#faithfull travels

[mitjalovse]

Some debuts show the consequent lengthy careers of their musicians by a sheer power of chance. Hear me out – the fact that Marianne Faithfull actually released two solo albums for her debut makes a lot of sense for her. The first one was one of them, i.e. typical 60's pop, while the second one was for her, i.e. her own version of the 60's folk. Sure, they stay away from what she became later on – her 60's remain both underappreciated and overexposed at the same time –, yet her willingness to achieve this feat should be as one of the signs of her consequent resilience. I agree, few saw this then that way, but answer me this – how many musicians would be willing to put their foot down and say they want to have two introductions at once? I'll wait.

[femsolid]

Video games recommendation for women part 2

The same criteria as before: has to have a female lead and little to no misogyny

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1. Shadow of the Tomb Raider

The seemingly invincible and endlessly talented Lara Croft goes on yet another adventure, this time exploring the Amazon jungle and South American ruins looking for a magical artifact hoping to prevent her enemies, an evil organisation called Trinity, from using it.

Tomb Raider is a franchise that has changed quite a bit over the years. Ever since the reboot, Lara has become a fully fledge character and she doesn't do rock climbing in a skimpy outfit anymore (which made the boys mad, boohoo).

But sadly she still suffers from her reputation of sexy girly indiana jones which I suspect is why women don't seem that interested in her. Shame!

It's not usually the type of games I like (very over the top "blockbustery") but I got hooked the minute I set foot (or rather crashed) in the Peruvian jungle. The game is visually stunning, I loved exploring all the ancient temples, the crypts, the jungle and seeing all the animals. The puzzles were challenging, the fights were fun, it was entertaining, well made, with lots of female characters and it takes place in Peru which is just the cherry on top for me.

The only thing I didn't like was Jonah but then I never liked him. He's Lara's best friend and is pretty much there to be kidnapped and rescued in every game, which is kind of a nice reversed damsel in distress trope I suppose, but still, you're useless Jonah I kept telling my screen.

2. Alien Isolation

In this game you play as Ellen Ripley's daughter who ends up trapped in a gigantic spaceship with a lethal enemy, of course, the infamous alien: the xenomorph.

This game is perfect if you are currently suffering from constipation. It doesn't rely on cheap jumpscares and gore to scare you no, it's all about the ~ambiance~. If you are found, you are dead, simple as. And you will die... A LOT. I got an achievement for dying 50 times. I was laughing hysterically whenever the alien caught me by that point and I think the alien was too.

They say "in space no one can hear you scream" but this alien can hear your footsteps so this makes for some tense gameplay, especially as the alien's AI is very good and you are extremely vulnerable. To survive you will have to be very mindful of the noises you make and the noises the alien makes. Oh yeah, you both crawl through the same ventilation system by the way. This could make for some awkward encounter... On top of having to deal with the alien you will meet androids and humans who aren't exactly friendly either. The goal is, of course, to escape from the ship alive.

I have to give the developpers props for really making us feel like we are in an Alien movie. The music, the ship's design, the alien itself, are all very faithfull to the movies and this game is rightly considered a classic.

3. Spiritfarer

In Spiritfarer you play as Stella (and her cat) who has become the captain of a boat on which she welcomes the spirits of different people who have died. She will accompany them for a while until it's time to cross the bridge and say farewell.

It's worth mentionning, given how rare it is, that the main character is a black girl. Your job is to manage the boat (make improvements to it) and become self-sustainable: you will grow your own food, build houses for each spirit and decorate it, grow trees, collect wood, fish, feed your guests. You can make a mill, a weaving workshop, a sawmill, a kitchen, a garden, etc and arrange it as you please.

Most importantly, you will travel the sea to meet new spirits, learn about their lives and fullfill their last wishes before they are ready to leave us. And then you will cry and cry and cry as the music rises and you give them one last hug.

It's a cosy game, slow paced, lots of dialogues, cute mini-games within it, and at times really funny interactions because it all looks so cute yet the characters act and talk like normal people (they told me to fuck off quite a lot) and they will often get into unprompted anti-capitalist rants. It reminded me of Spirited Away a lot, very strange and comfy at the same time.

It's a story about death, about how each person handles it, what they look back on, and yet it's a very pleasant game.

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As usual I will add more to the list as I reblog it and, of course, if you want to recommend a game too, you're more than welcome. I've been focusing on games with female leads lately so I'll have a lot more to add.

[thefairywithboots]

Until You Forget (Robert Plant x fem!Reader) 

Summary: Robert wakes up disturbed from a nightmare he had about you with another man. To ease his troubled mind, you let him have his way with you until he forgets all about that dream.

Warnings: Smutty smut, shower sex, rough sex, Robert angrily fucking the reader into oblivion.

Ratings: Explicit 18+ (minors please DNI)

So I basically just wrote this because it was a daydream of mine, and decided to make something productive out of my horniness. Hope y'all enjoy.

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The sudden movement beside you jerked you out of your peaceful slumber. You blinked sleepily, trying to figure out what had Robert up suddenly. Judging by the complete darkness in the room, you could tell that it was still way too early to get up.

You could hear Robert trying to steady his breathing as he sat up on the edge of the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight. You rolled over to face him, even though you couldn’t see anything in the darkness.

“Robert...?” you called sleepily.

Robert sighed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It was just a bad dream.”

He turned the lamp on the bedside table on, illuminating the hotel room. You sat up, fully awake now. He was out of bed, his bare, muscular back to you as he walked over to his luggage to get some clothes out.

When you glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, you saw that it was 4:30 in the morning. You groaned.

“Robert, come back to bed,” you ordered him.

He walked into the bathroom, refusing to look at you. “I can’t sleep.”

You frowned. You’ve been travelling with him for the past month now, and he never got up before noon unless it was on a leaving day. You laid back, pulling the covers over your face, trying to block out the light.

You couldn’t fall back asleep either. Not after seeing and hearing how upset he was. You sighed, pushing the covers back as you got out of the bed to follow him into the bathroom.

The shower was running, and the glass doors and mirrors were already starting to fog up. You could see a vague outline of his gorgeous body through the fogged-up glass. You slipped your nightgown off before slipping into the shower with him.

His back was to you, leaning against the tiled wall with both of his hands steadying himself. The water was pouring over his mane of golden hair, making him resemble a lion sulking in a watering hole.

You took a moment to admire his backside as the water rolled off his body. Just his silhouette alone was god-like, making him resemble some kind of sculpture of a Greek god. Your eyes rested on his perfect arse, and you had a sudden urge to slap it. You resisted that urge, remembering that he was upset.

You walked up behind Robert, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, standing under the hot stream of water with him. You pressed your lips against his back while reaching your hands up to gently stroke his chest, softly running your fingers over the light bit of chest hair he had.

“Tell me what’s bothering you...” you said gently.

“It’s nothing... it was just a bad dream,” he said, his voice sounding far away.

You pressed your lips against his back again. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Robert finally turned around to face you, looking down at you since he was much taller than you. “I know... it’s just... it was a nightmare... about you.”

You frowned. “About me? What happened?”

His hands trailed over your shoulders and down your back, and down to your rear, as if trying to memorize the feeling of your figure. “That another man was touching you... like this... and that you were enjoying it.” His eyes took on a dark look as he spoke. The kind of look he would get when he would get jealous of a man who was hitting on you at a party. “He was inside you... and you were moving with him. And I could do nothing but just stand there and watch in silence.”

You felt your heart ache slightly as he described this. “You dreamt that I cheated on you?” When he nodded, you buried your face into his chest. “You know I would never do that to you. I love you. I love you so much.”

Robert sighed and ran his fingers through your now wet hair. “I know you wouldn’t... it just... felt so real.” He absent-mindedly ran some soap along your back. “You must understand how men look at you though. I get so angry because I see them undressing you with their eyes.”

You raised your head to look into his eyes. “And how do you think I feel? Women throw themselves at you every single night and would drop their knickers for you in a heartbeat. You’re a gorgeous man, so I don’t blame them, but they don’t even care that your woman is standing right beside you.”

Robert shook his head. “I’d never do anything like that to you. You know that.”

You reached your hands up to run through his hair. “I know...”

Your lips meet his in a wet kiss as the shower stream continued to pour down over both of you. He cupped your face with his large hands, kissing you back hungrily before his hands started to roam lower, pulling your hips against his. You could feel how hard he had become against your stomach and your core fluttered in anticipation.

A low growl came from his throat as he kissed down your neck, nibbling at your pulse point, causing you to go weak against him. He kept a firm grip on your hips as he pinned you against the shower wall. You brought one leg up to wrap around his waist.

You took his beautiful face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Fuck me,” you told him bluntly, and his eyes darkened with lust. “Fuck me so hard until you forget everything you saw in that dream.”

His lips crashed into yours, kissing – no, more like devouring – you as if he were a starved man and you were the first meal he has had in days. He lifted you off the wet tile floor and pinned you against the shower wall, giving you no choice but to wrap both legs around his waist. He lined himself up at your entrance, pushing into you with one sharp thrust.

The sudden sensation of him filling and stretching you caused you to cry out as your walls clenched around him, engulfing him. The feeling of your warmth caused him to groan in pleasure as he buried his face in your neck.

Once he got used to the feeling of your tight cunt engulfing him, he began to move slowly inside you. The hot stream of water continued to pour down over both of you as the bathroom continued to fog up due to the combination of the hot shower and your intense body heat. The sound of your wet bodies slapping together, and your loud, tawdry moans echoed off the bathroom walls.

Soon, Robert was pumping in and out of you so fast, you began to wonder how he could do this without slipping and falling on the wet tile. Your nails dug into his shoulder with each sharp thrust of his cock. He seemed to want to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible but couldn’t resist the frenzy that being inside you brought him.

His pace was so relentless, it was barely any time before you came hard around his cock. You both stared at each other, breathless as his pace slowed.

You wound your hands through his wet mane. “I... want... more...” you panted; your mind still clouded with lust. “I want you to cum inside me...”

A smug smirk spread across his face. “Oh, I will... but not yet.” He pulled out of you suddenly, his manhood still harder than ever. He reached over to turn the water off. You stared at him incredulously.

You followed him out of the shower, intent on making him finish what he had started. Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and bent you over the wide bathroom counter that stood a few feet away from the full-length mirror that covered half the wall. You cried out in shock, your hand shooting up to hold onto the hand that was gripping your hair.

He nudged your legs apart as he ran his hard length over your well-fucked pussy. He yanked your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes through the mirror. His mouth was against your ear, his teeth nibbling at your ear. Despite the pain in your scalp, you were ridiculously aroused right now.

“You’re going to watch while I fuck you. You’re going to watch while I make you cum again and again and again...” His lips trailed down your neck and he nibbled, leaving love bites in his wake. “And you’re going to watch while I ruin you for everyone else. While I fill you up and make you walk around with me inside you.”

A filthy moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes. He jerked your head back sharply, causing you to cry out in pain.

“Open your eyes!” he commanded. You did as he said, watching as he adjusted his shaft over your cunt from behind. You could see his member in the reflection of the mirror, could see it disappearing as he slid into your slick folds.

You watched as his face contorted with pleasure at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him. You could tell by how his cock twitched inside you that he didn’t have long, but he was trying to prolong it for as long as possible with slow, deep strokes.

He kept a tight hold on your hair as he made sure you were facing the mirror, and always keeping your eyes open. He kept his other hand on the small of your back as he fucked you slowly. His thrusts were slow but sharp and so deep.

He grunted with each thrust. He would pull out of you only to thrust back in sharply, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix, he was in so deep.

His slow pace was driving you insane. You pushed back against him, creating some space between you and the counter. You reached your hand down to rub your clit. He caught what you were doing immediately and slapped your hand away. His hand moved from the small of your back to your swollen bud and he started massaging it himself, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through you.

Robert seemed to know your clit better than you did because the way in which he massaged it made you writhe and moan against him. He didn’t relent on his sharp thrusts but the way he was fondling your clit made another orgasm crash over you.

His grip on your hair loosened as his other hand went down to fondle your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He kept reminding you to keep your eyes open and in the mirror; he wasn’t going to let you look away.

His thrusts slowly started to pick up and match the speed in which he was rubbing your clit. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white. You kept your eyes on your reflection in the mirror so that he wouldn’t pull your hair again. Your eyes were glazed, dark with ecstasy as he steadily increased the speed of us his thrusts. Your mouth formed an “O” shape as louder moans escaped your mouth. Another wave of pleasure crashed down on you, dissolving you of your senses and sense of time.

“Look at yourself,” he growled into your ear, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “No one else can make you come undone like I can. No,” Thrust. “One.” Thrust.

His thrusts were harder and faster now. Almost...angrier. As if he were thinking about that dream he had and was trying to fuck it out of his system.

“Robert, I-” The sound of you saying his name seemed to send him into a frenzy, and he was slamming himself into you now.

You cried out as his cocked twitched inside you, and he suddenly released everything he had, moaning and whimpering as he rode out his orgasm. You watched him through the mirror, watching as his face contorted with pleasure and let out moans as loud and as filthy as you had. Robert had always been a vocal lover, but you never got tired of the sounds he made.

When he finally slowed down, he buried his face into your hair as he caught his breath. “Thank you, baby...”

You were catching your own breath now, still stunned by the feral side of him that had come out just a few moments ago, but not at all dissatisfied with the experience. You had lost count of how many orgasms he had given you.

“I should make you jealous more often,” you laughed softly. “I wasn’t even trying this time.”

A low growl came from his throat as he pressed a biting kiss to your neck. When you glanced in the mirror, you could see that your neck was covered in hickeys and love bites.

He finally pulled out of you, and turned you around, pulling you tenderly against his chest. “That was rough... here,” He lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down. He laid down beside you, pulling you against his chest and kissing you softly on the cheek. He smiled down at you as his hands ran lazily down your back. “I love you; you know that?”

You grinned up at him, your face buried into his fuzzy chest. “I know, Robert. I love you too...” The warmth of his chest underneath you and his arms around you was causing you to drift into a comfortable doze. When Robert reached over to turn off the lamp, you could see the pale light peeking through the hotel curtains, letting you know that the sun was rising.

But you were both so exhausted and sated, you had no other plans than to sleep the entire morning away as you drifted off into a dreamy paradise in your lover’s arms. 

[bitter69uk]

Born on this day: decadent and charismatic German-Italian actress, model, scene-maker, style icon, “Lady Rolling Stone” and ultimate rock chick Anita Pallenberg (6 April 1942 – 13 June 2017). Pallenberg was an alluring occasional presence in art-y bohemian nightlife in early 1990s London. I recall her DJ’ing at the Horse Hospital once, and coming face to face with her when I opened the bathroom door (“I always need to pee!” she cackled). But before that, buried in the listings of Time Out magazine (in the pre-internet days when it was a dense essential bible that we all relied on), I read about a screening of Pallenberg’s old home movies in East London. It announced she would be present, possibly hosting or emceeing. The venue was a palatial industrial loft in Shoreditch (possibly someone’s apartment), just before gentrification went full tilt boogie there. I sat alone in the back and overheard people conferring that a vintage Cadillac had been dispatched to collect Anita. She arrived late and alone - and sat next to me! Pallenberg – looking just like she did in that 1995 Calvin Klein ad by Steven Meisel with that other ravaged countercultural survivor Joe Dallesandro – radiated elegantly ruined glamour. I never got to meet Nico, but this was a very respectable equivalent. We made small talk. As Pallenberg’s friend Marianne Faithfull describes in her autobiography, “She spoke in a baffling dada hipsterese. An outlandish Italo-German-Cockney slang that mangled her syntax into surreal fragments.” Pallenberg glugged red wine and chain-smoked throughout (there’s a theory she was one of the inspirations for Patsy Stone in Absolutely Fabulous). She also kept up a running commentary on what was happening onscreen (mostly images of herself – clad in Ossie Clark and vintage finery – and Keith Richards in the late sixties cavorting on their jet-set travels). At one point, things turned intimate – a seemingly post-coital Anita and Keef canoodling in bed together. The camera zoomed in on her naked breast. “That’s my neeeple,” she declared in her gravelly Marlene Dietrich voice. I can’t wait to see the upcoming documentary Catching Fire: The Story of Anita Pallenberg. Portrait of Pallenberg by Michael Cooper, 1967.

[hirik0]

Not a mamas boy anymore

Graves standing up to his controlling mother

Cw: use of the f slur

Graves never thought when he joined the US military with 18 it would mean it will shatter the picture he has of his mother one day. The resentment slowly build up with tine, because squad mates poked around asked question and often lookend horrifyed. Slowly bring Graves to the admission that his mother maybe is not the lovly southern woman he tought she is. The faithfull day the mask if his mother shattered in front if his eyes was a right after Easter. To the displeasure of his mother the phone ringed while they had breakfast, to call him back to base because of an emergency and of all people fellow Sergeant Daniel 'Jocker' Brown is picking him up. Jocker never talked nice about his family down in Texas, so hes more suprised to learn the other Sergeant only is a 2 hours drive away. After a 10 minutes disgusion with his Mother Elisabeth Graves about if he really has to go Yes he is promising to call more often. He really tried to call at often as posible but with missions and time zones it is hard to find the time. At least she stoped asking if he found a wife yet, after he asked her where on the battelfield hes supost to do that. He is now in his childhood room with his christian rock band posters that dont give him a nice nostalgic feeling just bitterness over been grounded for a long time and a lecture how rock music is demonic and him letting the devil in his heart. After that winning fights were just not worth it, atleast his father didn't got mad and beaten him what was a rare event and the only time he didn't got beat for making his mother cry. Because they were told that they likely are called back he luckily didn't unpack most of his travel bag so packing only took him maybe 10 minutes. He carries the bag down the stairs putting it next to the door so that hopefully Jocker and his mom will have as less interaction as possible, because with out even knowing his mother Jocker says pretty bad things about her, like shes a tow faced heck. His mother is loved by everyone in their church or atleast he thought that for a long time, but Jocker while they were in Iraq slowly was able to point out the cracks in his mother's act of being a lovely southern woman. They honestly don't have the time for Jocker having a disagreement with his mother from how urgent the call was. "Phillip, sweety can you help you father in the garden I will call you when whoever is picking you up is here", his mother asks orders him, so he goes out to help, against the feeling that his mind is screaming that will end really bad.

Jocker arrives 30 Minutes later, sitting in the car taking a deap breath. He will just pick up Phil and he will not be projecting the his feelings he has for his own grandmother on to Mrs. Graves, even if he convinced this two woman could be the same person. He gets out the car instantly spoted by all the people taking care of their front yards, great he also has a audience now, if things go south. He walks up the front porch and is ringing the bell. Mrs Graves don't even smiles when she opens the door clearly displeased with her only son leaving again. "Good morning Mrs. Graves I'm here to pick up Phil", Jocker says trying his best to not be pessimistic about how this will went down. His skin crawls from Mrs Graves looking him over as to make sure she can allowhim to take her son with him. The way she presses her lips together and the smile turn fake he did not own her aproval. "They let fagots serve now?"Mrs. Graves is the very first thing says, having Jocker frown confused till he rembers that his niece begged him to paint his nails. "Are you also telling me I'm going yo hell?", Jocker asks unintressed really he just want to pick up his fellow Sergeant. "Well clearly you already know you go there for being a sick pervert so I don't have to." Mrs Graves is giving him her best fake smile but the disgust is bleeding throughher white theet. "I will not enjoy seeing you there." This response clearly hit a big nerve because the smile freezes till it turns in to pure hatred. Unbeknown to Mrs. Graves her son is just re-entering the house. "You're lucky that you are not living here, because in a small town like this, we know exactly what to do with people like you. Dirty fagots are not welcome here and you're a disgrace to the all the brave men serving in the military and I will make sure to get you away from my son, because he should not have to work an abomination to god, like you." Graves jaw is on the floor he never heared his mother talk to anyone like this before. He frezzes, wanting to speak up wanting to just get out of here. It also hurts, it's like a part of his heart is breaking of, his inner child desperately clinging to the picture he has from his mother, while the angry teenager is shattering it in a thousand littel pieces with a bat. "Yes please tell our Captain what a horrible person I am letting my very ill 7 year old niece paint my nails blue, really unacceptable behaivor of me." And Jocker for sure said this loud enough for the older lady that is just predenting to water her plants is hearing him, and the older man that stoped trimming his bushes the moment the word fagot was used. "Well its clearly a punishment of God your niece is that sick", Mrs Graves response the shocked gasp from the neighbour next door audible and Graves he is turning angry at this, how can his mother just say something like this over a 7 year old. Phillip's inner child is crying by now, because if she say this about a child she doesn't know what did she say about him.

Logically Graves knows that Jocker can handel this himself, but he has to say something, show his team mate he dont think this is acceptable, that he is not like that. "Mother, how dare you say something like this about a 7 year old girl?", Phillip asks shocked having struggel to not raise his voice. "Phillip", his mother gasp and a "I wait at the car", from Jocker who is getting the fuck away from what ever will happen next. Thousands of tiny pyzzel pieces are falling in to place in Graves memoriesthat made no dence till now. "I, I , yo...you need to understand", Elizabeth stammers struggels to find away to not look like the bad guy. "No, I understand because I heared enough of what ever conversation you had with Jocker. I honestly understand a lot now, why some of the people in church are afrait of you, why people predent they don't know you that well when they were in your close circel for years and why your friend circel is constanly changing." Graves voice is calm but his hands are trembling in rage, his emotions are totally out of control to many big feelings and so few space in his body for them. Anger making his blood boil, grieve turning his stomach in a rock, hurt making his chest arch. "He's a fagot Phillip, he's a abomination to the bible.", his mother trys to defend herself despreate trying to get her son back on her site, just making Phillip's blood boil even more. "First if all he's not gay, Mom, second this has nothing to do with the stupid bible but with your small minded views and", Graves didn't even notices how he's getting louder and louder while his voice turns ice cold he grabs his back walks past his mother out of the house, "and with out Jocker I would have returned in a fucking body bag so maybe be atleast a littel bit thankfull!" The last part is screamed and the whole street is hearing him at this point. Mrs Graves is frezzing having no idea what to do how to get the control back. "Phillip he started this." With this Phillip is exploding. "No I'm pretty sure he didn't because compared to you he knows how to be a decent human. For fucks sack Mom this behaivor is the reason that Claire and Judy don't talk to you and you will never see your grandkids or can have a friend for more then 4 years. You're a judgmental asshole and people don't want to be around you more then necessary. The only think that matters to you is you and your overblown ego. Fuck I had to apologise to all my ex girlfriends because you bullied them so bad, after you pressured me into dating them in the first place!" 15 years of bottled up emotions are breaking at the same time, the whole neighbourhood is pretending to be busy on the front porch to not miss the show, some even on the phone with church members that live in other part of the city so they are not missing what is happening. Phillip Graves standing up to his mother will not leave the rumor mille for months, probaly years. Jocker starts the car opens the door at the passenger site so they can leave the moment Graves is done with airing his family's dirty air. Because he has nothing else to say he's storming towards the car he needs to get the fuck away from here.

[ludmilachaibemachado]

On August 25th 1967, The Beatles, Mick Jagger, Marianne Faithfull, and Cilla Black, travelled by train to Bangor, Wales for a 10-day seminar on Transcendental Meditation held by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. It was the first time The Beatles traveled without Brian Epstein in years🌸🌼🌺🍀

Via @beatlesearth on Instagram💐

[nutria--oscura]

Y'ALL HAVE ME SO SCARED FOR THIS (@cookies-over-yonder @officialgleamstar y'all's posts have slain me) HERE WE GO

like, i'm crting and i haven't even stareted the ep yet wtf-

~spoilers for S2 ep35 under the cut~

preface: I AM SCARED I AM CLUTCHING NICK JR (mouse/rat soft toy) ON THE VERGE OF TEARS

THE PASTA PUNS IN THE INTRO

the sound effects low-key make me wanna throw up-

update: the sound effects make me high-key wanna throw up-

the intro is the high before the storm right? oh dear~

yesss, link is a spouse to his best friends <3

gosh I missed their voices so much <333 <- literally have 100+ episodes it can listen to whenever they want

freddie correcting beth's fact is literally my best friend and i on a daily basis (whos who? we take turns)

i could listen to an entire podcast of just freddie saying facts. like genuinly

HERMIE FACT??? SCAM CONJURED HIM INTO EXISTENCE AS A HIGHSCHOOLER??? MY POOR BOI-

TJ SHOT NICK'S ARM OFF WHAAAAAAA-

TERRY :) WHAT:)?

"your time studying the blade has served you well" what is hapening?

whAT IS HAPPENING????

Terry Jr's back <333

"i did not think that's how this fight was gonna go" same will- same

hey imps? what the fu-

NORMAL'S BACK BOIIIIIIII

ROLL ROLL ROLL ROLL NAT 1 HAH

SCARY AND TERRY JR <3

MEMORY TIME OH DEARRR

"in going from enemies to lovers so to speak"

all the fanfics were right- (nicky's reasoning, him attempting to reason with the others)

ron and nicky are such a vibe together honestly

OH NO- NICKY WAS SO REASONABLE TOO AND YET-

LARK AND SPARROW WITH CROSSBOWS TERRY WITH A SHOTGUN WHERE'S GRANT???

"and a badass fight ensues, but also sad"

oh there's grant

OH WE GOT THE WHOLE ASS SCENE OH SHIT-

TERRY SHOT NICKY, NICKY STABBED TERRY-

TERRY JR AND RON <33

terry's memory being ron forgiving him- (henry voice) oh gosh. oh geez-

"did you see what i did to like, my best friend" BEST F R I E N D

"you showed up, y'know?" what if i just combust?

Scary hugging Terry<333

THEY'RE ALL HUGGING

oh my heart

hey glenn, respectfully, fuck offffff

nicky having more emotional intelligence than glenn is so true-

OH HERE COMES THE GLENN AND NICKY AND TAYLOR SHIT-

"i have a memory that you weren't around for. which was the birth of your grandson" AHHHHHHH

"i always thought taylor came out real quiet. like a real stoic ninja." "nope. came out crying like a baby dude"

glenn... glENN. GLENN! NO. NOT INFRONT OF YOUR 3 DAY OLD GRANDSON

THE FANFICTIONS WERE SO RIGHT- (GLENN IN NICKY'S LIFE BEFORE THE FAITHFULL SOCCER TRIP)

brb cause im like actually crying cause of that scene-

ok... lets go... (screaming crying sobbing sliding down a wall)

JODIE VISITEDDDD

FUCKING TELL HIM NICKYYYY FUCKING TELL HIMMMM

"i remember when... was that you? yea, i remember when you were born." WHAT DO YOU MEAN WAS THAT YOU???? THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING SON

YES GLENN. REFLECT BITCH-

"i didn't see a lot of taylor's growing up, and that was- that was- we're cool now, right taylor?" "fuck yea dawgggg. well-" HERE IT COMES

I AM HEEDING THE WARNINGS

"if i'm gonna be honest dad, i've kinda been hoping and keeping an eye out for time travel magic so that we could go back in time and you could be there for me" imma go ahead an roll a d20 of psychic damage- ah, a nat20 damage, yea that seems about righ- HIS VOICE HOW IT WENT ALL SOFT AND QUIET AND SHY AND THE COMPLETE FUCKING OPPOSITE OF HOW HE IS USUALLY OH SHIT OH FUCK

NICKY ROLL PSYCHIC DAMAGE BOI-

"as a result i have developed a number of very bad habits, that i am told are very hard to break"

"it's too late"

"but you know if there is time travel magic, then y'know maybe- or if you find it, you can maybe, pick me up on the way back to the past" HIS VOICE, THE MAYBES-

"we're just 3 cool guys" "well-"

"i didn't even know where you were"

I'M SORRY- THREE (3) YEARS????

NICKY NO- DON'T-

more memories??? MORE MEMORIES??? OH NO-

OUCH OUCH OUCH O U C H-

HE'S DONE WITH KARATE- NO- NO NO NO N O

FUCKING HELL FUCK ME-

sorry, i have strong feeling w/ regards to parents not showing up to (sprots) stuff

~a pattern~

YES LINK, STARE DAGGERS INTO HIM, DEFEND YOUR QPR BESTIE

the- the fanfics were right (glenn keeping his distance not wanting to fuck nicky up but consequentially fucking nicky up)

"as you're saying this, without even wanting it to, tears are rolling down your cheeks. And in that moment, you and Taylor and Nick, all realise that there is no fixing this, that this is as good as it's going to get. That you are stuck with each other in the forms that you are now. You see daddymagic, that same daddymagic that exited Ron and Terry's body, emanate for their bodies like a fine mist coalesce into the air, and then zip into the jar and fill it up a little bit more, cause that's what your relationship is..." what if i- what if i lost it? right here right now?

gosh i DID NOT heed the warnings oh noooooooo

i'm sorry- the US MILITARY? oh fbi too

hahahahahahahah ha hah h a what? JODIE AND MORGAN ARE IN CUFFS-

GLENN LISTEN TO JODIE FFS

"i'd like to see you try" "hey is glenn immune to bullets?"

LINK KING OF HELLL HEYYYYYYYYYY-

NORMAL NO. BESTIE I LOVE YOU HECK I AM YOU BUT FUCK NO-

"dude- both of us look at each other - fear, fear in taylor's eyes. like, what the fuck are we getting into? why did i open my mouth?" FEAR IN TAYLOR'S EYES??? FEAR????

I'M SORRY? THE CAGE????

FIGHT TO THE DEATH??? NOOOOOOOOOOO

In conclusion:

I am now obsessed with Taylor Swift (Freddie's version)

[devotedlittlefreak]

Song : L'amitié – Françoise Hardy (The Friendship)

Your honour, I just love them so much

Most of my friends came down from the clouds, The sun and the rain, it was all they brought, They went through the season of sincere friendship, The most pleasant one, out of the four of Earth. They have the sweetness of beautiful landscapes, And the faithfullness of travelling birds, Their hearts is marked with infinite softness, But at times, I can see sadness in their eyes. So they come to me, To warm up at my side. And you, You'll also be there. You can leave, you will return to the clouds, And you'll smile to so many new faces, Giving out a bit of your softness, When someone new will try to hide their sadness. You don't really know what life will give you, And soon, I may be no one, If there is one friend that can really understand, I will forget my tears and my pain. Then, maybe I will come to you, Warming up my heart to your fire.

[doom-nerdo-666]

Follow up to this post of mine about Year Zero, i'll post some thoughs about The Dark Ages.

Could be Sentinel related

This is probably the most obvious thing.

A prequel about how Doomguy came to Sentinel Prime and his time there, before he became the Doomslayer.

Could be an opportunity to learn more about their world, be it just story/lore stuff or new levels and areas.

I think it'd be interesting seeing an entire arsenal of Sentinel guns like their equivalent to a Plasma Rifle and even their theme versions of pickups like medikits and all.

Since the series was mostly UAC themed in terms of objects and weapons.

The idea of even game pickups reflecting the world can also show why some people didn't like Eternal's "aware of it being a videogame" style of feedback.

At least we can finally pilot a mech... maybe.

Medieval Europe?

This is probably a leaker getting it wrong, but how could that go?

Perhaps the Evil Dead inspiration reaches another level.

Maybe there's time travel stuff involved.

Or it turns out knights had to deal with demons too.

You'd expect stuff like crossbows and bow and arrows but not shotguns and chainguns.

This would mean the sci-fi side of things gets smaller in a series that is seen as sci-fi x fantasy.

Unless, of course, there's either Sentinel tech or somehow UAC/future tech.

Anyway, i also expect comparisons to Combine Kegan's GMOTA.

Another thing: Melee being expanded... maybe then, Doomguy can finally be in Smash.

And what about demons?

I wonder about there being new demon types to fight.

Or their style, like seeing Bosch style demons or stuff that reminds you of older demon portrayals from years ago.

What about cybernetic demons?

Would we see Mancubi and Arachnos without tech? An Harbinger of Doom maybe?

Or rather they have tech but it's on pair with the setting like wood cannons and Da Vinci style machinery.

(Doom Hunter/Sabaoth but he has like a Fred Flintstone rock thing that uses both wheels and his legs to move)

Or somehow there's some weird Sentinel/Immora tech involved just because.

Also, we could see Baalgars from 2016 before they became Cyberdemons.

Quake and Heretic

At this point, the chance of either getting a new game is getting rather slim.

Not only is Doom taking stuff out of Quake, even something new like the Sentinels could've been part of Quake.

(that and how to some people, these games were always seen as "it's like X but with Y and Z", considering some existed for the sake of gameplay/tech features/innovation and how small their settings are)

But i can also see someone complain if a Heretic reboot had RPG upgrade systems or a "DarkSiders aesthetic".

This can also lead to a question like what if an actual enemy from these games shows up in a new Doom?

If the Iron Lich returns for example, i hope it has a faithfull enough set of gameplay abilities and designs, even if just to compensate for Eternal's Arch-vile not being like it was in D2 (Might be because the Iron Lich is more underrated and from a different series or whatever).

There's also ideas like if the level design could be like Hexen.

Also, maybe follow up the D1/2 ports from the Fortress of Doom and include ports of Quake and Heretic, since Doom is already absorbing those games.

Oh and then there's also the lore of them all being together and that weird mess.

If they're gonna do crossovers, might as well take notes from the mod Samsara.

Perhaps a worry about Doom taking elements from others is also whether or not they won't consider some Doom elements worth bringing back like the actual flesh tech aesthetic in the originals or even how armor actually worked (could suit the lore of Doomguy going from classic armor to Praetor armor, as if how armor works in 2016/Eternal is part of the canon).

Speaking of lore, what about 64?

We got the Lost Levels in the new release.

But if we see a modernized Mother Demon with a new attack or two, i'd put that in a new game (like a sequel/Doom 6) where she returns like how the SMM and Cybie also got new attacks.

There's something weird to me about trying to expand the classic side of things because it's clear id is used to their modern interpretation of the setting, despite the occasional classic references.

One of the reasons why i think the fanbase is worth checking, for they have sort of "expanded/explored" the classic games in lots of ways.

(and some of you already know how i feel about "remaking" and old Doom game or even D3)

[weirdtvland]

Have reading about any of these rockstars made you cry or really upset?

None of it makes me cry, it just makes me laugh. Everything that I read about the Stones is ridiculously hilarious, some of it is pathetic as hell too. Their lives were like a soap opera.

Mick’s relationships are very funny considering the fact that I genuinely think that he’s Micksexual. He can never stay faithfull for more than a year, he desperately wanted kids but never took care of any of them, he got married to a woman that looks exactly like him, often fucks his friend’s women, and also hated his entire family. I can’t get over that fact that I started reading about the stones in 2020 and new ☕️ is still being put out there about them. If I do feel bad, its for the children if anything, because they are the product of their parents. Karis who actually turned out great because she was raised solely by Marsha who had to work extremely hard because Mick wanted to travel around the world with Bianca spending millions on furs and jewelry for her and acting like Karis didn’t exist. Jade who turned out to be exactly like him, dating older men and constantly acting out in public for attention. But I don’t expect nothing else from her because Bianca didn’t want anything to do with her and Mick treated her like an object for cameras. Marlon Richards whose parents were AWFUL, Anita and Keith put Marlon through hell. Anita was neglectful and Keith was out of it most of the time from heroin, basically he was raised by nannies and Keith’s mom Doris. Though they were awful, he turned out okay. Also Angela aka Dandelion, was raised by Doris because Anita said she would run off with random strangers a lot of the time and it wasn’t safe for her but apparently it was for Marlon. 🧐

[chocolateslair]

writing for all the things i am grateful for the year 2022:

Graduated College with Academic Distinction

Family Relationship Restoration

Certified Bookkeeper

Moved to Manila

Had my First Job

Met and worked with amazing people

Had my tithes

Joined Victory Group

Found a discipler

Victory Weekend

Address all my issues, dark secrets and come clean to my discipler

Got baptized

Admin Ministry

Met a Pastor

Bought two intl. concert tix fr my own savings

Filed for CSE

Applied/Accepted for a second job

I never realized that all the hurt and ugly things that happened this year was covered by God's blessings in my life. I kept focusing on the things that are not here. Worry stuff that is not happening, instead of focusing of what God had build and laid out for me. Its a year God blessed me more than I could ask for. Thank you God. Truly, you can never outgrew and outgive God.

Now, where I am standing. I am praying for my career so I can provide for my family. I pray for a career path where God will use me to advance His kingdom. I don't know how but I put my full confidence in Him that wherever He placed me, it is where I will grow; emotionally, financially, and spiritually. Praying for a complete healing and total forgiveness. Spiritual growth; I pray to join ministries and leadership trainings to grow more in my spiritual life. Mental, financial and physical stability. I pray to travel and enjoy my singleness with God :))

Idk but there's this excitement and fear inside me. Excited on what God has planned for me, but also terrified of the process. Not a bad grief but a good one. A fear that encourages me to trust God more. A conviction to draw closer to Him.

2022 is wild. A year about restoration, and building relationships. The only thing I can brag for this year is God's faithfullness especially in the times when I am not faithful to Him. He never left, He never changed His mind. He is always there, working in the ways He knows :))

To God be thy Glory ✨️

[kulturegroupie]

You said you're a fan of Marianne Faithfull..lol..I found this..."In November ’64, Jackie traveled to London for about a year to expand her career internationally, and began a creative and intimate relationship with Jimmy Page, the most in-demand studio session guitarist back then. Jackie and Jimmy apparently spent the majority of their time together composing music and having a lot of steamy sex. So steamy that Marianne Faithfull even mentioned in her 1994 memoir Faithfull that the couple were fairly blatant with their love making when she was staying in the hotel room next to theirs while the three of them were visiting LA. Jimmy and Jackie collaborated on a number of songs such as ‘Dream Boy,’ ‘Don’t Turn Your Back on Me,’ ‘I Remember the Boy,’ ‘Come Stay with Me’ and ‘In My Time of Sorrow’—the last two given to Marianne. Jackie was also the person to encourage Jimmy to record and release his first and only solo single ‘She Just Satisfies,’ which she also sang backup on, as well as the B-side ‘Keep Movin.’’ .....Is this ture...?your thoughts?

oh my, yeah i actually had read some of this before, well, good for them lmao. poor marianne was third-wheeling during that entire trip. as i previously stated i'm not as interested in jimmy's love affairs as much as i care about his professional career, so i don't have much else to add sorry. i must admit my bisexual ass is lowkey jealous of both of them though, hehe.

[koboldshowdotheyunionise]

Worldbuilding Thread: Ordt, the Wolflord

Ordt started life as a simple Clan Member, one fo thousands of the nomadic people travelling the Empires Heartlands. He would however end it as potentialy the most powerfull man in the Realm. Becoming a simple mercenary after being cast out from his tribe, he would first meet the man that should form his destiny as just another refugee travelling along his small caravan he was tasked to protect. SImon Belfare, the future founder of the Belfare Dynasty was at this point little more then a begger, robbed of all the power he once posessed. Still, the Wolf y developed a strong sense of loyalty towards this seemingly broken human man and with his rise to power during the Belfare Rebellion he quickly turned into his rigth hand man and second in command. After the War and after Simon Belfare would leave the Empire behind for a unknown destination it would fall unto Ordt to protect what was created, taking the mantle of first High General and Overall Military Commander of the Realm. Still, his friends disappearance would gnaw at him and slowly fester into resent, feeling left behind in a realm that was less then stable and having lost the one man he believed he could trust. Still he stayed faithfull to his old friend, becoming increasingly the sole figure of blame with anything wrong in the newborn realm. Not that Ordt would care. Or at least wanted to admitt he did. Uncovering a Plot by the Imperial Senate to seize sole power away from Simons heirs and it being undermined by the Mages of the Skarith as well as imperial nobility, slowly turning it into a pure Aristocracy that was little less then vassals to outside influence , was the last straw however. Gathering his men the Wolflord, the simple Mercenary turned de facot king, turned against the Senate, ending the 20 year period of imperial democracy with the sword before laying it down for the last time to face judgement for his deeds. In the Aftermath , with both the realms most powerfull man now an outlaw and the Senate destroyed , Simons remaining heirs would reestablish the Empire as a absolutstic monarchie, returning the title of Emperor from one of representativ duty to unquestioned power for the next 200 years. Until the rise of the Lord of Order.

[thefairywithboots]

Depollute Me, Gentle Angel (Robert Plant x Fem!OC)

Hi! So I have been working on this fic all weekend as a request sent to me in my ask box. Smut Prompt #11: "Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?"

Except the anon who requested this specifically asked for me to make it fluff instead of smut. And in all honesty, this was very fun to write. An x reader fic was requested, but I had to create an entirely new OC because fluffy Y/N oneshots are harder for me to write without context and the story just seemed to run away with itself.

Summary: Evanna is a photographer travelling with Led Zeppelin during their North American tour in 1969. She has felt extremely drawn and attracted to the band's lead singer, Robert Plant, but has resisted his charms because she is a faithful girlfriend. But after her boyfriend breaks up with her over the phone, management somehow manages to screw up the room keys and they are assigned to the same room. AND THERE'S ONLY ONE BED!!!!

The title of this fic is a line taken from this song, which I have been listening to on repeat for the past few days, and reminds me a lot of these two...

Warnings: Angst, and lots of it. Lots of sap and fluff especially near the end.

Rating: T+ I guess for cursing idk

I tag @bijouxcarys @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @elliotironmaidenfan @strsmn @hammill-goes-fogwalking @jimmysdragonsuit13 @callmethehunter @keytothehighway @chauffeurkashmir @m-faithfull @jimmypage7

1969

Evanna had been part of Led Zeppelin's entourage for the past couple of months during their North American tour, taking photos of the band on and offstage. It was her dream job; she had always wanted to travel and be near the music, even if she was hardly ever home.

The one thing that tugged at her heartstrings was the fact that she had to leave behind her boyfriend, Geoffrey. She was away from him for weeks at a time, and missed him tremendously. She called him every night when she could. The past few nights, he had been in a pissy mood, demanding that she answer all of his questions. She had to reassure him, that no, she was not doing drugs at the after parties, and no, she was not sleeping with anyone in the band, nor anyone from the road crew. She once ended up reminding him that he was the one who had cheated on her last year, and not the other way around.

This caused him to hang up on her, and refuse to talk to her for the rest of the week.

The fear of being ghosted by him made her emotionally drained. She focused her energy towards her job and her photography, snapping away from the photographer's pit in front of the stage. Led Zeppelin's music carried a sort of magic to it that healed her when she was feeling like Geoffrey's silence was becoming too much for her. And everyone in the band were all kind enough to her.

Well... perhaps Robert was a little too kind.

Evanna often found herself having to tear her eyes away from the golden-haired lion of a man. He was almost too beautiful to look at directly; like the sun blaring straight into her eyes. And his voice did nothing to extinguish her desire.

While hanging out with the band, crew, as well as the multiple groupies that hung around them after the show, Evanna found Robert extremely easy to talk to. He was polite and friendly to her. He normally kept his nose in a book on the tour bus while chaos ensued around him. But when he spoke to her, he always got down to her eye level, his blue eyes staring deep into hers. This always caused her heart rate to speed up, as if he were staring straight into her soul.

As if trying to seduce her.

She shook these feelings away, feeling a pang of guilt for being tempted. She was a faithful girlfriend, and wasn't going to stoop to Geoffrey's level and prove him right.

None of that mattered in the end. She stood on the side walk one cold evening, gripping the payphone so tight, her knuckles turned white. Tears rolled down her face as she listened to Geoffrey's voice over the crackling telephone line.

"Listen, Evie, this isn't going to work out," he told her. "You're away all the time. I hardly ever see you, and I never know who you're running around with."

Evanna felt like she had a giant fist squeezing at her heart. "We've been together since high school..." she said through barely contained sobs. "I-I was looking forward to seeing you again..."

She had a mental image of Geoffrey rolling his eyes, even though she couldn't see his face. "Right. Well, now you can screw around with as many rock stars as you want to without guilt, yeah? I'm sure they'd like your company, given how easy it is to get you on your — "

Evanna lost her temper, and shouted through the phone: "Do I need to remind you that you are the one who needs to be reminded of faithfulness!? I was not the one who stepped out on this relationship, you asshole!"

Geoffrey's voice cut through the line like a sharp blade. "Do not curse at me, you ungrateful bitch!" Evanna flinched, as if expecting a physical blow through the phone. "Do you have any idea how much I have sacrificed for us!? And you feel the need to constantly bring up my past mistakes!?"

She was shaking now, unable to hold her tongue with this man any more. "How much you have sacrificed!? I'm the one who's away working all the time! And you're constantly accusing me of things that I didn't do!"

Geoffrey let out a sardonic laugh as if he didn't believe her. "Yeah, okay! Enjoy being Page's little whore." Her blood boiled at the assumption that she would even stoop that low. "Though, from what I've heard, you'd probably be too old for his tastes anyway."

"FUCK YOU!" She had screamed this into the receiver, causing several bystanders to shoot her awkward glances. She was too distraught to be embarrassed, though.

The sound of Geoffrey hanging up on her felt like the final nail in the coffin. Her tear-streaked face mirrored her desolation as she set the phone back into the receiver. She wiped her tears away before pushing her hands through her long red hair, trying to compose herself.

Evanna arrived at the venue with her camera. Her mind was slightly clearer after walking all the way there, but she still must have had tears in her eyes because Bonzo was the first to notice when he exited his dressing room.

"Hey, kid. You okay?" She turned to look at him. He had always referred to her as "kid" even though she was just a year younger than him and Robert.

She sniffled. Bonzo was always the kindest to her. And he never seemed to have any ulterior motives behind his kindness. Part of that may have had to do with the fact that he was married. "I'm fine," she lied.

"You don't look fine..." he said with a furrowed brow. He seemed genuinely concerned for her.

"It's nothing really... my boyfriend just... broke up with me. It's fine, it's got nothing to do with my job."

"Sorry to hear that, kid..." he said softly. "But hey, that bloke wasn't worth it, eh? Percy and I were talking about how stressed you seemed after getting off the phone with him..." He trailed off, as if realizing he shouldn't have said that.

Evanna stared up at the drummer with her mouth agape. "You... what?" Christ, were we really that obvious? They had never even seen us together...

Bonzo opened his mouth to speak, but the band's manager, Peter Grant, was already coming down the hallway, yelling at the band members to get on the stage. Bonzo shot her an apologetic smile before turning to leave towards the stage entrance.

Jimmy came out of his dressing room with his current female companion following close behind him, adjusting herself in her dress. Robert came out of his room shortly after. His eyes met with Evanna's as he walked past, and he shot her a wink.

She felt her breath catch in her throat.

She shook her head and made her way to the front of the stage and into the photographer's pit, setting up her camera.

The music as always healed her in a way that nothing else ever could. She focused on getting good shots of the band, zooming her lenses in to capture each individual member before stepping back to get a shot of the entire band. Hyper focusing on her career had always been her way of escaping from the anguish of what Geoffrey put her through on a regular basis.

Admitting that to herself, she felt like she had a weight lifted off her shoulders.

She couldn't help but rest her eyes on Robert as he strutted across the stage, thrusting his hips in time to the music, his luscious blond curls bouncing as he moved. Just seeing him onstage like this, she never would have imagined that he was so easy to talk to. Onstage, he seemed to turn into a sort of deity, the stage lights reflecting off his golden mane, causing it to look as if it were glowing. He looked like a sun god. Bright, radiant. Difficult to look at for too long.

After the concert, Evanna came back to the hotel early. She didn't have the energy or social battery to attend the after party in Jimmy's room. She was tired, and Geoffrey was still heavy on her heart and mind.

Ever since she had been travelling with the band, management had been paying for her room and food. She was given her key when she got back to the hotel, and she entered the musky-smelling room, setting her luggage down by the door. Feeling the silence and loneliness close in on her, Evanna felt like curling up on the bed and crying. She would normally be talking to Geoffrey on the phone by now.

His voice echoed in her head, the memories of him calling her a whore and a liar playing over in her head like a broken record. 

Evanna turned the TV on, browsing the channels until she found some reruns of her favourite show. She turned the volume up as loud as it would go, trying to drown out the sound of her own thoughts.

She stripped down, catching a glimpse of her pale body in the mirror. She made her way into the bathroom, turning the shower on, making the water as hot as she could stand it before washing off the day as the television droned on outside.

By the time she got out of the shower, her skin red and flushed, she felt like a weight had been washed off her. Geoffrey breaking up with her felt like he was finally releasing her from the shackles of constant scrutiny and suspicion. But she had got so used to feeling that weight on her, a feeling that she had always convinced herself was an anchor to keep her grounded to her home, that she didn't know what to do now that it was gone.

She wrung the water out of her long red hair before taking the towel wrapped around her body and putting her hair up into it.

When she exited the bathroom in the nude, the first thing she noticed was how cold it was in the room compared to the steamy bathroom.

The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't alone. Robert was sitting on the bed, still in his stage clothes, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he was watching the TV. He barely had time to turn his head to see a flushed, naked woman exiting the bathroom before she let out a startled scream, quickly taking the towel off of her head to cover herself.

The scream had startled him, causing him to freeze.

"What are you doing in here!?" she screamed while backed against the wall, holding the now damp towel to her chest.

Robert tilted his head to the side in confusion, as if this wasn't the reaction he was used to when walking into a woman's room. "This is my room."

"No, this is my room!" she yelled, her voice irate.

Robert shrugged. "Management must have got the rooms mixed up. It's happened before."

Evanna quickly went over to her luggage to pull out a pair of pyjamas, disappearing into the bathroom to pull them on. She was shaking. She couldn't believe the incompetence of management. How was she supposed to share a room with the man she had felt such an extreme attraction to for the past few weeks? The only thing keeping her from losing it was the fact that she had her own little space each night.

When she exited the bathroom, Robert was standing by the kitchenette, his wild mane of golden hair obscuring his face. He was boiling some water on the stove in a copper teapot.

He turned to look at her, and she saw a mischievous glint in his eyes as the hint of a crooked smirk played across his lips. She was hit by the sudden dilemma of where they were supposed to sleep.

Robert placed the teapot to the side, taking some tea bags out to place in the pot to let seep.

He turned and looked around the room. He pretended to just notice the elephant in the room. "Oh, no," he said with an amused expression. "There's only one bed. What will we do now?"

Evanna rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I guess one of us will have to sleep on the floor..." she said while averting her eyes to the ground.

Robert stepped closer to her, appearing to loom over her. She was short enough as it was, but his height made her feel like a child. He brought his hand under her chin to gently raise her eyes to look into his. His eyes were fixated on her face, as if counting each of her freckles. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and her heart race in her chest.

"Why would we need to sleep on the floor when the bed is big enough to hold both of us?" His thumb ran over her cheek. "Bonzo told me about your breakup..."

She mentally cursed him. "He did?"

"Yeah... that bloke didn't deserve you," he said gently. The mischievous glint came back into his eyes. "Given the circumstances... perhaps a little rebound action could do you some good."

That had done it. She felt like the dam had broken, causing her tears to start falling uncontrollably. Her hand cracked across his face, and his head snapped to the side.

"You are such a pig!" she shrieked at him. "Do you think that every woman wants you!?" Robert opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off again. "I am not a groupie!"

She sat down at the small table, her hands wound through her hair as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her heart was full of anguish.

She flinched when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry..." His voice was gentle and sincere, his accented speech as soft as a cloud. "That was... insensitive."

She could feel the warmth radiating off from him from just that single touch, and it was enough to bring forth the tears again.

"It's too cold for either of us to sleep on the floor..." he told her. "But I promise not to touch you without your permission..."

Evanna stared up at him with wet eyes, her tears mirroring the desolation she felt inside. He seemed even more beautiful to her at that moment.

"I-I did everything I could... and he still abandoned me..." More tears spilled forward. She felt like she had been holding it all in for the past four years.

Robert's large hand wrapped around her small, dainty wrist as he took her hand into his. His touch was gentle, light like a feather, as if she were a fragile being who would bruise easily.

The warmth she felt in just that gentle caress of her hand was more than she had ever felt with Geoffrey. Her face scrunched up, and she fell forward, her face burying itself into his shoulder as she continued to cry. Robert's arms encircled around her, wrapping her into a cocoon of warmth. He was so warm, so solid. She could feel the steadiness of his heartbeat underneath her ear.

"It's okay..." he whispered gently to her, his lips pressing against her mass of ginger hair. The sensation filled her with so much warmth, tears continued to fall.

They were silent for several minutes, just holding each other as Evanna cried silently. Robert's hand reached up to gently stroke her hair, the feeling of his hand on her scalp causing her to melt against him.

Evanna at last felt like she could get the tears to stop falling. But she didn't want to leave his arms; it was the warmest, most welcoming place she had ever been. When Robert eventually pulled away to tend to the tea, she suddenly became aware of how cold it was in the room. She rubbed at her now dry eyes, her head feeling as if it were in a clouded daze.

Robert poured some tea into a mug. She could smell the chamomile from across the room. The scent relaxed her.

"Would you like some tea, Evanna?"

He was the only person who ever called her by her full name, rather than Eve or Evie. It was as if he savoured each syllable as it rolled off his tongue. She loved the way her name sounded on his lips. She imagined what it would sound like if he were to moan her name repeatedly while in bed —

She mentally slapped herself as she shook away those thoughts. She quickly nodded.

"Sure..." she said in a soft voice.

He poured some tea into a second mug. "It'll keep you warm..."

She sniffed as he placed the hot mug down in front of her. She placed her hands around it, the heat radiating through her entire being. "Thank you..." She lowered her head, feeling embarrassed about her outburst earlier. "I'm sorry for slapping you..."

He chuckled softly and waved it off. "Don't worry about it, luv. I had that one coming..."

The herbs calmed her down, and heat seeped through her body, warming her on the inside as she took small sips of the tea.

Robert sipped his tea quietly, pretending to focus on the television to not make Evanna feel uncomfortable by staring at her too intensely. But he would occasionally steal glances at her, taking in little details about her. The way her freckles were lightly dusted across her face. The way her lips curled around the edge of the mug as she sipped her tea. Occasionally, her hazel eyes would meet his, and he would avert his eyes back down to his tea or back to the television.

After she finished her tea, she yawned and made her way over to the bed. Even as she slid under the blankets, she could feel the biting winter cold that had made its way into the room. She shivered, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Robert finished his cup of tea before getting up to turn the tele off. The room was filled with silence, but not the crushing kind of loneliness that Evanna had felt when she first arrived. The silence was serene.

Peaceful.

Robert slipped under the covers next to her, reaching for the lamp to turn off. Evanna found herself reaching for him, encircling her arms around his waist. He looked down at her as his hand rested on her shoulder.

"Just hold me..." she whispered softly, her head resting against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady against her ear.

Robert wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as they both lay in bed. It felt as if he were her only source of heat at that moment; both literally and figuratively. Geoffrey had never held her like this, not once. The warmth and safety she felt in his arms made her feel almost embarrassed. He was just a mere acquaintance.

She became fully relaxed in his embrace, her hands reaching up to gently stroke his sideburns. A dopey smile broke out across his beautiful face, which prompted her own. The artistic side of her made her hands itch for her camera as she desired to capture that moment. But such a thing would be awkward.

He leaned down to press a small kiss on her lips. His lips were so soft, and the kiss felt so natural and sweet, like there were no ulterior motives behind it. Every gentle caress and kiss felt like an antibiotic, draining the toxicity from her veins, from her very heart.

The anguish Evanna had felt all evening became less and less as she lay in Robert's arms, gently running her hands through his long blond hair. His hair was even softer than it looked. She felt herself relaxing in his warm embrace. It was so much more than just a physical warmth. Robert's energy, and his very presence just radiated a warmth like no one else she had ever been around before.

Eventually, the sound of his breathing slowed, and the steady beat of his heart could be felt against her ear. His hand wound through her hair was the last Evanna noted before she slipped off into the warmest, most content sleep she had had in a long time. 

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I agree but also I don't? Let me think with my hands here for a bit...

There have always been short-lived fandoms and they tended to be the ones with a limited amount of, well, "content" (by which I mean canon content). Movie fandoms would usually be over and forgotten within a few months - I know this because as A Poor I would generally first see a film when the DVD was cheap enough in the supermarket and as a general rule by the time I saw a film its fandom would be long-dead.

The exception being a franchise like PotC, LotR or Marvel (& etc) where there are multiple films coming out at intervals that revive and feed the fandom with new stuff.

So everyone in the notes saying "Doctor Who" or "Star Trek" or even "Harry Potter" are still active because they're old is naming something with a large amount of canon content (massive, really, in the first two cases - you might never run out of new stuff to watch) and we can't really compare those to a Netflix drop of 6 to 8 episodes of something. Modern TV/streaming seasons are shorter which means we have less to work with when making fanworks.

Gifs... Look, I know gifmakers work hard but at the end of the day they're all giffing the exact same scenes with a faithfullness that fic and fanart don't require. Yeah all the popular (shippy, v often) scenes will be giffed within a few days, and unless the gifset is doing something fancy and artistic with it there's only gonna be so much demand for "the exact same shots as the gifset I reblogged 30 seconds ago except the colouring's a bit different maybe." Fanfic reuses tropes and so on, but two fics about such-and-such scene will never be as similar as two gifsets of that scene, purely because of how much the artist/author is being called upon to invent and add themselves.

In my experience tumblr is not a great platform for fanfic, even if you're just linking to it, because tumblr prefers visual works (which is valid!) and the reblogging and comment functions have never been ideal for discussion anyway. And AO3 is massive and you don't have sign in to drop a comment but in, say, the LiveJournal days you'd be commenting on a fic by someone you followed (most likely) so you knew them a bit and were more likely to feel comfortable talking to them, and there was sometimes a reciprocal transaction at work when they commented on your fic in turn. I may love someone on AO3 but their fanfic is literally the only contact I have with them. I don't know who they are, I have far less personal connection there.

If you go far enough back in fandom (even just to the 2000s) there was nothing we could offer each other but words and that made words our currency and so we wrote a lot of them.

Even fannish meta (now "Discourse" for some reason) isn't ideally-suited to tumblr as compared to LJ - no threaded conversations, no ability to lock to a limited audience, and oh my god the way some tumblr themes will fuck up a post to unreadable within even three or four reblogs with additions.

Add to that we're not "supposed to" add to the OP (like this!) but to use the tags to add our thoughts and as the complaints about "prev tags!!" remind us the tags are lost on a reblog unless you screenshot or copy/paste to add them onto a post yourself. So an utterly amazing insight can be lost so easily in the tags of a post and we're scared of getting told off if we splurge our thoughts in a format that can be preserved and passed along without effort from the next person along.

The ability to time-travel (archiving) is also a bit shit on newer sites, and the real-time focus makes commenting on older posts harder and scarier or even in some cases impossible.

LJ comments showed up in your email and LBR who didn't at least once get into a fannish fight there one night and wake up the next morning to replies on a topic you no longer gave a shit about? But if you *wanted* to keep up a discussion for a 50-comment thread then you could. And anyone joining in later would get neatly threaded within it.

I didn't unfollow on LJ because fannish posts were interspersed with more personal ones (helped by the friends-lock option where you could talk without everyone on the internet overhearing - imagine that!) so when they left My Current Fandom I might keep them cos I felt like I knew them, I'd read their lives and they were funny or whatever. Like there's a "moot" I have on DreamWidth that I don't think we've been in the same fandom together since about 2006... but I also followed along while they struggled with IVF and started a family and so by 2008 she was someone I felt pretty close to as internet relationships go. We had the chance to share our lives and often to have more in common with someone then Current Fandom. Tumblr is different because when I finally grow bored of gifsets of X And Y Do Something Cute In One Of The 12 Episodes Of My Current Show that's kind of the only thing I was sharing with that fandom's tumblr moots and so when I leave a fandom there might be no point still following someone for that sort of thing. And they feel the same way about me, which is fine! We don't have to marry each other to share a fandom for a while!

Short-form content generally doesn't appeal to me and can allow for limited creation or discussion (Tumblr is for gifs, Twitter is not much use for anything but Hot Takes, TikTok is for... I dunno I found it literally unusable so clearly that's not one for me) but I think the loss of long-form text content hosting is more the issue than the latest media/canons themselves. SPN gets a mention in the OP and aren't there about 15 seasons of that? So again it's about the amount of canon content we have to work with as fannish creators. We can only transform a work so many times before we run out of things to say about it and need to find a new one.

Not people saying “Fandom has always been like this” in that vent post I made. No. It hasn’t always been like this. Fandom has NEVER been like this until recently and if you were in fandom pre-tumblr purge, pre-twitter, pre-netflix boom, pre-tiktok….then you would fucking know it was nothing like this.

We still had the drive to create. We still sold prints and charms and made zines…but it was never like this.

The introduction of streaming, binge shows that drop all at once, tiktok and vine RIP i still love u vine but you were the beginning of a particularly ugly era) creating this bite sized, quick paced ‘content’ era of creation and it bled out into fucking everything else.

Fandoms didn’t die down when the show ended or the season was over. You didn’t mass unfollow artist, writers or moots just because they changed fandoms. There wasn’t this need to please the algorithm in order for your posts to get seen by people and enjoyed.

Fandoms used to last YEARS. Star Trek is literally the oldest running fandom out there and you got people in there that could care less about the new stuff and still have been happily prancing through their fucking fifty year old fandom today. Hell, even SPN after all it’s fuckups and shitshows has a dedicated fanbase STILL creating tons of art and fic.

There is no patience anymore. No calm feeling of taking in fandom and friends at a pace that which doesn’t make you stressed and is still fun.

Do I blame fandom for this? Of course not, but people are complacent with it and start changing their vocab to accommodate and end up making the situation so deep it cant be fixed.

We call Art & Fic Content now, completely stripping the value of what it is to a level of consumerism instead of personal entertainment & community bonding.