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[clockwayswrites]

Cozytober Days... the rest? Game night, Wrapped in a soft, fuzzy blanket.

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It was unnerving how everyone’s attention turned to him as soon as he exited the bedroom. Jason scooted his chair back in clear invitation and Danny took up the offer. Once he’d settled into Jason’s lap, one of Jason’s large hands pressed comfortingly against Danny’s stomach, he gave a little wave to the table.

“People, this is my boyfriend Danny, he/him,” Jason said. “Danny, the protective jackass—”

“Hey!”

“—is my friend Roy, he/him. Next to him is Kori, she/her. Then we’ve got Cass, my sister, she/they; Babs, she/her; Dick, one of my brothers, he/they; Tim, another brother and a menace, any; Donna, she/her; and Wally, he/him.”

Danny looked around the group, trying to take in all the names and faces. Faces at least were easier. He leaned back against Jason’s broad chest and smirked a little. “Lots of red.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, no, that would be Dick’s fault. He has a thing for dating redheads.”

“Jason,” Dick said with a pout while Roy gave another offended ‘hey’.

“We,” Roy continued and motioned between himself and Dick, “did not date.”

Wally coughed obviously into his hand. “Fuck buddies.”

Tim slowly leaned forward to look at Dick. “Really? Even Roy? You have a problem, Dick.”

“It’s not my fault that redheads are the best people,” Dick said primly.

Kori and Roy high-fived with a ‘hell yeah’. Danny hid his smile behind a stolen sip of Jason’s drink. He could see why these people were Jason’s friends.

“Do you want us to redeal, Danny, or are you going to be on Jason’s team?” Babs asked.

Danny quickly motioned to Jason. Being out there with them was enough for right then.

“Okay,” she said with an easy smile.

Play resumed; Jason explained the basic rules quietly into Danny’s ear. Everyone was (almost suspiciously) patient and accepting of Danny being there and didn’t even prod him for any information until the absurd amount of pizza had been delivered. Danny squeezed in next to Jason on the large arm chair, still needing to be close if he was going to be out there.

It was Dick who started. “So Danny, how did you and Jason meet?”

“Library,” Danny said after he had swallowed his bite of margarita pizza. They variety the group had ordered was impressive. “At GU.”

“A library is usually a good place to find Jason,” Roy teased.

Jason just took another bite of his supreme and flicked Roy off.

“Are you still at Gotham University?” Babs asked. After Danny’s nod she added, “What degree are you getting?”

Those words were a little harder to force out, after what had happened that day. Jason’s thumb brushed under the too large sweater and against Danny’s skin. Danny took a breath. He could do this. He didn’t care what that professor thought. “Social work.”

“Oh, that’s great! I’m a librarian myself. It’s nice to have more people going into social based works,” she said with a really kind smile.

Danny smiled back and tucked himself a little shyly closer to Jason. He didn’t mean to be shy about things, but it was a lot of attention all on him. He wasn’t used to that when he wasn’t out as Phantom, and Phantom was years in the past at this point and something that Danny was still working through in therapy.

Tim was apparently ‘next’ and asked, “Where are you from?”

Danny motioned over his shoulder. “Ohio. Glad to be gone.”

Roy barked out a surprised laugh like that, but Tim just squinted for a moment before pulling out his phone.

“Holy shit,” Tim said, “that is actually the direction that Ohio is.”

Danny just shrugged.

“He’s like a passenger pigeon,” Jason said with a chuckle. “Danny always seems to know what direction north is, so as long as he knows where something is relative to where he is, he can find his way there.”

“Passenger pigeons are extinct,” Tim said.

“That too,” Danny quipped back, hiding his large smile with another bite of his pizza.

Jason’s laughter definitely confused everyone, but he just shook his head and didn’t explain. Thankfully, the attention left Danny for a bit, though there was obvious effort to include Danny in the conversation, verbally or not. It was… sweet of them. It was a surprise.

It was even more of a surprise when Wally suggested that Danny play a main roll in the next game.

“See, one player actually isn’t supposed to talk out loud at all!” Wally explained excitedly as he unpacked the box. “Their job is to play the ‘ghost’ who is giving clues to everyone else about who killed them and where with these cards!”

Danny took a sip of his beer to avoid laughing at the idea of him playing a ghost in a game.

“Because you’re a ghost,” Wally continued, “you can’t say anything to the ‘living’. So you wouldn’t have to talk! Which… like, I’m hoping doesn’t come across as rude at all? I just thought maybe it would be something fun. If you don’t want to do it or don’t like the idea or if I’m being a total jackass right now—”

Wally really could talk fast, couldn’t he? Danny made his thoughts known by taking the folded up game screen and setting it up in front of himself.

Instantly, Wally grinned. “Yeah? Okay! So let me explain how this game all goes. Come on, guys, get your butts over here.”

There was some good natured grumbling, but the few people still clustered around the island came back over to the table. A folding chair had been added to the now cramped space so that Danny had his own seat (not that he would have minded continuing to sit in Jason’s lap).

It proved fun playing the ‘ghost’ in the game. There was a surprising amount of thinking he had to do on his end and then he got to watch the rest of the pull the clues apart in all of the right and hilariously wrong ways. This group’s ability to over analyze was amazing and Danny enjoyed watching every moment of it. Thankfully they got there in the end.

“I am avenged,” Danny said when their final guess was right.

The table cheered and some of them high-fived. Danny smiled as he watched. It was much easier to smile then than it had been at the start of his visit. The smile turned into covering a yawn though as the exhaustion of everything hit.

Jason obviously noticed. He leaned forward to gather up the cards. “Okay you invading heathens. I think that’s the last game for the day. I know some of you have other shit to get to also this evening.”

“I guess it has gotten late,” Dick said, jumping obviously in to support Jason’s order despite some of the other good natured grumbling at the table about having to wrap up already. “But Danny, if you want, we’re having brunch at the Manor on Sunday, you’re welcome to join us.”

Danny froze at the offer. He couldn’t help the gut response even though he relaxed again quickly. Jason had been right, at least about those who were at the table tonight, his family were fine with Danny’s lack of words. After the initial awkwardness, Danny had been okay with not being able to say everything he wanted—or as much as he ever was okay with it.

“That sounds nice,” Danny said after a moment of thought later. “If I can make it.”

“We get it if not,” Dick said with an understanding smile. “It was still great to meet you. Now I can bother Jason about his cute boyfriend.”

“He so will,” Tim said from where he was trying to untangle the mess of coats and hand out the right thing to the right person.

“Of course he will,” Jason grumbled, but there was a softness to the complaining. He reached over and draped an arm behind Danny’s chair, apparently content to let the others do the picking up from their surprise invasion.

“It’s my legal right as a big brother,” Dick said.

Cass raised her hand.

“Yes, you have that right too as a big sister,” Dick said to her. Cass grinned in Jason’s direction.

“Okay, yeah yeah,” Jason said. “Wally, take the leftovers if you want them. I’ll deal with the dishes and bottles. Get, vermin.”

“Apparently we are mice now,” Kori said to Roy.

“Or rats.”

“Or bats.”

“Oh, totally not bats, only the Gotham vermin gets to be bats.”

“Duh.”

The group continued to debate what type of vermin eat of them was as they pushed through the door and out of Jason’s apartment. Jason got up after the door closed and they had a few moments of silence to lock the door and start shoving plates and glasses into the dishwasher.

“Thanks for putting up with the surprise invasion,” Jason said.

“They were nice. It was… nice,” Danny said. He folded up the chairs that could and set them against the wall.

“Still. And also I’m proud of you for coming out and being part of it. I know that’s hard for you on the good days.”

“It is, but this… this helped it be a better day,” Danny said. He was still speaking slower than normal, but at least the words were coming to him now.

Jason glanced up with one of his soft smiles. “I’m glad. I knew they’d love you.”

“They don’t love me,” Danny said. He could feel himself blushing, but stubbornly ignored that and picked up the beer and soda bottles to empty and recycle.

‘’You’re bound to be the new family favorite,” Jason teased.

“Lies. Can’t. I’m not even a Wayne.”

“Not yet,” Jason said it so easily and yet Danny couldn’t only look at him in surprise.

Jason came over and kissed Danny, gob smacked expression and all. He took the rest of the bottles out of Danny’s hand, dumped them in the recycling, and then pulled Danny close.

“I’m thinking soft blankets, catching up on some bad reality shows, and cuddling on the couch,” Jason said.

“I, yeah,” Danny said, trying to get his mind moving again. “That sounds like a really nice nice.”

“Good.” Jason kissed Danny again. “Go make one of your little nests of blankets. I’m going to start the dishwasher and I’ll be right over.”

“Got it,” Danny said and basically bounded to the couch and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders right away.

He didn’t know about the future. He didn’t know if he would be a Wayne or what would happen with school or where he’d be in five years. He didn’t know any of that, but he did know that coming over to Jason’s worked as it always did and the day was ending much better off than it had been. He did know that he loved Jason. He did know that Jason loved him. And right then, all of that was just perfectly enough.

[deehwang]

Tidak ada yang lebih mencemaskan dari karir seorang penulis--ini lebih dari menahan lapar, honor yang lewat tempo, bahkan masuk penjara--daripada menghasilkan karya yang didikte. Bukan karena ketidakmampuan. Mimpi buruk itu adalah kehilangan kewenangan menulis; dilarang menulis sesuatu yang telah menggerakkan nurani mereka, dari apa yang diyakini secara pribadi. Karena ketika kerja kreatif tak bisa dilakukan secara independen, masa depan karya tidak mujur terbaca, setidaknya yang lahir bukanlah sesuatu yang organik.

Ketika para pekerja seni dituntut tak lebih dari memproduksi produk propaganda, dan penyensoran dilakukan agar sejalan dengan yang dikendaki penguasa, proses kreatif akan membusuk sampai ke akarnya, karena pembatasan adalah kejahatan itu sendiri. Terjawablah, bahwa yang sudi menentang suara hatinya sendiri, yang takut kelaparan karena di jalan kepenulisan ia sadar ia bisa saja sendirian, para penggentar ini sebutlah demikian, adalah yang mengalami kesialan kemudian. Dengan segala keruwetan dan hiruk pikuk di dalamnya, buku novel ini bisa digarisbesarkan seperti pembuka di atas.

Berkaitan dengan realitas Uni Soviet, Bulgakov mulai menulisnya di tahun 1928 semasa rezim Stalin, atas alasan penyensoran ini tidak diterbitkan bahkan sampai penulisnya sendiri wafat. Awalnya rombongan setan di tahun 1930an--Behemoth, Koroviev, Azazello, Hella, dan utamanya Profesor Woland (nama yang kurang lazim di kalangan orang Rusia, digadang-gadang terinspirasi dari salah satu nama setan dalam Faust karya Goethe, disebut-sebut prototipe Stalin sendiri)--yang kunjungannya mendatangkan kekacauan di Moskow. Yang disasar adalah seniman, utamanya elit sastra. Di sisi lain, muncul penceritaan tentang Pontius Pilatus, prokurator Yudea. Sementara Master dan Margarita sendiri adalah sepasang kekasih gelap. Master adalah penulis yang namanya tak disebut sepanjang cerita, seorang penulis terasing (akan terjelaskan di paragraf berikutnya), sementara Margarita adalah kekasih yang menjual jiwanya pada si setan, agar si Master kembali menemui kewarasannya.

Master-Margarita. Setan-Yeshua. Master-Margarita-Setan-dan-Yeshua bersilangan kisahnya satu dengan yang lain.

Si Master ini sempat dirawat di rumah sakit jiwa setelah membuat satu manuskrip yang beririsan dengan agama (kisah penghukuman Yeshua Ha-Nozri oleh Prokurator Yudea). Ia mengirimkannya ke penerbit, walhasil dikritik dan dicemooh habis-habisan di koran-koran oleh kritikus kenamaan. Ini tentu membuatnya patah arang hingga dibakarnyalah manuskrip itu (hal ini dalam kenyataannya juga sempat dilakukan Bulgakov pada manuskrip pertamanya). Lantas apa kedudukan Master? Seseorang baru bisa menjadi penulis--dan diakui bahwa ia penulis dengan identitas, terlebih-lebih disejahterakan--apabila ia tergabung dalam semacam perkumpulan penulis di Soviet tempo dulu. Kenyataan yang disebut Koroviev sebagai sesuatu yang konyol, karena 'penulis tidak ditentukan oleh kartu identitas apa pun, tapi oleh apa yang ia tulis'. Dalam hal ini, terjelaskan posisi si Master, sebagaimana keenganan ia memberitahu namanya.

Sedari bab pertama pembaca telah diberitahu bahwa sekelas penyair sekali pun (nama pena Bezdomny) boleh dikuliahi si editor kondang Berlioz, untuk bagaimana caranya menulis sebuah puisi panjang anti-agama, menempatkan tokoh tertentu sebagai mitos belaka. Bagaimana pun caranya menyangkal keberadaannya. Sekali lagi, penulis diletakkan sebagai pion-pion politik yang dituntut ritme kekaryaannya dengan kebenaran versi penguasa. Isu yang diangkat dalam novel ini juga adalah tentang ateisme. Namun mari fokus pada olok-olok si narator tentang ideologi yang dipegang Uni Soviet kala itu, tentang penyamarataan kelas. Dengan kontrol semacam ini, akibatnya, para penulis malah tidak sibuk pada karyanya, melainkan berfokus pada properti yang bisa mereka miliki dan makanan-makanan yang tersaji di restoran mewah di gedung Massolit. Tokoh-tokoh yang, kamu tahu, menganggap ketidaktahuan sebagai kebahagiaan tertentu, tidak hanya untuk orang lain tapi juga bagi mereka sendiri. Maksudku, bagaimana bisa seseorang masih bisa mengunyah dengan lahap setelah mendengar kematian Berlioz yang tentu, cara kematiannya sama sekali tidak mengundang selera makan?

Kisah ganda mengalir sepanjang pembacaanku selama dua Minggu ini--dari Moskow ke Yudea, dan sebaliknya. Ada kebimbangan mengenai persepsi baik-buruk. Kehadiran rombongan setan yang justru memberikan 'keadilan' (aku agak kesulitan mengikutinya karena nama-nama Rusia amat mirip satu dengan yang lain), sudut pandang Pontius Pilatus yang memerintahkan melindungi namun kemudian membunuh Yudas, kehadiran dua sisi yang menegaskan bahwa baik buruk, benar salah, hitam putih, amatlah kabur batasnya, persis kematian dan kehidupan dalam buku ini dimana saking gampangnya ia seperti kepala yang diputus kemudian disambung lagi! Semuanya adalah persepsi yang gampang berbalik, dibangun dari kepentingan apa ia untuk kita dan dari bangku mana kita menonton semua kejadian itu.

Novel klasik ini padat makna, full of images, ilustrasi sampul dan isi yang sama memikat dengan referensi yang tersedia karena mempermudah bacaan, dan lucu--di beberapa bagian aku terpingkal oleh kekurangajaran Behemoth, si kucing hitam berukuran babi, dan Koroviev, menyoal uang asing di dalam toilet Bosoy ("tapi adakah saksi mata?" Bisiknya). Aku suka buku ini. Terlebih ketika Woland menyampaikan bahwa "manuscript don't burn", memperjelas duduk karya yang, sekali pun ia melawan sensor, sekali pun ditiadakan, ia akan tetap ada di ingatan orang-orang yang mendukungnya.

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[loverhymeswith]

Congrats on the milestone, Katy!! I’m not surprised because you are such a beautiful writer 💖✨

Could I request Chris Smith x Reader - fluff or smut - forced proximity and mutual pining - Train!

Haha is that too out there? 😆 when I was looking through the options I imagined Chris trying to squeeze into a sleeper cabin with reader -both trying to change and get ready for bed. As always, only if it inspires you, bby - Babs 💕

All Aboard | Chris Smith (Peacemaker) x Reader

Follower Celebration

Summary: Spending your week off in a cramped train cabin with Chris was not at the top of your to-do list...

Word Count: 666

A/N: Thank you @babblydrabbly for the prompt!💕 This is my first time writing for Chris, so a big thank you also to @lorecraft for beta-reading and reassuring me that he sounded ok! You guys are the best!

Staring out of the small rectangular window as a blur of rich green forest streaks by, you let out a quiet, dejected sigh. This is most decidedly not how you had envisioned spending your week off. Instead of relaxing at the beach and being served unlimited margaritas by jaw-droppingly handsome waiters, you find yourself squeezed into an impossibly small sleeper cabin onboard the overnight train from Austria to Germany. The scenery itself might be spectacular, but the less said about the company, the better.

“You wanna get changed first, or should I?”

The sound of your companion’s deep voice drags your attention away from the window and when you turn around you find yourself a matter of inches away from Chris’s broad chest. Waller’s briefing had instructed the pair of you to dress incognito, but while Peacemaker had ditched his red and cream uniform, the form-fitting black t-shirt he had opted for instead did little to hide the mountain of the man beneath.

Grumbling under your breath, you turn back around without answering his question and continue to stare out of the window. “Economos could have tried a little harder to get us a bigger cabin, don’t you think?”

“Actually, sleeper cabins are the most comfortable and spacious option when it comes to the night train. It’s basically like staying in a moving hotel.” 

Forgetting that Chris can’t see your expression, you pull a face at the glass; the man seems to have an answer for everything, but on the matter of space, you would be inclined to disagree. Even disregarding his impressive stature, there is barely enough room to swing a cat in the cramped compartment. Like it or not, you’re in for a cosy night.

“So, are you getting naked first or am I?” Chris continues. 

The comment causes a rush of heat to flood your body. You’re glad he can’t see your face; the last thing you want is for him to get a glimpse of your flustered expression. You’ve fought hard to ensure he remains oblivious to the shift in your feelings towards him over the last few months and you’ll be damned if Waller’s last minute machinations are going to change that.

“How about no one gets naked,” you suggest tightly, eventually turning away from the window. “Anyway, one of us should keep watch.”

“Keep watch for what exactly?” Chris frowns, taking a step closer to you. “The mark is in Frankfurt. No one knows we’re here. Relax.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he stops you by pressing a long, thick finger against your parted lips. “This was supposed to be your week off, right?” He ignores your startled expression and continues, his finger still resting gently against your mouth. “So how about you enjoy the trip? Let your hair down. Have some fun.”

In a gesture so slight, so subtle, that you almost wonder if you imagined it, he brushes his finger across the swell of your bottom lip, letting it linger for just a moment too long, before withdrawing his hand altogether. 

Dangerously close to your jaw hitting the floor, you snap your mouth shut and stare at Chris incredulously. He’s been flirting with you for months – half-hearted attempts to get into your pants – but this is different. It’s the first time the two of you have truly been alone together, and it’s almost as if he knows your feelings towards him have been rapidly thawing. 

The air seems to crackle with electricity as he proceeds to squeeze past you, his arm purposely brushing against your side. As if you’re no longer fully in control of your own movements, you turn your head and watch, heart racing, as he begins to strip out of the tight black t-shirt.

One way or another, you can’t help but suspect that this is going to be a long night.

[socalwriterbee]

Delayed

I'll just get to it. Lets see if I remember how to do this! I'm going into a holiday daze.

Book: Open Heart

Characters: Tessa Martinez (MC) x Ethan Ramsey

Word Count: 1844

Rating: Fluff

A/N: I'm participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event. A little spin on the prompt of a flight being canceled

A/N2: I've also used a prompt #23 by @choicesflashfics which will be in bold 'there's a snowstorm. I guess we're stuck in here together until it passes'.

A/N3: please forgive this Southern Californian on anything snow related. please also forgive any writing errors, the editor has clocked out.

Characters and other Open Heart mentions belong to pixelberry

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Logan International Airport was buzzing like a crazed beehive. Announcements of gates being changed or flights being delayed or canceled coming over the speaker system at the boarding gates around her. Tessa sat by her flight’s gate watching as families, couples and single travelers, like herself, frantically walked by occasionally stopping and looking at the departures screen to get the latest information on their flights. 

None of it was good news, her flight out was delayed for the second time. She hoped it wouldn’t be delayed for a third time or worse canceled, Tessa was counting down the minutes of boarding and getting out of the frigid cold of Boston and heading towards the warmer climate of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. It had become an odd family tradition of the Martinez’s, a few years ago, swapping the warm layered clothes and holiday drinks for bikini’s, flip flops and margaritas. 

It would be a Christmas without Ethan, her request had been approved but this year luck was not on their side. Ethan was not sitting next to her, reading the latest in The New England Journal of Medicine. His grunts and sighs as he read was something she was missing. Tessa had wanted to cancel the trip but Ethan wouldn’t hear it, he wanted her to go and spend time with her family. His family lived close, so it was easier to spend time with his dad before or after the holiday. But because her family was on the other side of the country, he couldn’t let her let this time off slip away.

Tessa straightened up in the chair she was sitting in, her back beginning to ache from sitting for hours. The novel Sienna had given her in her hands, reading and rereading the first sentence unable to get past it with everything that was going on around her. Her fingers tapping against the paperback, her mind wondering to Ethan, his shift ending soon at Edenbrook, maybe she should call or send him a text.

“Getting a bit angsty are we?” A delicate older voice asked her.

Tessa turned to see a lovely older lady giving her a warm smile. Dressed in a Christmas sweater along with a candy cane necklace and matching earrings. A gossip magazine in her hand, Tessa gave her a smile of her own.

“Just a bit.” She answered, extending her hand out and introducing herself. “Tessa.” 

The soft and delicate hand takes hers. “Barbara. But you my dear can call me Babs like my husband does.” Removing her hand from Tessa’s she pats the thigh of the man sitting next to her, one Tessa assumed was her husband. “Pat, dear, this is Tessa. She is also on her way to Texas.”

“That’s wonderful dear. Nice to meet you.” He says as they shake hands. “Have you been Dallas?”

“I haven’t. But its only a layover I’m afraid, I’m on my way to Mexico. Which at this rate doesn’t look like I’ll be making that flight out.”

“Oh don’t you worry my dear everything will work its self out. You’ll be where you are meant to be.” She pats Tessa on her knee. “Someone special waiting for you in Mexico?” 

“Babs leave the poor girl alone.” Pat tells his wife.

“Hush. Don’t pay him much attention.”

Tessa fights back a laugh at little banter of Pat and Barbara. “My special someone is here. My family should be arriving in Mexico as we speak. My boyfriend and I couldn’t get the time off together this year, I don’t blame the hospital, it’s a busy time. We had been lucky in the past.”

Barbara’s blue eyes light up at her words. “You’re a Doctor?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh why didn’t you say so, there has been this thing bothering Pat for sometime. Maybe you can help.”

“I—uh…” Tessa stumbles with a response. Not that she wouldn’t help Pat but the airport was not the place to discuss personal medical information.

Before she can come up with something to say her phone chimes with a familiar tone she set up for one Ethan Ramsey.

“Excuse me. I need to get this.” Tessa tells the elderly couple before standing and grabbing her bag and carry-on.

“Of course, of course dear. We’ll try and save the seat for you. It brings me comfort to know there will be a doctor on the flight.” Barbara gave her a soft smile as she made her way away from the gate area.

God!

Of all the things for Ethan to say!

She couldn’t believe he would say such a thing. Now it was bound to happen it, was out there in the universe. 

There was a coffee stand near her but she eyed a bar a few more steps down. The smart choice would be to go for another cup of coffee, at this point she needed something stronger. It’ll be a reminder of what is waiting for her, Tessa thought. 

One margarita was harmless after all.

After making herself to the bar, she settled in as she waited for her drink. Tessa let the images of the tropical town in Mexico take over. The soft sandy beach, the warm sun tanning her golden skin. One that has gone pale with the season. One of many margaritas in her hand as she listened to the waves of the ocean crash onto the shore.

The buzzing of the airport seemed to get louder but that could be from the people watching whatever sport was playing on the screens as her drink was delivered. 

Taking a sip of the margarita, Tessa opened up her phone and went to the weather app to see if what Ethan had told her would be true. 

Surely enough, a blizzard was forecasted to start late in the evening. Tessa silently cursed Ethan under her breath, even though she knew it wasn’t his fault but he wasn’t here so he wouldn’t even know. 

From where she sat, Tessa could see the departure board, and like lights on a Christmas tree, right before her eyes, flights were lighting up canceled red. Frantically grabbing her things and leaving her barely touched margarita behind, Tessa weaved and excused herself after bumping into fellow passengers. 

She searched for her flight information, breathing a small sigh of relief as its still displayed delayed.

After staring for what seemed like forever to make sure there was no change as she walked away, her drink long forgotten, Tessa made her way back to her gate. Looking around, the once semi full area was now almost empty. Babs and Pat were no longer in the seats she sat next to. Maybe she should go back and wait for them to return, a conversation with them would make time go by.

Instead she took a seat that looked out on to the tarmac, Tessa began to see the white specks of snow beginning to fall. She closed her eyes, praying that it was just that specks of snow, before pulling out her book once more. This time Tessa was determined to get past the first line.

Unfortunately after some time, she didn’t know how much of it had passed, she closed it. The gossip magazine she purchased here calling her name. A faint smile spread across her face at the words Ethan said to her through their chat. He knew her like no one else did. 

As she opened the magazine, a bit of sadness creeped in. Not because it was beginning to snow and the higher chance of the flight being canceled was more than likely as time went by. It was this certain doctor back in town that she was going to miss. How carefree he became with her family, how truly relaxed he became under the Mexican sun. 

Tessa let out a sigh.

“Your secret is safe with me Tess.” A deep familiar voice said behind her.

Tessa slowly turns and right before her eyes there he stands, all six foot and three inches of him. Dressed in his usual dark slacks, blue button up shirt and tie but instead of his white coat, Ethan has on the camel colored overcoat she had gotten him.

His blue eyes soften as she smiles at him. “And what secret is that?” Tessa asks him.

Before answering Ethan takes the open seat next to her. “That you prefer this celebrity magazine.” He taps on the magazine in her lap. “Over the book your best friend got you.” He finishes.

“I would hope so. I didn’t beg you for a gossip queen and a tattle tale Ramsey.”

Tessa took his warm hand in hers and interlaced their fingers and leaned in to him and placed a soft gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Ethan, what are you doing here? How did you get pass TSA?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t have much time before they come charging.” He chuckled.

“Oh god! It’s a Christmas miracle!” Tessa playfully gasped. “The Ethan Ramsey made a joke!”

“Haha…very funny.”

A small moment of silence fell between them, Tessa rested her head against Ethan. On instinct his head rests against hers as its done many times before. Until it hit Tessa once more and she wondered how did Ethan got to her gate. He wouldn’t would he? That would be the only way, right? Or had his request been approved last minute and he was lucky enough to buy a ticket on this flight? Now that would have been a Christmas Miracle.

“I bought a ticket Rookie.” Ethan answered the question running through her mind. “I didn’t want you stuck at the airport alone when—.”

“The flight gets canceled.” Tessa finished. “Besides being back home with you was sounding better than being in another country without you.”

“Thank you Tess, but I know that’s a lie. You love being somewhere warmer than the frigid cold of the East Coast.”

Tessa lifts her head and faces him.“Ok you caught me, that is true but I loved it because you were there too. A relaxed, worry free Ethan takes over and that is one of the things I love to see.”

Without responding Ethan leans in towards her and places a soft kiss against her lips. He was about to kiss her again when there was announcement coming from the airline counter.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, today’s flight from Boston to Dallas has been canceled.”

Tessa didn’t hear the rest of what was being said. She turned and once more rested her head against Ethan, giving his hand that were still interlaced with each other a soft squeeze. The once light white specks of snow had now turned into a heavy downfall, covering everything outside.

“Looks like there’s a snowstorm. I guess we’re stuck in here together until it passes.” She tells him. Barbara’s words from earlier coming back to her, this right here with Ethan was where she is meant to be.

Ethan places a kiss on the top of her head. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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Tags: @cariantha @openheartfanfics @txemrn @peonierose @nikirennie87 @issabees @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesflashfics

[byneddiedingo]

Anna Massey and Barry Foster in Frenzy (Alfred Hitchcock, 1972) Cast: Jon Finch, Barry Foster, Barbara Leigh-Hunt, Anna Massey, Alec McCowen, Vivien Merchant, Billie Whitelaw, Clive Swift, Bernard Cribbins, Jean Marsh. Screenplay: Anthony Shaffer, based on a novel by Arthur La Bern. Cinematography: Gilbert Taylor. Film editing: John Jympson Frenzy is so often called a "return to form" by critics commenting on Alfred Hitchcock's films that it's worth parsing that phrase a bit. What's generally meant is that after the triumph of Psycho (1960), Hitchcock's films seemed to decline in quality: To the critics of the day, The Birds (1963) felt like a gimmicky monster movie, Marnie (1964) an overdone, miscast psychological drama, Torn Curtain (1966) and Topaz (1969) attempts to cash in on the James Bond-era vogue for spy movies. Later generations of critics have found intelligent things to say about some of these films (though there are few ardent defenders of Torn Curtain and Topaz), largely because of their ability to see the Hitchcock oeuvre as a whole and to work in the revelations of the Hitchcock biographers about the director's obsessions and predilections. But Frenzy was for many mainstream critics what Roger Ebert called it: "the kind of thriller Hitchcock was making in the 1940s, filled with macabre details, incongruous humor, and the desperation of a man convicted of a crime he didn't commit." I would qualify that observation with the remark that Frenzy is the kind of film Hitchcock couldn't have made in the 1940s because of the Production Code's restrictions on nudity, sex outside of marriage, and excessive violence. Liberated from the Code, Frenzy is rated R. And I think Hitchcock's delighted rush into the new era of frankness in film may have had a destructive effect on his ability to maintain consistency of tone. A scene like the rape-murder of Brenda Blaney (Barbara Leigh-Hunt) belongs to a different kind of film than the domestic comedy of Inspector Oxford (Alec McCowen) and his gourmet-cook wife (Vivien Merchant), and there's something a little too obvious about the snap of Mrs. Oxford's bread stick as her husband is recounting how Rusk had to break Babs Milligan's (Anna Massey) fingers to retrieve his stickpin. There is no heart in the film, the way there was in films of the 1940s like Shadow of a Doubt (1943) or Notorious (1946), in which we could feel anxiety over the plight of the characters. Hitchcock does seem to want us to feel some real-world horror at Brenda's reciting Psalm 91 and trying to cover her bared breast as she's being raped, but even that invocation of sympathy feels out of place later, especially when Babs's corpse is treated for comedy when her feet keep finding their way into Rusk's face. And a "joke" like that of the man in the pub who quips "every cloud has a silver lining" on learning that the killer rapes his victims before strangling them should never have found its way onto film. There is much to admire in Frenzy: Hitchcock never did a more skillful scene than the one in which the camera follows Babs and Rusk (Barry Foster) up to the flat where we know she's going to die, and then silently retreats back down the stairs and across the busy street. McCowen and Merchant skillfully play the comedy of the husband and wife dinner table scenes -- the soupe aux poissons is particularly unappetizing. I especially like the bit in which Mrs. Oxford offers a drink to the sergeant who brings news of the case to the inspector: It's a new cocktail called a "margarita," she explains, made with what she pronounces "tekwila." The sergeant has to leave, however, so she swigs the drink he has abandoned and then, with a rather odd look on her face, hastily makes her exit. But too often in Frenzy what Hitchcock thinks is naughty is just nasty.

[cavenewstimes]

This TikTok Grandma Just Shared Her Recipe for Homemade Margarita Popsicles

Frozen margaritas in popsicle form? Count us in. On hot summer days, there’s nothing quite like enjoying an icy drink while the sun beats down. For me, the most refreshing summer drink is a frozen margarita. Imagine, though, a recipe that’s even better than the average frozen marg. Hello, margarita popsicles! How to Make Margarita Popsicles This recipe is from TikTok’s favorite grandma, Babs…

[zx-ta]

I’m so out of my comfort zone and I just love Babs ♥

South Side Bridge from The Urbz.

“ “Hey buddy, wanna buy some fireworks?” If so, you’ve come to the right place. Browsing among the old tin-roofed red brick buildings you’re sure to stumble on Louie’s Flameworks, home of the bootleg fireworks production plant. Louie is always short-handed and looking for new blood. Some skill with a sledgehammer and a willingness to mess with Louie’s competition are also a plus. A familiar double-wide goon is guarding the door to the Lucky Six casino where games of chance and a self-serve juice bar await Urbz who are in the know. The well-appointed bathroom, with leopard skin rug and Mission-style bookshelf, is a great place to refresh yourself. ”

[babblydrabbly]

I'm by no means organized enough for something like this, but I thought I'd give it a shot. 2021 has been a lot for me, like I know it's been for a lot of you. I started this blog a few years ago and left it untouched because I didn't think my stories were interesting enough to post. Fast forward to August of this year, when I found some truly amazing pieces of fiction and a community of writers that post such amazing fuckin' shit it's crazy. I spent so much time lurking in fandom, and it wasn't until now that all these beautiful works encouraged me to start posting too. Now there's more than 600 of you putting up with the shit that I write? Preposterous. So here's to all the writers/readers/friends who've kept me sane, and a dollop of fics that have brought me oodles of joy. This list isn't everything I've read this year, but it's a lot of rad fics I recommend anybody read if you haven't already. ILY ♥ My Rec Tag || * = Indicates darkfic/dubcon warning

DCEU/Suicide Squad

♦ Rick Flag ♦ ♦ Jealousy by @fearthespork || rick flag x f!reader ♦ "Friends? I don't think so..." by @cockslut-padalecki || rick flag x reader ♦ Venus Fly Trap by @hxbbit || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Distant Heartbeat by @sweetfictionalworld || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Sleepy I Love You by @lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Please by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Panties by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Love Me Now by @greymoonfeelings || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Just Be by @softmamawrites || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Lurk by @spidershmider || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Break the Ice by @a-reader-and-a-writer || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Disciplinary Action by @foli-vora || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Sex Pollen by @charnelhouse || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Cafe Desires by @fairchildflag || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Facade by fairchildflag || rick flag x f!freader ♦ Kinktober Day 28 by @lacontroller1991 || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Thawing of a Heart by @mistycreativelilacs || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Lonely This Christmas? by @loverhymeswith || rick flag x f!freader ♦ Happy New Year by loverhymeswith || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Pledge Allegiance by @klmurr || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Pity Me, I need You by @ohcaptains || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Fire and Ice by @blackbat05 || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Made to Heal Series by @priceof-freedom || rick flag x f!reader ♦ A Sharp Reprimand by @clints-lucky-arrow || rick flag x f!reader ♦ C.M. Ceasefire by clints-lucky-arrow || rick flag x f!reader ♦ It's Something Along the Way by @velocibeewords || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Embrace What I Cannot Control by @lady-of-glass-and-bone || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Ten Out of Ten by fearthespork || Special shout out for this fic, for inspiring me to write rick flag fanfiction in the first place. All of their Rick fics are amazing ♥♥♥ ♦ Digger Harkness ♦ ♦ Dreamin' by @floral-and-fine || digger harkness x f!reader ♦ Robert DuBois ♦ ♦ Kinktober Day 5 by lacontroller1991 || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ Reckless by blackbat05 || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ A Good Show by clints-lucky-arrow || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ Harley Quinn ♦ ♦ Imagine Harley and you doing couple costumes for Halloween by @sserpente || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ One day I just wanna hear you say, "I like you" by @rabesbabe || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Don't Mind by @thewitchandtheassassin || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ She's One of a Kind by @harleen-isleyy || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Crazy In Love by @forever-more-never-again || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Poly!Squad ♦ ♦ Bionic Exile Series by lacontroller1991 & @yelenas-lova || rick flag x f!reader x takeshi kovacs (altered carbon) ♦ Kitty by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader x robert dubois ♦ More Sharing by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader x bucky barnes (mcu) ♦ Poison Ivy x f!reader x Harley Quinn by @babyjordy ♦ A Work of Art Series by lorecraft || suicide squad x f!reader* ♦ Kinktober Day 8 by lacontroller1991 || rick flag x f!reader x digger harkness ♦ Within and Without by @rosemaremembrance || rick flag x f!reader x harley quinn ♦ Rick Flag x F!Reader x Harley by charnelhouse

The Killing (Stephen Holder)

♦ Enough series by loverhymeswith || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Addiction by @belovasupremacy || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Girlfriend by belovasupremacy || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Nasty Habits by klmurr || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Blue Pill by greymoonfeelings || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Someone Always Gets Hurt by a-reader-and-a-writer || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Can't Stay Mad At You by @heresathreebee || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Caught In Between by @yespolkadotkitty || stephen holder x f!reader x erik heller (hanna)

Marvel/MCU

♦ Along Came a Spider by a-reader-and-a-writer || peter parker x f!reader ♦ I Want to Kill You Like They Do in the Movies by @boop-le-snoot || dr. octavis x f!reader ♦ Hot Cocoa Kissing by clints-lucky-arrow || clint barton x f!reader ♦ "It's the day of Anne's wedding" by charnelhouse || eddie brock x f!reader x Venom ♦ Need by @yourbucky084 || matt murdock x f!reader*

The Mandolorian

♦ Take a Bath by @green-socks || din djarin x f!reader ♦ Face Sitting with Din Djarin by @autumnleaves1991 || din djarin x f!reader ♦ Do As I Say by @arahxdjarin || din djarin x f!reader x cobb vanth ♦ This is the Tea by yespolkadotkitty || din djarin x f!reader* ♦ A World that We Design Series by lorecraft || cobb vanth x f!reader x original male character

And lastly, just a Happy New Year shout out to all the people who I see on my dash or on my posts, or who just brighten my day around here. Hello friends, ILY ♥

@reysorigins || @nerdysuperchick || @nikixie || @marvelousmermaid || @knivesareout || @deadangeluniverse || @dangelus || @femalefilmaker || @riddikulus-obsessions || @t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o || @weallhaveadestiny || beardburnsupersoldiers || aestheticallywinchester || princessmisery666 || lawfulgranola || rrtxmct || rexorangecouny || a-girl-who-loves-disney || billhaderginsberg || spookyssidepiece || natashawhinterar || laprvphette || girlnred ||

[collectivefandomstuff]

Bruce: [walking through the manor. Stops in front of the door to one of the guest rooms because he can hear voices and music inside]

Bruce: [opens the door to see Stephanie, Cass, Harper, and Babs lounging around the room to the tunes of Taylor Swift]

Steph: [sitting on the bed, putting on eyeliner] Hi Bruce what's up?

Bruce: I... didn't know you were here.

Babs: [with an avocado face mask on, sipping mimosa through a straw] it's the best place for girl's night

Harper: [doing Cass' hair but stopping to drink her margarita every few seconds] we can all have our own bathroom

Cass: [soaking her nails in oil] Jacuzzi

Bruce:

Bruce: Why aren't you in Cassandra's room?

Steph: [moving on to mascara] vicinity to the pool

Bruce: oh

Bruce: Well, as long as you're staying safe-

Babs: what kind of danger could we possibly be in?

Bruce:

Bruce: [serious] I'm going to level with you. I am an only child and I mostly raised boys. I have no idea how to parent in this situation, and when that happens I just say "well, as long as you're staying safe" and hope for the best.

Babs: [thoughtful] That explains a lot of Dick's fashion choices

Steph: You know it's fine to just leave, right?

Harper: It IS girl's night

Cass: No boys allowed

Bruce: [relieved] Ok.

Babs: Why are you here anyway?

Bruce: I heard the noise when I was looking for Tim-

Tim: [pops up from behind the bed with his hair braided and a full face of make-up] yeah?

Bruce:

Bruce: what

Tim: [waves a bottle of nail polish] I'm doing my toes

Bruce:

Bruce: Well, as long as you're staying safe-

[kevinvoncrastenburg]

The Ladies Of Urbzville. ✨

[strangledwires]

The Urbz | Character Details | South Side Bridge

Louie Bricks / Jimmy Two-Shoes / Luke Laruffle / Babs Margarita / Pamela Sneer

Forgot to do Pam's backshot! ^^;; Both Louie & Jimmy's left thumbs appear to be "broken" in their closer up shots? I'm unsure if this is a normal glitch or a result of emulation.

[666mistyday]

as your local alcoholic im gonna tell you what i think the type of drunk each of the (legal) batfam would be and what is their preferred drink (tw alcohol)

Bruce: whiskey on the rocks and some times beer and i feel like he would get drunker on beer and he is a heavy weight, it takes him almost all of the bottle to get drunk. He would be your emotional drunk which is rare that he's actually wasted but when he is oh my god, he is huging everyone his voice is slurred and kinda loud but not a chaotic drunk. He never drinks too much at a gala, he has to be comfortable to let himself be, usually at the manor or around people he trusts.

Dick: is a vodka bitch, in whatever presentation except for shots he cannot do shots, his favorite is vodka soda. Is so touchy and you best believe he does backflips hes like "look guys look" and he starts Cirque du Soleil his ass off. Sometimes he would be impatient and can punch a wall, his emotions are all over the place. Doesn't black out and is the guy who is drinking water in between drinks. He does sleep like a rock afterwards. At a bar surrounded by people he trusts.

Jason: anything, he's not picky but he almost never does it, the vibes have to be right to do so. Likes drinking shots. His face neck and chest gets super red. His favorite drink is a coke and rum. He zones out when drunk drunk, if he is tipsy talks a lot. He has to be with people he is comfortable with and in a familiar place if shit hits the fan.

Babs: piña coladas or margaritas (she also likes jello shots), anything that resembles the tropical weather and not the dark clouds of Gotham. Is not a lightweight at all. She can get a little aggressive and will not say no to a fight, especially if its a guy preying on a drunk girl. I feel like she goes to queer bars and enjoy a good drag show.

Alfred: martinis or wine. Is a cool and classy drunk, kinda giggly sometimes. When tipsy (he never gets drunk) he is like under the lie detector if he smirks he is telling the truth, his cheeks are kinda are kinda rosey. He never drinks outside the manor, usually drinks in special occasions or in familiar stetting.

[steelycunt]

if you liked bulgakovs writing and want something light-hearted (ish? is there any russian literature that's truly light-hearted? questionable) then you might like heart of a dog. its like frankenstein meeting sirius black bc the guy makes a human out of a dog. and then chaos ensues.

it's mostly a class commentary but also funny and short!! bulgakov fucking hated stalin bless his heart.

ahh thank you!! that sounds fucking WILD but actually doesn’t surprise me coming from the author of the master and margarita aha. will defo be looking that up thank you for the rec bab!!

[gothamcitytrash]

Batfam Headcanon #3

Cass , Babs , Steph , Selina , Kate , Harper and Carrie have monthly girls night , Tim is an honorary member , Dick always wants to be invited but they know he won’t be able to be humble once he has a full face of Glam , Damian thinks it ridiculous and he also doesn’t like when Titus and Alfred the cat leave to hang out with them , Jason secretly wants to join but he’s too embarrassed so the girls decide to have a Secret Girls Night and Jason’s place so he can feel included and Bruce and Alfred are just happy that everyone is being nice to each other ( Alfred brings Cookies and reluctantly Margaritas )