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lurkingshan · 10 months ago

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Japanese QL Corner

In which I cling to the last vestiges of two of my favorite shows of the year, write a eulogy for one of the most disappointing, and rejoice over the entry of a new fav. These shows are available for weekly streaming on Gaga unless otherwise noted.

Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

Farewell to a wonderful show. @isaksbestpillow has posted all seven episodes as of last week, so if you've been waiting for a binge, now is your chance. I already said a lot about why I loved this one, so I'll just use this space to urge you again to watch! This show is a goddamn delight.

Takara's Treasure

The main narrative ended last week, but this week we got a sweet little epilogue and one more visit with Takara and Taishin. I enjoyed the brief glimpse into their near future and getting to see Taishin turn 20 with his very first fuzzy navel, though I was a bit sad we got a repeat of the finale's themes rather than treading new ground for their relationship (I could not have cared less about the fujoshi writing RPF). This was a lovely show and I will miss these characters.

Happy of the End

CWs: Assault, child abandonment, child molestation, childhood sexual slavery, dubcon (including between the main characters), human trafficking, rape, sexual coercion and exploitation, suicidal ideation/possible attempt, unsafe S&M practices, violence

A very rough week for this show in terms of the content--please mind the triggers above because these are explicit depictions and it can be hard to stomach. I am waiting to see where this show is going with its themes before I make a final judgment, but watching the fourth episode in particular, some parts felt like crossing the line into gratuitous trauma porn that provided little additional illumination. We'll see how it shakes out in the end, but please take care with this one. I continue to find the characters and relationship dynamics compelling, and I am invested in Haoren and Chihiro's attempt to have a relationship despite the metric ton of baggage they are shouldering between them. Neither is equipped to even have any idea what a healthy relationship looks like, but they see something in each other and they want to try. That tiny bit of hopeful but likely doomed thinking may be all we have to cling to in this story.

I Hear the Sunspot

Sigh. I am sad about what this show could have been. For me, the finale definitely did not succeed at sticking the landing and making the last six weeks of wheel spinning feel worth it, and this show is going down as one of the big disappointments of the year for me. As you know if you've been keeping up with this weekly post, I loved the first half of this show, and Taichi's original characterization, so much. And I don't understand what happened here. The second half has felt like a completely different, confused, demonstrably worse show. Taichi hasn't felt like himself in weeks, the plots with Maya and the job at Sign were poorly grounded, inconsistently executed, and offered little pay off either thematically or in terms of character development, and the romance writing was a complete failure. It was actually painful to see Kohei run after Taichi and confess to him again, and the directing and editing of that sequence was so muddled that I had no idea what I was supposed to understand about Taichi's emotional journey or why this was the moment he was suddenly able to reciprocate. After all that brooding and his big speech about communication, he did not communicate much of anything to Kohei in the end. And I'm supposed to be content with leaving them here? Deeply unsatisfying on just about every level.

I understand from @twig-tea that while the story followed the beats of the manga's first two volumes at a high level, this production chose to remove many of the contextual details that actually made sense of the characters' behavior. It also seems they didn't understand they were setting up character arcs that did not get resolved until a later volume the show will not cover, thus ensuring the story would end at the wrong place. Just a baffling set of adaptation choices, and so much wasted potential. It's a shame.

Love is Like a Poison

But at least we have a new favorite coming in hot a week sooner than expected! I absolutely loved this first episode, in which we meet Shiba, our cold-hearted lawyer with delusions of grandeur and a sexually charged fixation on his house plants, and Haruto, our flirty scammer who has his number. This show is really well written and packed a ton of story, comedy, and deep characterization into its first episode. It's a promising start! For now it’s only available grey outside of Japan; I am hoping it will get picked up for proper international distribution soon.

Tagging @bengiyo to add this week's anime update.

#japanese ql corner #takara no vidro #takara's treasure #happy of the end #i hear the sunspot #hidamari ga kikoeru #love is like a poison #doku koi: doku mo sugireba koi to naru #mr mitsuya's planned feeding #mitsuya sensei no keikakutekina ezuke #twilight out of focus #japanese bl #shan shouts into the void

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kayharrisons · 8 months ago

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Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, wanna take a ride on your- [Bjorn x fem!reader x Kay] [NSFW, 18+]

You're the manager of the up and coming band Corbelan. Only you wish you weren't when you catch your lead singer and drummer fucking.

A/N: i can't lie guys I'm coming out as a Kay x Bjorn shipper 🧍‍♀️I'm highkey obsessed with them so have this random au where the Romulus crew are a band and you catch Kay and Bjorn fucking! Title is from Love Game by Lady Gaga!

Not SUPER important but here's everyone's roles in the band ehehe:

Kay: lead vocals

Rain: keyboard

Bjorn: drums, male vocals

Navarro and Tyler: guitar, backing vocals

Warnings: cousin incest, manager x bandmembers, threesome, sex, face sitting, p in v penetration, fingering, jacking off Bjorn, lil bit of name calling, Bjorn being a smug little shit, catching people in the act, so very unprofessional oh my god there's so many employment boundaries being broken here, Kay and Bjorn are freaky and I rate them for it, idk if the positions will make sense but fuck it we BALL

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" you ask, phone gripped tightly between your fingers, eye twitching as Bjorn stuffs himself back into his jeans, as Kay frantically pulls back up her underwear and her overalls.

"Hey, look-" Kay begins, eyes so impossibly wide. "-it's not what- it's not what it looks like-"

"Actually," Bjorn damn near purrs, slinging an arm around Kay's shoulders and leaning over her, smirking at the fury on your face. "S'actly what it looks like."

"You're- you two are cousins-"

"Not actually related-" Kay defends, voice nothing but a squeak, a shuddery exhale escaping her as Bjorn presses a kiss to her throat.

"Wouldn't stop us even if we were, would it love?" he grins, nipping at her throat before straightening up.

"You're supposed to go on in five fucking minutes-"

"Relax," Bjorn holds up his hands, leaning against the back of the couch, slouched over as he lights up a cigarette. "Didn't fuck her long enough to make her lose her voice."

"Bjorn!" Kay chides, cheeks pink. "...my voice will be fine."

Your eye twitches at the sight of them. Kay wringing her hands anxiously in front of her, Bjorn staring at you and taking drags of his cigarette. Your lead singer and drummer, ladies and gentlemen, just got caught screwing like horny fucking rabbits. You'd literally watched Bjorn's dick pound in and out of Kay's soaked cunt, watched her nails claw at the back of his t-shirt, watched him desperately grope at her chest.

And they're fucking cousins. Technically. Literally. Fucking hell.

"Kay, go." you damn near bark. She nods, sharing one last look with Bjorn, who strokes a hand through her hair and nods back at her. He is completely shameless in the way he stares after her ass as she does.

Jesus fucking christ.

You should've been a librarian or something. Something nice, wholesome, where you don't have to deal with this shit.

"What would you have done if it'd been Tyler who'd walked in?"

"Well," Bjorn hums, taking a thoughtful drag of his cigarette, before pointing his fingers to the wall. "Be a me sized hole in it right 'bout now. And besides, he fuckin' knocks, unlike some people."

"Don't take that goddamn tone with me, Bjorn," you snipe back, all sickly sweet. "I'm not the one fucking my cousin."

"Shame. Bet you'd look gorgeous all fucked out after a tryst."

Your eye twitches again. He smirks wider. The smoke curling from his cigarette and into his face truly makes him look like a fucking demon.

Ugh, like one of those hot ones that would be on like... Supernatural or whatever.

"Finish that," you snap, gesturing to his cigarette. "And get on stage. I'll talk to you both after about..."

"Right, sure," he hums, legs crossed at the ankles. "Me and Kay, you're mad. Yeah, yeah."

"Bjorn-"

"Jealous, love?" he smirks, cocking his head. "Wish it were you getting bent over and fucked? My cock in that tight cunt of yours?"

You flush, stammering, because what? This is all sorts of levels of unprofessional and-

Bjorn's smirk deepens, his eyes darkening. "Or do you wish you were me? Picture yourself fucking my cousin's pretty cunt, do ya? Imagining your mouth on it? Fingers? Don't leave out any details, darlin'-"

"Out!" you bark, heart hammering in your chest.

Bjorn holds up his hands, stubbing out his cigarette before sidling past you and out into the hall, following the directions towards the stage.

Two minutes later, you hear the guitar riff of the opening song start up, just as you sink into the couch, your head buried in your hands and a curious throbbing between your legs.

Maybe Bjorn hadn't been too far off after all.

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The pair stare at you sitting across from them. The rest of the band had vacated the building, returning to the hotel for a night of well earned rest.

These two, however, had hung back per your request.

Kay's knee bounces anxiously, only stilled by Bjorn's hand gently coming to rest atop it, giving it a comforting squeeze. You watch them, feeling as though you're outside of your body in that moment, as they seem to know and anticipate the other's movements befor they make them.

Bjorn has always kept Kay steady. You'd picked up on it, encouraged it, even. He kept her calm, be it a hand on her shoulder or one of his distracting and outlandish stories. It was hard to miss, the way her shoulders seemed to relax around him, how her face fell into nothing but fond warmth. He was always the first to jump to her defence, to tell tabloids and reporters to suck his dick and fuck off when they quizzed him on Kay's supposed "loose" love life. The others did too, of course, but Bjorn had always held a special kind of vitriol in his eyes when doing so, an odd tenseness to his form.

And Kay? Well, she'd always kept his temper in check, placating him with mere looks or a gentle touch to his arm. Similarly, Kay was always first to his defence, albeit less aggressively than Bjorn was for her, but her soft words and furrowed brow sometimes felt like more of a hard hit than Bjorn's hot headed impulsiveness.

Little things that you'd thought nothing of, at the time. But now, knowing what you know...

"Does anyone else know?" you ask, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"No," Kay says, quietly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's... hard to explain our relationship, I'm sure you understand that-"

"Cousins." you retort, and her face darkens in colour. Bjorn's, however, darkens like that of an incoming thunder storm.

"Not actually fuckin' related to her, as we said earlier." he snips back, only relaxing when Kay strokes a hand up and down his spine. "Look, we love each other, we share no genes, what's the big fuckin' deal? It's a bit, y'know, odd, we know that-"

"Had a lot of crisises about it!" Kay adds, and Bjorn grunts his acknowledgement.

"-but it's not like we're doin' anythin' wrong!"

"You think that media outlets are gonna see it that way?" you ask, sighing. "Or even Tyler-"

"I've got him handled!" Kay insists, and even Bjorn arches a brow at that. "Promise. I know how to handle him."

You huff heavily through your nose. "I'm not happy about any of this, hope you both know that."

"Don't give a fuck, love," Bjorn informs you, cheerfully. "If we're bein' frank, I still think you're jealous-"

"That-" you stammer, cheeks burning. Kay raises her brows, cocking her head in thought as she looks at you. Her stare is just as piercing as her cousin's own. "-is completely unprofessional and crossing a line and I'd care for you to not-"

"Are you?" Kay asks, oh so sweetly, as she leans forward a little in her seat. Bjorn's hand idly strokes up and down her leg, his eyes locked on you.

"S'like I told ya, love," he murmurs in her ear, nose nudging her temple as his gaze burns into yours. "She doesn't know who to be jealous of."

Kay hums, body instinctively melting into his. She turns her head, nudging her nose against his, her warm eyes searching his face, drawing his eyes back to hers. His free hand reaches up, cuppping her cheek with a tenderness you've never known him to have.

Your stomach clenches a little at the sight. Your eyes dart between them both.

You have no idea who to look at.

Kay smiles warmly, lips not quite yet meeting Bjorn's. "I think it's both, baby," she hums, glancing over to you, warm smile turning into something sharper, almost feline. "Look at her, trying to figure it out."

Bjorn chuckles softly as he looks to you, brushing his lips against Kay's temple, his icy blue eyes feel more like molten heat than anything cold in that moment.

"Wanna give her a show, then?" he asks, his hand sliding up her thigh, oh so gently trailing along her inner thigh before cupping her cunt through her overalls. Kay whimpers softly, grinding her crotch down into his hand. "S'a good girl," he encourages, pecking her forehead, before his hand roves up her stomach, skimming over her breasts before unhooking the straps of her overalls. "Off." he taps her still clothed stomach, and she grins at him, one he matches with equal intensity.

Has... Bjorn ever looked so happy in all this time you've been managing the band?

Wait.

Why the fuck is that your concern?

Kay is literally standing before you, sliding her overalls off, along with kicking off her shoes. She's left in her cropped tee and panties, and your stomach flutters at the sight. The throbbing between your legs pulses.

"You like?" she asks, twirling one of her curls around her finger. Bjorn inclines his head at you, brows raised in challenge. "We can always stop-"

"I don't think she could if she even wanted to," he damn near sing songs, rising to his feet and moving behind her. He loops his arms around her waist, leaning his chin against her shoulder. "Look at her, squirmin' in her fuckin' seat. Wouldn't be surprised if she's ruined the fuckin' upholstery with how soaked her cunt is."

"Bjorn," Kay chides, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "Don't be crude." he rolls his eyes, but is sufficiently chided. Until, that is, Kay looks at you with her dark eyes, something hungry in them that you've never seen on her usually oh so sweet face. "Unless you're into that?" she asks you, and Bjorn perks up again. "I know I am. But I know it's not for everybody. Just because I like it when he calls me a dirty little slut doesn't mean you will, y'know?"

Jesus fucking christ.

"I..."

You've always been career driven, always pushed to be the best, to be worth the money, hell, to find the people who make the money. And this? It crosses so many boundaries, would tar your reputation if it ever got out, could ruin your personal relationships...

And yet.

Yet, as you watch Bjorn's fingers trail down Kay's stomach, as you watch him slip them beneath the lace of her underwear, as you watch his fingers circle her clit a few times before disappearing into her cunt, as you watch Kay's eyes roll back and her mouth part...

You find yourself unable to care.

You launch yourself at them, slamming your lips against Kay's, to which she squeaks into your mouth with surprise. You cup her face with one hand, fingers moving back to tangle in her hair. Your other hand moves back, grips tightly onto Bjorn's t-shirt, before sliding down to his belt buckle, fumbling with the metal a moment before undoing it, fingers quickly making short work of his zipper before reaching inside and-

"No boxers?" you query, pulling away from Kay's soft lips to squint at him. She whines a little at the loss, and you soothingly run your thumb over her cheek. "Jesus, you really are a whore, huh, Bjorn?"

"Shut up-" he breaks off into a whimper as you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your hand up once, twice-

"He really is," Kay hums, leaning back against him, head against his shoulder. "All you gotta do is give him a look and he'll cream his fucking pants like he's a damn virgin. It's super flattering, actually."

Bjorn groans, burying his face in Kay's curls as you work your hand steadily up and down his rock hard dick. "This was a mistake, gettin' you two together in the same room like this-" he mutters, and Kay reaches back, tangling a hand in his hair and lightly tugging on the locks.

"You sure about that, baby?" she purrs, meeting your eyes with a smirk. "You don't want me to tell our manager about all the times you've come outta meetings with her so bricked up you had to fuck your cousin? Or when we'd tell each other about what we'd let her do to us?"

Your cunt pulses again, tongue darting out to moisten your lips. "What would you let me do?" You ask Kay, as Bjorn is too busy whining and whimpering into Kay's hair, his hips bucking with every pump of your fist.

Kay smiles, free hand reaching out, ghosting over your breasts before trailing up your neck and oh so gently cupping your cheek. "Everything," she breathes, leaning her forehead against yours. "But our favourite is- is you letting me sit on your face while Bjorn fucks you."

You whimper at the thought, cunt gushing the second the words leave her lips.

Kay giggles softly, resting her hands on your waist, before sliding them up and over your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her fingers make short work of your blouse buttons, soon sliding the material down your arms, her warm hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so pretty," she compliments, breathlessly, and this time she's the one lurching forward, slamming her lips into yours as her fingers roughly grope at your breasts. You moan into her mouth, and Bjorn swears softly from behind Kay, whining into her hair again. That is, before he's reaching out with his free hand, tangling it in your hair and yanking your lips from Kay's to his.

His lips are so soft, for someone who can be so viscious with his tongue.

The three of you stumble over to the couch, a tangle of limbs, of desperate kisses, of wandering hands, of clothes being rapidly shed.

Before you know it, the three of you are bare, you're being oh so gently pushed onto your back by Bjorn, who runs his hands down your legs before parting your legs for him. Kay sits close by your head, fingers gently kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples between her expert fingers.

"You sure?" Bjorn asks you, idly pumping his hand up and down his cock, eyes half shut from the pleasure, the lust.

"Yeah," you breathe, and he exhales shakily, leaning forward with his hands braced against your knees. He rubs the swollen head of his cock against your soaked folds, resulting in cries from you both, before he inches his way inside of you. You whimper at the fullness, the delicious ache of him stretching you with each and every inch.

"Fuckin' shit-" Bjorn cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, chest heaving as in inhales desperately for air. "So fuckin' tight, sweetheart- christ, it's like a fuckin' vice-"

You babble out something incoherent, and Kay giggles at it, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, before sitting up and leaning over to peck Bjorn, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him forward, deeper inside of you.

You cry out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut tight as Bjorn moans into Kay's mouth. She shuffles forward, thighs on either side of your face, her soaked cunt inches away from your mouth.

"You okay with-" you silence her question by grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto your face, hands gripping at her thighs as you start to eagerly lap at her soaked folds.

Kay moans, fingers clutching Bjorn's shoulders as she starts to buck her hips to and fro against your face, her eyes heavy as she watches Bjorn's cock disappear in and out of you.

"I knew you'd like it," Bjorn mutters, smirking at Kay as her dark eyes flick to his. "Dirty little slut, aren'tcha, Kay, love?"

"Yeah," she gasps, as your tongue circles her clit, as your moan sends a shock up her spine. "But you like that about me, cousin."

He whimpers at that, lurching forward and tangling his hands in her hair as he slams his lips against hers, his thrusts staggering a moment before resuming his prior brutal pace.

You've never cum from just penetration alone, but fuck you're going to tonight. The combination of Kay's wet heat, the taste of her, and Bjorn's dick filling you up in all the right ways, the thrill of it all... you can already feel it building.

"Oh just like that, baby," Kay encourages you, groaning and leaning her head back, rocking her hips harder, faster. You moan at the feeling, at her wetness coating your tongue, your mouth. You fingers dig into her thighs, nails leaving crescent shaped marks in her smooth skin, as you speed up your tongue against her clit, spelling your name against the flesh. "Jesus- shit- fuck-"

Kay near collapses her full weight onto your face, it's only Bjorn reaching out and holding her up that stops her. You moan against her pulsing cunt, unable to stop yourself from lapping up her wetness, from lightly teasing her clit and poking your tongue in and out of her pussy. Kay whimpers, tapping at your waist. "Baby, fuck, baby I'm so sensitive, I can't-"

"She can," Bjorn encourages you, squeezing your thigh, as his other hand moves between your joined bodies, his nimble fingers gathering up your own wetness and moving to your clit. You moan against Kay's cunt again, which causes her to splutter, her fingers clutching the couch to keep herself upright. "C'mon, love, think you can make her cum again? Cause I do, reckon it'd be real easy for you to make my cousin a right fuckin' mess."

Kay whines softly, even as you continue your teasing ministrations against her. Her hips buck against your face, craving her release yet again.

"She's desperate for it," Bjorn groans, as his pace grows sloppier, his own release nearing. "Fuck, her cunt never gets enough. Always greedy for it, aintcha, cuz?" he asks her, receiving another whine in response. He laughs breathlessly, removing his hand from your thigh to grab at her throat, squeezing lightly. "S'only me that usually gets her off this good, but you, love?" He coos at you, fingers speeding up against your clit. "I knew you'd manage, fuck, knew you'd be perfect for us to screw. Just as much of a desperate slut as my cousin, aren'tcha? I could tell from a mile away that'cha needed a good fuck, the right cock to driv you fuckin' stupid," he grunts, hiking your leg up high around his waist as he drills into you.

You can only choke out a moan of his name against Kay's cunt, as you feel your release build and build, before stars explode behind your eyes and your back arches off of the couch, your wail muffled by Kay's body.

Bjorn swears loudly, before collapsing forward, panting for breath as his dick twitches and pulses inside of you with his own release, filling you up with his cum. You damn near cum again from that sensation alone.

Kay continues to rock against your face as you and Bjorn recover, and it doesn't take her long to reach her second orgasm, collapsing backwards onto the couch with a content sigh, her arm over her eyes and her legs shaking.

The three of you remain in silence for a minute, the only sounds being that of your staggered breathing, all of you trying to catch your breath.

Until...

"Hang on!" Bjorn sits up, pointing a finger at Kay. "No fair you came twice and we only did the once! You really are greedy, jesus fuckin' christ-"

"You were the one encouraging me to get her to cum again." You remind him, arching a brow as you wipe Kay's slick from your face.

"Still!" He protests, pouting. "I demand a rematch-"

"This was a match?" Kay asks, raising her brows and lowering her arm from her eyes.

"Fuckin' whateva- I still think that we should get to cum twice-" he gestures between you and him, smirking at Kay. "Dontcha agree? Round two, anyone?"

You tilt your head back to look at Kay, and she looks back down at you. A beat passes.

You both burst out into a fit of giggles, which causes Bjorn to pout even further as he defends himself.

Despite your giggles... well, round 2 starts not even ten minutes later.

#alien romulus #alien #bjorn alien romulus #bjorn alien romulus x reader #bjorn x reader #kay harrison x reader #kay harrison x bjorn #bjorn x kay #kay harrison #kay harrison x reader x bjorn #bjorn x reader x kay harrison #bjorn x kay harrison

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1toreyouapart · 7 months ago

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The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, mental health (mention of a past attempt), more to come as I actually get things written out.

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We Bend

Another shitty date. Another evening wasted. More money wasted. Because she just could not let these men pay for her meal. Groaning she kicked off her shoes, adjusting her skirt in the process. Another wasted skirt on a man that couldn't even get passed the first five minutes without talking to her like she was stupid. What the fuck was wrong with her? Literally nobody had been good enough. The bar was low, but goddamn. Why the fuck was she back home at 11pm and bored out of her skull?

Heaving a weary sigh she started up the stairs, smiling the instant she heard Noah yelling in his room. That sound was all she needed to know that she was home.

Curious she peeked her head inside his cracked bedroom door, smothering a snicker as he jumped and laughed with the friends he was online with. She couldn't help but watch him in his element. Everyone said that music was what made him who he was, but as she watched him now, wearing cat ear headphones, jamming out to some Bruno Mars, she couldn't help but fall for him just a little more.

On the tips of her toes she crept forward, clicking his bedroom door shut behind her. He only ever left it open if she wasn't back by a certain time, anyway. Surely he had to have heard the door close. He had to have. Instead he jumped when she came into view, pausing his game. Without a word she climbed into his lap, settling herself where she could bury her face in the crook of his neck.

"Something came up. Gotta run." He spoke into his headset, ripping it off. “Bad date?”

“Yeah. Total dickbag.” Quinn heaved a weary sigh. “The bar is so low at this point I would settle for somebody that at least looks at me when they’re talking to me.”

Noah shifted underneath her, his arms settling around her waist. Large hands rubbed her back in soothing circles, his breathing slowly changing to match her own. He had always done that. Mirrored her in some way. It was unsettling how easily he did it, sometimes. Like it was as natural as, well, breathing.

“Try raising the bar, babe. You deserve more than that.”

Quinn shrugged. At one point she had thought so, too. But as time went on she was starting to realize that may not be true. And that maybe she was the problem.

“Don’t shrug at me. I’m right and you know it.”

“You have to say that. You’re my best friend.”

Noah chuckled as he reached up and grabbed her head to lift it off his shoulder. She knew she was being impossible and should just take the compliment. But truthfully, her confidence had been shaken years ago and she never quite got it back. He held her face there, inches from his, forcing her to look at him. His dark eyes were soft and dancing with affection as he looked at her.

“That means I’m the most qualified to say that. I know you, flaws and all. From the way you refuse to use a stupid step stool to reach up high, to the fact that you know the entire choreography to Bad Romance.”

“Uh, Lady Gaga is an icon and I find it offensive that you don’t know it,” she retorted , quirking an eyebrow.

Noah laughed, thumb gently stroking her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers. Moments like this were the only ones where she felt seen. Like there was at least one person in the world that saw her for who she was and didn’t run away. Odd to think it came from a random night in a bar seven years ago.

“I also know that you’re a fucking psychopath that puts ketchup on their mac and cheese. And that you always stir your tea exactly three times clockwise, and then three more times counterclockwise. That you have a habit of leaving your bras fucking everywhere. And for some reason you put hot sauce on everything. I mean, ice cream, Quinn? I feel like normal people don’t do that.”

“Noah,” she warned. He was right, but goddamn. Did he have to be so mean about it?

“I digress. You’re also the funniest, kindest, sweetest, and most intelligent person I’ve ever met. I’ve watched you give your last dollar to someone in need. Watched you drop everything to help someone who was lost, or show up for a friend even when they didn’t show up for you. I’ve listened to you talk for hours about the ocean and all the new information coming out about previously unexplored places there.” He sighed, brows furrowing slightly as he spoke. “So, yeah. You deserve better. You deserve the world and somebody that’ll stop at nothing to give it to you. Not these little boys that you keep settling for. Raise your standards.”

Quinn froze, her breath trapped in her lungs. So that was how he saw her. As this kind person that did good things all the time. He had to know that she wasn’t a good person, though. Had to. She fucked up all the time. Took their petty arguments too far more often than not. And yet he was still sitting there looking at her like she was a saint. She didn’t know what to do. What to say.

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @supersquirrel1996 @mrscevans

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melefim · 11 months ago

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Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Esther Finch

Overview:

21 curses total, 6 different words said in 5 episodes.

Episode 1: 1 Jesus

Episode 2:

Episode 3: 1 Shit

Episode 5:

Episode 6: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 3 God

Episode 7: 2 Fuck, 2 Damn, 1 God, 1 Screw

Episode 8: 3 Fuck, 4 God, 1 Screw

Curses Per Episode:

Episode 1: 1

Episode 2: 0

Episode 3: 1

Episode 5: 0

Episode 6: 5

Episode 7: 6

Episode 8: 8

Uses Per Word:

Esther’s favorite word is God, which she says 8 times. After that is Fuck, said 6 times, and Damn, said 3 times.

God: 8

Fuck: 6

Damn: 3

Screw: 2

Shit: 1

Jesus: 1

Unique Words:

Esther, Crystal, and Jenny are the only characters who say Screw.

Percent of Total:

Esther swears 21 times throughout the season, which is 6.5% of all cursing in the show.

Rankings:

Who Swears the Most: Esther’s 21 curses puts her in 4th place overall.

Curse Word Variety: She is tied for 4th place for cursing variety with the Cat King, with 6 different curse words each.

Individual Words: She is tied for 1st place with Edwin for most uses of Damn. (3 each)

She is tied for 2nd with Niko for most uses of God- 8 times each.

Lines:

Episode 1: Monty! Jesus! I'm trying to threaten some kids!

Episode 3: Quit loitering you little shits.

Episode 6: Oh, God, well without her precious little dead boys she'll be snake food in no time.

Episode 6: God! You're not going gaga for the uptight boy?

Episode 6: I mean, this is why we had a plan, Monty, so I wouldn't be the one traipsing through the goddamn woods!

Episode 6: God, I love final moments.

Episode 6: Teeth Face, what the fuck?

Episode 7: I'm gonna wring that chic little kitty's goddamn neck.

Episode 7: Oh, god.

Episode 7: I know you blew up Monty's spot, you little fucking snitch.

Episode 7: And I'm gonna take that power, and get this goddamn town under my thumb.

Episode 7: You, you.. you think that you're the only one who's ever been screwed over? You're not. I fucking deserve this!

Episode 8: God, you're nosy.

Episode 8: Don't ever trust a goddess to grant your wishes, because she'll definitely screw you over good.

Episode 8: Oh, God! Oh, God, no, my face… Is fine.

Episode 8: Oh my God, my own sacrificial knife? I'm impressed. But I'm not fucking around that you're also gonna patch that wall before you die too.

Episode 8: Who the fuck are you?

Episode 8: What the fuck? Hey hey hey no! What did you just do?

Notes:

Esther is the only character to swear in another language- in episode 8 she has the line “Oh, shoot. Or as the French say, merde.” — ‘Merde’ is French for ‘shit’. (Not included in count above)

Updates:

Updated Percent of Total Swearing chart.

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

#dead boy detectives #dbda #dead boy detective agency #esther finch #dead boy detectives swearing #swearing by character #compiled by me #Dbdshow

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nebulastarss · 8 months ago

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The story for the catbatfam au: Part 1

The Waynes:

Martha and Thomas Wayne, newly married and excited for the future, bought a cat from Europe. Specifically a Savannah Cat from Britian. (Look them up please they're so cute and BIG) The cat was slightly distrustful at first, but warmed up over time. He had battle scars, tears in his ears for example. They named him Alfred, and thought of him as a friend. He was their emotional support. Now, it's been years, they're out of college, they're settled.

They also don't want kids. Martha grew up as a celebrity and has no idea what to give a kid but is pretty sure that whatever she would say would be wrong. Thomas is not home enough to fully support a kid without his wives help, and neither of them have the time to go to parenting classes, not to mention the paparazzi. (thank you Lady Gaga for teaching me how to spell paparazzi)

So they look at their older cat Alfred and they say (to their cat. They've been in the habit of talking to him like he's a person for years) "would you like to co-parent with us."

So they buy a kitten. A Maine Coon kitten that they name Bruce. Bruce is a well behaved boy, and Alfred quickly gets into the habit of following around the kitten to unsure he doesn't accidently cause any trouble.

(Hey how old is Alfred here? Cats don't live that long blah blah- shush. Age isn't real and cats are immortal. Screw logic)

Bruce grows up happy and loved, and without his owners dying because human!Bruce was the one to drag them to the theater in the first place. He never gets neutered but he never like. Does things that unneutered male cats do. He doesn't even spray??? Like they fully expected him to do that but he just doesn't. So they forget.

Bruce grows into a well-loved cat, and starts breaking out. At first they don't notice, but then he has mud under his claws, bits of leaves on his back. And no one knows how he's doing it. Alfred isn't spilling, that old man just leaves the room if questioned. Bruce doesn't seem to be getting into fights, no scratch marks or bitten ears, but they can't figure out how to keep him in.

One day, they hear scratching at the door, open it up.

Why is Bruce holding an American Shorthair kitten in his mouth. Where did you get that.

So they bring the baby to the vet, find a microchip. He belongs to 2 people who died today. Oh no. What do you mean there's dried human blood on the babies paws. Oh NO.

They bring the kitten home. The name Richard is on his microchip. He does not answer to Richard. One of the performers get in touch, asking if "Little Dickie" is doing ok. The kitten only answers to Dick. Thomas loves it, Martha is fondly exasperated for at least a week.

Bruce has gone full father. Dick is his kitten, 100%. The same way Alfred was clearly co-parenting, Bruce has labeled Alfred as a grandfather along with Martha and Thomas. They're overjoyed. They're grandparents to their kitty baby. He grew up so fast.

(The house keepers have a running joke, pretending Bruce is human and saying stuff like "Oh he didn't even finish college before settling down" "took an orphan off the streets, so selfless, just like his parents". All of the butlers and maids love their weird, eccentric family)

Dick keeps following Bruce on his ventures. (they've installed a large doggie door. If he's gonna get out, they can at least monitor it.) Online comes a video from the police Commissioner's private account, apparently Dick befriended his cat, Babs. Since the Wayne's are a public family, everyone knows who the Wayne cats are. And Bruce is pretty goddamn identifiable. (How many black and white Maine Coons are there in Gotham? Most likely: 1)

Dick gets fixed. They figure that Bruce being unfixed is what caused him to pick up Dick, a kitten in need. Like a weird, cat version of asexuality. They don't fix Bruce.

It's been a few months when Bruce picks up another one, a scruffy Cymric kitten with matted fur and a ripped color, faded tag reading Jason. His vet visit is actually pretty urgent, since he's clearly not doing great and has multiple infections. He was clearly not treated well by the people on the streets, having been kicked about at least once (by the Joker, which is where Bruce found him) They call the number on the back of the collar, and discover the Todd family.

A dead goon husband and struggling addict wife, who is not fit to look after herself let alone a cat. Faced with charges of animal neglect and abuse, Catherine goes to rehab. Once clean, she doesn't ask for him back as she feels she isn't responsible enough, and needs to work on herself more first. She does visit sometimes though.

Dick tries to play too roughly with Jason at first, but after some baps to the ears from Alfred, he calms down and lets Jason recover. Cuddles are mandatory tho. The kitten will be groomed and he is not getting out of it.

#batman au #catbatfam series #so i posted this on accident and genuinely thought i lost it #so its part of a series now #batman #alfred pennyworth #martha wayne #thomas wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne

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lovelytsunoda · 4 months ago

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love is a losing game | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Part VI - Always Remember Us This Way

Chapter Summary: Jessie goes to visit Jake in the hospital. After listening to the recordings on his wire, she takes things into her own hands and tracks down Bradley Bradshaw.

Chapter Warnings: More g*n violence, a little more questionable policing (but this time it's for a good cause). Jessie stands up for the man she fell in love with (and keeps a bulletproof vest in the trunk of her sports car!)

Author's Notes: I'm getting a second wind after watching the Bosch:Legacy s3 trailer. Why did I have to get so attached to a show with about 5 people in its fandom?

Series Masterlist

Jessica Seresin was mad at her husband.

Really goddamn mad. She’d broken four traffic laws and two speed limits, sirens blaring as she drove from Culver City to the hospital in Beverly Hills. First, she was going to make sure that her husband was alive.

And then she was going to throttle him.

“Hi, Detective Jessica Seresin, LAPD. A man was brought in with a bullet wound earlier this afternoon. Can you tell me what room he’s in?” She flashed her badge at reception, knowing full well that her frazzled appearance didn’t quite match up with the calm and collected detective in her identification photo.

She couldn’t hate him. The man had said it himself before they fell back into bed with each other that afternoon: he was doing it so that they could have the life Jessie had always dreamed about. How funny that just over an hour ago, they were lying naked in their queen bed, and now Pete Mitchell had taken a chunk out of his shoulder.

Not that Jake hadn’t deserved it. Because he had.

She flashed her badge at the sheriff’s deputy sitting outside Jake’s room, steeling herself for the very real possibility that the father of her child was considered a flight risk and handcuffed to the hospital bed.

Jessie wasn’t prepared for the lurch in her gut when she saw Jake’s pale face, eyes closed, and appendages connected to monitors. There were no handcuffs, but she knew that probably just meant that he was in such rough shape that he wouldn’t be leaving the bed of his own accord any time soon.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She hummed, sitting in the plastic hair next to him, one hand resting on his pale face. “How did we get here? What happened to the good Catholic boy that I married?”

Jake laughed, immediately regretting it as he felt the pain spread across his chest. “He left after I joined the force. I’m so sorry, Jessica. I never meant for it to go this far. I was going to turn him in, I swear to God. I just needed a bit more evidence.”

“That doesn’t matter now. What matters to me is that you’re still alive.” She ran her fingers over his cheek, subconsciously mapping out his face with her touch. She knew this was the end of the road.

There was no way out except federal prison.

“Where’s Rosie?”

“She’s still at Sophie’s. Greg is on his way home, she’ll be safe. I put in a call to Garcia, he’s got a patrol unit on standby at the top of their street.” Sophie’s husband, Greg Tran, was a California state trooper and a recreational sharpshooter. If Bradley went anywhere near Greg and Sophie’s, she knew that Greg would protect his niece with all the firepower at his disposal.

Rosie couldn’t be in safer hands.

There was a knock at the door, Pete Mitchell standing leisurely in the doorway. There was plaster dust in his hair, and a small cut above his nose. Jessie wondered if he had come straight to the hospital after calling her. She and Mitchell had a long history, one that couldn’t just be erased overnight, even if Pete did shoot her husband.

“Thanks for bringing him home, Pete.”

Pete sighed. “It’s not over yet, Jessie. Bradley Bradshaw is in the wind. I want uniformed officers outside of your house, and there are already two outside of Jake's hospital room. I know you already sent a unit to your sister-in-law’s, but we can’t be too safe here.”

Jessie cast a nervous glance to her husband, waiting for Jake to reassure her that everything would be fine.

“Jess,” Jake rasped, grasping her hand. “Take five. Go get something to eat. I want to talk to Pete for a second.”

Jessie swallowed, nodding solemnly. “Okay. I’ll be just down the hall.”

She grabbed her purse, weakly squeezing Pete’s arm as she exited the hospital room. Pete took the chair she had just vacated, staring at Jake. The rage that Pete felt was at more than the way that Bradshaw and Seresin had abused the system.

It was at the way that Jake hurt Jessica, blew up his family. Now, Jessie would have to raise a baby on his own, and a little girl was going to lose her father.

“I’m going to jail. Even with a plea. And it’s going to be very hard on Jessica.” Jake said, point blank. “She’s going to insist that she’s fine, but she will need help. She can’t go back to Santa Clarita, because then she’s going to lose custody of Rosie, and with everything we went through to have a baby, losing Rosie would kill her. It’s risky enough as is with her history of cardiomyopathy. I need to you to look out for her while I’m inside.”

Pete sighed. “I talked to Mickey Garcia before I came to see Jessie. He told me everything.”

Jake bit his lip. “The last few years have been rough. I won’t lie to you. For the longest time, we didn’t think we could get pregnant, and as far as the doctors were concerned, it was my fault. The fuck kind of man was I if I couldn’t give my wife a baby? We tried almost non-stop for a year, and then the pregnancy was so hard on Jessica. Pete, everything I have done has been out of desperation. You have to believe me. I didn’t kill Alexandra Pilcher. That was all Bradley. Jessica was in the second trimester, having some trouble sleeping. When I went out that night, I told her it was to pick up some things she had been craving during the day. When I saw what Bradley was doing to Alex, it made me physically sick. And for the first time, I was genuinely scared of him. There’s something boiling under the surface with Bradley Bradshaw. Something dark, and something dangerous. I wanted to turn him in, but that’s when he started threatening Jessie. The things he said about her, Pete, and the things he said about my baby. He had me over a barrel.”

“Where would he go? If you can give me that, the judge can consider it at sentencing. You might stand a chance of getting out to see your daughter finish high school.”

Jake shook his head. “I’ve got more. I wore a wire. Everything on there was obtained illegally, but it’s enough to prove that that he was the ringleader. Jessie knows where it is.”

Pete repeated the question. “Where is he, Jake? Because until we find him, your wife and daughter are in danger.”

“Marina Del Rey. There was one guy who couldn’t pay us.” Jake swallowed. “Bradley cajoled him into giving us the keys to his yacht. He’s gonna take it and go to Mexico. You have to get to the marina before he leaves.”

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“Son of a bitch!” Jessie shouted, kicking the vending machine after it ate her five-dollar bill and refused to spit out a Calypso lemonade. She’d texted Sophie with updates but had yet to call her own parents.

She should have known something was wrong. If her mind hadn’t been so preoccupied and addled, she would have noticed what was wrong with the man she shared her bed with. The thumb drive was heavy in her pocket, and she’d spent the car ride trying to erase what she had both read and heard.

The text messages were vile enough, but listening to the sheer brutality of Bradley’s rage, and the way he beat up innocent people made her stomach turn. She understood why Jake did what he had. Bradley was a manipulator, and he had the aggressive behavior to imply that he would make good on his threats.

Pete came up behind her, his hand heavy on her shoulder. Wordlessly, he stepped around her, putting another fiver in the machine and purchasing the lemonade for Jessie.

“I’m sick of people I care about ending up in hospital beds.” Jessie spoke quietly. “Detective Johnson. Tom. My gran. How didn’t I notice?”

“You just had a baby, Jessica. You can’t expect to be able to do everything for everyone anymore. Be gentle with yourself.” Pete encouraged, a hand on her back. “Every cop in the city is looking for Bradshaw, the state troopers are setting up checkpoints out of state. Jake seems to think that he would have gone to Marina Del Rey.”

“That’s where we got married!” Jess sobbed. “Is nothing sacred anymore? This is all my fault. If I had been more coherent, and able to regulate my feelings, we’d have been able to pay the mortgage-“

“Detective Jessica Seresin,” Pete’s voice was stern. “You listen to me. None of this was your fault. None. If its anybody’s, it’s Bradley Bradshaw's.”

Jessie nodded, wiping at her eyes as she reached into the small pocket of her purse. Ignoring the pain in her chest, she passed Harry the thumb drive. “Everything is on here. Pete, it’s fucking vile. The things he said he’d do to me, and the things he said he’d do to Rosie. Bradshaw had the house basically stalked. There are pictures of me in the bathtub on there. I don’t even know where he got them.”

“We’re going to get him, Jessie.”

“I want to come with you.” Jessie stated firmly. The pain in her chest was giving way to rage, and she didn’t want to tamp that down. She wanted to harness it and direct it at the person who deserved it the most. Her whole body itched to do something. Anything. “That son of a bitch blew up my family, and I’m making sure he gets what’s coming to him.”

Harry frowned. “Jessica, are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Was it a good idea when I helped you track a murder suspect to a fucking island? No! Was it a good idea when I followed you to a private airfield to stop a government plane because you were convinced a Taiwanese diplomat killed your ex-wife? Hell no! Was it a good idea when –“

“Enough! That was different. You didn’t have a kid to look after when all of that happened.”

“You did. I know she was older, but she’d lost her mom, Pete. What if she had lost you as well?”

Pete sighed, leaning against the white hospital wall, flicking the USB open and closed in his palm. “Go spend the time you have left with your husband, Jessica. You know as well as I do that he’s going away for a long time. You should say your goodbyes now. I’m sorry.”

With that to say, Pete turned around and started walking away. Away from the Seresins, away from responsibility. This fight was as personal to him as it was to Jessica. One way or another, justice would be served.

Even if justice meant sending Bradley Bradshaw home in a body bag.

The tightness in Jessie’s chest was back, constricting her lungs. She doubled over, sitting on an hard chair left next to the coffee machine. Surely Pete didn’t expect her just to sit around and do nothing. When Pete was in a similar situation, he didn’t sit around, he started an off the books investigation into an FBI task force. This would be much more by-the-book.

And she wanted the satisfaction of looking Bradley Bradshaw in the eyes while they hauled his ass off to Victorville.

It was the least she could do for Jake after what he had done for her and Rosie.

Fueled by anger and a new steely resolve for God knows what, Jessie clutched the keys to her Volkswagen so tightly that the keyring ate into the skin on her palm. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she set her navigation system for Marina Del Rey. Unimpressed with the time Apple Maps was giving her, she did up her seatbelt and threw on the sirens. The hand radio in her cupholder was dialed into the same frequency as the black-and-white patrol cars, and she was ready to change course the second there was a confirmed sighting of Detective Bradshaw somewhere other than the Marina.

She was going to make that man so sorry he ever hard the name Jessica Seresin.

The drive, which should have taken exactly twenty-seven minutes took Jessica just over seventeen, speeding down streets with a reckless abandon that would have shocked her to see when she was younger and still learning. Of course, the immunity that the emergency sirens gave her was a bonus. She didn’t bother parking, the bar lights acting better than blinkers as she pulled to a stop next to a uniform Ford Explorer. She didn’t see Pete’s Jeep, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t here.

Sitting in the Marina parking lot, she did four rounds of box breathing before popping another Ativan and reaching inside the glove box for her service weapon. After making sure the pistol was loaded, she strapped it to her belt and popped open the trunk.

“Excuse me!” a voice shouted from behind her. “Who are you?”

Jessie looked up, meeting eyes with a young patrol officer in tactical gear. The tag over her heart read “Mitchell”.

It was Pete’s daughter.

“Detective Jessica Seresin. Auto theft.”

Riley looked at her, head tilted slightly. “You worked with my dad. You’re Jake Seresin's wife.”

“I am.” Jessie hoisted her bulletproof vest out of the trunk, pulling it over her head. “And the son of a bitch in there is single handedly responsible for blowing up my life, so it’s time for me to take a page out of your dad’s book and handle this myself.”

Riley nodded stoically, reaching for her own holster. “I take it I can’t stop you.”

“Nobody could.” Jessie didn’t wait for an answer, pushing past Riley Mitchell and into the Marina. “Bradley Bradshaw?” She shouted, firing a warning shot into the deck under her feet. “Get your ass out here!”

She caught movement in the corner of her eye. The rocking of a yacht badly tethered. She looked behind her, at Riley and her partner Vasquez, before nodding silent orders. Each uniformed officer split up, making their way to the yacht from a different side.

“Bradshaw, it’s the end of the road!” Jessie called. “Jake gave you up. He was wearing a wire, and he’s trying to cut a deal. Did you really think you could threaten our daughter and get away with it? That you could threaten me, and he’d take it lying down?”

She heard gunfire, ducking instinctively despite the lack of danger. Muffled shouts followed the shot, and Jessie tracked them to the yacht. She could see Bradley on the deck, gun in hand as he shot at someone else, the other person returning fire lightning sharp. A figure dressed in black stood across the pier, and Jessie bit her lip to stop from cursing.

It was Pete fucking Mitchell.

#love is a losing game series #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #hangman x reader #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun fanfic #top gun hangman #jake seresin

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titles-for-tangents · 10 months ago

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I think Chappell Roan kickstarted an artistic movement overnight. I mean this performance straight up struck a chord. Of course any good artist will inspire more art, but the sheer flood of illustrative art of her I’ve seen on Twitter earlier this afternoon and how so few of it appears to be on tumblr - there are SO many artists out there all finding inspiration in Roan’s MTV performance from last night and all of them are capturing her gaze and stance differently and extremely well. She is making people feel things, and process much, much more.

I haven’t seen a musician this artistically precise with her costume choices since Lady Gaga, and Roan is being even more precise about it, I would say. In Lady Gaga’s earlier years especially, she dressed just slightly veering off the “cute, blonde, young, female musician,” path to keep everyone on their toes, guessing, and at a proper distance, and all the while she was thematically exploring the concept of fame at a time when it had for so many years been so goddamn commercialized and processed. *chef’s kiss* The timing was genius and couldn’t have been more perfect. While I’ve not been paying attention to what most celebrities have been up to as of late, I get a strong impression Chappell Roan just reintroduced the medieval fashion craze from the past year/year and half-ish(?) to the larger pop public mindset. We’ve seen it at one of the recent Met galas where the theme was basically Medieval Western European Catholicism, and this is keeping in perfect theme with Roan’s album art for her single “Good Luck, Babe!” And while it’s easy to say she’s always been this precise with her appearance, Chappell Roan came, slapped, slayed, and pretty much obliterated everyone else as a musician and an artist. The biggest difference I noticed is that while overall everyone else looked fine and more or less how you can expect (Sabrina Carpenter in particular looked stunning!) Chappell Roan and her team captured what it was like to appear beautiful.

Roan’s outfits captured something timeless, ethereal, and sublime, and all the photos and portraits that were taken of her featured her facial expressions ranging anywhere from the kind of tragic, somber beauty captured in a pre-Raphaelite painting to a strong, stern look devoted to slicing everything and everyone in her path. She and her makeup and costume team had these looks honed like a knife. I’ve seen tags for both “Roan of Arc” and “Julie D’Aubigny” and used them myself; the key here is that instead of simply evoking Catholic oppression and suffering, Roan is evoking themes of queer liberation. Liberation from the way of life that other people choose for you and expect of you is possible, even amongst an oppressive, medieval, Catholic aesthetic.

But let us not forget what “Good Luck, Babe!” is actually about. Chappell Roan’s knightly costume on stage invites us to think about the tale of Julie d’Aubrigny, but the actions she takes on stage and the background set design present us with a very different ending for what would otherwise be a rescue mission. Instead of burning down a convent where her lover is trapped, Roan sets aflame what is presumably the castle of an upperclass nobleman - the golden birdcage her lover has chosen over her, the safe option, the far less satisfying option, instead of the passionate relationship they had together. Roan as the narrator approaches the audience with an army of men — noticeably all men — and shoots an arrow tipped with fire brimming with flames as hurt and furious as her heart is right into the very heart of the castle. We can presume her lover is inside but whether or not she is, the effect is still the same. Roan drops to her knees and comes to grips with loss. What they had was real and they both knew it, but without her lover’s devotion true, their love could never blossom. More specifically and historically typical to the queer experience, her lover was uncomfortable and wishy-washy about being in a relationship with our narrator in general, but like a shitty partner didn’t quite want to break up with her either and so strung her along and delayed taking any action at all, until she left her behind entirely in the most cutting way possible.

The message Roan sends is blatantly clear: “Your ‘safe’ option isn’t nearly as safe as you think it is.” And yet many of the song’s lyrics can be applied to our narrator herself here: she literally shoots her shot - a flaming arrow - into a symbol of patriarchal, feudalistic society’s top prize - her lover’s husband’s castle and all the social standing that comes with it - but one arrow is all it takes for our narrator to halt her crusade (for the time being anyway) and watch as her lover’s new world burns down. Her men and the knights of her lover fall dead from bloody battle behind her, and she is the only one left upright with her broken heart, spurned, abandoned, and scorned, but now utterly alone.

This entire, powerful tale is told in about four minutes or less. The male dancers behind Roan skillfully leap and swing their swords with surprisingly no audible clanging. The iron bars catch fire in perfect symmetry, and massive, projected explosions burst upwards from behind the castle walls. Smoke machines capture the hazy, burning atmosphere by the false night’s end. The entire audience just witnessed the climax to a play on par with anything written by Shakespeare, and those privileged enough to be in the front seat stretch out their hands hoping to be touched by her. Roan stays in character and doesn’t oblige, her character staring out into a future without her lover. The entire theater is shrieking with delight.

Finally, some good, fucking entertainment. I haven’t seen anything quite this compelling since Will Smith’s “Wild Wild West” performance in the 90’s. I would be surprised if a massive amount of fanfiction wasn’t written about this in the coming months - I certainly will be on the happy lookout for more artists’ interpretations of her costumes. Much like Roan’s narrator suggests to her lover, this is going to be one hard act to follow without true devotion to one’s craft, and given she focused her performance around a single that was released after her main album was, I think we can safely agree the next coming acts are going to be nothing short of enthralling.

#chappell roan #costuming #costume design #julie d’aubigny #songs #musics #mtv vmas #mtv music awards #analysis #current events #long posts

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typicalopposite · 1 year ago

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Thank youuuu @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag <3

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun!

🌈 For all of June, Ficlet Fridays will be Pride themed. This week's prompts are lyrics from LGBTQ+ artists 🌈

I used to live alone before I knew you (Hallelujah - Rufus Wainwright)

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams (Karma Chameleon - Boy George)

Aren't you tired of tryin' to fill that void? (Shallow - Lady Gaga)

A truth so loud you can't ignore (My Youth - Troy Sivan)

Guess it's true I'm not good at a one night stand (Stay With Me - Sam Smith)

But thanks for loving me, cause you're doing it perfectly (Whatdya Want From Me - Adam Lambert)

Guess ‘hot goddamn mess’ is your type then (Got Weird - dodie)

If I have to live without you I don't wanna live forever (Hell Together - David Archuleta)

Wild Card - send me lyrics from a song by a queer srtist of your choice and let's see what it inspires. 💚

Dealer's choice - i'll choose one of these i haven't gotten yet for your pairing/fandom or somthing else and write with that 💚

My fandoms: 9-1-1 (BuckTommy) RWRB (FirstPrince, and just for you Mel SouthernPhilantropy) Spies Are Forever (CurtWen... so you'll give me a prompt Wench) & Psych (Shassie)

tagging @scripted-downfall @luainthewild and @meraki-yao & I'll try to get any prompts I get out before the next Ficlet Friday!

#ficlet friday #my writing #911 abc #red white and royal blue #spies are forever #psych usa #bucktommy #firstprince #curtwen #shassie

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giddlywinks · 5 months ago

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Giddy's Ditties Sampler #6: THIS JUST IN: IT WILL ALL GET BETTER!

These are songs that have brought me joy in these goddamn trying times. Isn't that enough?

Ethereal doesn't quite capture what this is. It's more transcendent. Perhaps angelic. Less cosmic than it may seem. More sobs than wailing.

"I'm making it through the tough times

When it feels like I've been burning out

Tryna build up the muscle

So the hustle doesn't pull me down

And I know that I should (I should)

Be seeing all the good (Ooh)

But it's all work and it's no play and there's too many

Growing pains"

Gagged me watching season three on DVD from my local library.

I've started doing magic... times are tough. I am burning out.

I also love how this is the best shit we will ever hear in our lifetimes, and she's done this shit to us multiple times.

Beautiful song. This shit WILL NEVER happen again.

This is my new war cry. Patti and I are of the same energies.

"Brothers and sisters!

We are here tonight

To fight the devil!"

I'm on my shit forever now. So, is Bree Runway. Love when she literally breathes and exists.

"Hello?"

It's holy on the dance floor and covered in sweat that isn't mine, until a brightness descends from the ceiling, and for a full moment, I leave my body.

This is because I can't get a job.

In spite of all of my sorrows, I think things will always come around to a better set of fates.

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TUESDAY JUNE 7TH, 2011 (The Minotaur of Lloret de Mar)

10:22 AM Oh my god, I’m sleeping a lot. C’mon, Jordan. We don’t want to sleep too much. You never know what the fuck’ll happen if we sleep too much. Let’s get a move on.

10:57 AM Well, I’m in. ..what the fuck, blue sky? There’s a blue sky here. I’m keeping my crowbar close.

11:06 AM This whole town looks completely normal. Blue sky, perfectly well-kept buildings, clean streets, lots of people around, normal people…

11:14 AM I swear I just heard someone whisper “el bufon blanco.” People are looking at me.Fuck. They’re all looking at me. I’m going down this alley.

11:16 AM I was expecting something like getting mugged or something. This is much worse. The sky is red again, the streets are scattered with puddles of blood, I hear cawing in every direction, gunshots and screams in various, and just.. oh my god. The buildings are torn apart. I think I just left a rabbit hole. I didn’t realize I was in one.

11:24 AM Graffiti on the walls. Everyone loves graffiti. A lot of it’s in Spanish. Well, there’s some English. “WHERE ARE YOUR SLCEMS NOW, PUTAS?” “HELL FROM THE SKIES” That sounds like a Pantera album. “COLD BOY” And that sounds like a Lady Gaga song. “CONVOCATION IS CAWS” ”Convocation.” The Thunderbirds are the Convocation, apparently. “WHAT DID DOCTOR CLOUD DISCOVER IN THE GENERA?” Well, that’s cryptic. “DRAW A STAIRWAY FOR MY GOD TO SPITE THE SOFA OF MY FAITH” ”^ UHH WHAT” “^THE WORDS OF DEGAN ALLEN.” ”^ WHEN DID HE SAY THAT, THAT SOUNDS RETARDED.” ”^ LOWEST POINT, NEWFAG.” ”^ YOU’RE THE NEWFAG; THE LINE IS ‘DAWN, I STILL WAIT FOR MY GOD DESPITE THE SELF-HELP OF MY FAITH,’ JACKASS.” Oh my god, “Draw a stairway for my God” is written all over by different handwritings below. These guys are dicks. “WHILE WE’RE ON THE TOPIC OF DEGAN ALLEN, SATCH BOOGIE ROCKS.” ”^ YEAH, BUT WHICH ONE IS PINK?” “EL BUFON BLANCO AQUI” Aqui. I don’t know what aqui means. “THE CHURCH IS SAFE” Ah! A lead! Okay, gotta find the church, then.

11:45 AM “Draw a stairway for my God” is written everywhere now, oh my god. That first guy must feel like a real idiot.

11:52 AM I have no idea where the church is. And there is a lot of blood around here. SHIT

12:00 PM I had to hide. It was a group of people with shotguns. I heard some of them mention me— that is, “el bufon blanco.” I also heard one mention “el rio,” and “el iglesia.” Now, those happen to be words I actually know. “El iglesia’s”… okay, it’s either ice cream, England, or a church. But I’m pretty sure those people would be talking about a church, so I think it’s probably that. “El rio,” when not talking about the town or Duran Duran, is.. uh… either a casino or a river. I think. So I just have to look for a casino or a river, and I’ll.. probably.. figure it out.

12:14 PM Holy goddamn Hoover Dam. That’s a river, alright. There’s a river of blood here. I’m guessing this river used to be a street. A big street. I see strip clubs down there. I’m not supposed to cross this river, am I?

12:22 PM Graffiti outside this pizza shop. “CHURCH ON THE OTHER SIDE OF RIVER” Me and my big mouth. …“DRAW A STAIRWAY FOR MY GOD.”

12:23 PM Alright. How the hell am I gonna cross this river? ..how deep is it? ew Huh, I can just wade across. So I’ll do that.

12:25 PM Oh my god I hate thisrrrffff OH GOD GO FASTER GO FASTER THERE’S A FUCKING …I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS BUT WHATEVER IT IS, IT’S FAR DOWN THE RIVER AND COMING THIS WAY THIS IS A BIG RIVER

12:27 PM Oh my god that’s a Minotaur. There’s a fucking Minotaur coming after me. Run, legs. Run.

12:28 PM DUDE OH GOD Made it. …IT’S STILL AFTER ME, RUN

12:29 PM I’M LOST IN THE WRONG SIDE OF THE RIVER THE BUILDINGS ARE A MAZE OH GOD HELP

12:30 PM blue sky I didn’t even enter an alley. I’m just back in a rabbit hole. ..people everywhere looking at me fuuuuuck. And my pants are soaked in blood at the bottom. And I’m carrying a crowbar. I look extremely suspicious.

12:32 PM Yeaaaah, I’m just gonna walk into this building here, stop looking at me.

12:33 PM RED SKY, I’ve never been so happy to see you. Oh hey, graffiti. “CHURCH THIS WAY” “ALSO WATCH OUT FOR THE MINOTAUR" Oh hey, thanks.

12:35 PM ..I can hear the Minotaur trotting nearby. “CHURCH ->” Okay, I think I should be able to make it if it stays this easy. It’s just Jordan in the Minotaur’s Maze. With a crowbar.

12:37 PM And okay, I just.. what. There are several different alleys and footpaths to go down, and no sign to let me know where to go. ..I hear the Minotaur coming. I need to make a decision.

12:38 PM This was a rabbit hole. Fuck that, going back. OH HELLO MINOTAUR I WAS JUST, UH… GOING INTO THIS RABBIT HOLE! Okay, so much for that. It looks like it’s Jordan in the Minotaur’s Rabbit Hole Maze. With a crowbar.

12:39 PM Let’s fucking do this, into this building. Great, more paths. Let’s take a left. Rabbit hole, four directions. Let’s go forward. Still rabbit hole. Five directions. Uh.. right.

12:40 PM Lloret, three directions. Left. Still Lloret, oh my god. Seven directions, and I can hear trotting coming from somewhere, but the echo in this place… I can’t figure it out. Forward-right.

12:41 PM I’m at the seaside. No churches here, but I see some strings on the beach. Not approaching ‘em, no way. There’s gotta be at least a couple dozen paths back into town from here, so which one will I pick? ..this one. Rabbit hole! ..four choices. Left, forward, up or down. Let’s go down, deeper into the rabbit hole.

12:42 PM ..this is a forest. Trees surround me; I can go anywhere from here. I hear some rustling from the right, so fuck that shit, let’s go left. Forward. Forward-right. Forward. Left. …random wall. Back. c,old whoa hi, uh.. it’s the little kid. From Berga. The kid doesn’t know how to get back; I asked him. I also asked if he wanted to come along with me, as I do intend on finding my way out. He didn’t answer. He just started reciting “Old King Cole.” I don’t like “Old King Cole.” I grew up listening to Genesis’ “The Musical Box,” which had an excerpt from it before cutting back to the main song, and I’m still so used to that. The real version of the nursery rhyme just sounds off to me as a result.

12:46 PM The kid’s following me. He looks cold. But it’s pretty warm here.. wherever we are. I asked him where we are. He said “Xanadu.” o_o Like the Rush song? He wants to get out of here. I told him I did too.

12:47 PM I just took four rights. But I’m in a different place.

12:50 PM Oh my goodness, there’s a ladder. ..the kid’s gone. Fuck it, I’m going up this ladder.

12:52 PM I’m back in the Minotaur’s Maze. I hear stomping very nearby. Left, right, or forwards? ..forwards.

12:53 PM BACKWARDS BACKWARDS BACKWARDS RIGHT NOW LEFT FORWARD RIGHT FORWARD FORWARD FORWARD UP THIS FUCKING STAIRCASE OH GOD DEAD-END. Minotaur Minotaur Minotaaauurrr. …bring it on.

12:54 PM Got him in the eye, now I’m running again oh god! Right! Forward! Left! Right! Left! Forward! Forward! Leeeeeft I hear him Left Right Forward forward left forward Right forward right backward left forward Up this staircase ForwHIDE

12:57 PM There’s a woman on a motorbike. She’s driving by, I’m hiding. ..Minotaur just got fucking shot in the face. Oh my god, the Minotaur’s dead. The lady on the bike is telling me I can come out now. Says to call her “I-330.”

1:04 PM I-330 told me I should turn back now. She said the church is just up ahead, but they’re not gonna let me in. In fact, I’m gonna get shot on sight. Because I’m el bufon blanco, the White Jester. Fucking “Jester;” “bufon’s” a false cognate. I asked why the White Jester’s a bad thing. She said I’m a terrorist and a murderer. I’m “the worst of the Harlequin’s pets,” because I’m after very high figures in the resistance. I tried to explain that I don’t have a choice, and she said I do; I can choose to fight back. She didn’t let me reply. “Just.. watch out. I’d turn back if I were you, White Jester.” Right before she drove off, I asked if she knew what Rapture was. She looked at me. She looked past me. She said “Yes.” I asked what, and she just said “It’s coming. That’s all you need to know.” Then she drove off. So I’m the White Jester. The resistance hates me, wants me dead. Maybe I really shouldn’t go to the church. …but then again, maybe I should. If they won’t let me in, I’ll look elsewhere for Rimara.

1:08 PM Oh my god, that’s a huge church. The towers are colourful. Or maybe that’s just blood. ..I’m gonna knock on the door and ask to be let in. It didn’t work for Solid Snake, but it might work for me.

1:09 PM Maybe nobody’s home HI HI

1:10 PM I asked to be let in, they asked who I am. I asked who they thought. He said “George Jetson.” What a card. So I just said my name. They’re thinking it over now. ..they’re letting me in. This’ll be the first time in my entire life that I’ve set foot in a church.

1:12 PM THEY ALL PULLED PITCHFORKS ON ME Crowbar’s ready.

1:58 PM Hello, Gregori Rimara. I’m raising my crowbFUCKER WHERE ARE YOU GOING FUCK He’s going out to the streets, the maze of streets. WAIT, I NEED TO KILL YOU!

2:03 PM I must have killed, like, a whole squad of rebels, but I can’t catch up to Gregori. ..I-330’s motorbike. Seriously? This isn’t a trap or something? …awesome.

2:11 PM GOT HIM, oh my god. I spotted him, stuck my crowbar out, and I got him. Okay, uh… huh. He’s dead, alright. Yeah, you can’t get much deader than that. Blunt object at high speeds to the head. Yeah. I’m getting the fuck out of this crazy town and putting this entire adventure out of my head. o_e

2:29 PM Motorbikes can go through rabbit holes, whoo. Fuck this maze shit; I’m looking for an expressway or something.

2:30 PM There’s a big sign here that says “Expressway.” …huh.

2:33 PM WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CAN FEEL THE WIIIND BLOWING THROUGH MY ATTRACTIVE YOUNG BLONDE HAIR. ;D Actually, I can’t. Speed limit’s 10 miles an hour. …ah, what the fuck. There’s nobody around.

2:34 PM I FEEL YOUNG AGAIN :DDDDDD

2:59 PM If you were to ask me where the hell I am now, I wouldn’t be able to answer you. There are some cats wandering around. Normal cats. And there’s a green bus right there. Double-decker. Just sittin’ there, too. This looks like a baaad neighbourhood. The houses look like giant watermelons, but on fire. And there’s a guy over there who’s got two heads. I’m looking for an exit to this rabbit hole.

3:01 PM Mister Two-Head over there’s eating a pumpkin. I keep going past this street but then I just end up driving right back into it. It’s like an endless loop of this neighbourhood. I think I’m gonna look around.

3:03 PM Mister Two-Head’s name is Ryan. Ryan Tuhed, actually. Huh.

3:04 PM Checking out the watermelon house here. That’s on fire.

3:05 PM Holy shit. Journal, do you remember that one room, back on the first day of this Rapture shit? And there was a room with a TV and a chess table? Kinda? Yeah, well… it’s giant now. Like, I’m the size of a cockroach or something. And also, I’m in it. In case that wasn’t obvious.

3:10 PM It took me five minutes to walk from one end of the room to the other. Where the hell am I supposed to go? ..there’s a giant air vent there.

3:18 PM Finally reached it, and I’m in now. Not sure where I’m going. Holy fuck I’m in a spaceship. There’s that Sun of Nothing again, the giant eye. It’s watching me. I’m buying some curtains.

3:30 PM I’ve looked all over this little spaceship, and I can’t seem to find any clue as to where I’m supposed to go. I mean, there’s one locked door, but I doubt the exit’s in there. Then again, I’ve been wrong before.

3:35 PM Okay, how am I gonna open this goddamn door. ..oh my god duh, crowbar, hello. I’m stupid. Kay, here goes.

3:36 PM It’s pretty dark in there. LET’S DO IT. I can’t see shit Took a right. Still not sure where I am. FFU Nearly fell down something. I’m now crossing a bridge. I think. Kay, uh.. just hugging the walls now, where do I go. …I heard a growl. I’m running. found a crawlspace oh my god hurry

3:39 PM LIGHT. Oh. What. Wait. I think it’s a Metallica concert. What the hell, let’s watch.

3:42 PM “Fuel.” waitwaitwait GIMME FUE GIMME FAI GIMME DABAJABAZAH! ..the whole crowd is booing, the entire crowd is booing. They’re chanting “Frayed Ends of Sanity.” Over and over. All together.

3:43 PM Holy shit, Metallica’s actually playing it. I gotta admit, the crowd has good taste. I love this song, nice and proggy when it gets going.

3:50 PM “And Justice For All,” they’re chanting. And so the band plays it.

4:00 PM “One.” They play it.

4:18 PM “Blackened.” They play it.

4:24 PM “To Live is to Die.” Sheesh, why not just ask to play the whole Justice album, guys? It’d be easier.

4:35 PM “Dyer’s Eve.” And so they play it.

4:40 PM Then they go back to “Frayed Ends of Sanity.” o_o I’m getting out of here.

4:42 PM Holy shit, Neil Peart is out here. I’m so talking to him.

4:50 PM Neil says this is called the Camper Festival. All day, every day. The crowd forces bands to go up and play their most progressive pieces. Neil says, if they ask for “2112” again, he’s gonna punch a guy in the face. I asked if he knows the way out. He does, though he can’t take it, himself. Not until Rush has played. It’s out that door right there. Finally, I asked him if he knows what the hell Rapture is. He stared at me like I was crazy. Then he said “It’s coming.” Going now.

4:52 PM On my way out, I saw Peter freaking Gabriel. Of Genesis fame. He told me, first, that “Rapture is coming” (like I didn’t already know), and that Phil’s gone missing. Phil Collins, that is. ..now I’m going!

4:55 PM This is reality, oh my god finally. Red sky. I seem to be far from Lloret. Good. I’m fucking starving.

4:58 PM ..seriously, a gas station? Where there’s a gas station, there’s food!

5:50 PM Man, I was hungry. I also decided to look at the list of people to convert. I’ve converted everyone Mistress told me to. There were only three. So what do I do now? Do I just head back? I mean, I suppose. I imagine getting back will be the fun part. I’m gonna walk along this road until I find a house.

6:42 PM Found one. I’m gonna rest up long tonight. I have a long journey home ahead of me, and I plan on looking for as many rabbit holes as I can find to make the journey quicker. So for now, I’m sleeping. Night-night, journal. We’ll be seeing Donnie soon enough. :3

(Attached: “Cringing as I am at Jordan’s behaviour through these logs, I feel it necessary to insert an anecdote of a.. relatively older Jordan, as told from an outside perspective, to perhaps colour the reading experience in a different way. The following took place, I believe, when the two of us went our way through Europe for some errand or two. Jordan and I, being old friends by this point, spent our journey catching up on old times and old humour. On many occasions, he would point at some sight and try to find something witty to say about it, much like he appears to do in his solitary scribblings. Now, a lot of the things he pointed out were such things as blown-up schools, flooded streets, amputee strangers limping along their empty shell of an everyday life, shriveled up and soggy Gingerbread Men lying in gutters and coughing up sprinkles, and landscapes soaked with dried-up blood, so his wit didn’t always work. But I’m not here to critique his jokes; I’m here to suggest a point about a companion. There was one instance in particular that still sticks to my memory: He saw a spidercat that had had four of its legs torn off, its mandibles mangled, and its extra eyes poked out, and he pointed at it and said, --- Look, it’s a cat. I shifted my eyes and said I didn’t really want to look at it. So he tilted his head and asked why not. -- There’s enough suffering, I replied, folding my arms. He looked at the poor spidercat again, curled up under a wooden table in a house’s front yard and trying to sleep and forget, and then he looked back at me, frowning. --- I didn’t mean… -- Forget about it, it’s fine, let’s just keep moving. Where are we now, Poland? He nodded and followed me down the street. I asked how much further it was to.. whatever our destination was at the time. --- A few hundred miles? I dunno, we can ask EAT when we find her. -- Where did it go, anyway? --- Didn’t say. He squeaked a little, then cleared his throat. --- I don’t know. It usually tells me. I slowed down to let him catch up and put my hand on his back. He looked at me and forced a smile. As we walked, he asked me about time travel, how that went. I told him it works, it’s just a little more limited than I’d expected. --- Doesn’t this mean that you could just.. leave this all behind? You could go back to the way things were, the way the world used to be. -- I guess. I’ve only done it once, and it didn’t last long enough, maybe there are adverse effects if I stay for too long. Or… I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. Been caught up in trying to help the world as it is now, y’know? --- That makes sense. Then we walked in silence.”)

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#ogtrib #oh god the rapture is burning #ogtrib act 1

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katsushika-division · 2 years ago

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ARB Birthday Special: Rintaro Himura

~~ July 16th ~~

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

“Eh? What the hell are you here for? My…birthday? …Fuck it is today, isn't it?”

“To be honest, I don't care much about celebrating my birthday, but I guess thanks for reminding me.”

Voice Lines:

“I can't believe I forgot my birthday. *sighs* Whoop de fucking do. It's just another day. I don't see what the big deal is.”

“Let's see what people sent me today for my birthday. Death threats from people whose loved ones were my victims? Check. Fucked up love letters from rabid fangirls saying they want my children? Check. Honestly, I prefer the death threats over the love letters.”

“God, when was the last time I had a decent birthday anyway? I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it was at least before my bitch of an egg donor ran out.”

“No wait. The first birthday I had after Akari was born that…was pretty special. Akari was a couple of months old by then, and she was already trying to say more than that "goo goo gaga" shit. I guess she was just waiting for the right moment because on my birthday she said her first word. Rin-nii. I remember feeling so proud back then.”

“Eh? What the hell do you want, Old Man? Damn getting soft, aren't we? Well, aren't I fucking special? *smirks* Made it my mission to personally annoy you till the day you die, Old Man. Alright, alright, thanks for getting me something then.”

“Damn Old Man, this is actually pretty useful. God knows how many times I've crushed them. Eh? You’ve been smoking these motherfuckers for how long? So you can't tell me shit about smoking. Alright, you got yourself a deal, Old Man. A mistake I'm sure multiple fuckers regret. *pauses* Also…Akihisa…thanks for everything.”

“Goddamn it, Touya, it's just my birthday. You don't have to make a big deal out of it. Fuck…alright Touya, we can celebrate it. Just stop staring at me like that, you little shit. Do I even wanna know what you got me, Touya? *sighs* Alright, let me see it then. I swear if it's a knife from your collection.”

“Oh shit, this is actually really nice. At least it's something that actually suits my style. *sees pricetag* Uhh…Touya? How the hell did you afford this? *blinks* Oh gross! I did not need to know that you fucking sex fiend.”

“There you are, Akari. I haven't seen you at all today. Don’t tell me you’re trying to avoid your big brother. *pauses* Akari just…just having you back is the best gift I've ever received. Well, I'm kinda curious now. What did you get me?”

“This is a cool figure you got me Akari. *jumps* Oh fuck it just moved and…it's flying around now. *whistles* Holy shit you built this Akari? Wow…I'm stunned. I've never seen anything like it. Ouch! Motherfuck just shot fire at me?!? Huh? Well, that'll come in handy. Shit, I was never good with names but…how about Astaroth? He does, doesn't he? Well then let's get along Astaroth.”

Akihisa Lines:

“Rintaro, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you something considering it's your birthday. *snorts* Hardly, but I suppose I'll make an exception just for you today. Have I ever told you how much of a little shit you are? You know you could be grateful that I even got you something, Brat.”

“I know how much you hate it when your cigarettes get crushed so I got you this case for them. Perhaps one day you’ll reach a point where you give up smoking those cancer sticks. I’ve been smoking longer than you've been alive, but I’ll make you a deal. You cut back on smoking, and I’ll do the same. Don’t want you dying too early. *sighs fondly* Seems like it was yesterday you were forced into my prison cell. *ruffles hair* Don't mention it, Rintaro.”

Touya Lines:

“Rin-chan~! Happy Birthday! Nuh-uh, birthdays are really special. That's what all those movies say. It's also your first birthday since we got out of prison. So we have to celebrate it! *pulls out puppy eyes* Yeah! I have so many things for us to do today. It's gonna be so much fun! Ah! I got you a present too! *giggles* Here!”

“I saw the jacket in the window of a store one day and thought it would be perfect for you. Hm? Oh, I just told the store owner I would [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] if he gave me a discount on the jacket. What? You asked!”

Bonus! Akari Lines:

“Rin-nii Happy Birthday. *nods* Ah, yes, that. It's your birthday and the first one we've been able to celebrate together in a long time. So I wanted to make sure your gift was perfect. You deserve something besides that Rin-nii. So here. I hope you like it.”

“Not quite Rin-nii. Watch this. Activate. *giggles* It's your very own dragonbot. It's just something I've been working on for a while. I was just waiting for the right moment to give it to you, and what's more perfect than today? Of course! Just in case you don't have your lighter in you. Oh, also, he doesn't like being called it. He's got feelings too, ya know? Now you just gotta name him! *smiles* He likes it! Promise you'll take good care of him, Rin-nii.”

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #rintaro himura #akihisa mashiro #touya kisaragi #akari himura #happy birthday rintaro 2023 #alternative rap battle #arb

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melefim · 1 year ago

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Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 6- The Case of the Creeping Forest

Episode Overview:

32 total, 8 different words said by 7 characters.

Edwin: 1 Bloody

Charles: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 2 Bugger

Crystal: 4 Fuck, 2 Shit, 1 Ass, 2 Hell, 3 God

Jenny: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit

David: 5 Fuck

Esther: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 3 God

Cat King: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 God

Curses Per Character:

Edwin: 1

Charles: 4

Crystal: 12

Jenny: 2

David: 5

Esther: 5

Cat King: 3

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 13

Shit: 4

Ass: 1

Damn: 2

Hell: 2

Bloody: 1

God: 7

Bugger: 2

Lines:

Crystal: What the hell? I have to pay my rent. I can't be a homeless person with a heart-shaped gem.

Crystal: I want to keep this demon the fuck out.

Crystal: God, I just want to be normal.

Esther: Oh, God, well without her precious little dead boys she'll be snake food in no time.

Esther: God! You're not going gaga for the uptight boy?

Crystal: God, I feel totally useless.

Charles: I mean, Monty's our mate and all, but Gladys could have buggered off.

Crystal: So no, I didn't read the stupid tree! … Shit.

Jenny: Just like whatever the fuck I am doing is none of yours.

Crystal: It's like he's fucking haunting me.

Crystal: What the hell just happened?

Charles: Nasty Bugger. Any ghost it eats is completely obliterated.

David: Oh no, I'm so fucking scared.

Charles: Don't listen to him Crystal, it's just some sort of a mindfuck, innit?

David: Why the fuck do you smell so weak? What the fuck did you do?

Crystal: I gave up my powers, OK? I got you out of my fucking head. You can't get in anymore, asshole.

David: Now, she's just another fucking terrified lump of human flesh.

Crystal: I am nothing special, So why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?

David: Did you really think that you could beat me with a fucking cricket bat?

Charles: He's wrong you know? You're still pretty damn special.

Crystal: OK, enough uh, emotional bullshit.

Cat King: Oh God, the handsome face, the little kiss, bullshit astrology- he’s luring you into a trap!

Edwin: Even if that were true, you're a bloody crow!

Cat King: Do you hear me? I will stop fucking playing nice!

Esther: I mean, this is why we had a plan, Monty, so I wouldn't be the one traipsing through the goddamn woods!

Esther: God, I love final moments.

Esther: Teeth Face, what the fuck?

Crystal: Oh my God, are you guys OK?

Jenny: No, stop that bullshit right now.

Notes:

Previously on Dead Boy Detectives…

Shown in this episode’s recap but not counted above:

Niko: Oh my god. (Episode 5)

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives swearing #dbda swearing #dead boy detective agency #dbda #the case of the creeping forest #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #jenny the butcher #jenny green #esther finch #cat king #david the demon #swearing by episode #compiled by me #Dbdshow

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voidreplacement · 2 months ago

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cw: vent

i hate having a crush and i hate guys in general, cuz wdym this person can control my mood??? if they don’t text me, or i don’t see their name pop up on my screen i get disappointed and upset??? wdym i can’t hear that name anymore or any similar variations of it??? wdym i cant listen to lady gaga anymore without risking thinking about that one damn photo??? wdym you look that good and i can’t do anything about it??? wdym you haven’t texted me as much as you used to??? was it smth i did??? is life just getting in the way??? are you okay??? am i okay??? why am i the ugly friend??? why can my bsf (no hate to her) pull any guy she wants while i cant pull the one guy i want??? wdym she doesn’t talk to guys yet they fall at her feet but no guy spares me a single glance???? i know im jealous but goddamn it is NOT helping my self esteem and my confidence when the one guy i’ve been crushing on for the last 9 months won’t even look at me or text me back

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qnewsau · 5 months ago

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We asked Naarm's fave DJs for their go-to Pride anthems

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/we-asked-naarms-fav-djs-what-pride-anthem-makes-the-dancefloor-shine/

We asked Naarm's fave DJs for their go-to Pride anthems

Ahead of Victoria’s Pride this Sunday, we ran around asking local legendary DJs what pride anthems make their dance floors shine.

Midsumma Festival rounds out with Melbourne’s best free summer street party this Sunday – Victoria’s Pride.

Transforming Fitzroys iconic Gertrude and Smith Street precinct into one massive pride party from noon till late.

The grand finale of the three-week art and culture festival brings iconic artists to its stages, including Bec Sandridge, Leroy MacQueen and Thndo.

But we know what really hits your heart and soul throughout the day and night parties, and that’s the beats by the DJs.

They lift us bringing us together, whether in a bar, on a dancefloor or in the streets.

So we decided to ask them about their go-to pride tune that makes their dance floors shine with queer joy.

In news that may shock you, Kylie did very well.

But I must confess, I didn’t think asking this simple question would be such a difficult question for DJs to answer.

What is your go-to pride banger?

“I can’t possibly answer with just one, because every room is different (also, how very dare you!).” Sugar Plump Fairy who hosts Bruno said,

“Ultimately it’s whatever lights up the dancefloor and has people surrendering to the moment,

“Surrounded by friends, strangers and, if you’re lucky, someone sending a furtive glance your way.

“Whoops, whistles, hugs, tears – the whole lot.

“A Deeper Love by Aretha Franklin is easily the first that comes to mind, but I’m gonna go with one populist choice,

“A personal favourite and a dark horse that’s worth discovering.

“Kylie’s All the Lovers because it’s just so goddamn euphoric, to the point it once made me a bit teary watching the dancefloor erupt.

“Standing in the Way of Control by Gossip because of the timely message and because of queer icon Beth Ditto.

“Hope. Happiness by Luke Solomon (feat. Amy Douglas & Queen Rose) because it’s the other unifying message we need – Freedoms ain’t free!

“Look Ma! No Village Persons!”

“Oooh that is a tough question!” DJ Gay Dad said when asked,

“I don’t think I could ever play a set without some version of Murder On The Dancefloor by Sophie Ellis-Bextor.

“I’m soon getting one of the lyrics tattooed on my body, it’s just a magic brilliant timeless song.”

DJ Cliterally didn’t hold back when naming as many artists as they could.

“Britney, Mariah, Gaga, Katy, Whitney, Madonna, Cher, Kylie how can you choose?”

“Though Mr. G – Naughty Girl is an absolute banger.

“But when it comes to pride you can’t go past When Lover Takes Over by David Guetta & Kelly Rowland.

“For pride events by default, it’s always going to be at least 3-4 KYLIE songs,” Miss Katalyna told us,

“Better the Devil You Know, Shocked, One Me Time.

Plus Edge of Saturday Night by The Blessed Madonna and Kylie. People seem to really dig that track.

“I think it’s the beat because it’s an 80s-inspired beat with a house vibe and a heavy bass line.

“When I first played that track in Brisbane for FEM FALE as part of the Melt Festival the bar folks came out to the dance floor.

“But my personal favourite is Must Be Love by Tseba feat Electric Fields,

“That song just makes you feel all kinds of good things, powerful, happy, love and joyful.”

“Each year I relish dropping Aretha’s ‘(Pride) A Deeper Love’,” Gavin Campbell told us,

“Which may be an obvious choice, but it is gold on an ecstatic Pride dance floor!”

For TANZER, whose pride playlist video you can check out below, the answer was easy.

“Better The Devil You Know by Kylie Minogue”

“It is a bittersweet lyric dipped in pure sugary gay ecstasy.”

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Ready for Victoria’s Pride?

This Sunday come together with the community for the 4th edition of Victoria’s Pride Street Party.

A celebration of progress, love, and diversity!

“In just four years, Victoria’s Pride has established itself as a solid landmark in our queer arts and cultural landscape”

“And is the perfect closing event forthe Queermusic Midsumma Festival.” CEO Karen Bryant said,

“Through our ongoing partnership with the Victorian Government, this statewide celebration brings together communities,

“Supports the economy through local businesses, and showcases the strength and creativity of Victoria’s LGBTQIA+ artists.

“This year’s incredible lineup highlights our theme of Collective Identities—a vibrant and joyful reflection of diversity, pride, and unity.”

The day is filled with LGBTQIA+ art, live music, performances, community and culture, with stalls showcasing local treasures.

Open to all – families, friends, and allies – there’s something for everyone, from morning to night.

Close off your Midsumma Festival season with this vibrant party and take over the streets with the community!

Check out the full Victoria Pride schedule of the stages, stalls and street party here.

Source: midsumma.org.au

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