one that could eat them both in a bite when grown. And for a moment Palmer wonders what he'll do, but Emilian just stands there holding the egg. And as he's about to question him, he sees Emilian's fingers get bright red.

"Mate? What's wrong with yer hands?"

Emilian snickers. "I have a secret, can you keep it?" Palmer nods eyes fixated on the egg whose cracks were very slowly growing. "I'm half Veela and whilst I can't throw balls of fire from my hands... I can heat it up to... oven temperature."

"Oven temperature?"

Emilian smirks. "Ah dinnae have exact numbers, but if ye want to give a touch."

Palmer looks at his hands again. "Nae. They're as bright as molten glass, lad."

Emilian raises his eyebrows. "Oh, I felt it move."

"Ooohh, it's gonna set this tiny room on fire."

"Let me hide it this time. I ken a place we can go. The person ye should've gone to in the first place."

Palmer widens his eyes. "Kettleburn, nae."

"Silverwood, ye cannae keep the dragon. It'll set you on fire before completing one year."

Palmer puffs as they walk out of the artifact room. "If the dragon enthusiast dinnae want to keep a real dragon, why would I?"

"A dragon lover is the same as a bee lover. You can appreciate the honey, the lovely stripes, but if ye hold it in yer hand, it'll sting you. Dragons were made to live outside, flying, spitting fire. A wee dragon is cute, but once is grown..."

"Yer a curious lad, Nobleworth." Emilian gives an awkward half smile. "I like you."

Their friendship was as unexpected to them as it was for the bystanders, but one that sustained for their last two years in Hogwarts - including Palmer's girlfriend, Clarin, an uptight but curious Ravenclaw, who despite her best instincts followed behind on the boys' adventures.

When Emilian announced he would be leaving England for the Dragon Sanctuary in Romania a couple of years later, as much as Palmer and Clarin expected that to happen, it still came with the bittersweetness of watching one of their best friends go.

Years go by, but still, their bond sustains time and distance. Every opportunity they had, the SIlverwoods would travel to Romania to visit their friend who in a lighting in a bottle chance found himself a wife of "his kind".

Full Veela, Antonia Lazar, practically raised herself as her father left her mother, a temperamental full Veela woman, to deal with Tonia herself, a task she delegated to her equally careless family members, closely involved with the Dragon Sanctuary in times the place was still informally managed.

When Emilian meets her, barely wearing rags over her body, barefoot on the grass, pearl blonde hair unruly, looking as if she was raised by wild house elves, he couldn't help his heart hammering in his chest. Female Veela beauty wasn't something he was unused to, considering his mother and aunts were ones as well, but when Antonia was before him he thought of himself before a goddess.

Emilian tries not to spill the water in the heavy buckets while Antonia doesn't seem to be struggling at all. He wouldn't have a need to even carry them if he hadn't forgotten his wand, but at least he got to be alone with her.

"Why is it that ye dinnae like us?"

"You English think you run the place just because you read about dragons in a book, think you know more than us who grew with hundreds of them." She shoots him firey eyes. "Know when I first rode a dragon? I was five years old!"

"I never say I doubted yer capacities. And I'm not English, I'm Scottish." She glares at him again. "I'm kidding."

"Don't get me angry, you won't like it me angry. Trust me."

"I would actually. I wonder what color yer feathers would be."

"I'm sorry?"

"I ken a Veela when I see one. Especially cause I'm half one."

Her expression soothes a little. She puts the bucket down and grips his hand. "Go, do your magic."

While his hand goes as hot as they can, his eyes slowly change hues to match her, never breaking eye contact. "It's nice touching a girl who doesn't mind a more... ardent touch."

She gives a small smile. "You're pathetic."

"I'd love to fly on a dragon's back with someone who understands about them. I promise I'm not here to mock or doubt you. I love those creatures more than anyone I know."

She lets go of his hand and with a smirk picks up the bucket. "Well, now you know me."

Their relationship quickly becomes stronger as they spend day after day together. The work at the Sanctuary is as rewarding as it is tiring, so at the end of long days, they would sit together and exchange stories, her of her buckwild childhood and him of his years in Hogwarts. In each other's company that they find an air of normality and peace.

After recognizing and accepting her strong feelings for Emilian - something hard considering how men had treated her before, seeking what she had to offer them more than considering her needs - and finding out he felt the same for the longest time, they decided to marry, her seeing in him a sense of stability for the first time in her life.

It doesn't take long until Antonia is pregnant with their first child, and in the pool of genes and possibilities, their first-born boy is a full Veela like his mother, something uncommon for boys. Not considering what would be 'formal' or well accepted, Antonia decides to name him Phoenix for encompassing what being a Veela means to her, a bird of elegance and fire and perseverance.

And as if it was pre-destined, just a couple months prior, Clarin and Palmer had given birth to a girl of name just as uncommon, little Indigo Silverwood, who is but three months old when they come to Romania to meet little Phoenix.

To this day, the Silverwoods wonder if their timing was the best or worst it could've been.

As in the same week they came to visit, an attack happens with the intent of capturing as many dragons as they could from the reserve, something that had happened times before but this time much better planned and heavily armed with the best wizards they could get.

They start picking up their wands in haste while seeking the fire protection potion they had brewed specially for this trip back at home. "What do they need dragons for? Can't they breed their own." Clarin asks.

"Is not like is legal or easy to do so." Antonia has her eyes soaked with tears. "They don't care about the creatures, they want money. Oh, they use their blood to make spot removers. Oven cleaners! How can you take a marvelous creature and turn it into such a pathetic thing? Then they use their hearts in you wizards stupid wands and their skin into gloves!"

"Somebody must have heard about the new Chinese Fireball," Emilian says, "People seek the gold in their horns and eggs, but if you pull them out, they die."

"Not to mention the baby Romanians. Put your goddamn boots on already, Emilian!"

"What 'bout the bairns?" Palmer asks anxiously.

"There's no time. They probably ain't getting all the way up here, but in all cases." Emilian grabs the potion from Clarin's hands turning over Jacob's and baby Indigo's mouth, knowing the fire wouldn't do harm to Phoenix. He places something in Jacob's little hand. "Jacob, if any mean person comes trying to hurt ye, throw this at their feet and run. Alright?" Jacob nods, eyes wide with fear and excitement of a five-year-old.

"What is it?" Palmer asks.

"A vial of Peruvian's Vipertooth venom, extremely deadly and volatile. Don't ask me why I have it."

Palmer looks at Jacob. "Stay quiet and protect the babies, right, love?"

Antonia kisses Phoenix on the forehead one last time then turns to the others. "Let's go, please!"

And if they knew, she would've held him a little longer, Emilian would've stopped time for a couple of seconds to look at their boy for a lingering moment more. But they didn't and time never reversed.

They weren't the only lives lost, but side by side they fought and won and lost and lost and lost. They managed to protect all but two of the dragons at the end, blood of dark wizards - and innocent ones - soaked the grounds. Dragons loose on the sky overhead, blood spilt from both sides, burnt buildings, scars that would never heal, the body of a friend devoided of life, a mother of dragons and children never to wake up again, children crying in a cabin kilometers away.

When Antonia's mother refused to watch over her own grandson, Clarin felt as if it was her own son the woman refused and it was that soon the decision to keep him came. She was still breastfeeding and no ordinary family would know how to raise him right, at least that's what both her and Palmer told themselves. Emilian's parents, both devastated by the news of their son's death were quick to agree with the Silverwoods' proposal.

And it's like this that Phoenix and Indigo are practically raised as twins, still young when he notices he doesn't look like the rest of them - a pale and blonde boy in a family of tanned brunettes - not only for his looks but by the fact that sinking his hand into a pot of boiling water doesn't hurt or the fact his anger makes his body react differently from the others or that people got mesmerized by his looks enough to do whatever he asked them to.

But the Silverwoods learn the painful way that raising a Veela child is not easy work. Not only easily irritable but also dangerous when transformed, not much to others while still young, but to himself due to painful and harmful transformation, taking hours until he could retain his human form. Meditating and thought exercises became pivotal from an early age. As not make their treatment towards him different from Indigo, they become tougher with both, demanding an altruistic, patient, and empathetic behavior from both.

This leads Phoenix to grown into a level-headed, sweet and compassionate boy who eventually got sorted into Hufflepuff without the sorting hat having to consider long.

As much as he wishes he had grown with his biological parents, he's grateful to have grown in the family he did and doesn't consider himself any less part of it, he loves his siblings dearly and considers and reslects his parents as if it was from their blood and cells he was made of.

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This is my attempt at a concise history of Phoenix, mostly his parents who I dream of drawing someday. I'll make something in the future for his romantic life as it is its own ride. I ship him with Ismelda and boy oh boy I have some to say about that.

If you wanna more info on Phoenix, I made him an OC profile :)

#mi artita #phoenix nobleworth #fanfic?#oc backstory #hufflepuff #dragons are in it too #an attempt at scottish sounding dialogue #i cant draw clothes for sht #or poses #or hair #help #hphm #hogwarts mystery

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cap-ironman · 5 years ago

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2019 Cap-Iron Man Holiday Exchange and Community Gifts Creators Reveals & Masterpost

This year we had 68 wonderful works submitted for our event! Thank you all very much for participating in all kinds of ways: writing, arting, submitting the prompts for the Community Gifts, cheerleading the creators, and beta-reading! We hope you had lots of fun. And here, finally, is the full event masterlist revealing the creators of each work! Please remember to mind the tags and warnings at each individual work page, and leave kudos and comments on the works you've enjoyed! ★ And she saw the case, but she saw him first by Lets_call_me_Lily for ishipallthings (3490/Noir, Art)

Natasha Stark, head of Stark Investigations. Taking on hopeless cases, and sometimes giving hope in return.

★ Antoine Stargaze by HogwartsToAlexandria for frosted_astronaut (MCU AU, 2049 Words)

Where boys are smitten, and Natasha nudges Steve just enough.

★ Beautiful Lie by jayjayverse for SweetFanfics (Ults, 8560 Words)

Antonia Stark breaks with all the conceptions Steve has about women. She is everything he never thought he wanted or desire in a person, in fact he didn't even consider her waking up in this century, she was simply a teammate.

★ beautiful stranger by ohjustpeachy for ShadowsintheClouds (MCU, 2198 words)

Both Tony and Steve grow up thinking the other is dead. When they first meet in Avengers 1 there are tears and everyone is really confused until they realize that the two are soulmates.

★ Blank Spaces by only_more_love for starksnack (MCU, 3023 Words)

Steve discovers that not everything in this unfamiliar century he's woken up in is bad. Maybe there's a place for him in it, after all.

★ Brewed Awakening by iam93percentstardust for Nixie_DeAngel (MCU, 16545 Words)

Two years after he comes out of the ice, Steve is drifting through life. On his teammate's recommendation, he decides to go back to school where he meets the grandson of an old friend. He finds happiness with Tony but Steve won't be in Boston forever and someone is out to hurt the Starks. Will Steve and Tony be able to reach their happily ever after?

★ By Any Name by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU AU, 1017 Words)

The world of spies is not kind on love.

★ Compatibility, Interrupted by MK_Yujji for Areiton (MCU, 2177 Words)

Steve gave up on soulmates after his transformation. He certainly didn't expect to find his in the future.

★ Even After All Those Years? by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (Noir, 743 Words)

Their eyes meet across the crowd. They never thought they would ever see each other again.

★ Everything Goes to Hell Anyway by dirigibleplumbing for navaan (1872, 15796 Words)

A visitor to Timely is killed, and Tony is the main suspect. Steve has no doubt of Tony’s innocence, but more strangers still are in town looking for a mysterious book, and Mayor Fisk’s boys are up to no good. It isn't long before everything goes to hell.

★ A Farm for the Horny and the Desperate by HogwartsToAlexandria for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU, 1738 Words)

The one where Tony walks in on Steve masturbating at Clint's farm.

★ from your secret santa by avengersincamphalfbloodstardis for SevereLove51 (MCU, 4775 Words)

The year is 2012 and all of the Avengers have moved into the tower. The holidays are coming up and it's the perfect time for each teammate to get to know another as well as they can. So of course, they do secret santa. When Tony gets Steve, he panics. How is he supposed to find a gift for the amazing Captain America?

★ For Science by HogwartsToAlexandria for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU, 1334 Words)

For the comm prompt- After a not-so-great night out with a girl, Steve confides to Tony that he thinks he’s not a very good kisser. Tony, of course, offers to practice with him.

★ Giddy-up Cowgirl by CaughtAGhost for Cap Iron Man Community (1872, Art)

A community fill for: "genderbent AU in a more idyllic West, though Steve still struggles with the responsibilities of sheriff and Tony is even more underestimated as the town's drunk blacksmith"

★ the heart of this flower imagines by diskarte for MK_Yujji (MCU AU, 4269 Words)

Steve isn’t really paying attention to anything when something red catches his eye: a petal. He looks down at his lap and picks it up. He’s contemplating the petal, glancing around to see where it could’ve come from, when an unfamiliar feeling wells up inside him and he coughs. He hasn’t coughed in years, not after the serum. He looks down. On his lap: more petals.

★ here comes the sun by Nasa for hundredthousands (MCU, 6884 words)

Steve and Tony meet at Woodstock. It's not the smoothest of starts for their friendship.

★ Hidden Words by ShadowsintheClouds for Padraigen (MCU, 17854 words)

In a world where someone's soul name is held in great regard, Steve is forced to grow up hiding his, lest he and his soulmate get hurt for it. He tries his best to keep things hidden, but when he goes into the ice and braces for death he inadvertently reveals his soul name to those who find him years later. Will Steve have to continue hiding or will he finally get a chance at safety and happiness

★ hologram blue by laireshi for navaan (616, 2069 Words)

During the Superhero Civil War, Tony gets haunted by hallucinations of Steve.

★ A Hook-Up by navaan for Sadisticsparkle (Noir, 1250 Words)

Private Rogers is looking for a bit of male company and gets more than he bargained for.

★ The Hot Guy Has A Tail? by betheflame for BeenAsleepFor70Years (MCU AU, 1506 Words)

Tony was used to hallucinating. Well, maybe not used to it, but certainly not unfamiliar with it. But he hadn’t taken any shrooms in days, and he’d actually slept more than 2 hours the night before, so the logical conclusion to what he was seeing was that it was actually happening. The hot guy he’d been ogling from his Intro to Western Civ class for months was in the pool. And he had a tail. The hot guy from Western Civ had a tail.

★ I Saw Cap Kissing Santa Claus by Mizzy for Cathalinaheart (616, 7222 Words)

When Tony dressed as Santa for Queen County Hospital's annual toy drive, he wasn't expecting Steve to recognize him...as Iron Man.

★ I still like your smile (even if it's filled with teeth) by Sadisticsparkle (sadisticsparkle) for diabla616 (616, 6186 Words)

It has been a lifetime since Tony last saw the Mansion and the Avengers, but his relationship with Steve is as confusing as ever. They're still sleeping together, they're still officially friends and now he's lost in a magical forest with a wolf tracking his every move. He hates magic.

★ In the Comfort of Your Arms by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Gryvon (MCU, Art)

Steve and Tony take a few days to themselves after a hard battle.

★ Inevitable Outcome by cptxrogers for Cap Iron Man Community (Ults, 2499 Words)

Tony can't believe that his team has locked him in a closet with Steve, ostensibly to relieve the sexual tension between them. He's surprised they would stoop that low, but he's even more surprised that Steve seems to be up for it.

★ Jurassic times call for Jurassic measures by Fluffypanda for marumo (Avengers Assemble, 3544 Words)

A trip to the Savage Land goes very, very wrong.

★ last call by gottalovev for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU, 5640 Words)

Tony didn’t prepare for Steve calling first. It's been thirteen months, why now?

★ lead up the garden path by gottalovev for nasa (1872, 5261 Words)

They cannot live openly, but Sheriff Steve Rogers has found love with Tony Stark, Timely's blacksmith and inventor. He thought everything was going well, until their friend Carol Danvers comes back from Washington with her sister Jessica and everything changes.

★ Locker-Room Revelations by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU, 336 Words)

Tony finds out a secret of Steve's in the locker-room.

★ March 10th, 1964 by SmileAndASong for Cap Iron Man Community (616, 1704 Words)

There’s a cake in the fridge. It’s beautiful, at least three layers high, and with an intricate red, white, and blue frosting pattern that perfectly emulates a certain shield. It’s very obvious that it’s for Steve. But why?

★ Media Blitz by Nixie_DeAngel for Fluffypanda (MCU, 1378 words)

“Well, if I hadn’t, Pep pot, we wouldn’t we be reliving the weirdest two weeks of my life. Again,” Tony points out. “And really, that’s saying something considering last year you, Nat, and I got sent to that pleasure planet with bird boys one and two.” “We agreed that would never be spoken of again,” she cuts in, eyes sharpening into a fierce glare. Or, reason number 3 on why Pepper Potts shoulder never be allowed to have a vacation that allows for a media black out while she lounges on a beach by herself.

★ Mistletoe Smoochin’ by BeenAsleepFor70Years for zappedbysnow (AA, Art)

Some mistletoe business between the best boys for zappedbysnow! Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!

★ A New Day [Art] by Cachette for afincf_tirwer (MCU, Art)

Steve has always seen in greys and blacks. Even before the ice the colours never developed fully, there were hints of colours, mostly blue or red, Bucky's eyes, Peggy's lips but he never saw anything like what was described in the books. The first colour he sees in the 21st century is the bright red and gold of Iron Man, sleek, futuristic and a total mystery.

★ Of matchmaking and failure by afincf_tirwer for iam93percentstardust (MCU AU, 4085 Words)

When the new art teacher arrives, Peter Parker and his friends think he'd make a great match for the school's physics teacher Tony Stark. However, as their plans progress, some things are revealed that throw a wrench in the works and set them up for embarrassment.

★ oh baby I can't even explain by muchmoremajestic for Neverever (AA, 10583 Words)

Prompt: Steve and Tony dance around each other, wanting to ask each other out on a first date, but things keep getting in the way from the random invasions on campus to each of them being nervous/getting in their own way. Or: The five times Steve and Tony tried to ask each other out, and the one time they finally got it together.

★ one may smile and be a villain by CaughtAGhost for jayjayverse (616, Art)

Fill for the prompt: Captain Hydra happens, Tony doesn't go on coma and fight against him. The avengers won, Steve is in prison and Tony decide to erase Hydra before what they did to Steve (and he didnt being capable to find a way to make Steve come back), so he go to every compound of Hydra and destroy them. Until he find something. The archives with all the fail subjects are in one computer, it’s just a little suspicious line of “code names” and information of what happened every single clone, all dead at some stage of growth and then bumps into the last file, still active, shows the background and there is no estimate of life as in the other files, Tony looks for the place where this clone is, flies and destroy everything, take the little baby he found and fly away from there. When Steve (the real one) comes back, a lot of time had passed, the avengers are led by Carol, Tony is an AI and Steve needs to get used to everything one more time.

★ pants on fire by nanasekei for talesofsuspense (MCU, 9630 Words)

“Look, I’m not thrilled by the prospect of spending my day here either," Nick said, "but there’s no postponing this. We can’t give them a chance to combine stories.” “Right,” Hill said. “And I’m sure they’ll all be very…cooperative.” “Hope you didn’t have any dinner plans." Hill’s sigh mirrored his own so much it was unnerving. “Okay.” She leaned forward and pressed a button on his desk. “Send in the first one.”

★ Patron of the Arts by BladeoftheNebula for diskarte (MCU, 2258 Words)

Steve meets a handsome stranger at an art show.

★ the perfect date by IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics) for Cap Iron Man Community (616, 5638 Words)

Tony needs an alpha to be his date for a fancy shing-ding. He asks Steve, who says yes. And then Tony's heat strikes early.

★ Phish Food and Cheez Whiz by starksnack for HogwartsToAlexandria (MCU AU, 2584 Words)

Tony's afraid he'll be a bad father, Steve disagrees. + they have sex.

★ Possession by marumo for meshkol (616, Art)

Prompt "Hydra/Villain Steve decides he wants Iron Man, by any means necessary."

★ Presents by Neverever for BladeoftheNebula (1872, 2648 Words)

For their first Christmas together, Sheriff Rogers doesn't know what to get his partner, Mr. Stark.

★ Public Displays of Affection by navaan for Westernwood11 (616, 2265 Words)

It's not a good day when AIM and Hydra come for them at the same time... Things get away from them in the heat of the moment.

★ ride [FANART] by cap_ironman_event_mod for Blaithin (616, Art)

stevetony motorbike gang au

★ Save Your Kisses For Me by ishipallthings for avengersincamphalfbloodstardis (MCU, 3197 Words)

It’s nearly Christmas, and Steve Rogers’ biggest problem is that he’s terrible at keeping his new relationship with Tony under wraps. Oh, and he still needs to find the perfect Christmas present for Tony. That is, until Tony gets hurt on a mission without Steve. Then Steve has a new problem.

★ Say It First by talesofsuspense for SmileAndASong (Ults, 1788 Words)

Steve doesn’t know how to say what he wants, but Tony knows what he means anyway.

★ Shakey-Shake Globe Land by starksnack for Cap Iron Man Community (AU, ART)

Have some art! Happy holidays!!!

★ A Shove in the Right Direction by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU, 877 Words)

Everyone was sick of it, but he was the only one ready to do something about it.

★ Snow Bunnies by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (616, 1500 Words)

Steve finds a way to get some fun out of a winter chore.

★ Snow Wolf by talesofsuspense for Cap Iron Man Community (Any, Art)

Capwolf having fun in the snow.

★ The Soldier and the Man of Iron by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU AU, 202 Words)

Steve is a wounded soldier looking for his lost brother. He stumbles across Stark Tower looking for shelter.

★ Steve's Secret by Neverever for Cachette (MCU, 2911Words)

Steve has been sketching Tony since they met. But Steve will never have a chance with Tony, who is so far out of his league. Even though Tony seems to really like his new sweaters.

★ Strings Attach, We Conquer by HogwartsToAlexandria for betheflame (MCU AU, 7235 Words)

Steve and Tony have been together and mated for about a year when the questions of their pack become a little more - too - insistent and it's time to lift the veil on a secret that has led all of them to wrongly presume of their bond. Decisions and celebrations happen.

★ Take me away, I don't mind by diabla616 for gezhu (Ults, 2359 words)

Steve hates the 21st Century - it's lonely and he's still not over what he's lost from his own time. So when the Ultimates missions keep throwing the possibility of time-travel into his day, well, he has to try. Or: all the times Steve tried to use a villain's time-travel device to go back to the past, and the one time he chose to stay in the future.

★ Through the Drinking Glass by Cathalinaheart for gottalovev (1872, 1820 words)

It's the anniversary of Bucky's death and a drunk Sheriff shows up at Tony's door in the middle of the night.

★ A Timely Rescue by vorkosigan for Cap Iron Man Community (1872, 8341 words)

Tony saves Steve's life, but if neither of them says anything about how they feel about each other, Steve will stay in Timely and Tony will fly away to gallivant among the stars, and they may never see each other again. A Firefly AU.

★ Tony, Do You Want My Eggplant? (art) by zappedbysnow for DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) (MCU, Art)

Cap was advised to try gardening for therapy. Now everyone reaps the fruits of his harvest. Especially Tony.

★ the truth, ugly and beautiful by Areiton for alexcat (MCU, 3048 Words)

The truth, ugly and beautiful, is that you loved him. You love him still. The truth, ugly and beautiful, is that love was never enough.

★ An Unspeakable Choice by meshkol (ashernorton) for CaughtAGhost (616, 9674 Words)

When Tony and Steve are kidnapped after a mission goes wrong, they are given an unimaginable choice: the death of innocents, or the death of one of them.

★ Untitled by hundredthousands for only_more_love (MCU, 1329 Words)

Tony would say he’s used to seeing himself, but something about this is different.

★ Waiting for You by alexcat for GotTheSilver (MCU, 2559 words)St

eve missed Tony and Tony missed Steve. What if Steve called first?

★ We Did It by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU, Art)

When the dust settled and all the fighting was done, they met each other in the middle of all the destruction, coming together after all those years.

★ We'll Cross Paths Again by SevereLove51 for ohjustpeachy (MCU AU, 1930 Words)

Tony Stark is a successful business after he inherited his father’s business. He is invited to a masquerade party hosted by Justin Hammer. As he’s there, he noticed that the bartender looks oddly similar to his high school sweetheart that broke his heart.

★ What Are Friends For by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU AU, 714 Words)

Professor Stark has a crush on the University's new Professor.

★ What the Textbooks Never Told by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (616, 433 Words)

History has a habit of omitting the darker parts of what makes the worlds heroes

★ Where Your Heart Is by gryvon for nanasekei MCU AU, 2582 Words)

Steve has an instant crush on the new kid.

★ The Wings of our Hearts by DarthBloodOrange (DepressingGreenie) for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU, 1278 Words)

Steve and Tony are cursed with wings. Neither of them handle it well.

★ Winin' and Dinin' the Sheriff (Without the Wine) by SmileAndASong for dirigibleplumbing (1872, 4362 Words)

In one night, Tony is finally going to do something that he’s wanted to for a long time. And he'll be something he hasn’t been in an even longer time. It’s a mighty tall order, but if it wins him the heart of the dashing Sheriff Rogers, it’ll be worth it.

★ Your Mind and Your Heart by GotTheSilver for muchmoremajestic (MCU, 7930 Words)

When Tony asks him what he wants for his birthday at the Fourth party he’s throwing, Steve shrugs and says “to get laid,” without even thinking about it. “You—excuse me?” “Shit, I didn’t mean—” Steve can feel his cheeks flush with heat as he realises what he’s said. “Ignore that, really, I’ve had some of Thor’s mead and I—” “That’s a cute excuse, but I know you’ve been drinking Mojitos and, unless Erskine’s science was very very wrong, those don’t affect you. So,” Tony hops up on the counter, the muscles in his arms flexing as he does. “No dice.” “Is there any way I can get you to drop this?”

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santos-emilia · 4 years ago

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A First Meeting

It was the end of March, but winter’s chill still hung in the air as a mother moved solemnly over frosted grass. The dark curls were all that was visible of the twin infants she wore strapped to her chest. Not even two weeks old yet, they slept contentedly despite the poignancy that resided in their mother’s chest. The mother hadn’t been here, to this place in nearly two months. Not since she’d buried her eldest, not since she’d stood in the snow and ice next to a the woman she’d given her eldest too, both with tears in their eyes.

The sun shone brightly above despite the chill and Emilia felt at odds with it. How dare it seem so happy and cheerful when her heart ached with loss? She’d only just gotten to meet her daughter, only just began to hope - really believe that Mandi could make it out alive. But that hadn’t been fate’s choosing. Fate had spoken otherwise and now… Now the sun shone too brightly. The birds chipped too merrily. And the only ones keeping Emilia grounded in reality, keeping her sober, nuzzled into her chest as a breeze of cold air washed over the trio.

The mother came to a stop, one arm wrapping around the bottom of the infant wrap that kept her children safely against her breast, while the other reached behind her as she settled on the cold ground. At least there was no snow or ice, it all having finally melting under the sun’s bright, still too much so, light. She was quiet as she sat there, staring at the grass. The frost that clung to the grass sparkled in the sunlight, the liveliness of it all at odds to the rest of her surroundings. The quietness of death hung in the air, thick and harsh, despite the dawning of spring to wash out the winter.

Emilia’s eyes watered, just a sparkling against her lash line at first. But as first one newborn and then the second began to fuss and a song instantaneously came to her lips, the tears fell overboard. “A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella,” she wiped at the tears before they could chill against her cheek. But it was no use, the salty water continuing to fall as her voice wavered over the words of the song she held so dear. “Mi niña tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” She continued the song until the infants settled again, until her heart calmed at the very least, the ache still lingering.

Her eyes drifted over the headstones she sat between. “Papá, no sé cómo hacer nada de esto.” I don’t know how to do any of this. She sniffled, feeling salt against her lash line once more. “Desearía que estuvieras aquí. Te necesito. Necesito tu guía.” I wish you were here. I need you. I need your guidance. Of course she had Alejo and Jada, but the ache in her heart called for her father, for her Papá. She wanted him here. She wanted her father to meet her children, wanted to be able to call him in the middle of the night, wanted it to be him to whom she cried and vented. He’s always known what to say when she was younger. But now… now as she ran her index finger over the engraved words, Francisco Luis Rafael Vargas, clearing it of the built up dirt of months of neglect, he wasn’t there. He was gone. He’d been gone for twenty years, but the pain was just as fresh, the wound being reopened in the events of the past couple of months. “No es justo.” It’s not fair.

She wiped again at her face as the tears ran in rivulets down her face, stopping them before they could fall onto the twin heads of curls below her chin. Her eyes drifted to the second headstone. This one was bright and new, having replaced one seventeen years old. The black letters stood out boldly against the white marble, Amanda Benz, and on a second line, Amada Luisa Antonia Santos. She traced each letter as if committing each letter to memory, as if it weren’t already emblazoned into her mind, engrained just as the memory of an even smaller infant than the two strapped to her chest wailing loudly was, just as the feeling of a tiny infant resting on her chest was.

“You, m’ija…” my daughter, “My beloved. I barely got to know you.” Her chin wrinkled, blinking back a fresh bout of tears as she sniffled. Her chest hurt as she stared at the black and white, stark against the browned frost covered grass. “I’m sorry,” speaking aloud when the person she was speaking too was deaf before death didn’t even cross her mind. “It’s my fault you were even pulled into this.” And just like that, no matter how much she tried to blink back the tears, they fell anew. “You were supposed to be safe and I fucked that all to hell.” Emilia blamed herself even if Mandi had tried to ensure she wouldn’t, she did, with one simple decision to stand with the Hermes family, she had doomed the child she’d actually given birth to too a watery grave. And if she hadn’t already blamed herself, the Capitol had ensured she would the moment they’d sent a mirror image of herself into the arena to kill Amada. “Lo siento.” I’m sorry. “Por favor perdoname.” Please forgive me. As if the dead could forgive. The words were meant to make her feel better, but they didn’t. They only caused the ache to worsen. She closed her eyes tight against the stinging salt of her tears, against her pain. She was trying to block it out, all of it. The pain. The guilt. The sadness.

But it didn’t work. It only caused her tears to fall quicker, marking trails down her face and falling from her chin before she could stop them. Not that she would. Her mind was creeping in around her, surrounding her in the darkness that haunted her, guilt closing her off and pushing the sunlight out, replacing it with dank walls and deafening silence. Silence that was broken several moments later by the tiny cry of her son. His fingernails clawed against her chest and soon his sister joined him. She sucked in a breath of air, letting it back out in a sob to join those of her children. The darkness still lingered at the edges of her consciousness, ready to close back in around her, yank her back down and drown her as her daughter had been drowned, just like her nightmares. Or worse yet, it lingered to let the whispers in her mind roam free, threatening to take the two children she had left away to a watery grave as well.

She tried to even her breathing, but it didn’t work. Her heart was racing in that moment and she dropped her hand to the dewy grass. “I can see,” her voice shook as her cradled her children to her chest with her free arm, “the sky, Papá,” she let her eyes wander around, “flowers, Sammy, James.” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I can feel…” She paused, letting herself register her surroundings, “the grass, the wind, your nails Jamie,” She paused to pull his hand away from her chest. Her breathing had calmed more, her chest still felt tight, but the darkness was abating. “My children. I can hear my heart,” It was pounding away behind her ears, a constant racing beat, “the birds,” stupid noisy birds were still too damn happy, “my babies crying.” Which would normally cause a spike in her anxiety, but at the moment calmed her. They were crying which meant they were okay. They hadn’t been ripped away from her like their older sister.

“I can smell Spring.” It was a difference in the air that was perceptible to Emilia, the scent of new life. “And,” she lowered her nose to press into the curls atop Samara’s head. “Sammy.” She paused another moment there, her breathing was even now. “I can taste,” she whispered against Samara’s head, pressing a kiss into her curls, “my tears.” Another kiss pressed to Santiago’s head as she shushed them both gently. Her heart was calmer now, still racing, but she no longer could hear it behind her ears. She sat there like that for several moments, regaining her composure, catch her breath. Shh, shh, shh. She murmured softly, calming the infants pressed to her chest once more.

Once all was calm again, Emilia let her eyes drift between the two headstones. “Papá, mi Amada, quiero que conozcas a Samara y Santiago.” I want you to meet Samara and Santiago. Amada had wanted to meet the twins, that much was made clear. She’d never even met them and declared her love in her final moments for them. And her father… She could picture him in whatever after life existed, playing with the children Emilia had lost before she’d even gotten to meet them herself. He’d have been a great grandfather, just as he was a great father. “Samara Francisca Michelé and Santiago Amado André Santos.” Mouthfuls Tony had complained, meaningful Emilia had argued. Ultimately she’d won. “Sammy and Jamie for short.” She sniffled again, wiping the back of her hand against her nose. “You never got to know them. But I promise they’ll know all about you, both of you.” Her voice wavered again, but no more tears fell.

Emilia sat there for several more minutes, quietly taking in the day around her. She felt calmer now, as if someone were watching over her. And perhaps she did have someone watching over her. Her father had always believed in something greater, something beyond this life. Emilia didn’t know what she believed in, but in that moment, she felt as if he was there. Or maybe it was both he and Amada, both watching over Emilia and the twins, both lending a comforting aura. She sighed softly as the wind picked up. It was getting chilly and she needed to get the twins home.

“I have to get them home. They weren’t supposed to be born yet.” Though Dr Benz assured her they were fine and well for being a month early, she knew she had to be cautious of how much exposure she gave them. “I’ll be back.” It was a promise. A promise her father, if he was there, knew all too well as she had visited him often in the two decades since his death. She sat there another moment and then pushed herself back to her feet. “Los amo, mis amores.” I love you, my loves.

As Emilia made her way across the cemetery once more, she felt lighter. Her heart wasn’t healed yet, not by far, but in that moment she didn’t feel so heavy. She didn’t feel as if the world were trying to crush her down to the ground. Samara and Santiago were wide awake and staring up at her, beautiful pairs of chocolate and honey staring up at her. She would make sure they knew everything she did about their older sister and their abuelo. The sun no longer felt needlessly bright, the birds no longer too cheery. Spring was dawning and thus was a new chapter in her life. At least that’s what she told herself.

#pre-124 #miscarriage mention: cw #very vague #almost 2k words oops #has not been proof read #if my spanish is wrong I blame Bekah going to bed #self-para #selfpara #self para

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rosepetals-flyingbirds · 5 years ago

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Alluring. (1/?)

With: Detective!Bucky x Witch!Reader.

Words: 1,630.

This based in my favorite movie, but I haven't watched it in... two years at least. The reader has a sister and its important in this storyline.

A lot of people are an only child like me and even if you have a sister sometimes the relationship isn't the best and besides the sister appearance will be described here so I chose the name Yasmin for the reader's sister. I wondered in creating a family name but I'll just write Y/N for your name and Y/L/N for your last name so it's all about... you.

I hope you like it. Let me know your thoughts.

You and Yasmin held each other's hands, a suitcase in the other ones. The dresses you two were wearing were black, it was after a funeral after all.

Dad died of a heart attack, and then mom in less than 2 months later. It was too fast, too sad to find her dead in the mattress.

Aunt Mira and Aunt Bim came in the house less than five minutes later, both crying, they held you two and said that both of you would go live with them.

And that is what happened.

The aunts were really freed of any parental accords, they allowed you and Yasmin to wear, eat, do whatever you wanted. No order to brush the teeth, nor orders to do homework.

It was nice to live with them, even if kids threw stones after school, even if they sang whenever you were around.

People were cruel and dangerous when scared.

Sitting in the table in the middle of the yard, the family were having a picnic. The table had all the fruits and slices of bread, you and Yasmin were dressed as angels, a fantasy you two used in the last Halloween and moving with aunts, you could wear it any time on any day, and the aunts were enjoying the breeze that the ocean nearby was conducting.

Aunt Mira took a sip of her tea and petted the small black cat's head, she brought him home of somewhere and it was a gift for you. "You know, for 400 hundred years, we, the Y/L/N family have always being blamed for anything bad that happened in that town. It all started with our ancestor Antonia. All of that because she was a witch, the first of our family, and the two of you are the most recent in that long bloodline."

"That is why they wanted to hang her? Because she was a witch?" You asked.

"Yes, well the fact that all the men in town were smithed by her didn't help much." Aunt Bim winked making you two laugh.

Mira nodded but continued the story. "But the truth is, they didn't like her because they feared her, all because she had a gift, a very special one, the gift of magic. The gift that all of us here has, and it was that very own gift that saved her life, when she jumped off of the wood with the rope around her neck already, the rope broke and she landed on the floor without a scratch."

The girls looked at their aunts trying to make sure it was the truth.

"And she survived, everyone ran out of the place yelling the devil's name and all that nonsense. She was banished from the city to this island part we are right now, of course in that time it was far not like now where we can walk 20 minutes and reach the city. Antonia stood alone, with a baby growing on her, the father was a lover she had, the one she truly loved. He promised he would be with her, that they would be together and happy, so she waited for him, but he never came. No one came, not him, not her parents that didn't have our gift and for that, they banished her from their own years before she was almost hanged. So, Antonia started to build this house," She pointed to the big house. "Of course with time and evolution it changed a lot, but we always lived in here. In a way or another. It was then, when Antonia found herself with a big belly and too much sadness in her heart that she cast a spell upon herself, that she would never again feel the agony of love. And with time, where she raised a baby by her own having to plant to eat and give her best to survive that all the pain she felt turned into bitterness and with that the spell turned into a curse. A curse on any man that dared to love a Y/L/N woman."

Yasmin looked down at her hands. "That is why daddy died?"

"Yes, my darling. Your mother knew, when the beetle ticking for your father's death all the long, because when a beetle tick is the time when the man you love is doomed to die."

Mira tried to cheer the situation. "And that is how you two came into our lives, and we love you two very very much."

The two of you looked sad, after all the normalcy that you had of believing in love while reading tales of princess couldn't be applied. Aunt Bim held your and Yasmin’s hand's over the table and shook them. "Its all story, the only curse we have, is being here in this beautiful day rather than take a beach's bath."

They laughed but aunt Mira rolled her eyes. "Come on Bim, you know very well that any man that dares to love a Y/L/N woman is destined to be 6 feet under."

"No, it isn't." She tried to alleviate the girls.

"What about my sweet Michael, uh?"

"It was an accident."

"No no no it was fate."

"It was an accident."

"It was fate."

"An accident."

"Fate!"

Yasmin smiled at her aunts bickering but looked at you before glancing at her aunt Mira. "Mommy died from a broken heart didn't she?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

The silence made prominent and you remembered the scene where you found your mother.

"Hey, little witch, let's go inside and train some spells."

"But we have homework."

"Oh shu pft. We will teach you two more than any school in the whole world could ever!”

And that is how you were raised, you and Yasmin attended school because even if the aunts were cool they wouldn't allow you two to not be educated.

You and Yasmin stood being close friends, especially since the kids would run away or throw rocks at the two of you.

But it wasn't so bad.

Even if people were judgmental whenever they wanted something they would go in secret to your house.

You and Yasmin were in the kitchen making tea with Aunt Bim when a woman knocked on the door, out of breath.

Aunt Mira sensed the reason for the woman's visit. "Girls, is time for bed, tomorrow we will try some new potions. Go up."

You looked at the door and grabbed Yasmin's hand going up to your bedroom, but when the aunts nodded to each other and opened the door, you two sat at the top of the stairs and paid attention to the late visitor.

Aunt Mira grabbed the big old book and Aunt Bim grabbed a dove for sacrifice. "He doesn't answer me anymore and I miss him and and-"

Mira opened the book but tried to put some sense in the woman's head before the process. "Maybe you can search for someone else, there are billions of men out there."

The woman looked incredulous. "I don't want anyone else, I want him! What the hell else would I be here for?"

Bim handed the bird to Mira, after giving the big needle with a black stone in the top of it.

The aunts chanted the words and the woman made her wish. "I want him to love me to the point where he can't handle it." She pierced the needle in the dove's heart.

You covered your eyes and Yasmin kept looking, intrigued about the spell.

"Be careful for what you wish for." Bim said to the woman.

Mira looked at you two in the top of the stairs and shook her head negatively at the espionage.

The woman left and Aunt Bim cleaned the needle and buried the dove in the garden. You were sad about it, apparently everyone only felt agony in love. Not only your cursed family but others too.

So later that night, when you stood awake staring at the ceiling, you decided to make a spell.

You left the bed and went to the greenhouse, carefully to not wake anyone. You started to place flower's petals on a wooden bowl.

"He will be handsome, with soft hair, bright eyes, the bluest eyes anyone ever had." You kept choosing the exact flowers for the spell. "He will listen to good music, will love animals and children."

Yasmin entered the greenhouse holding small Duncan and stared at you walking around in the middle of the night.

"He will be good, gentle when necessary but a knight when needed. He will have a metal arm like Robocop from the movies."

"This is silly!" Yasmin laughed, scaring you. "What are you doing?"

You let a relieved breath seeing it was only her. "A love spell."

"Why? And what Robocop has to do with it?” She giggled. “You know Robocop is just a movie."

"I know, that's is why. If he doesn't exist I won't feel the agony of love." Yasmin understood your reasoning but still was the complete opposite of you, she desperately wanted to fell in love, to understand why so many people came to the house searching for affection. "He will also have a four-leaf clover to give him luck and a star to shine and protect his way. He will be able to speak five languages! And he will know how to bake a cake in 10 minutes. His touch will be soft on me, but for me only, he won't cheat me nor die like the curse that follows us. He will be perfect."

"Y/N, is not possible to make a cake in 10 minutes! Aunt Mira take at least 40 minutes. And five languages? Not even the smartest person in the whole world could know all of those."

You smiled at her words, it was what you wanted anyway. You stepped in the window and held the wooden plate with one hand while you started to move your fingers with the other one, chatting the spell making the petals levitate.

"That is why, he doesn't exist, so I will not suffer, I will not die of a broken heart like mother, or like anyone else." The petals flew through the night, the moon shining their way around the sky and both of you stared at it, the way it flew through the night being illuminated by the moonshine.

You let a sigh before going back to bed. Holding Duncan in your arms and trying to sleep, and while your mind went further away, the spell kept fixed in your mind.

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@salimahbicharara-comun, @buckybabybaby, @waiting4inspiration

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #au!bucky

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pillow-ghost-nan · 5 years ago

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SPAMANO FANFICTION REC LIST

Because I’m a spamano trash and I think I’ve read way too many fanfictions than I should have.

I will try to keep this list updated. If you know some good story that isn’t here let me know. Also if there’s anything wrong with the sources feel free to message me too

Multichapter:

All of our flaws by lastdreamofmysoul

Antonio is a man whose world revolves around anyone but himself. Lovino is a man with dreams bigger than a job behind a drugstore counter. Antonio is broken; Lovino is incomplete. Will a chance meeting lead them to mending their cracks and finding their missing pieces? Human AU, trigger warning for self-harm. - Ongoing

Credo by Cameron Kennedy

AU, 1502. Fueled by revenge, Lovino Vargas hasn't failed an assassination job yet - but when a new Spanish captain comes to Rome, killing the unorthodox Antonio Carriedo might just be the death of him.

The lemon tree by StarsMadeinHeaven

AU Lovino didn't want to be a slave in that scary mansion. He needed to break free. The fight for independence, however, is a difficult path, and falling in love with the man that destroyed his life doesn't make things any easier.

This fanfiction is just absolutely beautiful. Everything is just 10/10

The Many Personalities of Spain by Writer-Girl-19

England casts a spell to rid himself of Spain. As expected it goes wrong; leaving Romano to deal with the many personalities of Spain. That sounds like a normal day for Romano, right? It would be if the personalities not had their own personifications. - Ongoing

And the Birds Sing No More by Burlesque Romantique

"Don't ever leave me." Lovino said nothing. He allowed the tense heaviness to settle among his shoulders, tighten his lungs, and spread between the space from where he stood to where Antonio was seated lethargically. Antonio's gaze sharpened. Lovino, inclining his head slightly, whispered, "I won't." Spamano, AU

Bottoms Up! by Sunny Day in February

Follow Lovino on his weird and, well, at least quite interesting trip around Europe in order to find out some of the greatest secrets ever about himself, Europe, tomato-shaped alarm clocks and the past of his lovely, but complicated Spanish partner.

This one is just hilarious. It is a bit silly but will definitely make you laugh from the beginning to end.

Softness and Light by betka23

AU. Odrzucany przez bliskich licealista Lovino nieoczekiwanie otrzymuje pomoc od swojego nauczyciela. Choć nie chce się do tego przyznać, coraz bardziej zależy mu na uczuciach Antonia. Spamano, zawiera także lekki FrUK i GerItę.

Translation: Lovino is a high school student rejected by his relatives. All of the sudden he receive help from his teacher, Antonio. Even though he doesn’t want to admit that he cares more and more about Antonio’s feelings. Spamano. FrUK and GerIta mentioned.

So this one is in Polish. If you don’t mind reading with a Google Translate help then I really recommend it. It’s short but it’s an amazing story.

Secret Tunnels from Madrid to Sicily by PrincessSmuttButt

When Antonio Fernández Carriedo begins work as a professor at a prestigious university in Britain, one of his students, a Sicilian boy who goes by the name Romano, immediately catches his eye. He is a clearly gifted writer, who closes himself off in the wake of a dark and painful history. Even wrapped in his darkness, pushing everyone away, Toni finds himself determined to bring out the potential within Romano...They drag each other into a passionate, inevitable affair--doomed, they know, to end in flames.

A very beautiful and mature story. It’s also amazingly written. I cried like little shit at the end.

Tesoro Mio by spinyfruit

Antonio’s the charming, handsome farmer with an infuriating Spanish accent, and Lovino is the mysterious wine entrepreneur who comes and goes. When Antonio falls in love, he throws society, expectations, and religion to the wayside, but can a strict Catholic like Lovino do the same?

We the Dreamers by TheGoliathBeetle

New York City, 1940: Antonio is a recently arrived refugee from Spain, a scarred soldier with firm political convictions. For Lovino, everything is pointless and nothing ever lasts. The two of them live, love and dream desperately, as World War Two threatens to take it all away.

Greasy by evetnt

Summer time 1955, a mechanic equally as hot as the weather had been fixing up Lovino's car for what felt like forever and their fascination with each other grows passed auto-shit and sandwiches even as the pressure from Lovino's over-protective grandfather and greaser/soc gangs rise. -ongoing

Tight Rope by TheFreakZone

Rich, spoiled kid Lovino Vargas hates pirates. Pirate captain Antonio Carriedo hates rich, spoiled kids. None of them ever thought they could feel something different from hatred towards one another. However, Fate seems to have different plans for them, and twists their lives in unexpected ways. -ongoing

Breathless in the Atmosphere by Spinyfruit

Antonio only needed money for marble. He needed to make his art. And a chance encounter on the subway offers him a job as a male escort. It was just for the money. He could stop anytime he wanted to. Really.

The Space Between the Balconies by Spinyfruit

There's a space between the balconies, where glances are stolen, smoke flies, and dreams wander. Lovino draws the blinds, and Antonio opens his windows. They see each other sometimes.

Left me crying like a little baby. This is one of my favourite spamano fanfiction. It’s short but absolutely powerful and touching

Dance with me by StarsMadeinHeaven

AU. Lovino Vargas started taking tango lessons completely by accident. Who would have thought that one day he wouldn't mind those hands roaming over his body? That he would be dancing with his teacher as if there was no one in the room but the two of them? -ongoing

Bésame Mucho by George deValier

WW2 AU. Lovino Vargas only ever wanted something exciting to happen in his boring, everyday Italian village existence. He never expected war, Resistance, love, passion, treason, or a cheerful, confusing, irritatingly attractive Spanish freedom fighter. -ongoing

Ok, I am very aware that everyone knows about this fanfiction but still I couldn’t resist

Numbered Lithograph by youaremarvelous

AU Spain x Romano. When Lovino starts attending art school with his brother he finds his most important lesson doesn't come from his professors, but from a culinary student at a sister school: sometimes the flaws hold the beauty.

Good Vibrations by The Cilantro Family

Lovino wasn't a fun guy to talk to, he knew this very well. When he signed he was speaking, not putting on a show. Usually his expression represented what he was feeling, rather than what he was saying. But this guy, for some reason, was different. He acted like he wanted to talk to Lovino even though Lovino had nothing interesting to say, and no interesting way to say it.

Oh boy, this fanfiction is one of the best things that happened to me. Absolutely recommend

One shots/ Two shots/ short stories:

Before the Snow Falls by Spinyfruit

Lovino, jersey number nine, right winger. He was ready to pass the ball, ready to set up the win, but Antonio, opposite team, center fielder, was ready too. Someone thought, and someone didn't, and they crashed. Hard. A few months later, Lovino's on crutches, Antonio has scholarships, and they have to deal with the aftermath of what happened. —Spamano, two-shot.

Liar by starshards

Spain cannot resist Romano, even though he hates himself for it.

Fool by faerichylde

Spain really was a fool. Otherwise he wouldn't have wanted Romano so badly. After all, fools always want what they don't have.

Rebels in a Sleeping City by konstellasjon

"I felt like we were in limbo, two blindingly awake rebels in this sleeping city. I didn't know your reasons for being up and about. But, you were, and so was I, grinning at you like it was going out of fashion."

Light by annapotterkiku

Lovino was convinced that he didn't have a soulmate.

25 MPH by writingandchocolatemilk

"Any reason you were driving fifteen miles under the speed limit?"

"Safety?"

Officer Vargas frowned. "Yeah, sure. Willing to take a breathalyzer test?"

"No!" Gilbert stumbled out of the car. "That is a bullshit request! Because if you don't, Antonio—"

"I'll shoot you," Officer Vargas muttered, and Antonio wasn't sure he actually heard that. He doesn't think he was supposed to. "Sorry, do you want to take the test, instead?"

Five Times Romano Unintentionally Made Spain Blush by darkhue

...and one time he did it on purpose.

Conversations on Cups by orphan_account

Lovino is not particularly fond of his job: working in a coffee shop can get infuriating, with the long orders and hard to spell names. But frustration at one customer has melded into friendship, and even that’s beginning to shift.

Leading the Blind by steingasse

Lovino Vargas’s life was simple, tedious, and a functional amount of lonely. Then one day a hung-over stranger broke in and passed out on his couch.

Door to Door by Canadino

Do not open the door. It could be a zombie, an unwanted boyfriend of your brother's, or a persistant salesman by the name Antonio Carriedo.

Chalk Dust by counterheist

Lovino Vargas (grandson, philosophy graduate, teacher, brother, man): 1. Fate: a lifetime. It’s a start.

The Spaniard and Death by Oboeist3

The tale of a young reaper, a heavy soul, and perhaps a bit of love.

whose thing is this anyway by ShippingEverything

In which Lovino and Antonio get their clothes, among other things, mixed up

Lovers by fuckingtomatoes

Antonio loved him. He loved everything about him

Language Barrier by TheFreakZone

Even though he doesn't understand him, Antonio loves talking to Lovino in Spanish. Lovino doesn't say it, but he loves it too.

It’s a story based on a prompt that Antonio thought that Lovino doesn’t know any Spanish so he kept saying many filthy things because he was sure that Lovi did not understand. Oh boy was he wrong Super cute and hot

Non Omnis Moriar by Burlesque Romantique

Antonio knew that once someone is bitten, they're dead after dying. So all he can do is run.

Unrighteous by SnowyWolff

Lovino has been unrighteously charged for crimes he did not commit and has been sent to teach at a remote northern Magical College. There, he meets Antonio, who makes the never-ending cold a little warmer.

Lifeline by antiheroics

AU (human names used); Suicidal Lovino Vargas makes a suicide pact online with equally suicidal Antonio. They meet, they get mistaken for a couple out on a date, they drink a lot of badtasting vodka, and Lovino begins to wonder not so much if he wants to kill himself, but if he wants Antonio to.

32 Thursdays by counterheist

Antonio is a physics student in love. To Lovino’s embarrassment, so is he.

Aroma by Jacquzy

This is how it happens; how Antonio Fernández Carriedo comes to fall in love with the sweet-scented child seven years his junior.

Progression by Horribibble

When the Vargas Famiglia lost its Don, Lovino was abruptly faced with all of his nightmares. The worst of which wants nothing more than to give him a kiss.

A Trip To The Cinema by lullabyemyuu

Surrounded by the ruins of the ruined cinema, an elderly Lovino both remembers and forgets.

I wouldn't if I were you by starshards

Romano comes to the shocking realisation that people actually think that Spain is attractive.

Cupcake by writingandchocolatemilk

"No, Lovino!" Feliciano pointed, tears evaporating. "It's a dog!"

"What?" Lovino looked around. "That's a fucking bear."

"Lovino," Antonio hissed, "be respectful! No swearing!"

"Shi—sorry. Antonio, look at that dog." Lovino pointed. "Look, it's a bear."

Ludwig leaned closer. "That's a newfoudland."

Lovino scowled at him. "That's a bear."

Disgustingly Sweet by Sunny Day in February

We all have this urge sometimes.

El Despertar by Tyranno's girl

Or 'The Awakening'. This world is filled with many strange things, people, and occurrences. Once must always be careful of who they put their trust into; everyone has a dark secret behind the mask they don in the day.

Spostare by Canadino

She was just one girl, one body in the whole human race, that made him realize he was undeniably, helplessly attracted to Antonio; and she was the one who stole Antonio's heart away. High school AU, onesided Spain/Romano

How It Is by counterheist

This is how it is in the house of the never-setting sun.

on the dimensionality of an n-night stand by counterheist

Antonio is the one night stand who just won’t leave.

Diplomat's Son by writingandchocolatemilk

Lovino is content to let Antonio touch him. Antonio is happy to do this, and he runs his hands up Lovino's sides, relishing at the feeling of skin against skin, at the quick heartbeat he can feel. His head spins and Lovino pulls him into another kiss.

"Oh, Lovino," Antonio murmurs.

"What?" he asks, sharp, but that just makes Antonio's heart melt. "Take off your shirt. I'm not going to be the only one naked."

"Yes, sir." Antonio laughs.

A Sprinkler of Disaster by SnowyWolff

Lovino comes home one day and the surprise that waits for him behind the door is not exactly what he had expected

Baile Con La Bula by Wendigo Heart

Romano thought the bulls were actually rather pathetic, allowing themselves to be slain. It was the matador’s control that really ignited his passion. But he would forever deny a certain matador’s passion; Romano refused to be his bull to slay -The original source was deleted... That was hell of a good fanfiction

The Art of Flying by The Goliath Beetle

They're both a little bit damaged, a little bit unscathed. Lovino can only truly see the world when Antonio describes it to him. Words can be magical, words can drive the darkness away.

Exasperation by ReinMaker

Lovino reflects on how it came to this, thanks to himself and his mother-in-law.

PWP/Porn with some plot/basically smut

Praise by learninghowtosmut

Tumblr request for praise kink, ft blindfolds and gross sappy adoration

Six Times Romano Failed at Seducing Spain (And One Time He Unintentionally Succeeded) by sapphiire moon

Spain is sick and tired of Romano constantly flirting in front of him, and so he decides to punish Romano by not having sex with him anymore. Romano does not like this at all, and he's determined to win his way back into Spain's bed (and heart) through seduction. Awkward, awkward seduction.

A Way to Say I Love You by sapphiire moon

Spain and Romano's first time

With No End in Sight by stardropdream (orphan_account)

It's hot and Antonio is distracted.

For The First Time In A Long Time by Chaosride

Antonio has been hunting like this as long as he's been a vampire. Human's were more ripe during sex, and the bite was pleasurable anyway, as long as he didn't drink too much, but this times a little different. He picked up an Italian in a bar, expecting a quick meal.

Beautiful by Chaosride

A tumblr prompt requested Spamano BDSM

Give and Take by mareepysheepy

After hundreds of years in the making, Romano is in what he would grudgingly call a relationship with Spain. At least he thinks he is. He's really not sure. Weren't relationships meant to be about mutual give, and take, after all?

Jesus Christ I think this is the best written smut I’ve ever seen

Spirito Di Punto by starshards

After Romano's driving skills send another car to super-car heaven, his boss decides that it's time for him to have something much more modest. Luckily for Romano, Spain's there to help him learn how to appreciate it.

Like a Virgin by The Cilantro Family

Antonio's never had sex before. Lovino walks him through it.

Great spamano writers:

Basically almost all of their fanfictions and great, I just didn’t want to put them all on the list

Canadino

TheGoliathBeetle

sapphiire moon (aka best spamano smut writer you can ever find)

StarsMadeinHeaven (former Happymood)

writingandchocolatemilk (basically tons of amazing spamano one-shots)

userscounterheist

SnowyWolff

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