#clinton shorter

[mlobsters]

was trying to watch the next supernatural episode and ...

just cried (again) over some comparative thing i'm doing for midnight mass and true detective, but was like it's spn watching time, not working on a dumb little project time. so i'm not sure i'm in a great mindset. let's see

oh maybe i should rewatch the s8e23 church scene now, see if it gets a response this time. science! nope. wtf. i'm one of the weepiest motherfuckers out there, i don't get this at all.

so i was thinking maybe i should bail on the ep today and see if i can grab some music from the expanse that might be similar to the bit used in the scene i mentioned.

well i don't remember the show well enough to think of specific scenes with that particular type of music so i go watch the title sequence to see if the music is close enough (which are FUCKING GORGEOUS and the MUSIC [composed by clinton shorter]) and that, people of the jury, MADE ME CRY. see: weepiest motherfucker. but sam breaking down in the church, nothing??? does not compute.

you know how sometimes a show will have a fucking slick, amazing title sequence with just the right music and you're like hot DAMN this show is gonna be awesome. but the titles wrote a check the show sadly could not cash? well, not the case with the expanse! i've read hundreds of scifi novels. i felt like so few movies (and rarer, tv shows) captured the feeling of even your run of the mill scifi book. this series delivered on a wish i had in my head for science fiction on tv. i read the books first, and the tv adaptation in some ways is better. and i really enjoyed the books, very much so.

anyway, i am terrible at selling people on watching things. but watch the expanse if you have even an iota of interest in science fiction. no caveats! some shows are recommended with reservations by me (a la america's test kitchen) like: the magicians. but the expanse is like, best buy, recommended ✅✅

fun fact maybe, clinton shorter did the music for district 9 too. that's a movie that also delivered on a wish, but it was hard to watch because of the emotions, so i haven't rewatched it

[marmorada]

lol is it normal for Arab men to be short as fuck or was Arafat really that much of a disgusting manlet

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Jenni's Version): Future II

Grace Clinton x Reader

Alexia Putellas x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Your children meet Alexia

"Mama!" Jaume complains," Leave my hair alone!"

Alexia stifles her laugh as Olga continues to rake her fingers through Jaume's hair. It had been a long fight between them about the length for years now.

Jaume liked it a bit longer while Olga preferred it to be clipped a bit shorter so it would stop falling into his eyes when he walked.

"I'm just making it neat."

"It's fine!"

Alexia sighs. "Can we go in now? The others are waiting."

It's a monthly tradition to meet up at Alexia's Mama's house with the rest of the extended family. This argument happened every time they pulled up.

Olga frowns at Jaume as he forces his hair back to how it was before, shaking her head. "Fine."

Alexia lets them all into the house, already knowing the party had migrated to the garden with the barbeque set up and beers already opened.

"Say hello to your Abuela first, Jaume," Alexia calls after him as her son rushes off to grab food," And tell her you love her!"

Jaume gives no indication that he hears her and he doesn't need to be reminded.

"He better be polite to his cousins," Alexia grumbles as Jaume makes a quick pitstop with Eli before hurrying to load up his plate.

"He will be. You know him."

Jaume's sweet really. A big softie but after playing a big match yesterday and sleeping most of the day away, it was stupid to get between him and food.

Alexia shakes her head fondly at her son before surveying the group. Her aunts and uncles and cousins are all there with their own kids. Alba's holding a baby that Alexia doesn't quite recognise.

There's a little boy running around as well that she doesn't recognise either and that's when Alexia spots you.

It's been years but Alexia would recognise you anywhere.

The last time she'd seen you, you were nearly seventeen, doing your last performance with your ballet company in Spain that Alexia had to secretly buy tickets to see.

You'd gone to England then for a year or two and last Alexia heard you were dancing in France.

You fondly look down at the little boy as he crashes into you, sweeping his messy hair out of his eyes before sending him on his way.

Alba passes the baby to you and you hold her so comfortably that she must be yours.

You have children...and Alexia didn't know at all.

"Ale?"

"I'm fine," She tells Olga, sucking in a deep breath and painting on a smile," I'm fine."

But she's not fine and she's even more not fine when an arm pulls you closer by your waist and you back easily into the body of Grace Clinton.

Grace Clinton who plays for Lyon in France and who Alexia knows there is only one reason for why she would be in Spain now.

She's your wife.

You have matching wedding bands and the boy looks up adoringly at her.

You have children with a woman who is at least a decade older than you...

You look happy though, smiling up at her sweetly as she pulls faces at the baby.

"Alexia!" Eli's voice snaps Alexia out of her daze. "You send your son to see me but can't even greet your old mother?"

"You're not that old, Mama," Alexia says, kissing Eli's cheeks," You look good for your age."

"The comfort of good food and family," Eli replies," Come, sit, eat. There is more than enough to go around. Knowing your uncle, I will be sending everyone home with seconds!"

Alexia sits, talks and laughs but her eyes keep travelling back to you and your little family.

You're on the other side of the garden, with your baby and your wife and one of Alexia's cousins fawning over her.

"Bisabuela!" The little boy appears suddenly and Alexia jolts. He looks like you but he's got Clinton's mannerisms even though there's a big train on his shirt.

"Ah, James!" Eli says," What can I do for you?"

"Mami has lost Livy's bag again!" He tells her," Do you know where it is?"

"I will take it," Eli says," I am overdue Olivia cuddles. Sit, eat some food, James."

The boy - James - climbs up onto Eli's now abandoned seat and tucks into some brisket. He devours it in a way that only a growing boy can.

"Are you related to my Mami?" He asks suddenly and his eyes are on Alexia's.

She winces. "Yes. I am."

"You look like her like how Alba does."

"I'm Alba's sister."

James nods. "My sister Livy's named after Alba. Olivia Alba."

Alexia forces a smile on her face. "That's nice."

"I'm named after Bisabuela, kind of. James Eliot but Mami and Mummy call me James Eli."

"That's nice," Alexia says," It's always important to honour family."

Her eyes drift over to Jaume, who looks torn between approaching you or hanging back. He's always had some kind of hero worship for you, his mysterious older sister who lived with Jenni. He's still got that now as he steels himself and slowly heads over.

"How are you related to my Mami then? I know Alba's Mami's Tia so are you her Tia too?"

"I'm Bambi's-"

"That's not my Mami's name," James interrupts," Not really anyway. Sometimes Abuela calls her that but she says it's a nickname."

Alexia's heart stops. She knows that Abuela must be Jenni and she isn't sure what she expected. Of course Abuela is Jenni. Of course Alexia isn't.

James has no idea who she is.

James has no idea who Alexia is...who Alexia was to you.

"What's your Mami's name then?" Alexia asks instead.

"Beautiful. That's what Mummy calls her. Mummy's name is Amor..." He frowns. "Or Idiot because that's what Mami calls her when she's angry."

"When I knew your Mami, everyone called her Bambi."

James nods. "Like the deer. Abuela made me watch that film when she looked after me and Livy last week."

"It's a good film, isn't it?"

"It is!" His plate is empty and he frowns. Alexia's plate is full and he reaches for some of hers.

"James," Grace Clinton says," What have I said about stealing food?"

James puffs out his cheeks. "But she's family! She's Mami's Tia! You said I'm allowed to if it's family!"

"I said no even if it is family!"

Alexia can feel the weight of Grace's gaze on her even as she banters with her son. Alexia can feel herself being sized up as Grace takes Eli's seat and places James on her lap.

James eats off Grace's plate as the two adults stare at each other.

Alexia played against Grace a few times when Grace was just starting her international career. She's older now, wiser and captain of the team that had beaten Barcelona in the Champion's League final two times in a row just a few years ago.

Grace Clinton is your wife.

She is the other mother of your children. Sweet, sweet James and Olivia, who is now being gently passed into an awestruck Jaume's arms.

Alexia settles on giving her an awkward smile.

"James," Grace says, tickling his tummy," Can you go share our plate with Mami? I'm sure she's hungry."

James goes off quickly and now it's just Alexia and Grace.

"I love my wife," Grace says suddenly," And I love my kids. Coming back here with them is a lot for her, you have to understand."

"I do."

"She wants them to know her family outside of just Jenni. She comes from Spain and she doesn't want them to not know that part of themselves."

"I get it."

"Good." Grace nods. There's silence for a moment before Grace quells Alexia's fears in one sentence. "She's happy."

Grace fades into the background then as more of the family appears around the table, conversations washing over her as Alexia catches up with her cousins.

It takes a while before you approach and Alexia holds her breath. You're holding your breath too as you perch on Grace's lap, desperately clutching your baby tighter to you.

It's stupid, you think. You should be over this. It happened so long ago. You're a different person now but seeing Alexia put you on edge, especially so near your children.

You had nearly burst into tears seeing her talking to James, halfway between running towards them and just collapsing. Grace had gone in your place but you were even more unnerved now, having little Livy so close.

Olivia couldn't care less though, making soft little noises as she sat happily in your arms.

You peck at your food, unease rolling in your stomach as you felt Alexia's gaze on your side profile.

Grace adjusts behind you, a soft kiss being pressed against the back of your ear.

"Half," She implores," Please, beautiful. It's hot today. You didn't eat much at breakfast."

You had always had a strange relationship with food. It ebbed and flowed when you were a teenager. It had changed again when you were pregnant, another little human relying you on to keep them healthy.

But, still, sometimes you struggle when you feel off.

You nod though, unable to deny your wife anything.

Grace's arm around your waist is warm and comforting. The smile you know she is sporting is comforting too, even though you can't see it.

You usually went to these alone, once a year, even after you'd given birth to James. Grace's Spanish wasn't the greatest and her accent made her speaking almost unintelligible sometimes but it was nice she was here to support you, to whisk you and the kids away the moment you wanted.

You turn your head, meeting Alexia's eyes.

She smiled awkwardly at you and you smiled even more awkwardly back.

"His shirt," She says, the first words she's spoken to you all afternoon," He likes trains?"

You look down bashfully. "He took more after me than we expected."

Alexia bites her lip, debating back and forth whether or not to continue. "How long are you staying?"

"Two weeks."

"I...I have some trains at home. Jaume is too old for them now. Would James-?"

You nod, a real smile appearing on your face. "He would like that, thank you."

You tilt towards Alexia, showing her Olivia more obviously.

You don't let her touch your baby. You don't want her touching either of your children. But you can stomach this, for now.

"This is Olivia," You say," She's nearly one."

"She's beautiful."

Grace grins behind you. "Just like my wife."

[ticktockmyclockworkhart]

Redesigning trolls part 3: funk trolls!

This was another case of characters who I really didn't think needed much because they SLAYED already but yknow lol...

You know the drill, below the cut are my not-so-little design notes!

So on funk trolls as a whole: I can't for the life of me tell you what they're supposed to be. One of my friends told me they looked like llamas so that's what I'm taking and running with. I also thought it was sort of interesting how only some of the funk trolls are quadrupedal and then there are some bipedal ones. So in my interpretation of funk trolls, they can all go bipedal or quadrupedal as they so choose. Leaning into interpreting them as llamas, I gave them hooves, but only on their back legs. So in my little canon they have stronger back legs than forelegs and can push up and stand straight in a bipedal stance or drop down to all fours, it's ultimately however each individual prefers to stand. I also changed their noses to be more snout-like and gave them tails which are on the shorter end. Anyway onto the individual designs!

For King Quincy, I didn't change too much but had to take out the thing that bothered me the most. THAT. BEARD. That teal color clashes so hard with his design and bothers the shit out of me. I know it mirrors George Clinton’s look pretty directly but the teal in his beard (in pictures where he has it) isn’t as strong nor is he a bright purple, lol. He already has all those layers of fluff and streamers (whatever they are exactly...?), why can't we fuse them? Originally I kept the OG beard shape but eventually I decided I wanted to use his fur and streamers to become a beard, again going for a more llama/alpaca wool look. Can't say I changed much beyond that though!

As for Queen Essence, again that beautiful woman is just about perfect so I just spiced her up a little. For one, I thought it was kinda unfair she didn't get a cool cloak like her husband, so I gave her a smaller one that drapes over the back. I kept everything very silver-tinted in her accessories to match all the gold in King Quincy's outfit. I also added a ring to her fingers, not going for all the rings that Quincy has but I wanted a wedding ring for the two of them! You can see the rings match showing a stone with the body color of the other partner.

I just love these two, they absolutely OOZE the energy of “my wife and I saw you across the bar and we love your vibe”.

Hope you vibe with these funky trolls!

[septembriseur]

Soliciting recommendations for film, tv, and similar music that I can listen to while writing. Recent successes include Ludwig Goransson’s Oppenheimer score, James Newton Howard’s A Hidden Life score, and a bunch of piano covers of stuff. Stuff I have used in the past and am kind of burned out on includes Daniel Hart’s Green Knight score, Max Richter’s Leftovers score, and Clinton Shorter’s Expanse score.

Ideally I am always searching for, like, an Expanse score that I haven’t heard before— that blend of space and mysticism. I go back and forth on being burned out on the Battlestar Galactica score.

Thoughts?

[rfxiii]

I loooove the way you write Franklin could we get him with a hyper fem s/o 🩷🩷

(First of all- I’m so sorry for how late this is! And second- my dumb ass misread this like five times and originally thought you meant like hyperfem. So, I wrote a list of headcanons and a short scenario for Franklin with both a Hyperactive fem s/o and a Hyperfeminine s/o. Sorry for the mix up and tysm for the kind words and the Franklin love 💚)

Franklin Clinton with a hyperfeminine S/O:

*TW: none*

(I did a few headcanons first and then a little short scenario at the end for both)

He loves you no matter what, but you being super feminine is crazy cute to him.

Just because you’re very feminine doesn’t mean you can’t look out for yourself, but Franklin finds himself looking out for you just a little more because of it. He’ll treat you delicately and almost like a princess- opening your door at the car or when you’re going in a building, giving you his jacket when it’s cold or rainy, offering to pay to get your nails done or let you take his card/some cash to buy makeup.

He’ll offer to go shopping with you. He’s not a huge fan of going shopping, but it’s an excuse for him to sit in the changing room with you and watch you model some of the skimpier, shorter skirts and dresses you’ve picked out.

He’ll buy cute, lacy, pink lingerie for you or suggest you both go shopping together so he can pick you things out.

If you mention, even off-handedly, that you like something you saw in a shop, expect to get it as a gift in the next few days.

He will, begrudgingly, let you try out makeup/ nail polish on him. But absolutely no pictures and he’s asking you nicely (begging) to take it off pretty soon after. He loves you, and he loves seeing you happy when you do stuff like this, and he’s not self conscious or insecure about himself for letting you put makeup on him. But if Trevor, or worse, Lamar ever saw him with his makeup done and his nails painted he’d never let it go.

He’s a little more open to any skincare routines you want him to try with you though. He’s a really attractive guy, and if a lotion or serum keeps him staying this pretty he’s not going to complain.

**

You’d been out with your friends all day- shopping, then heading to the nail salon, only to stop at a cafe before making your way back to Franklin’s house in the Vinewood Hills just as the sun was beginning to set. He never minds when you’re gone with your friends, he’s always been perfect like that. And while he was, by far, the best man you’d ever had the fortune of dating, you knew he did also appreciate the reprieve from being your designated shopping buddy for the day.

You throw open the heavy front door, striding in as your heels click softly against the cold floor. You stop briefly to deposit your shopping bags by the stairs, he always carries them to the bedroom for you anyways, before heading into the house and calling out for him, “Franklin! Frank? Baby, I’m home.”

An arm sneaks gently around your waist, playfully pulling you backwards as his hands rest on your abdomen- his fingers teasingly dancing against the skin exposed from under your light pink crop top, “Have fun, baby girl?” he murmurs against your neck, swaying you both in a gentle dance.

“Mhmm! I got my nails done. Wanna see?” you chirp, a grin growing on your lip gloss painted lips as you look over your shoulder and bat your long lashes at him.

He takes your wrist delicately in his rough hand, twirling you around to face him. A blush darkens your cheeks as you playfully cover your lips to stifle your giggling- the display giving him a view of your freshly manicured nails. He takes your hand in his, holding it like fragile glass and bringing your knuckles to his lips for a kiss, “Damn, girl. You always know just what to pick- always out here lookin’ like a damn angel.” he praises graciously, like he really may believe he’s privileged to even be in your presence.

He’s treated you like royalty from the moment you’d met. But if you were a queen to him, then he was more than a king to you. He treated you like you were everything to him. He waits on you without question- opening car doors, carrying your bag, even going so far as to keep backups of your makeup staples on him in the glovebox of his car.

He’s a handsome man- put together, intelligent, well spoken, and determined to get the best out of life that he can. He’s so strong. But still, you’d feared in the beginning that your affinity to the softer, more feminine things in life would grow to be too high maintenance for him. But time and time again he’d proven, without fail, that he loves you for you.

You loop your arms around his neck, pressing against him as you bat your lashes at him, “Sooo~ Do you wanna see what I bought today?” you pry, knowing good and well he’ll agree- it’s practically like living with your own, personal hype man at the ready.

“Aight, come on, then.” Franklin chuckles, offering you his arm and leading you off to the door so he can collect your bags.

He sets the bags in the huge closet for you, seating himself on the edge of the bed as he waits with the interest of a man engrossed in his favorite sports game. You fight back a giggle as you undress and put together your first outfit- never failing to feel the butterflies in your stomach from how dedicated he is to you. With a soft “ah!” you locate the dress you’d been searching for- a short, skin tight little number in a fun, flattering color that suited your style perfectly. You shimmy the dress up your hips, admiring the way it hugs you in all the perfect places before you’re sliding on the new, matching heels to complete the outfit. With a satisfied hum you stride from the closet, replicating your best model walk and turning to show off your best angles to your grinning boyfriend.

“Aight! Daaamn! Look at you, girl!” Franklin calls, leaning forward and looking you up and down like he can’t get enough, “Now what the hell you doin’ in LS? Why ain’t you over in Paris doing a fashion show?”

“Frank! Stooop it!” you whine playfully despite both of you knowing how much you adored his affectionate, genuine responses.

“Come’er.” he smirks, leaning back and patting his lap. He’s so damn cheeky, and there’s not a single thing about him that you’d change.

You glide over confidently, the heels clicking softly against the floor until you come to a stop before him. He grabs your waist gently and you find yourself hiking your already short dress up even further to straddle his hips and rest your palms on his shoulders. He leans in slowly and presses a deep kiss to your lips, appreciating the sweet, soft scent of your perfume and your warm skin under his hands, “How the hell did I get so lucky?” he mutters against your lips while his fingers tease the warm skin of your thighs.

“You can thank your buddy, Lamar, for that one.” you giggles, losing yourself into even more laughter as you watch his face sour playfully at the mention of his raucous, wild best friend.

“Right- yeah, that fool is the last thing I want on my mind right now!” Franklin groans, dropping his head to your chest and not so discreetly pressing his face between your breasts. You stifle a laugh, pulling him up and peppering his face with kisses- soothing his joking distress about the mentions of Lamar.

“You’re right, baby.. Only thing I want on your mind is me~” you coo softly. You pull him into another soft, playful kiss before pulling away as a devious grin splits your lips, “Sooo… Ya wanna see what else I bought? I got it for you.”

“For me?” Franklin questions with a painfully cute tilt of his head and curiosity in his warm, puppy dog eyes, “I got all I need right here, baby girl.” he teases despite the obvious anticipation on his face.

You nod slowly, biting your lip and brushing your sharp, freshly manicured nails against his cheek, “Yeah.. You gotta unwrap it first though..”

It takes him a moment to understand, and when he does his eyes widen and a soft chuckle slips from his smirking lips, “My god, baby! You really are too damn perfect for me.” he breathes out- lifting you up and tossing you playfully against the mattress.

Needless to say, your new outfit was cast aside and easily forgotten for the remainder of the night.

Franklin Clinton with a hyper!Fem S/O:

Franklin is a pretty relaxed, chill guy. But you being more energetic and hyper always has a way of making him laugh. He thinks your random spurts of energy and the random things you have to say are honestly the cutest shit.

It always amuses him when you randomly get the zoomies- no matter how long you’ve been together. One minute you’ll be laying together on the couch watching tv and the next you’ll be jumping on top of him or playfully biting his arm.

Sometimes you’ll catch him at just the right time for him to be silly af with you. It’s rare, but occasionally you’ll slide into the room with intent to annoy him only for him to snatch you up and tickle you or toss you onto the couch.

Sometimes your hyper energy and Lamar’s hyper energy will combine when you’re all hanging out. It kind of makes Franklin crazy, but he loves you. So it’s always Lamar that gets bitched at for “being annoying”.

He can usually tell when you’re gearing up to do something crazy. It’ll start with a little giggle when you poke him or tug on his shirt, then your laying in his lap trying to mess with things on his phone when he’s trying to text, and suddenly you're sitting on his lap talking his ear off. He never knows peace anymore, but he loves you so it doesn’t bother him too bad.

You bring him out of his shell fairly easily. He’s not exactly shy, but he is a more introverted, calm guy. Your hyper, talkative nature helps him open up a bit more in social situations.

When you’re off for a long day out and he sees you climb into the passenger's seat with a large coffee/energy drink, he knows he’s in for it for the rest of the day.

**

“Ay, babe- what do you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking we could- AH!”

You giggle loudly as you pull away from Franklin, having gently sunk your teeth into his forearm while he’d been focusing on looking at takeout apps on his phone. He gives you a tired but playful blank look, scowling at the little teeth marks in his arm before pouting at you, “Seriously? If you was that hungry you shoulda said something sooner.” he chuckles, pulling you against his side to look at his phone together.

You laugh at his observation, peppering kisses across his cheek and nuzzling energetically against his side, “I just love you! You stopped paying attention to me- I got bored!”

Franklin snorts softly, shaking his head and relaxing again with his focus back on finding food, “Fair enough, I guess. But for real- what do you wanna eat tonight?” he questions, already anticipating a silly response by the grin growing on your lips.

“Hmmm… What if we got pizza? Oh, oh! Or there’s that Indian place across town? But that Thai restaurant has really great noodles! Ummm-.. What do you want?” you rattle on, shifting onto your knees and leaning against him until your nose is nearly pressed to his cheek with an imploring look in your eyes.

You’d been dating for months now, and almost always around this time of night you got an even wilder burst of energy than your regular hyper self. He’s become more than accustomed to it, and even truly looked forward to your silly antics most days.

Franklin grins at your enthusiastic barrage of food options, clearly entertained by your excitement. He leans in to give you a soft kiss on the lips before replying, "You know what, baby girl? Fuck it! We'll order somethin’ from all of those places. What do you say to that?"

Your eyes light up with joy at the suggestion, and you plant a quick kiss on his cheek, exclaiming, "For real? That’s awesome! You really are the best, Frank!"

You both playfully argue over specific foods to order, and your excitement is contagious. Franklin can't help but chuckle at your infectious enthusiasm. He’s always been so cool and collected- especially in comparison to his best friend, Lamar. But with you, it’s like your hyper, enthusiastic personality opens him up to experiencing things with a new level of excitement. You love this side of him- more relaxed and fun loving, not always having to be the smart one or the leader. He’s able to just have fun when he’s with you. You’d feared, several times in your relationship, that your hyperactive attitude would eventually put him off or annoy him. But every day he surprises you by encouraging your spontaneous decisions and even lets himself get dragged along for the ride.

You really couldn’t have asked for a better man than Franklin Clinton.

[alsopurp]

If you've been looking for a Black & queer perspective on AMC's Anne Rice's Interview With the Vampire .. we got you covered ✨

Catch my latest episode of REFERENTIAL with award-winning poet Derrick Austin!

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I’m joined on this episode by award-winning poet and vampire aficionado Derrick Austin!

We delve into the most recent adaptation of Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles, AMC’s Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire (Starring Jacob Anderson, Sam Reid, Bailey Bass, Eric Bogosian & Assad Zaman)

This conversation also includes our thoughts on the original book [Book 1 of The Vampire Chronicles] and the 1994 film adaptation of the story (Directed by Neil Jordan and starring Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt & Kirsten Dunst)

[spoilers all!]

+ Find out how we fit the following in

Early 90s straight-washing 

Race-blind casting vs adding to the narrative

Repressed desire and the glass closet

The existential terrors of being alive

‘Demonic White Daddies’

Queer hierarchies of privilege 

Mentorship and inter-community conflict

Abusive relationships

Selfishness & the toxicity of ‘queer families’

‘Containing’ Claudia

In defence of Armand 

The glass closets and taking queerness outside

De-centring whiteness in queer narratives

Clinton-era ‘radicalism’ today

Creole Lady Marmalade

Fantasies of carefree existence 

Rabid fanbases

This is a story about control.

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[acrossthewavesoftime]

top five things YOU have written 🫵🫵 that you're ok with sharing ofc :3

That's a very difficult and interesting question, thank you! :) I don't really know if I can pick five and rate them in a set hierarchy. I like many things I write, shorter and longer, finished and unfinished, so here are 5 that come to mind:

I don't write for it very often, but what I write, I enjoy writing a lot. The early 19th century AU which I came up with for @nordleuchten in which a few generations ago the Stuarts managed to produce some sort of heir, making the Hannovarians bog standard German provincial rulers instead of British monarchs. The man you know as George III and his heir, Prinz Georg stand to inherit the throne as it is expected that the Stuart line will come to an end in their lifetime. Georg is pretty much good old Prinny, who however decides to take drastic measures when he finds that being patronised by his dad as a grown man has become insufferable. He decides to take an alias and join the British navy, because what else cries freedom so much as watching romantic sunsets at sea? In the act of leaving clandestinely, he is caught by one Karoline von Braunschweig, a beloathed cousin acting as his mother's lady-in-waiting. Georg takes to life at sea like a duck to water despite the fact that it turns out to be nothing like what he imagined, and becomes a celebrated hero of the Napoleonic Wars. Hijinks ensue when his cover is blown, his brother Ernst tries to take over the succession, and he realises he doesn't actually loathe Karoline, quite on the contrary, really. Karoline meanwhile has to explain a big belly away, and George sails for a place called Trafalgar... It's all delightfully off and the real George and Caroline would probably disapprove, but sometimes, certain AUs are not meant to be very accurate, just a little silly.

Less silly and as far as my research goes, as close to history as possible, my story on Henry Clinton and Mary Baddeley. I have written so much about the two already, it's almost a novel. I am fascinated by the mutual respect, suppressed affection and surprisingly good documentation there is. Theoretically, their relationship is a communist party meeting worth of red flags; a power dynamic between employer and employee, a substantial age gap, Mary being very much reliant on Clinton's protection from beng sexually harrassed by an officer in her husband's regiment and him falling in love with her while she was pregnant with her husband's child are just the most obvious ones. Regardless of all these things, both, given time, found love. Let's hope I will finish it one day so we can have the big budget adaptation i'm dreaming of ever since learning about the two...

I have a similar thing going for the Graveses, which is a little more light-hearted in that both Mrs and Mr Admiral were two very outspoken people, with Margaret in particular passing judgements on people in her letters worthy of Jane Austen novels. There is some tragedy in that they met at a point in their lives where they both seem to have still been processing the death of a beloved loved one, and both helped raise a child that was not their own. Given their eventful lives, bubbly family and their very loud personalities, however, I think this one writes itself a little easier.

A Stuart AU in which Maria Beatrice d'Este, now Queen of England, has had enough. Identifying, in her mind, her husband's unchanging licentious ways as the reason why God takes all her children from her young, she decides to commit regicide when she realises she is pregnant once more, in order to protect this child at least; because if James is dead, he can no longer commits acts displeasing God, right? The flaws in her logic aside, she makes this last desperate attempt to suffocate James, the husband who has abused her for so long, both physically and mentally, in his sleep with a cushion, but fails as he wakes up. Fleeing England in the middle of the night, Maria Beatrice manages to find a passage to the continent and makes it to The Hague, where the Prince and Princess of Orange now have a political scandal on their hands. What ensues is an intense triangular situation in which everyone is faced with ghosts of the past; Maria Beatrice, who never wanted to get married and have children, is faced by the involuntarily childless Mary who would do everything to be a mother; William by his own conduct towards Mary when they were newly-wed, which he finds himself reminded of by some things Maria Beatrice recounts of her marriage, fearing he may have mistreated Mary, and all three of them by the question of who will one day be James' heir, Mary, or the baby, if it turns out to be a boy, Maria Beatrice is about to have? Includes such memorable scenes as the one in which William feeds a toddler potential pretender a waffle while engineering his ascension to the throne during a council meeting (hey, the waffle-thing at least is based on an event and person during his own childhood, so).

I'm currently writing a little something quite light-hearted featuring Louise de Kérouaille and exploring her perspective on her relationship with Charles II, which I find quite delightful.

If any of you want to know something else about the stories (since I don't post them to AO3), feel free to ask. :)

[princessaredhel]

❦ Of the Noldor | a fanmix for the Noldor, from their days in Valinor till the Third Kinslaying and the beginning of Gil-galad's reign. [spotify] 

“They are the Deep Elves, the friends of Aulë; and they are renowned in song, for they fought and laboured long and grievously in the northern lands of old.”

1. Ages of the Golden Wood - Chance Thomas | 2. My Name is Lincoln - Steve Jablonsky | 3. Isabel the Strong - Steve Jablonsky | 4. Anakin’s Betrayal - John Williams | 5. All of Them! - Hans Zimmer | 6. Wall of Ice - Ramin Djawadi | 7. Obliviate - Alexandre Desplat | 8. My People Were Horsemen - Clinton Shorter | 9. For Blood, for Glory, for Honor - Jeremy Soule | 10. Twilight and Shadow (feat. Renee Fleming) - Howard Shore | 11. Optimus - Steve Jablonsky | 12. Jodie’s Suite - Lorne Balfe | 13. Last Chance (Remastered) - Brand X Music | 14. Dragon Age Inquisition Theme - Trevor Morris | 15. Assassin’s Creed Theme - Lorne Balfe | 16. Pandora - Immediate Music | 17. Into Eternity - Brian Tyler | 18. Lords of Lankhmar - Audiomachine | 19. Elegy - Brand X Music | 20. Farewell to Lorien - Howard Shore | 21. Dust and Light - Twelve Titans Music.

[ravenromanova]

Hello Solider

Pairings: Bucky x oc

warnings: the red room

word count 1.4k (The chapters will get longer i swear)

(uhhh idk how this posted since it wasn’t supposed to post until wednesday but uh here’s the third chapter i guess 😭)

~

Lilith's p.o.v *present time Lilith is 34*

Where am i? What day is it? Why am i so cold? How did i get here? How long have i been asleep? Where is the solider?

My minds running wild as i open my eyes. I don’t recognize the room or clothes i’m in. I try to move my hands and feet but quickly learn that they are bound to the bed.

“HELLO?!” My voice cracks as i yell hoping that someone can hear me.

    "She’s awake. Go wipe and prep her then we will give her the mission." I hear the mumbled words of some guards at the door. My fear grows stronger when i hear I’m gonna be wiped again. I keep trying to pull at my restraints but it proves to be no use again.

      The door suddenly bursts open and two guards i’ve never seen before walk in. I’m suddenly wheeled out of the room on the bed as i scream and trash. One of the guards puts a muzzle on me as we enter a room i don’t know.

“She needs to be wiped and prepped.” One shorter guard says to the doctor and the doctor nods. I’m put in the middle of the room and the muzzle gets taken off, and it gets replaced by a bite guard i know all too well. They tighten the straps on the table before injecting me with a sedative.

My eyes grow heavy but i don’t fall asleep as i see the machine come down on my head. The screams that come out of my throat as it attaches to my head is nothing short of blood curdling. I get zapped about fifteen times before i’m drooling and cant speak.

Dreykov walks in after i get wiped so he can give me my mission. I slowly open my eyes as i hear him walk in. He grabs a chair and sits in front of me before grabbing my face and smacking me conscious.

“Доброе утро бабочка. Мы вытащили тебя на очень важную миссию. Крайне важно, чтобы вы выполнили эту миссию безупречно. понял?” (Good morning butterfly. We pulled you out for a very important mission. It is imperative you complete this mission flawlessly. understood?) He asks as one of the agents hands him a manila folder.

“понял” (understood) I reply back blankly not being able to think right now. He hands me the folder and i try to focus my eyes so i can read it. When i open the folder and see the name "Avengers" on the front page and read what the mission details are. The mission details state that my objective is to get rid of all the avengers. Along with the objective is a list of names. I take my time reading it over knowing that the quicker i read the quicker i leave.

                                               TARGETS

 1.) Tony Stark (AKA Iron Man)

2.) Steve Rogers ( AKA Captain America)

3.) Natasha Romanoff (No Alias)

4.) Clinton Barton (AKA Hawkeye)

5.) Bruce Banner (AKA Hulk)

6.) James Barnes (No Alias)

7.) Samuel Wilson (AKA Falcon)

8.) Wanda Maximoff (AKA The Scarlet Witch)

9.) Pietro Maximoff (AKA Quicksliver)

10.) James Rhodes (AKA War Machine) 

As i read over my targets my eyebrows furrow at the two names without aliases that’s a little weird for a whole group of superhero’s. I just move past it and continue reading my objective which seems to be to take out all the Avengers.

I’m apparently supposed to pose as a party guest for Tony Starks party and take out the members one by one as i get them alone. The mission seems pretty simple. Nothing i haven’t done before so it shouldn’t be a problem.. or so i thought.

“должно быть легко” (should be easy) I say as i finish up reading the mission report.

Dreykov and hands the book to a guard telling him to program me right before we leave for the party. The guard nods his head and Dreykov turns his attention back to me.

”Хорошо, теперь иди готовься, и ты уйдешь, как только закончишь бабочку” (Good now go get ready and you will be leaving as soon as you’re done butterfly) Dreykovs replies handing me two duffel bags and clothes for now.

I walk out of the room with the duffel bags and clothes in my hands and make my way back to my room until we leave. I only have enough time to get dressed before i’m told we need to leave by two guards outside my room.

When i open the door i see the short guard from before along with one i never seen before. I just walk past them and make my way onto the jet without speaking. As i sit down i let out a deep breath and try to focus on my mission.

  I try to relax a little on the jet ride but for some reason i get two of my targets names out of my head. Natasha Romanoff and James Barnes... those two feel oddly familiar to me and i can't figure out why. I try to push off the feelings of familiarity out of my head but its hard for some reason.

Hours go by and we finally land at some dusty ass motel and i walk into a room that i was lead to by the two guards who i still don't know. When i walk into the room i'm hit with the stench of death and mold and i cringe as i'm hit with the smells. I go and sit on the edge of the bed and lay back on the dusty bed trying to calm myself before tomorrow night. I decide to close my eyes for a little as i lay back in the bed but thats ruined as soon as the door swings open. 

"we have to put her to sleep for the night then we will wake her up two hours before the party." guard says to the other one he walked in with. I can barely open my eyes before i'm stuck with a needle in my neck and everything goes dark.

--------------  The next day 2 hours before the party  --------

"wake up soldat it's time to get ready for your mission." I hear some man say to me as i start to wake up. It takes me a second to wake up fully and once i do i remember where i am and what my objective is for the night. I look at the man in front of me and i nod my head which is a sign i'm ready for those damned 10 words and ready for my mission. I nod and then he hands me the duffel bags and tells me to go get ready and that they will program me when im done.

After he hands me the clothes i walk into the dimly lit bathroom and start getting ready for tonight. As i'm getting ready i start to get a feeling that something about this mission isn't right i feel like something is going to go wrong. I try to shake off the feeling as i continue to get ready. I slip on the black dress after i do my makeup and hair and admire myself in the mirror real quick. Ive never worn anything other then the dusty clothes that the red room provides so its nice to be wearing something else for once even if its just for a little.

I walk out of the bathroom to be met with the same two random guards as before. They don't say anything to me they just gesture for me to leave the motel room. I grab my shoes and put them on before i walk out of the room. I walk onto the jet and out my shoes on as i wait for the words.

I see both of the men walk onto the jet and the shorter one is holding what i call ‘the book of the damned’. They both walk over to me and strap my hands and legs down beside me incase i get violent.

The shorter one kneels before me and grabs my face in his rough hand. He smiles devilishly as he gets ready to make me hate myself for the next 24 hours.

“черный,луна,лесдымоход,железнодорожный вокзал,музыка,сказка,ночь,вода,коридор,радио” (black, moon,forest, chimney, train station, music, fairytale,nightfall, water, corridor,radio) He speaks slowly and i can smell the tobacco and vodka on his breath. Once he says the last words i can feel myself get shut out and the winter widow take over. I close my eyes and when i open them again i can feel the difference in my body, I can feel her take over my body and leave me helpless.

“Soldat?” He asks backing up waiting for my response as the other guard stands next to him.

“готов соблюдать” (ready to comply) I reply with a gravelly voice and a dead look in my eyes.

”привет солдат” (Hello solider) He says smiling at me.

i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other cites

Ahhhh! The third chapter is here!!!! Now this is where it starts to get reallllll good at least in my opinion. We will get to see Bucky and Lilith interact more in chapter four and maybe we will even see our favorite widow as well 👀 Let me know what yall think in the comments and dont forget to like and reboot and ill see you in the next chapter! 🖤❤️

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

before you’re gone, what are your predictions for the year 2024?

President Hillary Clinton, but now with 30% shorter hair.

[talesfrommedinastation]

I want to know 4, 13, and 15 about Far Past The Ring!

love you, bestie - 🍬

Love you too, @eyecandyeoz !

4: Oh this is HARD! Dialogue is my reason for writing: I missed the characters in both shows, wanted them to meet in this crossover, and that’s what got me off and running! 

I’ll divide them into my favorite Humorous Line, and Serious Line. Here goes:

Humorous:

Chrisjen Avasarala: "You are the cyborg lab grown dick who brought the armada of lab grown dicks here? And you are the Belter-looking lab grown dick who was the first to arrive here…and both fought and protected that lab grown dick back there so that he could save us all with his humble self. Well, it certainly is a pleasure."

Serious:

Tech: "If these things had not been out of order, if all this tragedy had not happened, you would have never made those calls into my galaxy. You would not have saved thousands of my brothers as a result. Protected hundreds of planets, billions of people, from the Empire’s reach. For every terrible thing that happened, something good happened in return. A theory of motion, perhaps. Both Naomi and Camina have taught me that. Echo did, too."

13: I listened to the soundtrack for ‘The Expanse’ and recommend this compilation if anyone needs any zone out music for writing. Clinton Shorter is so wonderful. This piece in particular, for me, would be the love theme for Sjael and Tech. starting at 1:59. It’s soft, gentle, aching, and ultimately, peaceful.

I also listened to the soundtracks for both ‘Whale Rider’ and ‘A Thousand Roads’. 

15: I learned that I can indeed finish writing a novel in less than a year! Also, I learned not to be afraid of character development.

I was genuinely scared that the fic would rub people the wrong way: there’s an OC x Canon love story, a popular canon character becomes an absolute asshole, and the ending for 'The Bad Batch: Season 2' gets yeeted into oblivion. I was worried that die-hard fans would send me hate mail.

Instead, it’s been the opposite: I’ve received so many nice notes on the piece and the art that followed, and best of all, turned some Star Wars fans into fans of ‘The Expanse’ as well! That was unexpected and an absolute delight!

[djmossback]

Spacebar 07/20/24

Third Space Saturday

The Tracks

2100 hrs

Brothers Johnson, Strawberry Letter 23 (12 Inch)

Grace Jones, I Need A Man (12 Inch)

Junie Morrison, Techno-Freqs (12 Inch)

Wire, Ahead (12 Inch)

KC and The Sunshine Band, I’m Your Boogie Man (LP cut)

Judas Priest, Metal Gods (LP cut)

George Clinton, Do Fries Go With That Shake (12 Inch)

One Way, Cutie Pie (12 Inch EP cut)

Beastie Boys, She’s Crafty (LP cut)

Booker T. & The MG’s, Hip Hug-Her (LP cut)

Average White Band, Pick Up The Pieces (LP cut)

Foreigner, Urgent (12 Inch)

ZZ Top, Cheap Sunglasses (LP cut) (2200 hrs)

Emotions, Best Of My Love (LP cut)

Michael Jackson, Rock With You (7 inch)

Sanford and Townsend Band, Smoke From A Distant Fire (LP cut)

Dazz Band, Let It Whip (7 inch)

Gap Band, Outstanding (LP cut)

Robert Palmer, You Are In My System (7 inch)

Roots Manuva, Again & Again (12 Inch)

Sade, Hang On To Your Love (12 Inch)

Dillinger, Cokane In My Brain (7 inch)

Simple Minds, Don’t You Forget About Me (12 Inch)

Vince Staples, Norf Norf (LP cut)

Flying Lizards, Money (That’s What I Want) (LP cut)

Dry Cleaning, Scratchcard Lanyard (7 inch)

Mary Jane Girls, In My House (12 Inch)

Donna Summer, I Feel Love (12 Inch)

Berlin, The Metro (7 inch)

DEVO, Snowball (7 inch)

Tilt, Arcade Funk (12 Inch)

Eddy Grant, Electric Avenue (LP cut)

Toni Basil, Mickey (7 inch)

The Clash, Rock The Casbah (7 inch)

Cheryl Lynn, Got To Be Real (7 inch)

Lakeside, Fantastic Voyage (LP cut)

Steve Miller Band, Abracadabra (7 inch)

Run DMC, Walk This Way (12 Inch)

Nazareth, RAZAMANAZ (LP cut)

Amyl & The Sniffers, Some Mutts (7 inch)

Kingsmen, Louie Louie (7 inch)

Kenny Rogers & The First Edition, Ruby (Don’t Take Your Love To Town) (7 inch)

Police, Roxanne (7 inch)

Go-Go’s, We Got The Beat (7 inch)

Bauhaus, Bela Lugosi’s Dead (12 Inch)

Madvillain, America’s Most Blunted (12 Inch)

Cameo, Word Up (12 Inch)

Skee-Lo, I Wish (12 Inch)

Pet Shop Boys, West End Girls (12 Inch)

Eiffel 65, Move Your Body (12 Inch)

Kylie Minogue, Can’t Get Blue Monday Out Of My Head (12 Inch)

J.J. Fad, Supersonic (12 Inch)

Ohio Players, Love Rollercoaster (12 Inch EP cut)

James Brown,I Got You (I Feel Good) (7 inch)

Del Tha Funky Homosapien, Mistadobalina (LP cut)

Kendrick Lamar, YAH (LP cut)

Leroy Sibbles Nicodemus, Rock Steady Party (12 Inch)

Barbara Lewis, Baby I’m Yours (LP cut)

0113 Finished

The scenery

TASTING NOTES

I spent the day not thinking about the set, preferring to head into Spacebar “cold” to see what developed. But, I had spent a fair amount of time since my last set combing through online lists and the singles section of the local Record Hut to find some fresh material. And, a lot of it found its way onto the decks and into the ears of the listeners at Third Space Saturday. I do love the format of the single. I’m not necessarily attached to the extended mixes; often I will play the LP cut included on the single, or the 7” mix if it is on there. I like the focus of the shorter versions, but sometimes the songs lend themselves to the stretched-out format. Just depends on the song, as always.

It is really hot in Boise – not just summer heat, but triple-digit temperatures every day for weeks on end. I got sweaty just loading the rig. When I got downtown, there was a huge event of some sort happening in Capitol Park, with several streets blocked, and I worried that I would have trouble finding a parking space. But I found a space really close, and rolled my gear into the elevator. Nothing worked. The door wouldn’t even close. I text Will, and am surprised when he appears at the elevator. We lug all my gear down the stairs, past the line going upstairs to the speakeasy. Evidently, the fire department had visited just before I got there, because the fog machine had tripped the fire alarm. Will is working the door, and I recognize absolutely none of the bar staff.

I’m later than I wanted to be, so after I set myself up, I hurriedly weigh my options. I usually start with a song that has kind of a fanfare intro, but tonight it seemed appropriate to ease into things, so I chose “Strawberry Letter 23” by the Brothers Johnson, a new 12” single I acquired last week. My first hour is a combination of 12” extended versions and LP cuts; going from Wire to KC and the Sunshine Band to Judas Priest to George Clinton sounded better in person than it looks on the page. The bar scene is ebbing and flowing as usual, but it’s summer, people are outside, or in the mountains, or hunkered down in the most air-conditioned spot they can find.

I put on a long Grace Jones single, and Will gives me a tour of the changes coming to the bar. The room that used to house the print shop is cleared out. It’s going to house more machines, and be a separate space within the space. The music will still be there, but there will be more options for people, and a better use of the space, which was not generating enough use before. It will be good to give people more places to hang, to be with their people. Our sound volume is lower, which I kind of like. It presents the music better, and makes things more comfortable.

My son shows up with a posse. He comes into the booth and greets me. I express my unease, how I feel like I’m aging out of such things as nightlife, and fun, but he is unconvinced. Says I’m fine. He heads out on the floor with his crew, and I lose track of him for a while. About a half-hour later he comes back up to say goodbye, introduces me to a friend, and they ask about the Grime record I played. Roots Manuva. They dig it. I told them I couldn’t see anyone reacting to the music one way or the other, aside from the kid who came up and scrolled through the new internet jukebox that’s on the wall by the bar. They assured me that people were vibing, even the youngsters. It was good to hear, and I noticed people moving to the beat after that.

After Sam leaves, I don’t see a single person I know come in for the rest of the night. I am ok with this. Not that I don’t love the support from people I know, but I’m also a realist. I know it would require great effort for me to be out downtown on a Saturday night, so I understand what it entails.

I’ve hardly played any 7” records, mostly concentrating on longer 12” mixes from my new acquisitions. It feels really good. I’m putting things together in the right places, there are very few technical gaffes from me, and I generally feel good about how I’ve put records together.

The Donna Summer 12” single “I Feel Love” is a record I’ve been looking for my entire adult life, and now it’s mine. The 8-minute version did not disappoint! The mechanized spine of the song, the repetitive bubbling riff, it was the first record I heard from her, and I instantly became a fan. The simplicity and directness appealed to me, as did the four-on-the-floor kick drum.

I put a different Nazareth track into the mix, RAZAMANAZ. (I don’t know, it just seems to work better in all caps.) I had it cued and ready to go, but I then reversed course, and instead of following it up with RUN-DMC (again with the all caps!) I switched the order, and played “Walk With Me” first. It worked. The Nazareth track is like Motorhead, with a “better” singer. I need to find a better copy of the record, though. It was kind of worn. So is the Bauhaus record I plucked from a dollar section a while ago. Even though it’s got an audible (and visible) scratch on it, it plays through, and the surface noise doesn’t detract – it kind of adds something to the sound of “Bela Lugosi’s Dead.” It’s kind of a gothic doppelganger to the Donna Summer record – repetitive, atmospheric, less busy and more organic. Music is amazing that way. Very disparate intentions coming through, and changing the way things sound. And you don’t stop/you go on and on/til the break of dawn.

The thing is, though, a lot of the old 7” records from the ’50s and ’60s still sound great, even with the wear. The record players they were made for were not like the Hi-Fi players for classical and pop records of the day, and by pop records, I mean things like Doris Day, Johnny Mathis and other adult music. I’m fascinated by how time takes language and meaning and metamorphosizes it to fit the needs of people, of audiences, of commerce. You don’t/can’t control it, but you can ride it, and see where it goes.

That is the essence of what I am trying to do: follow the through line, and paint pictures, express myself, play things that sound good to me, communicate a feeling and vibe to people. I didn’t put Amyl and the Sniffers next to the Kingsmen and follow it up with Kenny Rogers to be a clever show-off, I did it because I thought it would sound good, that they were all good records, and the juxtaposition would make a listener reconsider what those songs were about.

Or, they could just vibe to the beat.

I’m so happy I get to do this, and I’m glad to have the opportunity to contribute to Spacebar Arcade. I sometimes feel I should be doing more – get on the microphone and get the party started, as it were. It’s just not me. All I can do is show up until they tell me not to. It’s a tough business. It’s not complicated, but it is unpredictable. You can do everything right, and still fail. Luck is underestimated by our culture. Being in the right place, at the right time, doing something you love and believe in and being rewarded? It’s not a given. Trust this: it’s just business. Pivot. Change course. Listen. Be true to yourself.

Next Third Space Saturday for me is on September 21st, 2024. I’m taking August off for Holiday. Just like a European.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (21-27 Jan 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Cat Person (The_She_Devil) - 72K, shrunkyclunks - Bucky's the SHIELD agt tasked with bringing newly defrosted Steve up to speed on the 21st century - there's really hot sex in a secluded cabin PLUS feelings. All around deliciousness.

😊 Dark Carnivals: Modern Horrors and the Origins of American Empire (W. Scott Poole, author; Enrique McGavin, narrator) - interesting, edifying, depressing. Not as much discusssion of the films as I expected/would have liked - like 70% rundown of USian imperial activities of the last two centuries, 30% horror/scifi film discussion. [In hindsight, should have read this in text, as there were passages I really wanted to highlight/quote and the narration was…weird. Voice sound & tone was OK but there were lots of bizarre pauses. Sometimes when reading a quotes from a notable figure, the narrator did do some very credible imitations of Clinton & Reagan.]

😍 Waking Up Slow (odetteandodile) - 44K, shrunkyclunks - single dad Bucky, living in a isolated lighthouse in Canada, finds an amesiac, just-thawed Steve Rogers washed up on his beach… (reread for stucky bookclub, forever fave!)

😊 for a good time, call… (EvanesDust) - 46K, sterek, omegaverse fake-dating - solidly enjoyable

😊 Maurice (E.M. Forester, author; Peter Firth, narrator) - read this for a discord book club, can't believe I hadn't read it before & it's been 30 years since I watched the movie. Forester's language & turn of phrase is amazing.

🥰 And My Love Life Waits for Me (Bittersweet_in_Boston (author); Alaskan_Outsider (artist)) - 62K, shrunkyclunks soulmate fic - satisfyingly enjoyable, not nearly as dark as the tags might make you think

💖💖 +190K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Own Me series (nrnyx) - TW: Jordan/Derek /Stiles, 62K (series) - Stiles gets picked up by husbands Jordan & Derek at the club and what starts as a very hot one night stand becomes so much more. Very werewolfy omegaverse stuff. Hot quality smut but also action-y plot!

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Goncharov (berlincorpography) - Goncharov (1973): OFC / OFC, 6K - very clever & funny fic featuring disaster lesbians, film criticism & academia

Once Upon a Time (softestpunk) - The Sandman: Dreamling, 14K - just so soft & warm, pure delight! They're both single dads! Falling in love! Dream is a children's librarian!

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Brooklyn Nine-Nine - s8, e5-10

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Not All Who Wanda Are Lost" (s21, e3)

D20: Adventuring Party - "I Wanda'd In" (s16, e3)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

What Next: TBD - Have Algorithms Ruined Our Culture?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Whimzeyland

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Delta Tamales

Today, Explained - Frosty the Tesla

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Slowjamastan

It's Been a Minute - Benny Safdie on 'The Curse' — and performing goodness

Shedunnit - A Reading Life

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Oscar Nominations

Switched on Pop - Kali Uchis takes on the world

Today, Explained - Modi’s temple grandstanding

⭐ Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Cord Jefferson

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Buffalo Bayou Park Cistern

Code Switch - What happens when public housing goes private?

ICYMI - The TikTok Joy of Mychal the Librarian

Vibe Check - Heavy Negro Sigh

Culture Gabfest - True Detective’s Coldest Case Yet

Ologies with Alie Ward - Carcinology (CRABS) Part 2 with Adam Wall

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - A Giant Spectacle in Goffstown

Films To Be Buried With - Vincent D'Onofrio

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Tteokbokki

Off Menu - Ep 218: Jada Pinkett Smith

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Into the Huluverse

Endless Thread - The schism at the end of the tunnel

Dear Prudence - My Husband Stopped Using Soap and He Stinks. Help!

⭐ 99% Invisible #567 - The Double Kick

You're Dead to Me - Pythagoras

It's Been a Minute - South Africa's case for preventing genocide in Palestine; plus, why people love cults

Today, Explained - Music’s Pitchfork in the road

99% Invisible - Roman Mars Describes Chicago As It Is

Hit Parade - The Bridge: The Number of the Nominees Shall Be Five

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Folk Radio • Chill

Pop Radio • Downbeat

Dive Bar Karaoke

"Unholy" [Sam Smith & Kim Petras] radio

Essential New Wave

Melanie Radio • Familiar

My Mix 4 (Jimmy Buffett, Gordon Lightfoot, Jim Croce, Eagles)

[placefaraway]

maybe this is silly but ive been thinking about making this post ever since the sad news the other day, just an attempt to lure some people into the rabbit hole, spread some love for the boys

this is just a side blog and it doesnt even have any followers but if anyone sees this in the tag and wants to share it may i present some

Tempus Propaganda

featuring videos and clip comps ive been watching recently in no particular order tho its mostly vanguard since thats whats been showing up on my yt recommended but ill start with the hq boys

ok to start with, regular guy conversations:

then since making a long post full of videos wold be super annoying to scroll past and probably have the opposite effect im gonna throw in a read more, here, click for more

shinri, hakka, bettel clinton, and magni ranching:

the video that more or less made me start watching a lot of holostars en (thanks hakka):

i was looking for a different video but couldn't find it and this one made me laugh really hard so here:

music! axel's cover of black cherry:

hakka's cover of my roar:

and i wanted to limit to 2 songs since you can only link 10 videos in a post but if you like anime ops/eds, hakka, bettel, and axel have some (wait do links in text still not make posts show up in tags maybe ill add those later (or just look them up if youre interested))

flayon has a totally normal reaction to bettel coming back from a break:

whatever this is:

ok i was gonna try to do mostly shorter videos but several of these ended up being longer ones anyway and shinri's wheeze is the best:

and lastly:

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 to you

The Quirky & Humorous White South African  🇿🇦 🌍 Actor In Cinema 🎥 Today

Born On November 27th, 1973

He was born in Johannesburg and educated at St. Andrew's Preparatory School in Grahamstown and Redhill School in Morningside, Johannesburg. His father is Dr. Bruce Copley, a former university professor. His brother, Donovan, is the lead singer of the Cape Town band Hot Water.

He is a South African actor. His acting credits include roles in the Academy Award-nominated science fiction film District 9, the 2010 adaptation of The A-Team, the science fiction film Elysium, the science fiction horror film Europa Report and the dark fantasy adventure film Maleficent. He also played the title character in the science fiction film Chappie, Jimmy in Hardcore Henry, and starred in two seasons as Christian Walker of the TV series Powers. Copley is married to fellow South African actress and supermodel Tanit Phoenix.

Please Wish This Quirky & Humorous White 🤍 South African 🇿🇦🌍 Actor, A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

You May Know Him

You Probably Heard & Seen Him On The Big Screen

& You Gotta Love His Interesting Way Of Comedy

The 1 & The Only

MR. SHARLTO COPLEY

HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MR. COPLEY & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME

#SharltoCopley #District9 #TheATeam #Elysium #Powers