#except for ronnie and flip

[dilemmaontwolegs]

You've put the thought into my head with these polls now and I'm afraid I don't care who wins, after you write the winning fic, I'm officially putting in a request for enemies to lovers for Dimitri Belikov��RoyalMoroi Reader. I will now check this blog every month for it and you are responsible for keeping my sanity intact 😭😭😭

Your wish is my command ♥️ It got way too long so I have broken it down into parts 😊

Dusters & Diamonds {1}

Dimitri Belikov x fem!Badica!reader Summary: After tragedy befalls your family you decide life is easier emotionally alienating everyone, except for one friend who has known you most of your life. Unfortunately, he comes with a certain dhampir. Warnings: reader is a bitch (but that will change in future parts) WC: 2.7k

Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Senior Year - St Constantine’s Academy, St Constantine’s Province The room was full and class had already started by the time you arrived, the teacher pausing with an impatient twitch of his eye as you leisurely strolled in like you owned the place. In a way you kind of did, since your family owned the academy and all of the surrounding area. Mr Hamner wouldn’t dare to call you out for the tardiness, royals were treated, well, like royalty.

You let him get back to his English Lit lesson with a tip of your head and made your way to the back of the class where Ivan was sitting beside your empty desk. 

“Hey, Zeklos, you weren’t at my party last night,” you greeted as you dropped into the free space. “Ronny said you were busy with a little dhampir girl but that can’t be right. You wouldn’t blow me off for a dhampir.”

“Her name is Eloise, and she isn’t a little girl, she’s in our year,” Ivan replied under his breath while he took notes of the lesson. 

“So you did blow me off.”

Ivan dropped his pen and turned in his chair with a sigh. “Sorry, but you know I don’t care about royal parties, not when there’s bigger things happening beyond the school gates. I’m sorry.”

“You apologise too much,” you said with a cringe before flipping your notebook open. “It’s embarrassing for you.”

In the row ahead, Dimitri turned and narrowed his eyes at you. The dhampir was tipped to be the next best guardian to pass through the gates of St Constantine and like the rest of the guardians, he was a stickler for the rules. 

“What?” you growled at him. 

His brown eyes should have been plain compared to some of the electric blues that ran with the likes of the Ivashkov’s or Ozera’s but they reminded you of the acorns that fell at home in September. “Some of us are trying to learn,” he whispered and you caught yourself staring at his lips before breaking away with a laugh that drew even more attention your way. 

“Why does a guardian need to know about gothic literature?” you asked him, ignoring the tug Ivan gave to your arm in warning. “Shouldn’t you be with the other gym bunnies in training?”

“Miss Badica, is there a problem?” Mr Hamner asked as he stopped his lesson once again.

“I’m just a little confused why there’s any dhampirs in this class,” you said with an innocent shrug. “It almost seems rude to offer them an elective that a guardian will never have use of.”

“Then why do you take Home Economics?” Dimitri muttered too quietly for Mr Hamner to hear. “Don’t you have personal chefs?”

Ivan snorted a laugh that he tried to hide along with a few other students and you looked around at their snickering, your palms growing heated a second before fire erupted from them. The flames licked like fiery cat o’ nine tails, whipping the laughter from their faces before you blew a kiss, extinguishing all evidence of the attack in a split second.

Dimitri shook his head as the class erupted into chaos. “Nice tantrum, princess.”

You leaned over your desk close enough to see your reflection in his eyes as you threatened, “Call me princess again and see how you look with no eyebrows.”

“Miss Badica!” You startled away as Mr Hamner shouted from behind you after crossing the room with a growing red face. “To the headmaster’s office now. Mr Zeklos, make sure she gets there.”

Ivan swallowed at the thought of making you go anywhere you didn’t want to but you were already swinging your bag onto your back and walking out of the room. He caught up to you before you reached the stairs that led to the admin floor, his cheeks flushed pink from the short sprint.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Ivan said before backtracking. “Actually, I can, I just don’t understand why? You know all the dhampirs think you are a bitch.”

“I don’t care what they think.”

“Well you should. They are the ones who will be risking their lives to protect you when you graduate,” he argued. “It doesn’t hurt to be nicer to them.”

“Why? So I can lose them too?” A choked sound escaped your tightening throat and you growled in frustration as tears pricked your eyes. It was still the same whenever you thought about your parents who had been killed in a strigoi attack in your sophmore year, time didn’t make a difference. “It’s easier this way.”

“Acting like a bitch isn’t making your life easier,” he said as he opened the door to the academy reception. 

“Maybe it’s not an act.” You did your best to pull off your signature smirk as you stepped past him but he didn’t buy it from the quiet sigh he gave. 

“You forget I’ve known you since preschool, Y/N.” He reached a hand out like he was going to try to touch you but one curve of your perfectly shaped brows had him drop it once again. He left without another word and you waited a moment before leaving too, deciding your time was better spent in the elemental training area than being punished by the headmaster.

The arena was nothing compared to what the guardian training space had, but the walls that surrounded the open space were warded to withstand the elements so you could freely practise fire magic without worrying about anything catching fire. Since it was still early in the night, before the Moroi and dhampir separated into specialist classes, the arena was empty and you freed the pent up emotion with a burst of flame. 

You closed your eyes and imagined the strigoi that had killed your parents. Your hands filled with fireballs and you threw them at a huge rock an earth user had left in the arena, pretending it was your target. The fireball met stone with a bang and the rock exploded, sending dust and debris into the air, but it wasn’t enough. 

It never brought your parents back, or their guardians - dhampirs who had watched over you since you were born. 

The pillar of orange flame speared the night sky with your scream and you immediately felt clearer as the heat in your veins drained away, leaving you with a hunger instead. The magic always came with a price, burning through your energy, and you sluggishly made your way to the feeders in the Moroi campus. 

“Please, make yourself comfortable, Miss Badica,” the feeding assistant offered with a smile before closing the privacy curtain and leaving you alone with the feeder. 

The human looked fresh as he reclined on the specially designed chair, awake and alert, but you could see the longing in his gaze that focused on your lips. Your stomach grumbled at the sight of his pulse as he bared his neck to you and he shuddered softly when you leant across him and opened your mouth. 

The feeders breath blew across your shoulder as you sank your fangs into his neck and relished the warmth that flooded your mouth before you swallowed deeply. Your strength returned and the ache in your belly receded until you heard another Moroi enter the feeding rooms.

“They are seriously going to look at changing the elective classes for dhampirs?” Matthew Teller’s voice filtered through the curtain as he walked by. 

“The royalists think she made a good point,” Daniel Polenski replied. “Why waste time when they could be training to graduate sooner and restock the guardian pool?”

Their voices faded out of your advanced hearing range and you suddenly lost your appetite as you pulled away from the feeder and grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood from your lips. As if you couldn’t feel any worse, the doors opened again with another voice you recognised.

“...will be fine.”

“I’m sorry, but dhampir should wait outside,” the assistant said but she was cut off.

“He’s with me,” Ivan stated without room for argument, a tone he rarely used because he said it made him sound entitled. “It’s just a rumour, Dimitri, I’m sure nothing will come of it. She didn’t mean it.”

“It sounded to me like she meant it,” Dimitri answered gruffly. “Did you see that fire magic? She’s lucky she didn’t hurt anyone. Absolutely psychotic. She should be locked up to keep everyone else safe.”

Ivan sighed, an exhausted sound you thought was only reserved for you. “She had it under control.”

“Why do you defend her? She is a terrible person.”

“She’s not a terrible person, Dima. She just had terrible things happen to her.”

“That doesn’t excuse her. I overheard Guardian Florence say they had to draw straws to see who protects her out of the grounds because no-one wants to do it.”

The feeder fell heavy in your arms as he succumbed to the high and you pushed him away before running from the shame that filled you. The harsh scratch of the curtain being thrown along its rail was grating in your ears that burned and your shoulder caught the doorway of the exit drawing a sharp gasp through your clenched teeth. 

“Y/N!” Ivan called after you but you couldn’t face him as you sprinted through the corridors, out of the building and into the forest that bordered the academy.

You ran until your legs grew weak and your chest burned before collapsing against a tree and gasping for air. There were no sounds this deep in the woods, not even an owl hooted, and you felt utterly alone. 

It was a different sense of loneliness to what you felt in the academy. You couldn’t disappear inside those corridors, but out here…A twig snapped and you spun around with a sword of fire lighting up the dark. 

“Natasha?” You dropped the magic you had drawn to your hands, the flame petering out. 

“I saw you running like you were being chased by strigoi.” The raven haired Moroi grinned as she pointed to your hands, her ice blue Ozera eyes glowing in the moonlight. “Can you teach me that?” She cupped her hands together and a flicker grew to a flame before it erupted and she dropped it before it singed her eyebrows. “Damn.”

You frowned at the attempt before asking, “Didn’t you graduate like five years ago?” 

She crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow as she looked down her nose at you. “Considering offensive magic has been banned for centuries, does that really matter?”

“Whatever, I can’t teach you anyway. I don’t know what to tell you, I picture it and it happens.” To prove your point, you burned a circle of fire around your feet before raising your hands and the flames shot up to form a wall around you. 

Her jaw dropped at the control before a screech sounded over the top of the crackle of the fire and you both turned towards it. “Where’s your guardian, Tasha?” you whispered as your fire split and spread to encircle her within too. 

She swallowed as the screech broke through the silent night and trembled beside you. “He was reassigned. I came here to choose a replacement.”

Your hands were shaking and your fire flickered with them. The air seemed thinner as the sound grew closer and you felt like a deer in the headlights, just waiting to be roadkill. 

“We have to run,” Tasha said as she grabbed your hand. “Run!”

You were only 16. You had a whole life ahead of you. You were too young to die. 

That was a lie, there was no right age to die. Death didn’t discriminate. There was only the choice to do your damnedest to survive or die trying.

Tasha tugged your hand as she began to sprint back towards the dim lights of the academy on the horizon and you lurched forward with renewed strength, the flames growing thicker at your back. There was no mistaking the creature for an animal when the scent of the strigoi reached you, the sickly odour of their undead state wafting around as it raced to catch you before you reached the wards. 

The constant stream of magic flowing through you was beginning to drain what little extra energy the flood of adrenaline had given you and you stumbled over a tree root but Tasha kept you upright, just.

“Almost there,” she urged as she turned and tried to throw a fireball but it fell short, only serving to illuminate the horror scene behind you. 

You didn’t even realise you were screaming as the strigoi looked through the flames, his red eyes chilling you to your core. The sound was detached from your body, everything was detached. You couldn’t feel the connection to your element and lost hold of it altogether. You couldn’t feel your hands as you lifted them to cower from the teeth about to tear your throat out.

You tumbled backwards, taking Tasha down with you as you scrambled away from the monster but just before it could curl its pale fingers around your neck a wave of black washed over him. 

The Guardians. They had come. 

You collapsed to the damp grass sobbing with the knowledge you were safe and let the exhaustion take you under.

When you woke in the infirmary an entire day had come and gone but your muscles still ached and there was a lingering taste of smoke on your tongue. Blinking against the sunlight filtering through the shades, you tried to sit up and groaned before giving up and falling back into the pillows. 

A single card sat on the table beside the bed and you reached for it to see who it was from before you recognised one of the voices in the hospital wing.

“Look at you all grown up,” Tasha said to someone. “How’s Karolina?” 

You opened the card and saw Ivan’s cursive handwriting wishing you a quick recovery before the man himself stuck his head in your room. A smile split his face when he saw you were awake and he rushed inside to take a seat at the edge of the bed. 

“Hey, Zeklos,” you croaked, your voice weak and dry from disuse. “Where’s the flowers?”

Dimitri stepped into the room with Tasha at his side, talking to each other with a comfortable familiarity.

“I only get flowers for funeral, please don’t make me buy flowers for you,” he said as he took your hand. “What were you thinking going past the wards?”

“It was an accident. I didn’t know how far I went,” you admitted sheepishly, daring to glance at the reason you had been running but he was paying no attention as he updated Tasha about his older sisters’ lives. “I won’t be doing that again.”

“Yeah, about that, your Uncle Anthony is here. He’s taking you to St Vladimir’s Provence.” Ivan looked pained as he chewed his lip before spilling the news. “Turns out the Guardians saw what you did in the forest and after the fire display in class yesterday, well, they think it’s best that you have a fresh start. You can finish the year at St Vlad’s Academy.”

“A fresh start?” Your voice sounded as broken as you felt and Dimitri looked at you for the first time since he entered the room. “I, I don’t know anyone at St Vladimir’s. The only family I have left are here. The only friend I have is here, you’re my only friend, Ivan.”

The monitors connected to you began to beep erratically as panic set in and you tore them off your skin to pull your knees to your chest. 

“I’ll come visit after graduation, it’s only a few months away,” he promised as he wiped the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. “I’m still your friend, even if we’re in another province. You taught me how to make mudpies, remember?”

You sniffed a small chuckle and nodded at the memory. “And you taught me how to play Uno.”

“Totally better than mudpies, I might add.” He smiled at the real laugh you gave before he pulled you into a hug and for the first time since your parents’ funeral you let him. “I’m really glad you didn’t die, Badica.”

“Me too, Zeklos,” you whispered into his neck as you wrapped your arms around him too. “Me too.”

Click here for part two.

[cosmic-ships]

Yay everyone has a new single tag now! (Except for Kylo. I love his tag, his tag stays as "Ben; 💜" forever.)

Here's everyone else's new single tags (for when I rb their beautiful faces!)

Charlie - {🎬💕}

Mills - {☄💕}

Matt - {☀️💕}

Ronnie - {👓 💕}

Flip - {⚖ 💕}

Paterson - {✒ 💕}

Phillip - {🥵 💕}

Jude - {🔥 💕}

Adam - {🛠 💕}

Randy - {☕ 💕}

Cesar - {⏳ 💕}

Clyde - {🍸 💕}

Daniel - {📝 💕}

[Redacted don't worry about it] - {🌌 💕}

[nintendont2502]

(Literally no one asked for this but I Do Not care <3)

Good Aussie Shit

Music:

Smith Street Band - rock/indie? - please for the love of God listen to them im genuinely obsessed. Playlist of my favourite songs and a concert they did with the Brisbane Symphony Orchestra

Hilltop Hoods - hiphop - iconic. If you listen to any song by them, make it The Nosebleed Section or Cosby Sweater, or basically any song from this playlist (Can't go wrong with basically anything from Drinking From The Sun/Walking Under Stars or the restrung versions)

Bliss N Eso - hiphop - like a more chill/hippie Hilltop Hoods. Might just be the nostalgia speaking but the entirety of Flying Colours or anything from this playlist are bangers

Talkshow Boy - I think a certain mutual would kill me if I didn't include them lmao. Haven't heard many of their songs (yet 👀) but I Cut Myself (or apparently any other song by them) goes hard

John Butler Trio - not sure how to describe it but the vibes are impeccable. Lots of guitar. Haven't listened to him in years but I remember really enjoying these songs

Music except I don't have specific recommendations

Alex the Astronaut - Not Worth Hiding made closeted baby gay me cry every time I heard it

Courtney Barnett - A Sea Of Split Peas is a great album and also the only one I know of hers

G-Flip - they're non-binary and a drummer and that's. All I know about them. Whenever I hear their music on Triple J it goes hard though

Baker Boy - rap - his music goes so hard - especially Marryuna. Also he raps in English + Yolngu Matha which is so cool

TV

Aunty Donna's Big Old House Of Fun - surreal comedy/sketch show - it's on Netflix and it's great

Fisk - sitcom(?) - a lawyer who moves to a weird law firm in Melbourne. Kitty Flanagan is great in it (as she always is) - sadly it's only on ABC iView I think

Upper Middle Bogan - sitcom - a daughter of a rich middle/upper class woman finds out she's adopted, and begins connecting with her biological family, who are massive bogans. Great shit. On Netflix (in Australia at least)

Kath and Kim - sitcom - I don't know how to describe this but it's great. On Netflix (in Australia at least)

Ronny Chieng: International Student - sitcom - an international student studying law at a university in Australia. The whole thing is on YouTube for free

[roshytsunami]

William and Mey-Rin for the "if they had a kid" meme!

Name: Jeremy Fredrickson Spears (Delightly nicknamed "Whoopsie" by Grell. Jeremy loves the nickname because it sounds funny when he is little.)

Gender: Male (maybe change when they get older cause gender becomes a 'why is that important?')

General Appearance: See FC but this is a little man who would be the spitting image of Will except for the eyes and smile by Meyrin. He tries to be more like his dad but unfortunately, he has inherited his mother's clumsiness. Surprisingly he needs no glasses even though both his parents are blind like bats.

Personality: His Auntie Grell was a big influence on him besides his parents. With Will's sass and Grell's dramatics, this guy knows how to act like a pathetic little man and manipulate a person to get his way. When caught he can find a logical conclusion to reason out why he did what he did leaving the other person flabbergasted. With that being said they are stupid. They will push a do not push door until called out on it because of sheer stubbornness and because they don't like feeling embarrassed.

Special Talents: They can blow bubbles from their nose. Meyrin finds it gross but Uncle Ronnie teases "that kid is going places". This encourages Jermey to continue practicing blowing bubbles from his nose since Uncle Ronnie said there was a world record he could break. Jeremy learns about his first lie and how to manipulate peeps like Uncle Ronnie does. Will get angry.

Who they like better: They like both their parents equally but Jeremy is a mama's boy. He will cry have his mother give him sympathy over the issue and then as he's hugging her back grins evilly at Will in a "fuck you" gesture. Will always loses those arguments when he points it out to Meyrin and Jermey had cried to get his way.

Who they take after more: They take after Will more. Unknown to everyone else Will was a little shit when he was alive. He knows Jermey's tricks not because he taught him or expressed them but because he used to be like him when he was younger. He had those maids wrapped around his pinky and now Will is getting in folds of three.

Personal Head canon: One night when he's a teenager 12-14 he calls his Auntie Grell for help (he doesn't want to disappoint his parents and tell them what happened). Said help was for he was locked in a closet because he went to a party when he told his parents he was studying. Beer and hookers were involved. One of his supposed friends has an older brother said older brother threw a party and gave beer to Jermey who puked his guts out and was then locked in a closet by a couple of drunks and couldn't break it open because his head hurt. He drunk-dialed Grell because it was either call Grell or face his father's temper which he is more terrified of his dad's temper (Grell chews Will out for this cause Jeremy should be able to call on Will for help and not be scared). Needless to say Grell arrives and "takes care of" the situation and brings him home after sobering Jeremy up because she only wants him to get in trouble for going to the party not getting drunk. Will would flip his lid if his son was drunk, snuck off to a party, and got hurt etc. It's to lessen the punishment. This might also make Jermy open up to Grell about another issue they have been dealing with depending on how drunk they are.

Face Claim:

[zackastor]

The only sign of surprise Zack showed at Fleet's words was the slight raise in his eyebrows as his gaze slipped from the dead dog back to his companion. I don't mind getting my hands dirty. At the time, Zack had thought that Fleet meant dirty with olive gunk and essential oils and whatever other fancy food shit Fleet sold in his specialty food store. Shit where he wouldn't have to worry about chipping the paints on his nails and getting it back out of his clothing. But, appearantly, blood was also on that list.

The veteran's silence stretched for a few seconds after Fleet finished, his green gaze firmly planted in the other man's face. It showed nothing of what was going on behind, positive or negative, except that he was working something out. "No. I don't think it is." He finally said, turning his attention back to the canine body. Reaching down, he flipped it over, inspecting it more closely. "No bite marks. Virus doesn't just become airborne like that." Grimacing slightly, Zack wiped his knife on the dog's fur, before slipping it back into his belt. "Had to listen to a whole fucking lecture about how that shit spreads back in the military. If it's airborne we'd be fucked already."

With a soft grunt he pushed himself back up to his feet. "We get rid of it. There are enough spots in this forest where we can bury it and cover it up. It'd be ideal if we could burn it. No traces, no grave for Ronnie to find, no chance of whatever it got leaking into the groundwater." Not that they could - a fire would attract attention. And, it'd need to be hot enough to incinerate a body. They didn't have that choice.

"You don't mind getting your hands dirty right? Worry about breaking a nail?" Zack gave Fleet a shit-eating grin, only his tone betraying that it wasn't quite as mocking as it could've been. "Cause we're gonna have to dig. Grab the back legs."

"Worse," Fleet made his way carefully closer to where Zack was crouched near the dog, peering at it. "That's Ronnie's dog. Joel makes a lot of noise and gets worked up but she's much, much more angry about things. She's like her dog that way."

If he was talking to anybody else Fleet would've tailored his words to suit. It seemed at best callous and at worst ... insidious to say something like that about Ronnie when her dog was lying dead at their feet with its skull cracked open, but Fleet didn't think it would upset Zack's delicate sensibilities any. Especially since he'd stepped in and dispatched the animal with barely a flinch.

He didn't respond to Zack's question about whether he was scared, saying instead, "You'd recognize rabies, right? It would be all foamy and frothy at the muzzle." Fleet dropped to a crouch as well, a good two feet away from the carcass, and watched blood slowly wind its way down out of the dead animal's nose.

"We have two things to consider," he said, after a moment, reaching out to tap the ground with his fingertips. "My grouse are still here all savaged so they'll take care of the blood cover. Ronnie will suspect something, she's a suspicious person, but she's not gonna jump to the conclusion that we killed her dog." Fleet made it a joint crime out loud, specifically, clearly; he wanted Zack to hear it and understand. "We can get rid of it, clean. All we'd have to worry about is if Ronnie decides to investigate."

Fleet turned to look at Zack. Even crouched low to the ground, he seemed looming, imposing; the pondering scowl on his handsome face, the way he held the knife, blood and ichor dripping from the murder weapon. And in addition to that Fleet was immediately reminded of that kiss by the pond and the rough heat behind it, feeling an answering swirl through his body.

"Zack," he said, "the other thing to consider. That this could be a mutating strain of the virus that made the dog crazy."

[okk--maaan]

The only good sheriff is Ronnie

Oh Nonnie we love and support two (2) officers round these parts. Officer Ronald Peterson and Detective Philip ‘Flip’ Zimmerman. They tend to make good use of those standard issue handcuffs 😉

Also, between you and me, Ronnie loves when you call him Sheriff. Really gets his blood a pumpin and his cock a twitchin.

[jynzandtonic]

Ok so I think I've thoroughly ousted myself and my apparent love for having food shoved in my mouth during sex 😂 I would like to know who Jyn thinks is bringing snacks to sexy time. Personally, I say Ronnie ~because it's just fun~ and Sackler because that maniac (I say that in the most loving way) will do just about anything if he thinks about it for more than a second. Let us discuss! ❤️

AYYYYY DEJA BBY! We celebrate ‘No Shame November’ year-round ‘round these parts and we ~also~ wholeheartedly support sexytime snacks. So! Sexytime snacc(k)s by category.

The Tru Snack MVP

Ronnie is the most likely to feed you slices of pizza while you bounce on his cock, or smear frosting all over your chest just to lick it off. You will be hearing more about this later, I assure you.

Absolute Goblins

Get ready for laundry day and a long post-sex shower if either Sackler or Phillip get their dirty little paws on a can of whipped cream. It. Will. Be. Everywhere.

Yes, But Make it Classy/Filthy

Dan will have a piece of silky-smooth, single-origin chocolate melt on your tongue while he tongues at you—you both get a little treat. 

Charlie will occasionally have you practice your table manners while sitting on his cock. Don’t use the wrong fork, Rosebud. You will also be hearing more about this later.

For Your Humble Consideration

Clyde might not plan on food being a part of sexytime, but would also be quite likely to serendipitously share a pint of ice cream with you in bed.

Flip is probably too busy fucking the living daylights outta you, but would not be opposed to some treats during a more, ahem, leisurely session.

Rick firmly believes breakfast is best enjoyed while fucking—not one after the other. 

Toby firmly believes tapas are best enjoyed while fucking—just not at a restaurant. Probably. 

[a-froger-epic]

Somewhere in a modern AU Mary listens to Katy Perry's Ur So Gay and thinks "haha oh gosh that's so Freddie" shortly followed by "...wait a minute" 😮

- - -

In the same AU (this is now a high school AU set in the 2000s) Mary is friends with Ronnie and they got into the whole purity ring thing, except Ronnie and John are both totally into it and will just sit in the park and innocently kiss for hours and profess their undying love for each other and name their future children, and Mary's like "I don't believe in sex before marriage, look at this pretty ring"

Freddie: "Oooh, stunning! You do you, my darling. Do I get a ring too?" *intently stares at Jim playing football with the other boys*

- - -

The gang at the cinema, watching one of the Matrix films

Roger & Jo: *making out before the commercials have finished*

Brian: *explaining the plot to Chrissie, who doesn't actually need it explained*

John & Ronnie: *holding hands, heads on each other's shoulders*

Mary: *watching Roger and Jo*

Freddie: *checking his flip-phone*

Mary: "Freddie! Put that away."

Freddie: "Hm?" *looks up* *sees Roger and Jo* "Oh, right." *does a huge show of yawning and putting his hand around Mary's shoulders*

Freddie: *pecks her on the cheek tenderly*

Mary: ...

Freddie: ...

Freddie: *flips his phone open*

- - -

Mary: "Hi Freddie!" 😊

Freddie: "Hello, my darling." ☺️

Jim: *walking by* "Hi Freddie."

Freddie: "Hhh-" *turns over his shoulder to see him go*

Freddie: *trips over his feet*

Freddie: *smacks face-first into an open classroom door*

Freddie: *drops his books on Mary's foot*

Freddie: "H-hi there!" *waves down the corridor even though Jim is too far away to hear him*

- - -

Brian: *after talking for twenty minutes straight* "...So, you see, that's what's so interesting about supermassive black holes."

Roger: 😐

Roger: "I asked if you like the new MUSE album."

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

Hey darling, i was wondering if i can have a request with ron weasley x reader. They start 7th year, the first morning of class she is getting ready with the girls (Hermione and ginny are her roomates) and she realized she packed her 5th year skirt and not the new one, she wears it anyways but its a little too short like to the mid thigh, the boys are always whistlering at her, looking at her legs and throwing "compliments". Ron doesn't like it, it makes him a little insecure but she reminds him she only loves him and she is only him's

I loveeee this concepttt, and I hope you like it<3

Promise?

Pairings : fem!reader x Jealous!RonWeasely

Warnings : Language, jealous Ron, catcalls, unprotected sex, oral (m.), classroom quickie, not proof read

Word count : something over 4K

You were totally going to flip out.

You spent so long making sure you had everything packed for the semester and here you were. It was frustrating to you, how could you miss this? This skirt was a size and a half too small, the most you moved the wrong way your whole asscheek would've been on the newsletters front page.

"It doesn't look that bad, it's wearable." Ginny stated, genuinely not finding a problem in you skirt as she brush through her red locks. "Besides you definitely have the legs for it." She tried to cheer you up as you stared at yourself in the body length mirror.

It's was your first day of year 7 and you were already off to a bad start. You wore this exact skirt on this exact day 2 years ago. You had grown since then, you were no longer a child, yet somehow you still managed to squeeze yourself right into this god awful skirt. It stopped down right at your mid thigh, and to say this was out of your comfort zones would be an understatement. You were on the verge of just deciding not to show up for classes today. Though you knew Hermione was never going to let that actually happen.

"You think I'd get away with it?" You pouted, and both of the girls nodded.

"You look like some of the muggle girls I see back home. They have interesting taste, personally I'd never pull it off, but you do, very well." Hermione spoke in hopes to cheer you up.

It didn't work very well.

"And if anyone asks just say you're making a fashion statement." Gin spoke, sending the idea through your head for only moment before you shook it out.

"No one makes fashion statements at Hogwarts... it's basically forbidden." You whined, stomping your foot on the ground.

"Says who?"

"It's an unspoken rule amongst like... everyone." You sighed in response.

Ginny rolled her eyes, standing from the edge of her bed. It was time to head for breakfast and meet up with the boys. You've been rambling about this since you got back to campus. You had yet to see Ronald, and you were overly ecstatic to see his beautiful face yet again. He and Harry sent you letters all summer long but you were busy doing things back in your hometown. You wanted to sneak out last night, but the two of you agreed on the morning. Besides, most of your classes were together, including your off period meaning you too got to do whatever you pleased for a whole hour. What's not exciting about that?!

"We have to get going soon, y/n. I'm hungry, and Hermione is halfway out the door already." Ginny spoke, grabbing you bag from off the floor as well. "No one is going to notice, you look fine." She reassured you. "And if anyone says anything about my sister-in-law we will be having some words." She smiled sweetly making your cheeks hot.

"Me and Ron aren't even married." You fought back you smiled as you took your bag from the girl. She was basically like the little sister you've always wanted. "And after today I might die of embarrassment, so we never will be."

"I think you look great. Now. Can we go?" Hermione stood, ready to start her day.

"Ugh, fine." You groan, both of the girls smiling widely at you. "But I'm only giving myself until 3 class before I started sobbing." You sighed as Hermione took your hand in hers. Leading you to the door.

"Please, you won't make it past snap me if he sees you in the hallway." Ginny scoffed, your eyes widening as you realized she was right.

"What if he dress codes me? Or all the teachers think I'm a whore? Oh god, I'm going to get kicked out-"

"Y/N! You're skirts not even that short, and I was talking about you holding in tears!" Ginny sighed, closing the room down behind the 3 of you.

You couldn't help it, you were on a rollercoaster of emotions up all the way to the dining hall. That's where the lot of your friends stood in the halls catching up and sending you sweet smiles and took you how good you looked. You're cheeks were burning hot, and the compliment made you want to curl up into a ball.

"Look, there they are!" Hermione spoke, pointing to the two boys, already digging into the food on their plates. You noticed the extra cup of juice and muffin on Ron's plate, he saved it just for you, knowing how uneasy your stomach is in the mornings.

A bright smile formed on your face as you began making your way towards your boyfriend. Your smile slowly faded as loud group of ravenclaw boys in the corner of the cafeteria sent loud whistle noises through the air. Your eyes went to them immediately before you noticed their sights set on you. Ron's head turned slowly too, not very interested in whatever poor girl they were harassing until his gaze was set on you.

His jaw nearly dropped to the floor. You looked beautiful, as you always did. You were walking with that smile you do when your uncomfortable, and your finger freshly manicured fingers gripping the strap of your book bag. You were dressed in your regular uniform, except when you scanned you over his eyes got stuck on the length of your legs. They were nice, they looked warm, and comfortable. He's see your legs before though, he's seen each of your boys part very close and intimately before but, now everyone was seeing what was usually reserved for his eyes only.

"People are staring." You mumbled.

"Let's just get to the table so they have nothing to stare at." Hermione spoke and you nodded.

"Nice skirt, Y/L/N!" A voice called out from somewhere in the cafeteria.

You ignored the comment, heading straight for your boyfriend who stood quickly from his seat at the table to greet you.

You're smile returned as you approached, neither of you waiting too long to wrap up in each other's arms. You threw your arms over his shoulder, his cinnamony scent taking over you nostrils almost instantly. His arms wrapped around you waist, gripping you tightly as he soaked in your presence. You felt your body release all tension it held and for a brief moment in time you forgot all about-

"Hey y/n," you're attention broke away from the warmth of Ron's body sinking into yours to the tall brunette with a bright smile on his face. "There's a party in the commons later, you should drop by." He spoke, eyes falling down your body, taking their sweet time in returning back to your face.

"Oh uhm, sure thing Cedric." You spoke, pulling away from you're red headed boyfriend.

"You guys can come too if you want." He spoke looking at the rest of your friends. "Can't wait to hear all about your summer, y/n." He spoke to you, sending a wink before waving goodbye.

You and Cedric had a few classes together, but you were never super close friends. Definitely not close enough to be inviting each other to party's.

"Since when are you Cedric best friends?" Your boyfriend asked noticing the way Cedric totally checked you out and how you didn't even notice.

"We're not. He was just being friendly." You shrugged it off, not seeing much more too it. You sent your boyfriend a sweet smile, unable to contain your happiness that you were finally reunited. "Now am I going to have to pretend that I want you to kiss me or are you going to read my mind?" You joked. Ron smiled, shaking off the weird feelings. His hands moved up to cup your face, bringing yours up to his until your lips came together. He tasted like orange juice and some type of tart berry.

"Oh young love. I love love." Lunas voices spoke breaking your kiss apart. Suddenly you pushed your boyfriend away to hug your other friend Luna. You missed her all too much this summer, seeing her again made your heart happy. "Hello." She giggled.

"It's good to see you, Luna. I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, y/n." Your friend smiled sweetly as you finally let her go, giving her space to breathe. "Bold fashion choice, really shows off your legs. You have nice legs." She commented, making your cheeks turn hot.

"Thank you, Luna." You smiled. "It wasn't really intentional, but I have to stick it out for the next few days." You explain and she nods.

"Hey y/n!" A voice called from across the cafeteria again. "Looking good!"

  You smile a bit, not really sure how to respond to the comment. You haven't changed much over the summer. Maybe you grew a few centimeters, and changed your hair up a bit, but you were still the same old y/n. It was like you haven't know half of this dining hall for the past 6/7 years of you life.

  "You've got to be kidding me." Ron scoffed, eyeing around the room from who the sound came from.

  "Ronnie, it's whatever, let's just sit, yeah" you hummed looking the spot he had reserved to you. "Muffins, my favorite." You tried changing the subject but you could still tell how the comment made from some asshole across the way bothered him. His cheeks were glowing red and his eyes squinting a bit. His lips pressed together in a thin line as you guided him to sit back down at the breakfast table.

  The day past very slowly. Teachers making snide remarks about skin, groups of girls whisper in the halls as you passed, and the occasional whistle call from a boy who just couldn't help himself.

  You were invited to the same party about 4 different times today. Each times with your boyfriend present, as if he wasn't standing right there. Some 5th year even tried asking you out in front of Ron, you saved his life by not respond and just pretending you didn't hear. Ron would've ripped the kids ears off if you acknowledged the plain foolery.

   "Where are you going, Ronald?" You asked as class ended. The two of you were supposed to spend your first free period of the school year together in the garden with sweets you snuck here from back home. Right now he just wanted to get out of the classroom as quickly as possible. "Ron!" You spoke louder, your steps quick in order to catch up with him.

  "I heard you the first time, y/n." He turned his head to gripe. Your eyebrows furrowed together at the unnecessarily aggressive comment.

  "If you didn't want to hang out with me, you could've just said. You don't have to be a dick about it." You scoffed, shaking your head even though he couldn't see your obviously hurt visual reaction.

  His hand reached out for your wrist, before you could walk away. You didn't want to cause a scene in the hallway full of students rushing to be out of the halls in a jiffy. You allowed Ron to drag you along with him, until he opened up an empty class room door. He pulled you in, shut the door behind you and spelling it shut so no one would interrupt the two of you.

  "You're not seriously going to that party tonight are you?" He scoffed out first, setting his bag on the ground as he turned to look at you with disappointment.

  "People are expecting me there, Ron. Everyone is going!" You sighed.

  "Doesn't mean you have to!"

"Is that why you're upset? A party? Bloody hell Ronald." You cursed, annoyed with the red head.

  "I'm upset because guys have been flirting with you like crazy all day and you just bloody let them!" He growled as you set your own bag down. "Don't act as if you had all of these friends last year, when we both know you didn't. The only reason the want you to go is so they can stare at your ass some more!" He fired your eyes widening a bit. It made perfect sense... You rarely ever spoke to Cedric before, or half of the boys that approached you today. You took all of their friendly gestures as... friendly gestures. Pulling out seats for you, complimenting your appearance, everything, you thought they were just being kind.

  "Excuse me, I don't see the worst in everyone. It's a new year, we're growing up, they were just being nice! You defend."

  "To you!" He snaps.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You're arms dropped from being crossed over your chest. His mouth opened to respond before shutting again, shaking his head and muttering a quick "never mind, it's nothing". "What did you mean, Ron." You spoke seriously, honestly quite annoyed with his behavior.

  "I've had to watch every boy in this school practically drool all over you since breakfast." He spoke up. You had forgotten about breakfast. "The whistles, the compliments, I even heard some Slytherin talk about winning you over at the party tonight." He sighed, explaining his anger. Was he jealous?

  "But literally everyone knows I'm yours, Ronnie." You respond in a softer tone, taking a step towards him. "I've been your for almost a whole year now, The thought of not being with you hasn't even crossed my mind."

  "Do you think they care, y/n?" He scoffed again. "Your hot, your smart, and you have a boyfriend, your a perfect target!" He whined.

  "I'm not going to be won over by cheap pick up lines and bad booze."

  "Are you sure? Because Cedric seems to think that your already begging him to sweep you off your feet. Was whispering about it all class." He pouted and you heart dropped into your stomach. "And why wouldn't you? He's good looking, sporty, funny, charming, and apparently he's a great kisser."

   "I wouldn't because I don't love him. I love you. I'll always love you, I'll never love anyone the way I love you. Your good looking, smart, you can be sporty if you didn't doubt yourself every five seconds-" he rolled his eyes, attempting to turn away from you before you grabbing his hand pulling him closer to you. "Like your doing now... your hilarious to me, Ronnie. You're the most interesting person I know, and I'm pretty sure your the best kisser to ever grace this sad run down planet." You spoke, pulling him until your bodies touched, placing his hands on your waist as you looked up into his soft eyes. "I love you, Ronald."

  "Do you promise?" He spoke quickly and you nodded.

"I'm going to marry you one day" A smile slowly found its way to his red face, allowing the anger and sadness to flush right through him.

  "I love you, y/n. More than life itself."

"Promise?" You smiled back.

   "Would I ever lie to the mother of my future children?"

  You stood on your tiptoes, leaning your head up until your lips pressed against his. He still tasted like orange juice, the tart berry faded as the day went past. His hands on your waist squeezing as you arms went over his shoulders. Your lips moving against his gave him a good taste of your cherry flavored lip balm. It was a new one, last year your stuck to a watermelon flavored balm.

   You hadn't even noticed the two of you were moving until he helped you hop up on one of the lab tables. Your hands moving down to unbuckle his pants as quickly as possible before he pulled apart your kiss.

  "Are you sure you wanna do this here?" He asked, only because he knew you would die of embarrassment if caught by anyone. He had no problem having sex with you in here, it's not like he hadn't that about it tens of times core.

  "Take me, right here." You nodded, unbuttoning his pants as you focused on one thing. "You know, I've really really missed you this past few months." Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. "I've missed you over and over and over..." you hummed, tugging his pants down enough until they weren't in your way.

  "That's a lot of missing me." Ron swallowed, you fingers slipping past the waist band of his boxers pulling them down a bit before you pulled out his cock with precum already leaking from his tip.

  "Mmhmm." You lost count of how many times you struggled to get yourself off without Ron. It was frustrating and made you regret not spend at least a few weeks with him and his family. "I've felt Kinda... empty." You spoke spreading your legs for him as he prepped himself.

  "I could help you out with that... make you feel more... full." He offered and you nodded. His hands slipping under the skirt that was no basically showing your whole ass, pushing you black panties to the sides. You were already dripping as his fingers ran up you slit to make sure you were ready for him.

  "Please Ronnie." You moaned, as he lined himself up with your entrance.

   He looked to you for last second approval, you nod, pulling his body closer to yours by his tie, connecting your lips once more before he finally pushed into you. You both groaned at the sensation, he stretched you out until you felt the pleasurable burn spreading through your groin. Not stopping until your hips met and he was deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, missing the feeling of the burn he usually ensued.

   He drew his hips back only a bit before slowly rocking himself into you. Your ass on the very edge of the table. Legs wrapped around his waist and he fucked into you. Lips still connected in sloppy slow sensual kisses that you dreamt about so many nights this summer. Your muffled moans filled the dead silence in the empty classroom the two of you were occupying. The sounds only encouraging his movements as his hips sped up in pace, hands down to grip your thighs to keep your legs apart for him. This wasn't the way either of you wanted to wanted to greet each other after 3 sum months, but it'd have to do.

  "God, your so tight!" Ron moaned through the sloppily kisses. His voice made you clench around him once more making his hips stutter as he moved faster and harder.

  "You feel so good baby."you moaned, voice in a high pitch and out of breath.

   His lips moved from your to down your neck, arm wrapped around your back to keep you steady. You were trying to keep yourself quiet in case any stragglers in the halls happened to walk by. You let out tiny gasps and squeals whenever he hit a particular deep spot in your cunt that nearly drove you mad.

   "F-fuck"

His hand moved from your thigh to your clit. Rubbing harsh circle on the bundle of nerves. Your jaw fell open as you tried to focus on a single point of pleasure to celebrate, with his cock hitting your g spot with every thrust and your clit sending pleasurable shocks through the rest of your body it was hard to focus on just one thing.

   "M's-so cl-ose-" you choked out, unable to really forming words.

  "I know, babe, cum for me, Princess." Ronald murmured, brain foggy with lust. Hips still rocking into

yours as you desperately tried to hold on for just a bit longer. It became harder to control to noises slipping past your lips. Uttering his name in your whines as he brought you over the edge, hips moving a bit slower as you clenched tightly around him, legs shaking a bit as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

“Oh fuck” you moaned, breathing heavy and hips still rocking into his.

“Almost forgot how pretty you are when you do that.” He smirks, your eyebrows furrowing a bit.

“When I do what?” You hum, he opened his mouth to respond but he just shut it back again before shaking his head.

“Nothing.” He shrugged.

“N- wait, did you..?” You peered down between the two of you.

“Uhm no, it’s fine- I don’t even have condom on me-”

“I can-”

“No, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” You stated, smiling at the way it was so easy to read each other’s minds. “Really.”

“I mean... yeah, uhm okay.” He spoke, cheeks turning a bright red color. You nodded letting out a slight moan as he pulled out of you. He helped you off the table, allowing you to fix your skirt before sinking down to your knees. You looked up to him through your lashes basically causing his insides to melt at the sight.

You wasted no time in making sure he was satisfied. Your lips arm lips warming around him, tongue collecting all of your own juices as you took him further into your mouth. You let out a soft moan, sending the vibrations through his spine earning a groan from him. His mouth fell open as he felt his tip touch the back of your throat. His eyes glued on your lips as his cock disappeared in your mouth over and over. He fought the strong urge to see just how far you could take him in your pretty mouth before you couldn’t breathe.

“Bloody hell, just like that, y/n.” He moaned, hand finding its way to the back of your head, only pushing you into him gently. You didn’t mind it, you actually very often craved the way he usually took control. That ache between your legs returned, the one that usually made your mind foggy and made bad decisions seem not so bad in the long run.

The ground cold on your knees, skirt wrapped tightly around your body, boyfriend beginning to twitch as your push your limit in how far he could go. Tears polling in the bottom of your eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup you had done perfectly for the day. You felt his cock twitching in your mouth enjoying the noises coming from his throat as he neared his high.

“Fuck I’m gonna-” he moaned before spilling his hot seed into you mouth. Without think you swallow I’m around him, milking him for whatever he was worth before he had to pull you away from him. Both of you slightly out of breath before as he helped you to your feet. Your lips glossy from a mixture of spit and his cum, which he didn’t seem to mind as he pulled you in for one final kiss.

“We should skip next period and lunch, have some fun... I haven’t seen you all summer and I really missed you.” You emphasized on the really, as you pulled away from the kiss.

“And as much as I’m not opposed to that, you’d castrate me tomorrow for letting you skip the first day just to have sex.”

“Mm, you get me.” You giggled, watching as he fixed himself so he could the two of you could return to normal civilization. “Now we should go before someone tries to get in here.” You mentioned, fixing your own skirt once again, and making sure you had no remnants of Ron on your face or clothes. You helped fix his tie until you both looked as well as two people could after fucking in a classroom. “Do you think we could sneak out tonight? Have a picnic under the Stars somewhere?” You asked, earning a light hearted chuckle from your boyfriend.

“What about your party?” He asked.

“They’ll just have to miss us.” You shrugged, taking Ron’s hand in yours as you know lace your bag on you shoulder.

He didn’t respond but you knew the answer. He just smile as pulled the both of you towards the door stopping as you heard the quick tapping of someone’s feet’s along the stone floors. You both paused in the doorway, hearts beating before watching your dark haired best friend turn the corner. He spotted the two of you quickly with a smile, out of breath and not really in the position to stop but he did so anyways.

“Woah, mate, what are you doing?” Ron asked, confusion lightly his face.

Harry’s eyes flickered from you back to Ron before rolling to the back of his head out of annoyance.

“That thing we said we were going to do earlier. You disappeared so I did it myself... and well... I got caught, so if you will excuse me-" you’re eyebrows furrowed as you looked to Ron with a sudden pale and tense figure.

“What did you do?” You groaned.

“YOU’RE DEAD POTTER!” A familiar clump of voices called, echoing through the halls before you’re eyes went wide.

“Tell you later?” He offered before you rolled your eyes gripping your boyfriend hand as you both prepared to run along side your friend.

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Izzy Stradlin & Johnny Thunders: An essay in the making lol

Okay, time for the conspiracy theories over here. Nah, just kidding but let's talk about the connections between Izzy Stradlin and Johnny Thunders. Here's my take:

I'm currently reading "Too Much Too Soon", the authorized biography of the New York Dolls by British journalist Nina Antonia, who was also close friends with Johnny. The thing is that I can't help but find a lot of similarities between Izzy and Johnny (of course, taking into consideration how much of an influence was Thunders in Izzy's life, not only on a musical level).

So, let's start analyzing some facts about Johnny's life and observations from the people who knew him. First, he didn't grow up with his dad, since the latter split when Johnny was just a baby and he was raised by his mom and his older sister. 

From an early age, he developed an interest in fashion, rock music, and especially, in Keith Richards. So much, that he dyed his hair jet black and asked his sister to cut his hair in the same style as Keith’s. During his teenage years, Johnny made a reputation as a regular on the NY music scene of the late 60s and was praised for his unique appearance. He didn’t look like any of his peers and people often wondered where he got such rare and incredibly interesting pieces of clothing since they couldn’t be found at any of the local thrift shops. Turns out, he bought his clothes at the women’s department and customized them with the help of his mom and sister. 

In terms of his personality, people described him as a quiet, shy, and reserved guy, except when he was on stage and you could see him jumping around and living his best life. Also, he started dabbling in drugs pretty much since puberty, beginning with pot, and then experimenting with LSD, quaaludes, coke, meth, etc., until getting to the ultimate killer: heroin. 

Also, alongside with frontman of the NYD, David Johansen, Johnny was responsible for writing the most important songs of the band, as well as being praised as a songrwriter. Same as Keith Richards, he was keen on simple and precise compositions and focused mostly on bluesy sounds and nods to old school rock n’ roll with heavy influences from the greats Muddy Waters, Bo Diddley, John Lee Hooker, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, etc.

.....

Got all that? Okay, now let’s go with our Indiana boy.

At this point we have pretty much nailed down Izzy’s background and biography, right? We know that he was raised by his mom and his grandma Elizabeth back there in Lafayette. He has two younger brothers, Kevin and Joe. His dad split and left for Florida where he remarried and had two other kids. 

Same thing, from a very early age he became interested in music, mainly thanks to his grandma, who was a drummer on a local jazz band. He was also greatly impacted by Don Kirschner’s tv show where lots of the most important musical acts from the 70s made appearances. He definitely saw the Dolls there and they became one of his favorites.

We still don’t know many details about his life as a teenager in boring Lafayette, except the little that he, Axl, or other close sources have shared. Izzy started smoking cigarettes and pot, firecrackers, and the usual soft drugs that all of us have taken during high school years at one time or another. We know that he liked skating, playing drums, and drawing, among other stuff.

Things start to get interesting when he gets to Los Angeles. Being Keith & Johnny MAJOR influences on him, he dyed his hair jet black and styled it the same way as Johnny in the early 70s. Long, straight, and looking like raven feathers. So, if you are a hardcore fan of the NYD and one afternoon you casually bump into Izzy down the Sunset Blvd in 1980, you’d highly lose your shit and think you’re seeing Johhny Thunders himself in front of you.

Also, like Johnny, Izzy didn’t start playing guitar. He was a drummer, then a bass player, and finally a guitarist. The difference in Johnny’s case is that he first played bass and then switched to guitar.

Now, concerning clothing, Izzy also brought attention for his curious looks, being one of the first people in Hollywood to wear creepers (according to Hollywood Rose founder and close friends with Izzy, Chris Weber). Same thing happened in New York to Johnny when he decided to subvert the local style by wearing chunky shoes and platforms. Not saying that he was the creator of the look (neither was Izzy), but they certainly inspired some people to do the same and express themselves through fashion. Izzy also used to customize his clothes, DIY some of them, make jewelry, thrift flips, etc.

On top of that, as a little tribute to his idol Johnny, Izzy embraced the color pink by wearing it in jackets that he spray-painted, socks, shirts, etc. Mix that with his ivory skin, dark hair, and facial features and you have another Mr. Thunders right there (And they DO look like they’re related... as well as Keith, Ronnie Wood, Sami Yaffa, Nasty Suicide, Tracii Guns, etc. On the fandom we call that breed of rockstar: “Emo Rat Boy” lol).

Another thing is that Izzy’s drug of choice was smack and as it also eventually happened to Johnny, it made him all doom and gloom, moody, and vanished the once happy and joyous spirit, both on stage and in real life. 

Even in the dynamic between Axl and Izzy, you can see the same chemistry and looks of Johnny and David Johansen back in the day. Even the essence of the New York Dolls as a whole is visible during the formation days of GNR. Just look at Arthur Kane and Duff McKagan, and this is just a little example.

To finish this, around 1990-1991, Izzy is seen playing the same guitar model that Johnny is most known for, Gibson Les Paul Junior in yellow. And in the late 90s-early 2000s (I’m not exactly sure when) he made a cover of “Do You Love Me?”, really, but really inspired by Thunders. 

And that’s all, folks. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK.

PLEASE LIKE AND REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED IT!

UPDATE: @roger-taylors-car please illustrate this with pictures. I can’t do it because my internet connection is SHIT. Thanks and excuse my French. Much love!!!

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Akio

CW: References to the death of a friend, grief, suicide, murder 

Sequel to Found Out and this past flashback to Oliver Branch

The sound of thin, breaded pork cutlets frying in the big pan on the stove fills the air, and Akio breathes in the familiar smell where he lays on his back on his parents’ gigantic cream-colored sectional couch, stretched out across the whole length of it on one side. Not that he’s all that tall to take up all that much space, really, but what matters is that he would definitely have fallen asleep by now if it weren’t for holding his phone up over his face.

It fell on him, once, and he’s pretty sure no one noticed. Emi, his younger sister, hasn’t even looked up once from her own phone, except once to triumphantly announce that no one caught her and they all voted someone else off the ship. Then she looked back down and never looked back up.

Akio frowns, looking at his own screen, tapping his thumbs as he writes out an answer to the person messaging him. “Hey, Mom?”

“Yes?” His mother looks up from cooking, her eyes moving through the big open space right to him. They’d knocked down all the walls when they bought the house, open-concept-something-something. Akio didn’t care, but it was apparently deeply important to his parents. Something about family togetherness.

“You remember Tristan Higgs, right?”

Aimi pauses, tucks a bit of her short black hair behind one ear to get it out of her eyes as she flips the pork cutlets on by one, to get the other side nicely browned, too. The sizzling ratchets up in volume and then back down again. Next to her sits four bowls already filled with rice, and the table already has the vegetables ready to go. “Of course, honey. Oh, the anniversary’s coming up, isn’t it? I have an alarm set on my phone… did you want to go to the cemetery next week to see Ronnie and Paul?”

“Ew, no creepy graveyards for me, thanks,” Emi says, eyes still glued to her phone.

“We wouldn’t take you anyway,” Akio says, rolling his eyes. “You don’t even remember Tris or his parents.”

“I do, too. I was like seven. He was really nice. Mrs. Higgs was really nice, too. Mr. Higgs was weird.” 

“Wow, what a stellar eulogy that was, Emi. I can see why you want to be a writer when you grow up. The description there was just incredible.”

“Oh, go drive into a lake,” Emi says, without any particular rancor in her voice. 

“If you’re going to fight, I’m going to send you two upstairs so I at least don’t have to listen to it,” Aimi says, moving the cutlets to rest on a paper plate with paper towels lining it while she heats mirin, soy sauce, and… some other stuff in a different pan. Honestly, Akio has no idea exactly how katsudon happens, all he cares about is that it’s the perfect after-practice food and he is starving.

Except he keeps getting distracted by this guy on Insta. “Anyway, Mom, um, about Tris. So… yeah, I do want to go out and see his parents next week, yeah, but-... there’s this guy on Instagram who keeps asking about him. That’s… that’s weird, right?”

Aimi looks up, blinking. “Asking about Tristan? What is he asking?”

“Just like… he says he saw the video I put up on youtube, and he’s asking, like… what was his birthday, and did he like fried chicken, was he autistic, and… did he like musical soundtracks. This is weird stuff to ask a total stranger, right?”

“A little.” Aimi pauses while she watches the pan, and then pours a small bowl with beaten eggs into it, watching them spread and start to lighten to a puffy yellow as it cooked in the already-boiling liquid mixture. “Did you ask why he wants to know?”

“I did, but he just said he’s doing some research or something. But, like… research on what?” Akio taps on the guy’s little profile photo, bringing the profile itself up. “His username is benthebadmagician. Okay that’s-... that’s kind of cute.” 

Aimi’s voice turns sly. “Is this Ben cute?” 

“Ugh, gross, Mom. That’s not-... I mean he’s kind of-... that’s not important.”

“Ooooh, eyeballin’ the insta-hotties,” Emi singsongs. “Aki’s gettin’ desperate. Just get a freaking dating app like everyone else.”

“Already on it, Emi.”

“Then why exactly don’t you get any dates? Oh, right.” Emi sits forward and grins. “I forgot about your personality.”

Akio throws a throw pillow at her and the big orange poof misses by a mile. Emi laughs, getting to her feet and wandering over to the fridge, pulling a can of soda out and popping the top. “Aren’t you an athlete, how the hell did you miss that?”

“Language,” Aimi warns, waving a spoon at her daughter. She gently places the cutlets into the cooking eggs to finish up. “No swearing under my roof, young lady.”

“Aki swears all the time!”

“Aki is twenty-four years old,” Aimi says, almost primly. “And he doesn’t swear where I can hear him.”

“What, so it doesn’t count if you don’t hear him?”

“Of course it doesn’t, how do I know if I don’t hear him?”

Akio smiles, faintly, but he’s scrolling through the Ben guy’s instagram feed now. Just looking at the grid of squares, photos and videos. Lots of coffees and food, people laughing, photos of a girl with really pretty hair. Photos of Ben the Bad Magician himself. Nerd, Akio thinks, but cute nerd - definitely nose-in-a-book type. Nice brown hair, nice smile. 

“Oh look at that face,” Emi says, eyebrows raised. “Ben the Insta-Weirdo actually is cute huh?”

“Go eat slugs.” Akio keeps scrolling down and down, not sure what he’s looking for. Autism awareness banners - he checks those to learn the Ben guy’s got an autistic little brother, and his friend Christopher is autistic. There’s a couple slides, and he swipes his finger to what he assumes is a photo of the Ben guy with the little brother, who looks almost exactly like him, just a whole bunch younger and looking, unsmiling, off to one side while Ben grins at the camera.

Akio doesn’t bother checking the last slide - it’s probably just whoever the Chris guy is. He backs back out to the grid of thumbnails. Maybe he just picked up on the stuff Tris always did when he was excited, and got curious? Maybe his little brother liked the video? Akio’s gotten a couple comments from people saying they liked seeing an autistic kid just be fucking happy in public without getting shit on for it, and that used to be a big deal for Mrs. Higgs, too...

The question about musicals keeps snagging at him. Tris loved musicals, went through cycles with them. He and Akio had a whole routine done to a song in Hairspray, just for fun, when Tris was obsessed with that for a while. And then they were going to do the Time Warp as a routine once...

Akio keeps scrolling, only vaguely aware of his sister and mother talking, and Emi leaving the room to go call their dad in for dinner. 

Emi stops in the doorway and turns back. “Don’t forget to get his phone number, Aki. You can definitely trust strangers on the internet creepily interested in your dead best friend, right?”

Akio looks up, then, blinking at her. “Emi, that’s-...”

She seems to catch herself, and gives him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Aki. That got bitchy.”

“Language,” Aimi reminds her. “But I appreciate you apologizing. Does anyone even hear me say to use nice language any longer?”

“No,” Akio and Emi say in unison, and then Emi disappears down the hallway, bellowing for their father in her loudest voice even though she could easily walk up the stairs and not have to yell at all. 

Akio looks at his mother and deadpans, “Your daughter is really weird.”

Aimi matches him tone for tone. “Your sister is weirder.” 

She places the cutlets on top of the rice bowls with the egg just underneath the meat, carrying them one by one to the table, setting them each down in their place, and then grabs her glass of wine, patiently waiting for her while she cooked. She pads on bare feet across the hardwood floor over to the pale white rug, soft as down underfoot, and stands next to where Akio is laying down. “Are you looking at the profile?”

“I am, yeah. I don’t know what I’m looking for, really, just… hey, wait.” Akio stops at the thumbnail preview for a video, tapping to open it up. It starts with a blue-haired boy smiling, and his smile hits Akio all odd, makes his throat tighten and his heart start to race. The boy in the video puts up a finger and backs up, glances over his shoulder at a TV screen behind him playing the tango scene from Rent. 

Akio blinks as the boy holds out a hand and a girl with really gorgeous long wavy hair takes it, the two of them moving effortlessly into a perfect mimicry of the dance on screen. The room they’re in is mostly empty, furniture shoved to the walls to turn what looks like some kind of lobby into a dancing space.

“Wow, that kid can really dance,” Akio murmurs, but the smile catches him, tugs at the back of his mind. The blue-haired boy can’t keep the grin off his face, it has to hurt to smile so big for so long, and the last person Akio thought that about was…

“You got this, Chris!” Someone calls from offscreen, and for a second Akio hears Tris and catches his breath, but no, no, they said Chris. Someone else claps for Mari - that must be the girl, maybe. 

They continue to dance, and Akio can’t tear his eyes away. “Mom? Do you see this?”

Aimi looks up from straightening some magazines on the coffee table and leans over, sipping her wine absently. “See what, honey?”

“Look,” Akio whispers. His throat is closing up, he can’t manage anything more than that. 

The two do a spin, and then burst out laughing, and the Chris boy stands back up straight, throwing his arms up like he’s just hit a perfect landing-

“Oh my god,” Aimi says next to him, her own voice strangled and choked, and Akio feels his mother’s hand suddenly clutch onto his shoulder. “Aki, is-”

“He’s dead,” Akio whispers. “He killed himself after his parents-... he’s dead, Mom.”

The Chris boy looks right at whoever was filming the video, shoots them a brilliant, shining smile, and then starts rocking, his hands moving through the air and twisting at the wrists, bouncing up and down on his toes.

Akio’s breath is shuddering in and out, and his heart pounds, trying to break out of his chest. “He’s-... Mom, he’s dead.”

“His aunt had him cremated,” Aimi says, but her lips are barely moving and the wineglass is loos in her fingers. “After they found him. She didn’t want a funeral.”

“He’s dead,” Akio repeats, thinking of the smile, the movements, the shy way he ducks his head at the end when people clap him on the back. He backs up to the wall again, keeps scrolling, looks for more pictures of the blue hair. He opens every single one he can find, searching for something, some sign that will tell him he’s not seeing what he knows he’s seeing. “His aunt took his phone away after like three months and then he was dead a month later, wasn’t he?”

There’s a pause.

“Mom? Mom, didn’t he kill himself like four months after they died? Didn’t he?” Akio’s voice sounds weak and is getting weaker. “Mom, please-... please answer me, didn’t he-”

“He left a note,” Aimi whispers. “His aunt-... she said he left a note, that he couldn’t live without them. It’s-... I never thought-... I never thought to question her, Aki, I never-... she was Ronnie’s family...”

He clicks another video.

“You’re a fucking mess, Christopher,” The girl from the dance video says, sitting in a tank tops and shorts on the edge of a bathtub. “Letting your roots grow out like that. But don’t you worry, Madam Mari is here to help!”

“Please don’t, don’t don’t-don’t call yourself Madam. Please?” A voice says, uneasily, and the blue-haired boy moves into the screen. “For, for, for me?”

“Yeah, no problem, Chris. Why’d you let it grow out so bad, anyway?”

His hair’s not blue in this one - or it is, but only about half of it. Pale and faded, but the top of his hair has grown back in for about three inches, and it’s coppery strawberry blond. He turns to the camera and gives a sheepish smile. “I, I got distracted and for, um, forgot.”

Aimi’s wineglass slips from her fingers, hits the floor, sprays wine like blood across the pristine white rug. 

Neither of them notices.

“I… I cried for him for like a year straight,” Akio chokes out, and he finds more pictures, more videos, more more more. He opens them up and then backs out of them again, unable to stop himself. Every photo shows him some shard of the mirror reflection of a dead boy all grown up - a sparkle of green eyes, happy motions in the background of a video, more of that familiar sunny smile. “I kept-... I kept all the stuff he left in my room, I saved all h-his text messages from before he d, disappeared, I-”

“This can’t be him,” Aimi says in a fierce whisper. “It can’t be, Aki, it can’t.”

Akio taps on another video.

The boy ties his long blue hair back in it, glancing sidelong at the camera, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “And, and, and you’ll, um, you’ll buy the, the, the-the-the nachos?”

“If you can still do it? Yeah, absolutely. Seeing that’s worth a plate of nachos to me. I’ll even buy you those fucking margaritas you like.”

“Chris just likes the sugar,” Someone else says, and Chris sticks his tongue out at them.

He takes a few steps back, rolling his shoulders, shaking out his arms. 

Akio tells himself that if the Chris on the screen doesn’t nail this, it can’t be him, it can’t be him at all. 

The boy puts his hands up, then down at his sides, back bowed briefly in a motion Akio knows too, too well, knows better than he knows breathing. The boy takes off across the grass without hesitation and-

Akio and Aimi both exhale.

-he jumps forward, dips at the waist, catches himself on his hands and does a perfect set of three backflips across a big grassy lawn, stumbling the landing but his feet pop right back into final position, and he throws his arms up with his chin lifted, and someone offscreen shouts, “Perfect Ten, Stanton!”

The boy laughs, shakes his head, says, “I’d be, be, be dinged for the, um, the landing, but-... but, but good, right? I did good? Laken?”

Someone with the coolest hair Akio has seen steps into the screen and they hug, kiss briefly, and then Chris apparently can’t handle the happy emotions because he backs away to start bouncing up and down, grinning.

He looks back at the camera. “Want to see me, me, me... me do it again?”

“He’s not dead,” Aimi says, and her voice sounds like someone closed their hands around her throat. “Oh, Ronnie-”

“What the fuck happened to Tristan fucking Higgs?” Akio’s voice is barely audible over the sound of the video starting over. “He’s… he’s not dead. He’s not dead, Mom, he’s not-... he’s not dead, Mom, he’s not dead and he’s right-... that the university, right? He’s not dead, and he’s, has he-... has he been here the whole fucking time?”

His mother doesn’t chide him for language this time. Her hand tightens on Akio’s shoulder as red wine soaks the rug beneath her feet and she whispers, “Give that Ben boy your number. Tell him to call you.”

Her fingernails ache where they dig into his skin through his shirt.

“Now.”

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[arrowverse-next-gen]

Baby Pumpkin

Ronnie was laying on the couch closest to the window in Eliza’s apartment. It was 2AM and he showed up when she wasn’t home, so he figured he’d just wait for her to get back before going to bed.

This wasn’t creepy. They’ve been dating for awhile, he had a key, she knew he was coming. She told him she might have work late so if she isn’t there when he gets to the apartment, let himself in.

He spent his time waiting for her by reading the newspaper that Quinn always brought in for the dogs to chew on. It made a mess, but it kept the dogs out of her business for an hour so she kept doing it. As long as Eliza’s dog didn’t get a hold of it, it was still readable by the time Ronnie got there.

LA news was much more interesting than CC’s “Flash Day” every fucking week. It wasn’t as annoying to him as it was to Eliza and the rest of the Star City crew...But it did get old. It’s been decades. He’s still special? There’s other heroes now.

Ronnie rolled his eyes as he looked over the ads section. He was surprised that these things were even in the paper. How much did these people have to pay?

Before he could flip to the next page, the door to the apartment opened and he sat up waiting to see who it was coming through it.

Quinn was in Nevada, as far as he was aware, so it had to be his girlfriend. Either that, or a very attractive burglar.

“Hey.” He gave a little wave as Eliza stepped fully inside and shut the door with her foot.

She looked up and gave him a smile. Sitting her bag of things on the couch across from Ronnie. “Hey.”

“What’d you buy?” He asked, not moving from his spot on the couch. He wasn’t overstepping boundaries, he was just curious.

“Stuff I need for work.” She shrugged, going through the small items in her bag. She pulls out a few make up items, a canister of fake blood, a few sfx stick ons, and a baby pumpkin.

Ronnie raised an eyebrow at the last item, he looked back up at Eliza. With further inspection, her nose had a reddish tint and her eyes seemed irritated.

“You okay?” He stood up. Now he would overstep his boundaries.

“Yeah?” She looked at him like he was crazy.

“You sure? You look like you’ve been crying.” He took a step closer to examine her in better light.

She looked down at her bag, piling her things back into it. Except for the pumpkin, which remained in her available hand.

“Liz?”

“I....had a long day.” She shrugged, folding the flaps of the bag so that if a curious dog came up, they wouldn’t be able to get inside.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.” She laughed, moving to the other side of the couch to stand beside Ronnie.

“Can I have a hint as to what upset you?”

“I’m not upset.” She assured him. Lifting the baby pumpkin up for him to see.

It was small, orange, made of a heavy plastic, and had a face drawn on.

“I found him. He is my son.” She smiled, giving the pumpkin a kiss on the stem.

“Okay?”

“Our son.” She corrected herself. “His name is Ronaldo.”

Ronnie laughed, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. Miriam hears that, I’m fucked.”

“No cursing in front of our child.” Eliza’s eyes narrowed, sitting down on the couch.

She sat the pumpkin on the coffee table, gently pushing Ronnie’s leg back so she could reach it comfortably since she had already sat down.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again, his tone worried and caring.

She nodded, looking up at him. “I’m better now.”

“Because of me or...” Ronnie looked down at the pumpkin.

“Ronaldo.” She finished for him. “Both...But....I mean...He’s adorable.” She answered as honestly as possible.

Ronnie shrugged. He could take that loss. It was a cute pumpkin.

[safarigirlsp]

What are your boys’ favorite songs to sing karaoke to?

Kylo - Let’s be honest, Kylo has no business singing karaoke. He’d pick something horribly inappropriate or dark. His options would range from Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson, Pony by Far, or Closer by Nine Inch Nails.

He’ll lose it if you sing him something sultry like Blue Jeans or Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey or Skyfall by Adele. He’ll never admit it, but he loves how the lyrics of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift fit him.

Kylo’s not a dancer but if you ask him to dance with you, he’ll give 100% effort and even go the extra mile to learn and train on his own. He’ll do anything for you. Except refrain from trying to fuck you right out on the dance floor.

Flip - He will want something fun that will suit his deep rough voice. Folsom Prison by Johnny Cash, Hello I Love You by The Doors, or even Lil Red Riding Hood by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs when he’s feeling more playful. He also likes Keep on Rocking Me Baby by the Steve a Miller Band, even if he can’t match the pitch. If it’s just the two of you, he’ll wrap his arms around you, swaying with you, while huskily singing I Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis or Lay Lady Lay by Bob Dylan.

He loves it when you get all sexy and sing him Fever by Peggy Lee.

Don’t let his gruff exterior fool you. This lumberjack can cut a rug with the best of them and move those hips in lots of ways that make you smile outside of the bedroom. He can also do a pretty damn good Elvis impersonation.

Pale - “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, sweetheart?” If you actually convince him to do it through some kind of elicit bargaining, he will sing you something sarcastic and classy. Puttin’ on the Ritz by The Stray Cats or Minnie the Moocher by Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen are up his alley.

You enjoy teasing him back with Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps by Doris Day or Big Bad Handsome Man by Imelda May.

Pale’s version of dancing is grinding against your ass while you’re putting on makeup or doing the dishes. Occasionally, he’ll treat you to a dance out in the proper setting.

Charlie - He loves the classics that he can swing you around to while he sings to you. Even if he’s singing karaoke, he’s still only singing to you. L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole and The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra are some of his favorites. For something more contemporary, he might dip into The Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. His guilty pleasure is singing Michael Buble in the shower. @iamakiller and @direnightshade can vouch for this.

When you bust out a classic yourself like Feeling Good by Nina Simone, he goes crazy for you.

Charlie can dance with you alll night. Slow dancing. Ballroom dancing. You name it. He’s the consummate showman, after all.

Clyde - Night Moves by Bob Seger or Sweet Home Alabama by Lynrd Skynyrd. Sometimes he’ll dip into the Beatles and sing you A Taste of Honey because it reminds him of you. For something modern, he loves to sing you Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton.

He blushes and kisses you halfway through your rendition of This Kiss by Faith Hill.

Clyde’s wonderful at slow dancing, if by slow dancing you mean upright cuddling and making out.

Dan - Dan’s a smooth operator who will sing you something like Ain’t No Sunshine by Al Green, Moondance by Van Morrison, or After Midnight by JJ Cale.

He loves it when you sing him something chill like Baby I Love Your Way by Bob Marley or Because the Night Belongs to Lovers by 10,000 Maniacs.

Adding some extra guys in here because these images just popped into my head!

Ronnie - Because I Got High by Afroman. Perhaps while dancing in his boxers and smoking a joint.

Sackler - If you promise you’ll reward him properly, he’ll bust out Genie in A Bottle by Christina Auguilera complete with his best moves.

And just for fun, a couple more lovely gifs I just found on Pinterest.

[eclectic-feathers]

Hello! Here’s my submission for @50yearsofqueen’s event. Posted nearing midnight for the drama. It’s a Doctor Who crossover that doesn’t really have much to do with the franchise other than in concept. It’s a very complex show, but canon’s already constantly challenged so I might as well challenge it even more. Thanks to my partner @bananavarina who made the art for this chapter and other chapters to come. Special thanks to @anne-white-star for helping me with the concept. Hope y’all enjoy!

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Humans succumb rather easily to trickery. After all, an unfortunate amount of them lead such jaded lives to the point they gradually lose the ability of thinking outside the box. This particular box is all these humans have ever known, yet, still, it serves as a case study in the development of claustrophobia. It’s stuck moving at a steady pace in a singular direction: forward. No turning back, no jumping ahead. Worst of all, the box never takes you anywhere. You need gasoline for that and gasoline, as you may well know, is expensive.

And if you don’t prefer a cheaper alternative for transportation, you’re either very well off or there’s something terribly wrong with you.

Thus, when presented with a different box, a time-traveling, space-hopping one which happens to accommodate much bigger dimensions on the inside, humans are easily fooled into stepping right in, putting aside all reasonable caution.

It’s for this reason that The Doctor recruits folks aboard his TARDIS with relative ease. It’s an art form he has nearly mastered, effectively trapping starry-eyed wanderers under the guise of adventure into a lifetime’s worth of the terror they least expect upon boarding. This terror had plagued dozens of Earthlings whose narrow understanding of space and time rendered them rather clueless as to how they might defeat it. This entity was, as brave Jamie McCrimmon ever so rudely proclaimed, a threat less comprehensible than Cybermen. This threat was unwanted exposition.

(Which is more commonly referred to as rambling.)

Countless humans have fondly (and exasperatedly, as certified human, Tegan Jovanka may attest) listened to The Doctor ramble for hours on end. It was a familiar dynamic, one The Doctor found comfort in. Perhaps, most of his companions never truly understood what he would be rambling on about, but it was, and still is, part of their exchange. The Doctor finds joy in showing such excitement, such beauty and wonder, to his friends. In return, his friends put the fun in his travels and gawk, accordingly, to all that they witness.

The Doctor always expected his companions to marvel in the sights and let him ramble on and on from topic to topic. What he didn’t expect was for them to stop marveling and start rambling back.

-

“Your mama loved scarves. They were all she had managed to pack from home when she was taken here.”

Brian slipped on his rubber footwear, his feet secured by tiny pieces of braided cloth cut from a scarf threaded through unevenly punctured holes. Haru had called them flip flops although he wasn’t quite sure whether it was a name he’d invented to cheer him up when he was little (like when he used to call lightbulbs fireflies) or if it happened to be the effect of inherent human silliness, thus making it the correct term.

“This is your papa’s favorite pair of pants. Your mama doodled stars and planets on it for his birthday. He loved them as he loved her...you love them too, don’t you?”

He pulled the pants up and fastened it with a belt. It was rather long and baggy for a ten-year-old. Still, Brian tried to make it work, bunching up the cloth and standing as tall as he could. He wondered if his father was out there, unaware of the existence of a son, finally home among the stars drawn daintily across his trousers.

“We all had to wear long sleeved shirts back in the metropolis. I wore green. He wore white.”

Brian put one on accordingly. The sleeves flopped and swallowed his arms as the shirt engulfed his skinny frame.

“Your mama had sewn him a vest. He wasn’t particularly fond of vests but he was very fond of your mama.”

He put on the black vest

Little Brian stared at the mirror in front of him, unsure what to feel. He felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, yet he wasn’t quite sure if it were right to mourn for something he’d never known.

“Bri?”

Brian looked up to find Haru standing at the doorway. His face was blank, yet a storm seemed to brew in his eyes. Perhaps, he was upset that the child he’d loved and raised as if he were his own was wearing the painful reminder of his friends long gone. Or, perhaps, he was disheartened that said child wasn’t satisfied enough with his care to stop yearning for his parents’ presence. Perhaps, he was neither of those. Perhaps, he was angry.

Brian hoped he was angry.

A moment of silence passed between them. Then another. Brian had read about moments like this in fictional Earthling books. He was steeling himself for those angry outbursts he always read about. Haru rarely got upset, yet Ian had never messed up this terribly before. So he braced himself…

Only to be engulfed in a bone crushing hug.

Brian quickly hugged Haru back as the latter trembled. He felt the pitter patter of tears falling on his shoulder and for the first time in his life, he felt the crushing weight of loss.

“You deserve to know your father,” Haru croaked as he regained his composure. Brian merely buried his face in his shoulder as he finally let his own tears flow.

“I already do, Dad.”

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“Doctor, your library’s collection of medical books is incomplete,” proclaimed Brian, a young man clad in white, signifying his status as an esteemed astronaut of Planet Rhye.

The Doctor gasped theatrically, startling Deacy, a man from 21st century Leicester, younger and less knowledgeable than Brian, yet seemingly much wiser. He’d been tinkering with a malfunctioning lever for about an hour now.

The Doctor merely smiled in apology to which Deacy responded with a fond shake of his head.

“Oh the TARDIS hasn’t been fixed yet?,” Brian inquired as he sank into a lavish red sofa situated in the console room.

“Not to my knowledge, no,” Deacy replied.

The Doctor laughed.

“Cheeky now, aren’t we?”

“Well, I deserve to be cheeky. After all it wasn’t me who busted the wiring in the butterfly room for a photoshoot.”

The Doctor scoffed as Brian let out a snort of his own.

“I’ll have you know, darling, that we’re perfectly safe and untarnished. I managed to avert the crisis by rearranging the wires before anyone could get hurt.”

“Did you, now?,” Deacy asked, his confusion evident.

“Of course I did!”

“Then how come the wires here are all mismatched and tangled up?”

A sudden silence swept across the room.

“Oh! You managed to rearrange them well enough for the TARDIS not to combust but they still weren’t in the correct order because based on the times we were on Itakam and the time we went to Roman occupied Greece, you’re no good at technical repairs,” Brian piped up, rather satisfied with himself. Deacy chuckled as The Doctor gaped at his lack of tact.

“Brian...do tell me about the library,” The Doctor muttered, as Deacy amusedly returned to his work.

“I’ve searched high and low in every single shelf of your library and found references to every single medical lung condition I’ve read of back home. They were all there...except for one.”

“Well, that’s silly, darling! The book dealer had been very sincere. I couldn’t have been tricked!”

“Perhaps, you’d simply been gullible?,” Roger suggested as he entered the room. He was exceptionally beautiful with no trace of wrinkles, pores, or even a philtrum. His skin was smooth as silk save for a pair of gills which rested on either side of his neck. He sat next to Brian and plopped his feet on the former’s lap. It was no secret that this Doctor, unlike the last two of his incarnations, was reserved around strangers. That being said, soaked up every last trace of physical affection from his friends like a sponge. Yet, even he chuckled at the display of such disregard for human manners.

Brian was human. However he’d been raised far from Earth, isolated from society with no one but Dad for company. Etiquette was unimportant in his little world and Dad hadn’t known enough about human custom to teach him anything of substance. Brian hadn’t known touch for years and he embraced, quite literally, its sudden return in the form of team cuddles. It seems rather funny, doesn’t it? That there are things you never realize you lost until you find it and cherish it once more? Ian seemed to believe so.

Roger was a fish.

“That’s impossible, for how all that pretentiousness my sixth face had, he simply wasn’t one to be tricked.”

“I beg to differ,” Roger countered. “I’ve met him. You’re absolutely rubbish at spaceship maintenance, I give you that. But you’re actually quite clever...very creative even. He was witty and creative too, but he wasn’t clever. He was mostly a bumbling fool.”

The Doctor didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.

“What medical condition were you looking for anyway?,” Deacy inquired as he rolled up the sleeves of his turtleneck and took off his spliced button up.

“Hanahaki disease.”

At this, Roger quickly turned away from Brian, trying to hold in his laughter. The Doctor buried his smiling face in Deacy’s shoulder as the latter forcibly schooled his expression into one of nonchalance. He was well aware that Hanahaki disease was fictional, after all, his girlfriend, Ronnie used to write fiction in her spare time and he’d be the beta reader. He nodded politely, as Brian happily hummed a little tune, oblivious to his friends’ antics.

You know you’ve got a terrible grasp on human custom when even a fish is more culturally aware than you.

“Well, either way,” Brian piped up, still blissfully unaware, “your collection’s incomplete. Maybe we should go look for the missing volume after Deacy repairs the console?”

“I reckon we need another adventure,” Roger agreed as he set his legs on the floor and yanked The Doctor towards the couch. Brian scooted closer, letting his head rest on Roger’s shoulder as The Doctor climbed in and rested his upper body on his companions’ laps.

“I’m afraid we’ll be stranded here for a little while,” Deacy remarked.

“Then what are you waiting for?,” Brian asked as he beckoned Deacy over to the couch. The latter smiled as he joined in what he believed to be the best part of traveling with The Doctor: cuddle piles.

—————————————-

“Are we gonna tell him…?”

“No!”

“How dare you?! I invited you onboard expecting a starry-eyed audience to gawk at everything I do but instead I got someone who seems to know my TARDIS better than me!”

“There’s no point in complaining about free maintenance.”

“You’re one to talk, fishman. There’s no point in bringing you along with me to witness the universe if you’ve already seen it all!”

“Yet you still keep us around.”

“...I suppose I do. Now wipe those smug looks off your faces. We’re going to 2012. Just to appease him.”

[theliberaltony]

via Politics – FiveThirtyEight

On Monday, Texas lawmakers gave a first glimpse at what the state’s new congressional districts may look like. The redrawn map was highly anticipated given that Texas gained two additional congressional seats — the most of any state — during the reapportionment process and because Republicans are fully in control of the state’s redistricting process. Yet the new map, if passed, would not substantially alter the topline partisan breakdown of Texas’s seats. It appears that Republican mapmakers prioritized defending the GOP’s current seat advantage over trying to significantly expand it.

Overall, this map creates 24 solid or likely Republican seats, 13 solid or likely Democratic seats and one swing seat in the Rio Grande Valley. (The state’s two new districts will be placed in the Austin and Houston metropolitan areas, as those two areas fueled much of the state’s population growth since 2010.) But this isn’t that much different than what Texas’s map currently looks like: At present, the delegation is made up of 23 Republicans and 13 Democrats.

This is still a very good map for Republicans, though, because mapmakers strengthened the GOP’s advantage in the state by making a number of potentially vulnerable seats held by Republicans much redder, with the newest Houston-area seat also drawn so that it’s favorable to Republican candidates. As the table below shows, the current map has 11 Republican incumbents in seats that were less than 20 points more Republican than the country as a whole, according to FiveThirtyEight’s partisan lean metric.1 But on the new map, all but one Republican-held seat would be R+20 or stronger for the GOP.

GOP incumbents are protected in Texas’s new proposed map

Change in partisan lean in Texas congressional districts held by Republicans, from the current map to the first draft plan proposed by the Texas Legislature

District Partisan lean GOP Incumbent Old New Old New Change Beth Van Duyne TX-24 TX-24 R+3.5 R+22.3 R+18.8 Dan Crenshaw TX-02 TX-38 R+9.1 R+26.6 R+17.6 John Carter TX-31 TX-31 R+11.2 R+27.3 R+16.1 Roger Williams TX-25 TX-25 R+16.4 R+31.8 R+15.4 Troy Nehls TX-22 TX-22 R+8.3 R+23.7 R+15.3 Michael McCaul TX-10 TX-10 R+9.2 R+24.5 R+15.2 Chip Roy TX-21 TX-21 R+10.2 R+24.5 R+14.2 Van Taylor TX-03 TX-03 R+10.5 R+23.6 R+13.0 Randy Weber TX-14 TX-14 R+24.6 R+35.3 R+10.6 Jake Ellzey TX-06 TX-06 R+11.2 R+21.0 R+9.8 Pete Sessions TX-17 TX-17 R+18.2 R+26.2 R+7.9 Tony Gonzales TX-23 TX-23 R+5.1 R+12.8 R+7.7 Michael Burgess TX-26 TX-26 R+23.3 R+26.4 R+3.0 Jodey Arrington TX-19 TX-19 R+52.1 R+53.3 R+1.3 Louie Gohmert TX-01 TX-01 R+50.3 R+49.9 D+0.4 Michael Cloud TX-27 TX-27 R+28.8 R+27.8 D+1 Lance Gooden TX-05 TX-05 R+29.8 R+27.0 D+2.8 Kay Granger TX-12 TX-12 R+30.2 R+24.3 D+5.9 Brian Babin TX-36 TX-36 R+50.7 R+34.9 D+15.8 Kevin Brady* TX-08 TX-02 R+49.7 R+29.9 D+19.8 Ronny Jackson TX-13 TX-13 R+65.9 R+45.1 D+20.8 August Pfluger TX-11 TX-11 R+64.3 R+41.0 D+23.3 Pat Fallon TX-04 TX-04 R+56.3 R+29.7 D+26.7

*Incumbent is retiring.

Incumbents were placed in the district that contains the largest population share of their old district. They may not necessarily seek reelection in that district.

Partisan lean is the average margin difference between how a state or district votes and how the country votes overall. This version of partisan lean, meant to be used for congressional and gubernatorial elections, is calculated as 50 percent the state or district’s lean relative to the nation in the most recent presidential election, 25 percent its relative lean in the second-most-recent presidential election and 25 percent a custom state-legislative lean.

Given that the GOP controls the redistricting process in Texas, it might seem strange that it wasn’t more aggressive in trying to flip a seat or two held by Democrats. But population growth and demographic shifts in Texas have arguably benefited Democrats so significantly that Republican mapmakers were mostly left playing defense — concerned that some GOP incumbents might soon become vulnerable.

At the top of that list is Rep. Beth Van Duyne, the only Texas Republican defending a seat that President Biden carried in 2020. The new map lines, however, would shift Van Duyne’s district between Dallas and Fort Worth nearly 20 points to the right, meaning that she likely has far more to worry about in a primary than in a general election now after winning by only 1.3 points last November.

Three other Republican incumbents in seats that were less than R+10 also saw their districts move at least 15 points to the right. Rep. Dan Crenshaw ranks among these members, although it’s not clear which seat he may run in: About one-third of his current district is in the new 38th District, but the same is true of the new 2nd District, too, which may also be open, considering Rep. Kevin Brady of the current 8th District is retiring. Either way, Crenshaw — a rising star in the GOP — would be far safer than he is now. 

Rep. Tony Gonzales of the 23rd District is the only Republican incumbent who wouldn’t end up in a seat that’s at least R+20, but his perennial battleground district would be reforged into a relative GOP stronghold: His district would be R+13 under the new lines. Like Van Duyne, Gonzalez would breathe far easier under this new map, after he only won by 4 points in 2020.

In order to make many of these seats safer for Republicans, GOP lawmakers moved more Democratic voters into seats that the GOP had previously targeted but now seem to have abandoned. For example, the seat held by Democrat Lizzie Fletcher, who unseated a Republican incumbent in 2018, would go from D+1 to D+25. Meanwhile, the Dallas-area seat represented by Democrat Colin Allred, who similarly ousted a Republican incumbent in 2018, would go from D+2 to D+25. It’s a similar story for almost every other Texas Democrat under this plan. (In some instances, Republican mapmakers also made some super-red seats a slightly paler shade, “unpacking” some GOP voters to boost Republican-held seats. For instance, Rep. Van Taylor’s 3rd District outside of Dallas shifted east to take some red turf from Rep. Pat Fallon’s 4th District.)

One of the biggest takeaways from this map is that almost every seat — Democratic or Republican — would be uncompetitive at its baseline. All but two seats would lean at least 10 points more Democratic or Republican than the country as a whole. 

And it’s heavily Hispanic South Texas that holds both of those exceptions. This is a potentially important development as that region might hold opportunities for the GOP since Biden performed worse there than past Democratic presidential candidates. Most notably, the 15th District, represented by Democrat Vicente Gonzalez, would become more Republican-leaning on the new map. He was already facing a difficult reelection bid, as he narrowly won his 2020 race by 3 percentage points after winning reelection by 21 points in 2018. But now under the new map, his district would go from D+2 to evenly split. Meanwhile, Rep. Henry Cuellar’s 28th District would actually become slightly bluer — it only moved from D+4 to D+7 — and could be in play in 2022. (Rep. Filemon Vela’s 34th District doesn’t fall neatly into this category because it went from D+5 to D+17, but it is the other border seat in Texas, and it seems to have gotten a little friendlier toward Democrats, although Vela won’t seek reelection.) 

Another notable change under the new map is that it would result in a smaller share of districts with Hispanic majorities despite the addition of two new congressional districts. This could make the map vulnerable to a racial gerrymandering lawsuit considering Texas’s Hispanic population has driven the bulk of Texas’s population growth since 2010. According to census data, the current congressional map included 18 districts with white majorities and nine with Hispanic majorities. But the newly proposed map doesn’t give Hispanic voters any more clout: There are now 19 districts that have white majorities and still nine districts with Hispanic majorities, based on the voting age population.

This is only the first draft of Texas’s new congressional map, so it could still change before it’s passed by the GOP-controlled legislature. The Senate Redistricting Committee is expected to take up the congressional map on Thursday. But remember the GOP ultimately controls the redistricting process in Texas. That said, past congressional maps proposed by Texas lawmakers have been endlessly litigated — and it’s possible that could happen again this time around.

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