#he’s giving slight David Bowie?

[ritzy-biscuit]

This was supposed to be a sketch to help me sleep, but then I colored it and now I’m awake. 🙃

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Roommate AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 22, word count 938

CW - Pandora jokes about Remus getting murdered and dismembered.

Moving countries was scary. Moving to the capital city seemed scarier. Remus left his childhood home in the Welsh countryside and clambered onto the bus that would take him to London. 

He’d wanted to move for years but had always been too scared. His parents had instilled in him how dangerous it would be for him not to know anyone for hundreds of miles.

One morning, while he was munching on his cornflakes, he noticed an ad in his father’s newspaper. 

‘Roommate Wanted!

All bills are paid. Just pay for your own food. 

Sexy, well-bred male looking for a friend/companion to share a house in a highly sought-after area of London.

Please use the number below to apply. Please, serious enquiries only. No, this is not a joke.

P.S. Must love Bowie, or we’re not going to get along.’

Remus quickly put his breakfast things away and, grabbing his phone, fled outside, typing the number into his phone as he went. 

He settled under his favourite tree and pressed call.

“Hello,” A husky voice answered. 

“Oi, hi. My name is Remus Lupin, and I—” He started to explain. 

“Look, mate. I don’t know what you’re selling, but calling me at this ungodly hour is unacceptable. Goodbye.”

“Wait- wait. I’m not selling anything. I’m phoning about your ad!” Remus hurriedly spoke before the man could hang up. 

“Oh, in that case. Hello, I’m Sirius.” Sirius suddenly sounded a lot more cheerful. “So why do you want to be my roommate?”

“Well, erm. I’ve always wanted to move to London, but I’ve been a bit worried about living there on my own.” He told Sirius, deciding the truth would be best. 

“Uhuh, uhuh. Anything else?” Sirius sounded a bit bored. Remus knew he was screwing this up.

“I’m clean and tidy and don’t make much noise. I have enough money saved to pay my way—” Sirius cut him off again. 

“All the bills are paid for. You only need to get yourself food.” Remus nodded even though Sirius couldn’t see him.

“Oh, right. I wasn’t sure if that bit was true. Erm, I don’t have a job yet, but I’ll start looking straight away.”

“Remus, I’m gonna stop you there. I don’t think we’re going to be a good fit. I can already tell you are the complete opposite of me. No offence, but you sound like you go to bed early and like nothing more than to sit by the fire drinking hot chocolate and reading a good book.” Sirius said honestly. He wasn’t wrong. What Sirius had just described was his usual evening routine. He had to think of something compelling to change Sirius’s mind. 

“I have every David Bowie vinyl.” He blurted out. 

“Really?” Sirius sounded excited now. 

“Yeah, yeah, and I don’t know how you feel about T. Rex, but I have all there’s as well, and Led Zeppelin and loads of others.” All he could hear was the slight buzzing from the phones as the line went silent. 

“Alright, Remus Lupin, you’ve twisted my leg. You’re the only person who’s called so far that I’ve actually managed to tolerate for more than ten seconds. So, let’s give it a go. When can you move in?” Remus sat there in shock. 

“Really? You want me?” 

“Sure, why not? The room’s all set up just need to bring some clothes and whatnot. I’ll text you the address, and you can let me know when you want to come. If you find it’s not for you, you can move out whenever you like. That sound okay?” Sirius spoke quickly, but Remus managed to make out all the words. 

“Sounds brilliant. I’ll make arrangements and then give you a date.”

“Grand. Oh, and Remus, I really hope it works out.” With that, Sirius hung up, and Remus was left reeling.

“Oh, you’re totally getting murdered.” Pandora, his best friend, snorted when he told her he was moving to London and what the ad had said. 

“No, I’m not. Sirius seems really nice.”

“Oh, sweet baby, you are so getting chopped into little bits and placed around London to look like a smiley face or something.” She’d clapped her hands together and jumped up and down on the spot. 

“Gee, thanks, Pan. Love the confidence there.” He rolled his eyes and pushed down the panic that her words could actually turn out to be very true. 

The bus was packed with holidayers, commuters and everything in between. Remus was glad of his noise-cancelling headphones and his favourite book. In a couple of hours, he’d be starting his new life. Everything he owned was in the compartment under the bus and was surprisingly little. 

London was busier than he had ever imagined, coming from a tiny village. The noise and smells were overpowering. He got the tube from Victoria next to the coach station and rode it up to Islington. 

He followed Sirius’s directions through a beautiful, tidy neighbourhood. Remus walked past a picturesque park and found the house. Number 12 Grimmauld Place loomed above him. It was far grander than he’d imagined. He walked up the front steps and used the heavy serpentine brass knocker. It thudded loudly against the wooden door. He heard scrabbling on the other side before a heavy lock clunked, and the door swung open to reveal the most beautiful man Remus had ever seen, flipping his long black hair out of his face.

“Remus?!” Sirius exclaimed joyfully. Oh boy, Remus was in trouble. He reached his hand out and shook Sirius’s before following him into the house, closing the heavy door behind him.  

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Horror Movies Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary: She shares a special passion for horror movies with her boss, Neil Lewis. But it doesn't end there, she also shares his secrets... or at least the ones he can keep himself. He's been keeping one from her but maybe a night of adventure will break the silence and scare them to their senses.

Warnings: Drinking, semi-public sex, boss/employee relationship, struggles with self-image, spying, invasion of privacy, slight disrespect for the dead, smut, moments of miscommunication and assumed consent, unprotected sex, oral, and some fluff.

word count: 3229k

Lady Grinning Soul- David Bowie 🎶

Freak- Lana Del Rey 🎵

Minors do not interact!

“What are you doing, Neil?” She whispered, not wanting to trespass. 

“Having a little adventure since our act of chivalry was all for naught.” He shrugged and smiled goofily. 

“You want to play golf?” She looked between the dark green and Neil’s face. 

“Nah, not golf.” 

She stared at him for a little while longer before ducking beneath the fence. He followed her and they started to cross the green, looking up at the star studded sky. 

“The stars are so pretty tonight.” She pointed up at the clusters of twinkling lights. 

“Wait until you see what I have to show you.” He smiled mischievously and took her wrist. He pulled her across the golf course and through the connecting gate. 

“Where are we now?” She looked around and noticed the distant groupings of headstones. “Are we in a cemetery?” 

“Bingo.” Neil laughed and let her wrist go, running ahead a little. The graveyard was cool and still, surrounded on all sides by tall shrubbery. They climbed the short hill up onto the main stretch of green, walking alongside the grave markers. 

“This feels like the beginning of a horror movie.” She recalled Neil’s previous statement from the morning and he laughed. 

“I like to come here at night. It’s so peaceful and I like to look at the people’s names. It helps put my life into perspective.” He led her to a small mausoleum beside a weeping willow and swiped his arm across his forehead. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He gestured around and she nodded. 

“It really is but… what does this have to do with the bra?” 

“Ah, well since you can’t use it and Nancy doesn’t want it back, I thought we could leave it as an offering… here.” 

“Who do you want to give it to?” 

“Someone who died the same day that one of us was born.” He stated as he had already begun looking. She helped him and they passed the lines of headstones, checking each name for their respective birth and death dates. They wandered through a few plots until they found a secluded embankment. There was an older headstone with Neil’s birthday listed as the person’s death date. 

“Here.” Neil pointed to the numbers on the stone and smiled up at her from the ground where he was crouched. She joined him on the ground and nodded. “Edgar Allen… that’s almost too weird. It must be a fake name. Edgar Allen? He just needs a ‘Poe.’” 

She trailed her fingers over his name and nodded. 

“So, how do we do this?”

“What, are you saying that you’ve never left an expensive bra at a dead person’s grave?” He joked and she almost laughed out loud when he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her with a smile. 

“You’ll wake the dead.” He whispered and she smiled against his hand, her eyes boring into his. She hoped that her eyes were telling him what she wanted or how happy she was to be with him, even if it was in a fucking cementary. He removed his hand slowly and cleared his throat. Sweat coating his forehead, trapping a few strands of his longer dark hair. 

“We, uh, let’s just drape it over the headstone.” He put the bra over the long rectangular top of the stone. 

“We should say a few words.” She offered and cleared her throat quietly, “May I?” She glanced over at him. Neil was staring at her, his lips parted partly. 

“Uh, er, yeah. Of course.” He sniffed and looked back at the headstone. 

“Mr. Allen, we leave you this offering in hopes that you will bestow upon us the grace of your guidance and experience. Inspire us to be brave and forward with our… desires,” she couldn’t think of a better word, “Help us imagine ways of living our lives to the fullest.” She added. When she glanced over, Neil was nodding almost absentmindedly. 

“Give us a little adventure in our lives, Edgar.” He clarified. 

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement and they waited in silence for a few minutes, taking in the serene peacefulness of the graveyard. 

“If this were a horror movie, we would be-” She broke the silence but the force of Neil’s body cut her off. He’d kissed her, his hands snaking behind her head and pulling her into an aggressive kiss. She pulled away breathlessly, he was panting too.

“What-” She started.

“I’m sorry, christ. I thought you were… sending me a signal.” He stumbled over his words. 

“You thought I was asking you to make a move on top of someone’s grave?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow and he chuckled, embarrassed. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I just… oh I don’t know.” He trailed off and stood, putting his hands back into his pocket and turning away from the grave. She followed him quickly. 

“What, Neil?” She stumbled after him, up the embankment. He spun around and held a hand against his head.

“I just… I thought that lately there was something different between us.” He looked away. 

“Neil…” she frowned and fought the anger in her voice, “you just fucked someone last night. I don’t know if I should believe anything that you’re saying right now.” She crossed her arms across her chest and looked up at the sky. 

“I, well we didn’t actually��� have sex.” He mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrow. 

“God, this is so fucking embarrassing,” he pulled down on his face and trilled his lips. 

“What, what is it?” He nearly smiled, finding him too funny to take seriously. 

“Well, she came into the store right before closing last night and put on this whole act about which movie to pick… kind of like the girl in the store today. I told her to pick Arsenic and Old Lace… yada yada yada, she ends up flirting and leaning over the counter, batting her eyelashes at me. I’ll admit that I succumbed to her but as soon as she got me on the couch, she started… eh slapping me and calling me a bad boy and look, I totally get kinks but it was a little too weird for me.” 

“So what happened?” She encouraged him to go on and he looked back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest. He sighed and looked at his feet. 

“We watched the movie and the whole time she wouldn’t stop talking, so she missed basically everything. And when the movie was over, she started kissing me and undressing herself. And when she got my pants down, I couldn’t get it up. So, that’s what happened.” 

She gasped and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry. It isn’t funny, Neil,” she apologized but he shook his head. “Whatever, go ahead and laugh. I don’t know how it happened but I just wasn’t attracted to her. I don’t need a girl who’s a film geek like me but I can’t stand people who just talk through a movie or pay absolutely no attention to what’s happening. There’s not point in putting it on if you’re not going to pay attention. And not to mention she looked-” He cut himself off and chucked. 

“What?” She waited for him to finish but he shook his head. 

“It’s silly.” He sniffed. 

“We’ve already gotten this far, you might as well tell me.” 

He cocked his head, staring at her face in the faded light of the crescent moon. He inhaled deeply and told her, point blank. 

“She looked like you,” he took another breath, “she looked like you but she was nothing like you. I realized that I was only humoring her because she looked like you and for some reason, my subconscious had tricked me into thinking she was you. And after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He watched her for her reaction and she exhaled shakily, not knowing how to respond. 

“What happened after that?” She asked quietly. 

“I told her that it wasn’t a good night and she packed up. In the heat of the moment, she must have forgotten her bra but look,” he took a step closer, “that doesn’t mean our relationship needs to change. It's not like I’m in love with you or obsessed, I just realized that the person that I was really attracted to this whole time has been you.” He looked down into her eyes. “I didn’t have time to explain it this morning and I knew how it looked so…” He shrugged, “I actually haven’t slept with anyone in weeks. Ever since you got the haircut actually, I guess I haven’t stopped thinking about you whether or not I was conscious of it.” 

“Jonathan asked me out.” Was all she could think to say and Neil chuckled lightly. 

“That’s a minor detail.”

“He’s one of your best friends.” 

“And because he’s one of my best friends, he’ll understand why I’m doing this.” 

“What if I don’t like you back?” She narrowed her eyes, wanting to stand her ground a little longer. He took one more step closer, their feet almost touching and he leaned over slightly, his breath brushing her forehead.

“Do you like me?” He asked softly. 

“I don’t know,” she lied. He brushed his lips against hers. 

“Do you want to find out?” He teased her and her breath caught, nearly choking her. She couldn’t speak from the nerves paralyzing her, so she just nodded. He rubbed his lips against her lips, not kissing her yet. She brushed her nose against the soft spot of skin below his nose and above his lip, standing on the balls of her feet. Her hands came up and stopped midair, unsure how or where to touch him. Turning his head slightly to the side he kissed her. His hands went from the top of her thighs to her waist and then up to her neck, which he held in place while he moved his head to kiss her. He stood still and reciprocated his slow kisses as best as she could. She put her hands on the outside of his and wrapped her fingers around each wrist. He sucked on her lip and she let her head fall back, giving him a better angle. She stumbled back a little and he caught her in his arms, his lips never skipping a beat as he sucked her and explored her. 

“Are we going to fuck in a graveyard?” She panted, pulling herself away from his hungry mouth. Neil smiled and looked around at the deserted cemetery, empty with the exception of the dead. He shrugged. 

“Do you think they’ll hold it against us? Haunt us for the rest of our lives?” She smiled.

“Are you kidding? They’re probably dying for a show.” He cracked himself up over his own pun and she rolled her eyes affectionately. She kissed him again before he could make another joke and pulled him into the alcove of a mausoleum. There was a stone casket beside the mausoleum and they stumbled over to it, wordlessly deciding to fuck against it. He pressed her back up against the cold stone which felt amazing in the humid summer air. He groped her breasts and she slid a hand down Neil’s chest below the waistband of his jeans. She reached her hand into his underwear and took a hold of his hard cock. She smiled against his lips. 

“It obviously wasn’t a problem this time, was it?” She teased and he groaned, looking up at the sky. 

“No, no, it wasn’t.” He laughed breathlessly as she rubbed her hand down his length, twisting her palm at the end. He went back to kissing her but broke off to whine and pant occasionally as she jerked him off. She pulled her hand back out and spat on it before returning it back into his pants. She fondled his balls and squeezed them, making him gasp against her lips. He reached a hand up her camisole and wrestled his hand beneath her bra. He was definitely a breast man. 

She removed her hand from his pants and pulled his pelvis against her by looping her fingers through his belt loops. With his free hand, Neil unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. She did the same for his jeans and turned around, sticking her butt against his hard crotch. 

“Fuck…” Neil looked at her ass and felt himself get even harder. He pulled her back against him by holding her shoulder. He kissed her bare neck and carded his hands through her cropped hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered and she sighed softly. At that moment, she felt infinitely beautiful, so beautiful that it would last a lifetime. He pulled down his pants slightly and glanced around before bending her over again. She pulled down her jeans and rubbed her underwear against him like before. She held her hands flat against the stone casket monument and opened her mouth, nearly moaning in anticipation of Neil’s cock inside her. He slowly rolled down her underwear, the hipster style that covered her butt. They were white, ironically. 

Exposing her ass, he moaned and reached around to her cunt and rubbed her clit. 

“God, fuck me already, Neil.” She pleaded and he nodded. 

“Are you wet enough? I don’t have a condom.” 

“I’m soaking wet, Neil. Don’t worry about the condom. It’s ok with me.” 

“Ok, ok.” He smiled and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over her folds. Then he did it again, smearing his spit on his own cock. She gasped loudly when he pushed his tip inside her. He grabbed her hips and tried to stop himself from rutting into her. 

“Fuck, go slow… you’re so big.” She whimpered and moaned as he slowly pushed further in. He gasped pitifully and resisted the urge to cum immediately like a schoolboy. 

“Jesus, you feel so good.” He panted and watched as his cock went further inside her. She clutched her uterus, trying to allow him to enter her. He whined as she did so and gave a few tiny thrusts. 

“Ah, ahh.” He moaned weakly and started to fuck her more regularly, feeling her walls begin to mold around him. “Oh fuck, its so good.” He pulled her hips against him with a harder thrust and she cried out softly, her hands sweating against the stone. As she became wetter, he slid in and out faster, hitting the bottom of her uterus each time. 

“Jesus, Neil!” She moaned and pushed herself against him, wanting him further inside. 

“I can’t go any farther, honey. You’re not big enough.” He whispered against her neck and continued to fuck her with the same primal sexuality as a dog in heat. She hummed to keep herself from screaming out. 

“Fuck yes, this is so good.” He praised her and went faster, his pale legs shaking with pleasure. He felt like he was losing his virginity all over again, needing to come already and they had just started. He pulled out and spun her around to kiss her, his hand holding her chin up to reciprocate his kiss. He switched places with him and pushed him onto the ground where he was sitting on the grass. She kicked off her jeans and underwear, still in her shoes and socks and straddled him. He whimpered as she lowered herself onto him and sat completely on him. She shifted her hips back and forth, wanting him to stay completely inside her. His back was against the stone. When she started to feel her orgasm approaching he started to move up and down, snapping on top of his cock in quick movements that made them both cry out.

“Mmmm, fuck…” Neil panted and looked up at her, studying how her head fell back and her neck arched out towards him. He looked down and watched how her cunt took him, so wet that precum dribbled down his cock onto his pubic hair. 

“Um, God, Neil, I’m gonna cum.” She panted and he smiled. 

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around her and turned her around again, laying her flat on her back on the grass and thrusted into her again. She gasped and clutched a handful of grass above her head. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and he sat on his knees, pulling her up to meet him. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding his pelvis against hers. The muscles in his butt clenched as he fucked her desperately. She covered her mouth and cried out in pleasure. She squirted but he continued to fuck her, chasing his own high. 

“I’m so close.” He panted and ran his hand down her chin. She looked so beautiful below him, mouth still slightly agape in a pleasurable ‘O’ shape. “Fuck! Oh my God.” He cried and pulled out quickly so that he wouldn’t cum inside her. She rolled over and sucked him off, allowing him to fuck her throat weakly as he finally spilled him cum down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked the tip as he pulled out, panting like he had just run a race. He collapsed beside her on the ground and laughed in disbelief. She laughed too, covering her face with her hands. 

“Fucking hell.” She laughed into her hands. “That was the best I ever had,” she admitted and he smiled proudly. 

“Honestly it was mine too, and my first time in a cemetery, I’ll admit.” 

“What, you’re saying to don’t fuck all your girlfriends here?” She teased and he shook his head, rolling it side to side on the ground. A pleasant silence settled between them as they caught their breath. She tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned girlfriends. Neil flopped his head to the side and watched her, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked. 

“Is that what you are now?” He asked.

“Am I what?”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He clarified with a small smirk. 

“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She laughed and looked away.

“No…” He rolled on top of her and kissed her all over her face, “this is my way of asking. Will… you… be… my… girlfriend?” He asked between feverish kisses. She giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, kissing him back. He slowed his kisses down and she pulled away with a happy sigh. 

“I guess so.” She said finally and he raised his shoulder to his ears, looking around in childish glee.

“Oh, come on!” She pushed him playfully away and stood. He helped her change back into her clothes and they fixed their clothing. She combed through Neil’s hair with her fingers and nodded her approval. Neil looked down at his watch and nodded. 

“The store opens in exactly seven hours, whatever will we do with our time?” He wrapped his arms around her, clamping her arms against her sides and kissing her neck. 

“I have an idea.” She smiled around his kisses.

“What?” 

“Take me home.” 

“What if you’re a serial killer?” He faked a sense of suspicion. 

“Then I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She teased and kissed him deeply, her index finger pressed against the hollow of his cheek.

[lionmythflower]

evan rosier headcanons under the cut

Twins w pandora

He has a chinchilla (its name is dusty, barty helped name it)

He's rlly good friends w remus

In a book club w lily, remus,dorcas and regulus

He's Canadian

So he kinda had a very slight American accent

Sleeps and listens to music on long car rides

Knows Canadian French

Asexual

either gay or bi

Poc

has a tattoo of "bcjr" on his neck or shoulder (barty has a matching one of "Rosie")

Would love MARINA and Florence + the Machines

Was probably more of an ABBA fan then a queen fan

lily got him into music like ABBA and Remus got him into music like David Bowie

Would also love Arctic Monkey

Would love makeup

Has those star eyeliner stamps and he absolutely rocks them

Bigender (stole this hc from someone can't remember who at that moment)

probally goes by he/they pronouns

Pandora and Evan steal each other's clothes sm that they don't know who's is who's at this point

So ppl are like " wasn't pandora wearing that the other day?" and evan will be like "idk maybe?" And vise versa

Would love Greek mythology

Has heterochromia and his eyes are blue and green so he's is looking at u like 🔵_🟢 (O_O) (pandora also has eyes like that)

"you have heterophobia in ur eyes" "...you mean heterochromia?" "no" (barty and evan)

i feel like he would be able to play like 3 instruments and would love love love music sm

Has so. Many. Ear. Piercings.

Lace and fishnet gloves

RINGS

Evan, pandora, Dorcas, regulus, and Barty all wear rings and they all js like share rings

Would love fairy tale retellings

100% read song of Achilles and sobbed

His parents are like really that mean js very strict and they don't really give him enough privacy and it's suffocating

Has sensory overloads sometimes and he will just cling to Barty or Pandora bc they both make him feel safe when it's too much

Also has panic attacks

Says things like "I wanna kms" and ppl think he's joking but he's really not

Baggy clothes

layers his clothes a lot

had like three sweatshirts/sweaters that he LOVES

eating disorder (idk which one but he definitely has one)

Constantly has a headache

Is actually rlly su!sidal but he's only told like 2 ppl (probably Pandora and reg or barty)

Either never gets sick or gets sick every month (depends on the year)

Doesn't like talking abt his problems

Will not ask for help unless he has basically given up

Is rlly smart

He's like everything smart but doesn't really care abt math or science

That one kid who's reading and not paying attention the entire class and then gets an A on every test

He's parents don't really care about grades but he does and he gets really stressed abt grades

Would 100% be that person that you wouldn't think would be a feminist and then someone makes a rude comment abt women and he would go off on them

Very pretty

Always cold. Always

Would have loved all the movies that Millie Bobby Brown is in (Enola Holmes, and Damsel mainly)

Would love ppl doing his nails (even though he's good at doing it himself)

doc martins

Would have converse and would draw on them

Has so many books (both barty and evan rant to each other abt the books they read)

Would have adhd but more of the not able to focus side

He's nail polish is almost always chipped bc they pick at it w/o even realizing he's doing it

would have so many bracelets

Hates silence but hates loud noise even more

Had earbuds in 24/7

"Look at the moon! :0" no matter what phase the moon is in (does the same thing w the sky)

Would get sooo happy when ever he was in a place where u can clearly see the stars at night bc "omg look, you can see the stars! Their so pretty!!!"

They're so energetic but also so laid back

Pretty much all or nothing for everything (emotions, activities, relationship etc.)

Really good at drawing

normally types in all lowercase so he doesn't come off as intimating

Evan and pandora probably made fun of the pure blood stereotypes so much

(I've made by point abt this hc a lot but I'mma say it again) : Evan and regulus arguing over the pronouncing of different French words bc Evan is Canadian French and Regulus is European French lol

He's an introvert you can't tell me otherwise

Was almost put into ravenclaw bc he was arguing w the sorting hat and it was like "ok valid points, ur probably a ravenclaw" and then Evan told the hat to go fuck itself and it put him in Slytherin 💀

Definition of a keyboard smash idk how to explain it

Would have loved Pinterest

wow this is really long. I'mma make one of these for Peter later :)

[strangelockd]

Within You

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

Summary: Your feeling gloomy and Sinister decides to surprise you with a gift.

Warnings: Heavy Fluff with a BIG splash of Smutty Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY

•Im back once again but this time with my favorite boy ❤️ This was inspired by a movie called The Labyrinth. Its based on this scene alone. The whole movie is just a gem to watch. If you like the song, check out my Sinister Playlist•

Looking out at the snowy sky, you realized just how much you missed the sun. You’ve always had a heart for the ancient arts along with a deep curiosity of obscure artifacts. Despite the look of what most people defined ‘normal’, its what drew you to Sinister Strange practically at first sight.

But what you loved most was the natural color of nature. The lush hues of flowers is what you missed the most. Sure Sinister did everything in his power to give you what you wanted in his world. Despite his abilities, there where limits to what he was even able to do. Never the less, he made it his mission to bring you joy. As far as you knew, he would turn the universe upside down just so he could see your smile.

Before you entered his life, there was nobody Sinister Strange would move the stars for. In his past he was a very cruel man who thought of only himself. So much so, that it cost him the greatest thing of all, his soul. But over time the both of you discovered that he can indeed be generous, and have the capacity for human kindness once again.

It started with him simply hovering wherever you were at. If you were in the study. So was he. Finding some excuse to be in the same proximity of yours, you could always bet that he would follow shortly after. At first you found it off putting, at first glance you assumed it was because he didn’t trust you. But you came to the realization that it was Sinisters way of saying I love you.

It didn’t take long after your professions for each other to blossom. In the course of a few months you went from strangers to lovers. It just felt so natural. Throughout your courtship you noticed Sinister had a passion for love letters. He would scatter them around in places he knew you would eventually find. In books, pillows, your desk. He even went as far as hiding them in your favorite music sheets. It truly warmed your heart to see him love once more.

Sinister’s healing from his grip on the Darkhold was far from easy. You both knew and accepted that. It still astounded you sometimes that he gave up his greatest treasure for you. Nobody has ever gone that far for you, not even you’re your past boyfriends.

Like a tender plant, things took its time to grow and settle. Everything you wanted he has done for you without a second thought. Taking a spot next to you, he gazed out the window and glanced over at you, his eyes drunk in yours leading him to pry.

“Why so glum my precious dove?”

Your eyes wandered to his while taking in a breath releasing a small sigh.

“You know I love you Stephen. But I miss my flowers back home,”you smiled, closing your eyes, “I know its silly. But it was something I took for granted back in my old universe.”

Sinister’s heart cracked, for he knew the feeling of longing for something that you couldn’t reach. That was always his curse, that is until you fell into his life. Little did you know that while you were keeping busy in the Sanctum, Sinister was staying up for weeks researching through ancient texts. He was determined to find a way for plants to stay alive without sunlight, and it was all for you.

After nights of practice, he finally had the perfect surprise. Taking your hand on the mantle cupping it softly, Sinister trailed his free arm around your waistline bringing you comfortably under his tall stature. His body heat felt so warm and relaxing.

“You precious thing. Your passions are never silly,” he cooed with a slight grin on his lips, “perhaps there may be something I can do”

Your eyes shifted from the window looking up at Sinister with mild exhaustion, “and whats that Stephen? You’ve already done so much for me”

Taking your hand Sinister guided you to a chair, with a look of curiosity it made him chuckle as he stepped back. Watching his hands move about in precise execution; purple indigo magic smoked around his scarred palms as you witnessed the most beautiful floral arrangement manifest before you. The bouquet consisted of plentiful red roses and babies breath. The accentuation of two large sunflowers in the center with a thick dark purple ribbon made your mouth drop in awe.

“Oh Stephen!” Taking the bouquet, you inhaled the familiar scent. Your eyes caught Stephen pacing, it was always something he did when he was in deep thought.

“Is something wrong?” you asked.

Trying to sum up his thoughts Sinister slowly paused facing you. Looking into your eyes he stepped forward slowly, “I don't always have the perfect words too say y/n, you know this to be true. All I know is this… I belong to you. I’m yours. However it is that you need me, know I'm here for you.”

Your stomach fluttered as you blurted out, “Well, there is another need you can take care of,” eyeing him with sudden lust.

Sinister furrowed a brow, his smile widened; he got the message. Who was he to say no to you. Wrapping his arms around you, Sinister kissed into your lips as you slowly melted together. Your tongues danced between shared groans as your fingers threaded through his hair tugging gently, causing him to hiss. The kiss was becoming more passionate as you couldn’t help but hitch your breath and tug harder, making Sinister groan into your neckline.

It took everything for him not to eat you alive right there. Oh how his cock ached against his stiffening trousers. But he wanted to savor you along with learning some form of self control. Even when he was sweet he always had his way of getting the hunger out in you regardless. Pulling away Sinister’s eyes widened as he smiled that wicked cheeky grin.

“Whats with the smile Stephen Strange?”

Gently taking the flowers as not to crush them, he set them on the nightstand. His hands returned to your face as he tilted your head up. Feeling his breath on your cheek he leaned into your ear, “There’s just so many things I want to do to you my pet,” biting your lobe gently he released a low growl that shot straight to your aching heat.

His grip grew tighter around your waistline as he pulled you in, determined to break all distance between. His lips brushed yours as you sunk into each other once more. But this time, Sinister wanted to go slower…more loving. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands slithered up your curves cupping your face. Tiny and precious, you released a moan as you kept on kissing. His hand’s returned to your waistline pulling you impossibly tighter against him as if he wanted to disappear inside of you. Pulling away to catch your breath, Sinister’s pupils were noticeably blown wider. For he could not wait any longer.

“Need you now,”he pleaded eagerly.

Shedding your clothes he laid you gently on the bed as you watched him crawl over you. His eyes glowed in the dim light as he made his way slowly up your body. Leaving no spot on your flesh untouched by his lips. Sinister’s goatee tickled your hips as he placed gentle kisses. He read your body like the blind read braille. Sinister continued to trail up your torso placing a single kiss on each breast, your nipples pebbled under his touch as you groaned in pleasure.

“Every part of you is beautiful. I love how you hum for me. My gorgeous dove,” he exclaimed.

There was something about the contact of human skin, the joining of two as one that he missed. Then again, there was something within you that he craved more than anyone else. Every touch you gave made him feel strength like anew. Like the ocean water washing over holes of sand. He cherished you with his whole being, his very soul. For you were the essence of his very existence. Life before you was a lonely complicated mess. As he looked into your longing eyes his hand trailed up to your face. Sinister strange knew those days were long gone.

Leaning down he kissed your body once more; his goatee tickled your already sensitive flesh as he buried his face in your chest once more. Kissing and savoring the taste of your skin he sucked on a nipple flicking it with ease making his groan. He trailed to the other side, treating it with equal care. Sighing softly you threaded your fingers through his silver streaks once more. Taking his hand he pumped his cock before trailing his eager vigor up and down your wet folds. He looked down with hooded eyes asking permission.

“Please take me Stephen.”

“But are you sure?” he asked.

Nodding, you looked deep into his eyes, “I’m not sad anymore Stephen. Yes I’m very sure. Now please take me.”

A large growl sounded from his throat as he pushed into you slowly. Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped the sheets as you gasped softly. Adjusting to his size; he was bigger then what you had before no doubt.

“Oh, y/n,” he groaned in your ear as he slowly bottomed out in you. Your nails dug into his back and your legs locked around his hips. You were tight around him. Ethereal. You took his face in your hand feeling the scruff of his beard, looking deep into his eyes allowing him time to adjust as well.

“You feel like heaven my angel,” he exclaimed as started to move his hips, thrusting at a steady pace. Holding onto his shoulders you rocked with him chasing your climax. All this time you knew Sinister loved things rough, and normally you would go along with it because of your equally active libido. But there was something different with this. It was only when you peered into his blue eyes; time stopped and it hit you.

He was making love to you.

“Stephen, this is am-amazing,” you said in between moans, “but right now, I want you to go faster.”

Sinister paused, and at first you thought you turned him off.

“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he uttered softly, looking into your eyes.

“Its okay, Stephen. I want this. I’m a big tough girl remember.”

Sinisters eyes sparkled with mischief. Before you could comprehend it his thrusts started to pick up speed. The sounds of your breathing were loud and fast as it filled up the room. The scent of sex lingered as you wiped a wet strand of hair off his face.

“So beautiful,” he cooed, “fuck your perfect.”

“Oh Stephen,” was the only words you could bring to say.

His praises kept flowing as he thrusted in and out with ease. His cock hitting the spot that made you feel so gloriously full. So much so that you shrieked.

“St-Stephen. I- I’m coming.” Your back arched as you groaned louder, feeling your breath heighten.

“Come love. That’s right. Come for me,” he whispered harshly.

Sinister’s words were your undoing as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. Milking every drop from him, it took all his strength to not collapse on top of you. Rolling over he manifested a warm towel. Taking time with aftercare was essential to him. Its been so long since Sinister cared for someone else.

“That was amazing Stephen,” feeling his hands trail the warm cloth over your legs, he followed it with kisses. His beard made you giggle as he sat the cloth down. Bringing a blanket up, you snuggled against his frame. Trailing circles on his chest you eyed the flowers on the nightstand. Your mind wandered as Sinister broke the silence. The statement practically coming from your head.

“Don’t worry, they will live forever my dove. I found a spell that preserves living plants.”

Reaching over, he brought the bouquet onto your lap. You couldn’t help but smile wide.

“I will cherish them forever Stephen. Thank you,” you said softly before leaning in to give him a kiss. “This means the world. But I’m curious, why did you pick sunflowers?”

Sinister let out a soft chuckle kissing you head. “Because you are my sunshine and my world. I know it hasn’t been easy adjusting to this place. But I promise to dedicate every waking moment to your happiness y/n.”

Your heart warmed at his words as you snuggled closer. Sinister Strange would always would be by your side no matter what.

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Starman / Sirius Black x Reader

genre : Sirius Black x FemReader, inspired by the song Starman by David Bowie (yeaaahhh)

summary : y/n is dancing in the Gryffindor Common Room under the loving gaze of a young wizard.

warnings : none just fluff

rate : none

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Hey la-la

Oh, oh, oh

Didn't know what time it was

The lights were low, oh, oh

I leaned back on my radio, oh, oh

Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll lotta soul, he said

The Gryffindor common room reeked of hormones, alcohol and illicit substances. The loud music seemed to shake the paintings whose inhabitants had all left the frames on the red walls of the brave ones of Hogwarts. Nothing more than just the music could be heard, even the words and laughter seemed to have faded away to simply give way to the fullness.

Then the loud sound did seem to fade

Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase

That weren't no DJ

That was hazy cosmic trace

In the ears of y/n, only the words of David Bowie were heard, she did not feel her legs which however continued to make her dance and jump since several hours. Raising her uncovered arms because she had long ago abandoned her gold and red sweater somewhere in the room, she stretched her fingers towards the sky letting herself be carried by the music on Marlene's arm. She was happy at that moment. It was as if time had stopped for one evening. War, fear, sadness. No, just the music and the feeling of euphoria that ran through her heart like a drug and filled her with energy.

There's a Starman waiting in the sky

He'd like to come and meet us

But he thinks he'd blow our minds

There's a Starman waiting in the sky

He's told us not to blow it

'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile

He told me

Let the children lose it

Let the children use it

Let all the children boogie

Sirius watched from the couch in front of the fireplace, Remus at his side, downing a beer as if it was a simple glass of water, Peter seemed to have fallen asleep in front of the cold embers and James had disappeared with, at his arm, Lily an hour ago or so. Sirius knew that some of the girls were trying to get his attention but he seemed to be somewhere else, hypnotized by the young woman dancing in the center of the room surrounded by other young witches and wizards. She was beautiful. But more than that, it was her soul that Sirius had fallen in love with.

I had to phone someone, so I picked on you

Hey, that's far out, so you heard him too!

Switch on the TV, we may pick him up on channel two

Look out your window, I can see his light

If we can sparkle, he may land tonight

Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright

This complicated yet beautiful soul, so concerned about the happiness and well-being of others. y/n had listened to him railing against his family and the injustice of war for hours without ever complaining and without hesitating to contradict him when she felt his judgment was biased. y/n guided him through his dark moments of doubt and sorrow, like a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean, y/n guided him to the right path.

There's a Starman waiting in the sky

He'd like to come and meet us

But he thinks he'd blow our minds

There's a Starman waiting in the sky

He's told us not to blow it

'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile

He told me

Let the children lose it

Let the children use it

Let all the children boogie

"Staring is rude." Remus was amused but his slight smirk indicated his good intentions.

Sirius smiled as he kept looking calmly at the woman he loved who was now wrapping her arms around her friend Marlene.

"No, I just know how to appreciate art the right way." His smirk did not disappear, in fact, it seemed to grow.

It didn't take long for y/n to notice the insistent look of the young man, turning her eyes towards him, she smiled tenderly before closing them and going back to her own little world, where only music reigned.

Starman waiting in the sky

He'd like to come and meet us

But he thinks he'd blow our minds

There's a Starman waiting in the sky

He's told us not to blow it

'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile

He told me

Let the children lose it

Let the children use it

Let all the children boogie

Sirius, leaned on the sofa, his chin on his arms, smiling with tenderness. He kept on admiring her, bouncing his head in rythm and singing quietly to himself the end of the song that, as y/n, was the only thing he could hear now. He loved her. So much.

« La, la, la,… »

i want friends obsessed with The Marauders to sing with me old songs right now please i’m begging

[livingponcho]

My bones and spirit

A Ben Clark fanfic

Ben always had a hunch that he was different than the boys in his class. Music made him feel things, he was shy, he never really had any interest in the idea of being a prince or a being the man, he enjoyed being called pretty, and enjoyed the thought of wearing makeup and dresses (not that he ever did that) When he was young he wanted to look pretty like his mom, to sing like the cool woman and man he listens to on the radio.

As he grew he started to think about it less and less, but still the idea of being a girl never really changed. The problem was that he knew he was a boy, he liked his voice that was soft and slightly deep. He liked being a boy, so maybe he was just slightly more open.

A lot Changed when he lost his voice, everything felt wrong. His face was wrong, he was filled with an anger and emptiness that made everything seem like nothing. He was lost, getting in fights almost every moment of living hoping that maybe he’d feel better. Was he even a man; his voice the soft and the slight deep of it, blue was no longer a thing that made him feel good or safe. The idea of being a man didn’t, at least not completely. Everything felt different, numb.

He had just recently started living with his cousin, Aiden. Sometimes his aunt would leave some her makeup at the house, when they were off on business trips. Gods did he want to be pretty, for someone to look at her and think he was a handsome man and a pretty girl. At the time she didn’t know why he was having thoughts like this. He was trying to be less aggressive, music helped; while looking for something new to add to his playlist she found a song. ‘Rebel rebel -David Bowie’ was not new by any means but it made Ben feel something. Ben saw himself in the song, to be honest she wasn’t sure if he was boy or if she was girl. There was very little that he actually knew, he knew that he fine with being a boy and that he never felt wrong about being a boy, she knew that she liked the idea of being pretty, and wearing makeup and dresses. So maybe he was just gender nonconforming.

It finally clicked when she was messaging Logan about not fitting into the stereotype of a man. They were talking about how it’s honestly stupid that they are expected to be outgoing and to not have emotions. As the conversation went on topics of makeup, clothing came up. Ben mentioned how men never talk about the want to be seen as a woman and to be a pretty girl. when Logan sent her:

Logan: buddy that not a common thing. That sounds like gender envy- (I think I’m using it right one of my club mates told me about it, with their transition and stars being something that gives them gender envy)

Ben: wait what?

Logan: do you commonly wish to be a girl or seen as one?

Ben: I mean yeah, but doesn’t everyone?

Logan: no

Logan: Are you trans? or nonbinary! I’m not the best educated on this but if you are that perfectly fine!!!

Ben: you don’t wish you were a girl?

Logan: nope

Logan: I’m here if you need me :))

Ben: I might need a moment.

Ben sat on his bed thinking, he thought all people just kinda wanted to be a little bit of both. He knew he was a boy. He never felt like he wasn’t a boy but, the more she looked backed she never really felt like she wasn’t a girl. She liked makeup, he liked music, and she liked drawing, and his friends. Was she a girl? Ben felt like he was a little bit of both, he was a boy but also a girl at the same time. In the moment a lot of things made sense but also she had so many questions and felt a little lost. Could she be both? She felt like he was. Turning back over he sees that Logan texted him a link, it was to a website on gender identity and expression. Maybe she didn’t need to know everything, he a was boy the same as she was a girl.

[nyxneon]

Here i come with my two random AND RAMBLY cents about some aspects of Rose's characterisation and style.

So, I read somewhere that he's a fan of Scandinavian metal, but I don't remember where, i think it was something Kubo said on his website... idk, i'm not sure. Or it's in the MASKED character book... i've ordered it online but I still haven't received it, so...i will check. It's probably that though.

BUT

Given his penchant for the frilly shirts and his...fashion style in general, I think it is very, very hard not to make a connection to the new romantics of the early 80s. Think of early Duran Duran, Spandau Ballet, Steve Strange, the so-called Blitz Kids... (there is even a sort of documentary on netflix if you're curious.) Also, late 70s Japan (the band)... (I have already said somewhere else that Rose's design gives me slight long-haired David Sylvian vibes...)

This of course ties nicely into the kind of shoujo aesthetic that he's got going on. Why? Because notably some of the most well-known "figureheads" of the new romantic movement share quite a lot with the typical features of the shoujo boys and men, and with a particular flavour of shoujo boys and men... if you get my meaning. (Not going to be more explicit than this because I want to keep a low profile... but...if you know, you know.)

That kind of languid dandy aesthetic... that kind of definitely not very "manly" vibe (which imho is the main reason why so many male bleach fans are super on board with bashing Rose every chance they get... but this is an issue for another time.)

And btw, I don't know what the Japanese original says, but the French translation of the 13 BLADEs book straight out calls him "a dandy", so... yeah. There’s that, too.

And...where does the dandy aesthetic brings us? To... Forbidden Colours. (Why am I bringing this up? Btw, it is mentioned a lot more eloquently in THIS meta by @littleeyesofpallas ) ok, this is a tenuous connection at best...but... David Sylvian (from the Japan band) wrote the song Forbidden Colours (1983) with Ryuichi Sakamoto, for the film Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence, which features an exploration of homosexual desire (and David Bowie, arguably the main inspiration behind the new romantic movement, is one of the protagonists btw).

So... where am I going with this? Idk, i'm just... listing stuff I find interesting.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

8, fourteen & castor?

Let's say that the whole coffee thing after the very emotional talk at the console didn't happen yet and this takes place during the Doctor's zoomies around the room, yes? :)

Warning: very mild spoilers for The Star Beast, part of my confusing au where Ten has several boyfriends that are electrical in some way (android, computer program, sentient plantoid that can control machinery...) now with Fourteen instead cause they deserve the hot David Bowie-esque Michael Sheen boyfriend.

On with the fic!

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"This is amazing!" The Doctor shouted, running down one of the ramps before spotting a doorway. "Donna! I'm gonna go check out something!"

"Fine, spaceman, but don't you dare get lost!" Donna shouted over the railing around the console. "We've got a grandad to see!"

The Doctor grinned, giving her two thumbs up, before running down the opened doorway and hallway. Everything was so clean and white, and yet not in a suffocating way, like a hospital or an Apple store. No, it reminded them of the old days, of blue recorders and canes, of technicolor dream coats and too-long scarves.

Of a nightclub owner-

When was the last time the TARDIS chose this for her desktop? Had it been when they have been sad and angry at the universe, smelling of war and sand? Probably. Wow, that had been eons ago at this point.

The Doctor stopped running, now briskly running, trailing a hand along the walls. So smooth and clean, the lights not too bright in here, and tinted a calming blue.

They swallowed, it reminded them of someone. Someone who they let go before they stopped having this face the first time, before it was all bowties and floppy hair.

They found a door and brushed their fingers against a silver pad at the side, the door opening with a woosh. They love a good woosh, very... Spock, as Rose would have put it. Stepping inside, they found that the room looked familiar.

Too familiar.

Even after two-plus millennia, the Doctor was shocked to remember this layout so well. There was no deep bass music playing, no mood lighting, but it was illuminated in places, by pale blue and white lights.

There were tables, a fully stocked bar, even what looked to be a DJ booth behind glass by a staircase.

And a second floor, where a figure stood, smiling at them, all dressed in white with blue accents and lights.

"C-Castor?" The Doctor asked.

"Ah," The program's smile grew, "you remember me!"

"Course I do, how could I forget?" The Doctor swallowed, stepping into the room. "How... how are you here? You and Arthur left together."

Castor chuckled, leaning on his cane. "I felt it was necessary to leave a little bit of myself in the TARDIS' systems, she didn't mind the company. Even let me help design your newest desktop! Said I'd know just what to do to make it comfortable for you. And speaking of you..."

The smile on his face shifted as those pale eyes stared at the Doctor. "... you were supposed to be dead."

"Yes. I... thought that too. At least this face." The Doctor frowned, touching their cheek, feeling the slight stubble there. "But this face is back, somehow. But not him, he's had his time. I'm the new new new owner of this face."

"You Time Lords are a curious bunch." Castor said, suddenly at the Doctor's side, brushing his own fingers against the Doctor's face. "Hmmm, I wonder what else is new new new about this same face, Doctor." He purred, leaning in close...

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*loudly sips coffee*

[hoteadepresso]

okay so we know Noah said that “Wills story ends beautifully”, so we can be pretty certain that Will isn’t dying, and neither is Mike

but indulge my angst loving ass and picture me this

they all get ready for the final showdown, months of training and anxiety finally coming down to this. will has trained with el and was able to begin controlling his powers. he’s not exactly fully confident and skilled, but it’s enough to give everyone hope. their time has run out, its time to be ready.

so the night before its time to venture into the upside down and finish it once and for all, they make a bonfire by the cabin, one last night all together before it’s time to risk everything and fight for everything and everyone they love. they all huddle in groups and pairs, talking quietly, laughing and enjoying themselves despite the grim reality they need to face soon. jonathan is playing music on his radio he dragged out into the woods, thankfully there’s still electricity in the cabin.

mike and will exchange soft glances and slight, “accidental” hand brushes as they listen to dustin ramble. they have been constantly tiptoeing around each other throughout past few months, sharing emotionally loaded moments and slowly becoming as joined at the hip as they used to be when they were kids. mike has been there to soothe will through his nightmares, which got more awful the more vecna regained his strength, and will has been there to ground mike whenever his anxiety and overthinking got the best of him.

so they shift a bit closer, their arms brushing together, and Will slowly lets his head fall on mike’s arm, his eyes closing. mike’s heart is about to burst in his chest as he allows himself to turn his own head slightly, his nose almost brushing wills hair.

and then heroes by david bowie begin playing in the background, and mike finally manages to get it together, and he stands up and pulls will by the hand into the cabin. will follows him without any objections, even though he’s surprised, and when mike closes the door behind them there’s only a soft glow of the bonfire illuminating the cabin, enough for them to see each other’s faces clearly, but not enough to break the intimacy of the moment.

‘dance with me?’ mike asks, his heart in his throat, throwing the caution out the window because they might not live to see another night like this, and grabs wills hands gently when the other boy nods silently, surprise clear in his bright green eyes, cheeks flushed.

and they sway awkwardly, because none of them is much of a dancer, but when mike twirls him twice with a silly focused expression on his face and will laughs, whole face lighting up, mike cant help but stare at him, tender, longing smile on his face, eyebrows scrunching slightly, and he moves closer, his hands finding wills face, fingers sliding into his hair gently, and he roams wills face with a searching look

will blinks up at him slowly, his lips parting slightly and he grabs the collar of mikes jacket, standing on his tiptoes to press his lips against mike’s, who instantly brings one arm around wills waist to pull him closer.

the kiss is gentle, but there’s a sense of desperation, they both want to imprint it in their brains, to stay there and never stop kissing, as if it could make the looming doom disappear

they pull away after some time, and mike lets out a long, shaky sigh

‘will I-‘

‘no.’ will interrupts, his eyes misted over with tears, as he presses their foreheads together ‘you can tell me when it’s all over’

mike nods slowly, his eyes never leaving wills. they remain glued to each other for the rest of the night, hands clasped together between each other in the soft glow of the fire, not exactly caring that much if their friends, their family notice

and when the day comes, they both push on with a newfound strength, something to fight for even more ferociously than before.

will and el join their forces and after a long, exhausting battle they manage to end vecna once and for all, protecting their loved ones.

and when will turns with s bright smile to look into mike’s eyes, ready to run into his arms, to scream that they won together, his body goes cold when he sees a long, sharp tendril piercing through mikes back right through his chest. one, final evil act of the dying monster.

mike’s face is still lit up in relief, as if he didn’t yet realise his chest was rapidly oozing blood, a soft smile on his lips as he looks at will, before dropping as he starts coughing up blood, the lips that made wills dreams come true last night now stained crimson.

the tendril rips out of the boys chest and he falls to his knees, as everyone snaps out of their shock and screams echo in the wasteland they’re in.

will is by mikes side in seconds, grabbing at him helplessly as his best friend, the boy he loves, falls into his lap, violent, bloody coughs shaking his body as he stared desperately in wills eyes. the deep, dark eyes he loved so much were filled with fear, tears glazing them over, as mike grabbed wills arm tightly.

‘w-will…’

will tries to silence him, nonsense reassurances spilling from his mouth as he sobbed, vaguely aware of nancy pressing her shaking hands against the gaping wound in mikes chest, desperately trying to stop the bleeding as sobs wracked her body.

‘I…’ more blood spilling from his mouth ‘lo—‘

he coughs again, gruesome gurgling sound erupting from his throat as he stilled slowly, his hand dropping from wills arm. his eyes remained aware for a few more seconds, staring desperately at will, before the light behind them went out.

everything is drowned out by wills screams, as he desperately tries to push his head against mike’s heart, as if he could will it to beat again.

his heart.

[destroyer-of-planets]

Ziggy Stardust Headcannons

-actually listens to music he himself didn't create. He usually listens to Electric Light Orchestra though, for obvious reasons. He rarely listens to Queen, but he highly regards Freddie Mercury as an innovative artist.

-he used to be incredibly egotistical, but is slowly becoming nice as he originally was, and, therefore, is becoming more sensible.

-he will always be wild, though, and can be very humorous, but not to the extent of Halloween Jack. Ziggy is mostly humorous unintentionally.

-he is obsessed with various countries. England, Japan, and surprisingly his newest obsession is France. It was after David baked quiche and macarons once and educated the guys were they came from, and Ziggy has been obsessed ever since.

-he is a BIG eater. You can find him snacking on things from time to time, and he does it everyday, when ever he feels like it. He is even capable of doing it before dinner, and can eat all of it, it's basically impossible to ruin his appetite. He sometimes eats crackers, biscoff cookies, Oreos, anything from lays, Cheetos, and even pistachios. I suppose having a strong appetite runs through his family line.

-he wears his stage makeup offstage. While wearing some powder wouldn't make one raise an eyebrow, Ziggy would literally wear green lipstick in public, and doesn't conceal his love jewel (an actual body part, above his eyes) he doesn't care about being an extraterrestrial in public as opposed to Newton, or even the Starman to an extent (we will talk about the Starman in a future post) but the point remains that Ziggy, if he ever chooses to dress similar to a clown (on Pierrot's level), he wouldn't care if people stare at him, it's kind of his thing.

-he's practically the Bowie character that is most open about his emotions. Yes, there are men that are very cold and distant, (the Duke), some that are just serious and strict, (Jareth, Celliers, Adler) and the rest are open on the condition that they are close friends with the other person, (Aladdin with Ziggy, but not Aladdin with Major Tom) but Ziggy himself with voice his emotions with the most random people ever, as long as they are not dangerous or Duke, who is and will always be Duke, and is potentially dangerous.

-due to this, he is particularly very chatty. Ziggy is… one of those very talkative people who will talk about the most random things if it's in their will and if they're obsessed with it, who are unfortunately slighted as too annoying or too weird. Ziggy would talk about absolutely anything from obvious things like space, music, and clothes, to important things like politics, the news, and other things, to complete unexpected things like what potato chip brand has the crunchiest chips, why mold grows on random places, or even why insects have six legs. That guy will run his mouth about absolutely anything. Just don't call him annoying, it hurts him, and he thinks being called weird is a compliment. 

-he does cry, and what he feels is usually genuine. While Ziggy has had a history of manipulating people into praising him and getting what he wants (it always has been something like money or appraisal) he was going through a tough time in his life and developed unhealthy tendencies like toxic positivity (and forcing it on others), being fake, and starting drama. This is not excusing it, because it was so overwhelming to the point where David had to step in and pull him out of the mess, and Ziggy is trying to learn and grow from that experience, and talking about it makes him extremely uncomfortable. Now, his emotions are back to normal although he now is too distressed to think back to those times. If he is upset, he will definitely tell you if you did upset him, and reacts positively if someone is nice to him. While he doesn't cry a lot, especially uncontrollably, he is emotionally sensitive and will tear up respectively (at a sad movie or if someone is aggressive enough to him) but he won't give in unlike Newton who doesn't take much to cry. Sometimes, he will if he feels it is important.

-the man cannot draw. While there are very good visual artists (Jareth, Halloween Jack, and even Duke come to mind) Ziggy… is definitely not one of them. Yes, he is especially good at applying makeup, but he can't do it on a piece of paper. If he ever attempts to draw himself, he will come out wonky and his hair frazzled more than it actually is. Do not destructively criticize him, for he will get angry, but he wouldn't mind constructive criticism or improving. However, drawing isn't really a hobby for him. He tried to make it a hobby, but it didn't work for him.

-he once tried to be a YouTube content creator. He tried many sorts of things, like reviewing makeup, a music channel, or even a stunt/meme channel where he would film himself doing embarrassing, weird things like people did when Vine was at its peak. It sadly didn't work, and stopped when a few hate comments got to him.

-somewhere out there, he has a Tumblr blog that he never tells anyone about. Not even his close friends. He has secret online friends that he sends memes to every night, and posts weird things like the most bizarre things and theories ever "what if we are in a simulation/ the moon is flat/ clowns are a species/cats know the secrets of the universe" as a joke at midnight spanning to even 4am, characteristic of a lot of Tumblr posts shown in reddit YouTube videos when creators cover "r/Tumblr". 

-he stays up late. Ziggy is one of those people that can go to bed at 1 am, wake up a 7 am, without coffee, and wake up in no time. At 6 am, he is as energetic as ever as opposed to the other groggy men. Lately, David has tried to make Ziggy go to bed at a reasonable hour, and even tried to make him sleep in a few times. No matter what, Ziggy will always have his unique characteristic Martian rockstar energy.

-he unironically watches cartoons. You know, like SpongeBob, the Simpsons, and even ones like the Regular show and My Little Pony, Friendship is magic. He even has made OCs for every show he watches. One OC he cherishes the most is his pony OC "Starburst Nebula", whom he visualizes as a female dark blue unicorn with a yellow/white mane. 

-he writes a lot. He has written so many fanfictions over his pony OCs, and even made one where a Simpson OC marries Krusty the Clown. Please, do NOT judge him. 

-he also has many plushies. He usually cuddles with one, which is a 627 plushie from Lilo and Stitch, but he has many more plushies. He has a Flareon, a Sylveon, an Eevee, skitty, Pikachu, Stitch, Angel, Reuben, Leroy, Sparky, Hello Kitty, My Melody, Kuromi, Luigi, Princess Daisy, Rosalina, a red yoshi, Blaze the Cat, Hatsune Miku, Ruby, Stella, and Bubbles from Angry birds, many cats and dogs, and even has tsum tsum plushies of all of the Queen members.

-he is fine wearing his jumpsuits, kimonos, and other stage clothes casually. However, he is particularly fond of sweaters. In the fall, he would wear thin ones with sleeves, and likes drinking hot green tea. In the winter, he wears very thick sweaters with thick collars and thick sleeves. In the spring and summer, he wears thin ones without any sleeves. He likes soft clothes, and hates wearing jeans as they are too scratchy, unlike Aladdin or Halloween Jack. He finds t shirts boring, and rarely wears suits and vests, as they aren't loose enough for him and cause him to overheat.

-to wrap it up, Ziggy also likes to browse the surreal meme subreddit. Don't ask. Just…. don't ask. You won't and will never be able to understand.

[aroaceswagcompetition]

First it was Quark, and now, despite never having read/seen Reanimator, Herbert West is also my guy. Every time you reblog a poll with him, he has my vote, even against characters I really enjoy. That’s my dude right there.

I'm getting a slight power trip from this lol. Happy to spread chaotic characters around😄 and glad you love them as well💕

Also for anyone who does watch reanimator in the future, there are a lot of nude scenes and SA in all of the movies so just giving a psa bc I went in blind

Rocky horror had less full body nudity that the reanimator trilogy

Always be careful when watching old horror movies bc there's always nudity, weird sex, and pubic hair

I kid you not in a movie w David bowie I almost saw his ding a ling and I was/am still horrified from that

[lostgenres]

History of Frog Rock

The initial spark for Frog Rock lit in 2005 when childhood best friends Theo Eustis and Lilac Glazier met in a coffee shop in Portland. Theo writes in his memoir, Before We Croak: 

Lilac was wearing her tie dye t-shirt, with a giant frog in the center giving a peace sign. I was wearing a Nirvana shirt that I had spray-painted a giant X on. We had been playing together in some crappy alt-rock outfit, and we both hated it. The rock ethos of the time,  the self-flagellation, moaning “rape me before I kill myself” or whatever, just seemed pointless. Why can’t you rock out and have fun? We were talking about this, getting more and more frustrated, and all of a sudden I stopped, looked at her shirt, looked at her, and said “I’ve got it. Frog rock”. And that’s how it started.

The pair joined up with drummer Kylie Swift and keyboardist Ben Beckham. They called themselves Ribbit, and quickly developed an aesthetic- and a cult following- centered around bright colors, crazy stunts, and a free-for-all attitude. Their first concert was in the middle of  a performance by the Portland Circus, in which the band snuck backstage, ran on stage carrying instruments and pushing a drum set on a trolley, got quickly set up, and played three full songs before getting kicked off again.

Ribbit’s first album, The Ribbit Show featuring Rex the Frog, was released on June 7th, 2007, and was a minor success among college stations and internet users. The record caused a slight controversy when many parents, thinking they were buying a children's record, were shocked to hear lines such as “death metal is for punks/ and punk is for bastards/ we’re not like that, we’re Ribbit, baby/ fuck first, think after”. The scandal escalated to the band being sued for false advertising, after which they were forced to put a sticker on records saying We Are Not Actually A Children’s Band.

The Ribbit Show eventually caught the attention of two other musical misfits. One was Lynne Cason, a 19 year old from Eugene, Oregon, who was inspired to start a similar band called Amphibalicious with drummer Sid Bennet and bassist Clarence Duke. Her brand of frog rock was slightly more fine-tuned, with notes of David Bowie, Prince, and later on Nancy Wilson.

The other protogée was Portlander Ruthie Danniel. He discovered Ribbit at 18 and quickly became part of their small circle of crazed fans, the Froggies. Ruthie briefly had his own frog rock group, the Order Anura, and later started a record label called Skin Shed Records. He is credited with bringing the frog rock community together, and supposedly invented many of their traditions, such as the Frog Rock Circus, an annual music festival (named in honor of the infamous Portland Circus show), and the Frog Olympics, in which band members and fans compete in ridiculous sports such as Rock Paper Scissors Mega and Frogball, a fast-paced combination of tennis, dodgeball, and rollerblading.

The first wave of Frog Rock quieted down around the 2010s, making way for the second wave: the London Revival. Seminal records by Ribbit, Amphibalicious, Chorus of Colors, and Pipa Pipa were imported to indie stores in London, and slowly new bands started to form. The South London music venue Maniac Mansion became a hotspot for these new british Froggers, which included The London Croakers, Darwin Frog, and Poison Dart.

This time around, the ringleader is universally identified as Vincent Cobb, aka Mr. Hopp, aka the Kermit Crimelord. The young musician with bright green hair and a Bowie-esque stage presence was also the co-founder of LiliSounds, the label that pressed most of the important London Revival records.

The London Revival took the bare bones of American frog rock and added a dash of britpop and British dry humor. This is the frog rock (at this point it was always written lowercase) that, to some extent, spread around Europe: to France (Les Crapauds, Empoisonné), to the Netherlands (3eaweed, the first "frog rock boyband", and Superkwak) and even to Basque Country (Igela Izan, jauzi egin).

Nowadays we are living in the third wave of frog rock, kickstarted during the pandemic and thriving on the internet. With a glimmer of hyperpop and gen-z culture, this wave is dominated by bands like Messrs. Marsupial, Tie-Dye-Die-Time, and The Bowling Stoners. Though frog rock is now international, and more and more online, the original frog rock community still holds much weight, and events like the Frog Rock Circus and the Frog Olympics have been going strong since the very beginning.

[tilbageidanmark]

Movies I watched this week (#170):

2 with French-Algerian actor Ramzy Bedia:

🍿 Youssef Salem Is Successful is a broad French comedy about a failed Algerian writer, who suddenly becomes famous when his tell-all book about his family wins The Prix Goncourt for literature. I liked the score made up of electronic Berber beats, and the two strong female characters, unorthodox and feisty. 7/10.

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🍿 Pecan pie is a 2003 Michel Gondry short-short, made at the same time as 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'. Jim Carrey in pajamas drives a bedmobile while singing an Elvis tune.

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2 more by unique Austrian documentarian Nikolaus Geyrhalter:

🍿 Homo Sapiens (2016) is an eerie, wordless and scoreless vision of post-human abandonment. Without explanations and with a static camera, it visits deserted locations around the world years after the people had given up on them. Derelict concert halls, prison cells, bank vaults and train cabins, from Fukushima, and Chernobyl, and the many other disaster areas people have left behind, surrounding them to the elements, letting the birds and the rain and the weeds take over again. It's hypnotic and transcendental.

It's as if Edward Burtynsky and the Koyaanisqatsi guys had sex with Werner Herzog, but decided not to give the new baby any clues. 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes. 9/10.

🍿 His 2005 Our daily bread was similar: Without voice over narration or subjectivity, it looks at the insides of giant agriculture factories, massive industrialized farms and high-tech conveyor belt food processing. How do the packages on the supermarket shelves get there? Who picks the tomatoes, the olives, the apples and peaches? Who inseminates the pigs, slaughters the cows, guts the salmons, collects the chickens and the salt in the ginormous mines? Endlessly fascinating. Makes you want to stop eating food.

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Steve Martin X 6:

🍿 STEVE! (Martin), the new 2-part in-depth documentary about this smart and melancholic comedian-musician. A warm and wonderful run-down through his rich life. He accomplished so much during his extraordinary career, and much of it so well. 9/10.

🍿 My third re-watch of his warm and funny An Evening You Will Forget for the Rest of Your Life again, a riff on friendship. With friend Martin Short (Excellent in his 'Stepbrother to Jesus' number!). Impeccable comic timing. ♻️

🍿 Shopgirl, a wistful love-triangle, based on his novella and script, about class and romance. A lonely woman living in a Silverlake apartment, works at the glove counter of Saks Fifth Avenue. She is being wooed by two different men, an immature slacker and a sophisticated older Martin. Jason Schwartzman is generally unbearable to watch, but here he is an insufferable loser. Eventually, it's too slight, a perverted fantasy of a rich, white, old man. However, it's always nice to find Screenwriting Symmetry 101 touches, f. ex. when Martin kisses Claire Danes for the first time, it happens exactly at 46:00, one hour before the end of the story. 5/10.

🍿"Excuse me. May I go to the bathroom first?..." Another re-watch: Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, an old-fashioned story with 60's sensibilities, which was indeed faithfully re-made of a 1964 Marlon Brando / David Niven vehicle. Mick Jagger and David Bowie were originally supposed to play the Steve Martin and Michael Caine roles. ♻️

🍿 The Absent Minded Waiter short (1977) was his first produced screenplay, directed by his friend and 'Jaws' co-writer Carl Gottlieb.

🍿 All of me, a lame "comedy" that aged poorly. Were the supernatural-themed 1980's nonsense the worst decade for movies? Just terrible. 1/10.

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2 more by Jean Vigo:

🍿 First watch: L'Atalante, the classic enigma about barge dwellers and incompatible newly-weds and an old skipper who loves cats. I'll need to watch it a second time in order to fully appreciate its beauty. 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes.

🍿 Jean Vigo directed only 4 movies before dying of TB at the age of 29. His Jean Taris, Swimming Champion was an innovative documentary that introduced some poetic avant-garde effects, slow-mo, underwater reverse shots, innovative freeze frames. (Photo Above).

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2 Eastern European classics from 1965:

🍿 The Oscar-winning WW2 drama The Shop on Main Street, still considered one of the best Czechoslovakian films. A dim-witted, henpecked carpenter in the Fascist Slovak State is appointed "Aryan controller" of a Jewish widow's store. With Ida Kamińska as the confused old lady. Another 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes.

🍿 Operation Y and Shurik's Other Adventures was the highest-grossing Soviet comedy in 1965, with 70 million tickets sold. 3 unrelated episodes of weird slapstick featuring some nerdy student named 'Shurik'. Tom & Jerry meet Richard Lester meet The Three Stooges. 2/10.

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2 thrillers with lovely Paraguayan actress Lali González:

🍿 Rest in peace, a new, engaging Argentinian thriller about a debt-ridden industrialist who leaves his loving family behind in order to escape from a dangerous loan shark. Here Lali González plays a sexy young widow. The fancy Jewish wedding reminded me of a similar one in Damián Szifron's terrific film 'Wild Tales'. The ending was weak. 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes. 7/10.

🍿 "Run, Victor, run!" 7 Boxes (2012), my first thriller from Paraguay. Like the Brazilian 'City of God', it describes a world of acute poverty, which made it a tense watch. It tells of a young pushcart boy at the sprawling Asunción market who has to deliver some wooden boxes with unknown content. This Lali González was a cute teenager here. 6/10.

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3 Temporal Loops:

🍿 Instead of watching my favorite rom-com 'Palm Spring' for the 14th or 15th time, I tried the other acclaimed time-loop story Russian doll, my first anything with Natasha Lyonne. But there was no comparison. The tired NYC hipster atmosphere didn't hold a candle to the sunny flow of Tala and Abe's wedding, and none of the characters were as lovable as Sarah & Nyles. Not even Greta Lee! The first season was hard enough to stay awake through. 2/10.

/ Female Director

🍿 Repeat Performance (1947) is the earliest film featuring the Time Loop Trop. But it works more with the Hollywood concept of 'Destiny', the idea that "If you wish upon a star, all your dreams will become true", no matter how unlikely. However, it's based on a second rate Noir script, made by an unremarkable director, and with uninspiring actors. 3/10.

🍿 12:01 PM came out before 'Groundhog Day', and set up many of the rules for playing 'Time Bounces' from that point forward. An ordinary office Nobody gets stuck but only during the one hour of his lunch break. It was nominated for the 1991 Oscars. 4/10.

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3 shorts by surrealist Kansas City artist Suzan Pitt:

🍿 Asparagus, an avant-garde feminist film, which was shown together with Lynch's Eraserhead. Strangely erotic, psychedelically-fetishist, and politically-ambiguous. A 'Planète sauvage' / R. Crumb sensual nightmare, full of (literal) shit and swallowed phallus symbols.

🍿 Joy Street (1995), a journey of a depressed woman from suicide to a colorful healing.

🍿 Pinball (2013), a drug induced, dissonant, nearly-abstract headache, played fast to the discordant Ballet Mecanique (1952 revision).

/ Female Director

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My second (after 'The Bigamist') directed by film pioneer Ida Lupino, The Hitch-Hiker. It was "the first American mainstream film noir directed by a woman" and, interestingly, portrayed the two men who were taken hostages by a psychotic killer as helpless and emasculated.

/ Female Director

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2 directed by Demetri Martin:

🍿 "Crest Atheist Formula..." Demetri Martin: Demetri Deconstructed, his latest stand up. The first five minutes were weak, but the rest was hilarious and funny.

🍿 Dean, his 2016 directorial debut, a low-key comedy about overcoming loss, was apparently a semi-biographical attempt to deal with the death of his father. Similar Indie vibes to 'People, Places, Things' and many other stories about young Brooklynite illustrators grappling with love, parents, and growing up. His clever drawings (here and elsewhere) are really lovely. 7/10.

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2 Danish Oscar contender shorts:

🍿 This Charming Man won the 2003 Oscar for best shorts. It's a terribly outdated comedy of errors about racism and micro-aggressions and about a Dane who got mistaken for an Pakistani immigrant. 1/10.

🍿 The sentimental On my mind was nominated in 2022 for the Best Live Action Short. I actually forgot that I've seen it before. ♻️

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The Mad Adventures of Rabbi Jacob, my second (and last!) flimsy, nervous comedy with Louis de Funès. When I was 10, I thought he was the funniest man alive, but in hindsight, he's just not. 1/10.

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The Orchard End Murder (1981), a uneasy and unpleasant English story about two weirdos complicit in the senseless murder of an innocent girl on top of a heap of apples. 1/10.

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(My complete movie list is here)

[calamities-child]

So lovely to meet you as well!

In terms of music, my favourite bands/artists are Queen (my number one- love them so much), David Bowie (he's amazing- so cool you like him too!), Abba, Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac, Jefferson Airplane, and a lot of 70s stuff. I like some of the more non-rock people as well, like Aretha Franklin and Joan Baez. I listen to more glam rock than punk rock, however I am looking to get more into Siouxsie and the Banshees- I was wondering if you might be able to give me some recommendations? Besides that, I also really like Maneskin, and some french music- my favourite french artist is Barbara Pravi, and a Welsh friend also introduced me to Pomme, who is similar.

Some things I like to do include reading (I love older sci-fi!), painting, mythology, hair/makeup, and fashion (especially 70s glam fashion).

And don't worry, you aren't being awkward!

Have a wonderful day/night :)

-🧋

I love Queen too. I've recently been getting back into them, and they are like a million times more amazing than I remember them. (I was about 10 the last time I was into them, so that's probably why.)

And it a so nice to meet another Bowie fan. None of my friends like him (or rock in general), so yay for me.

As for siouxsie recommendations, anything off Juju, Kaleidoscope or the Scream is really good. And they have this amazing cover of Dear Prudence.

I will have to listen to those artists you recommended. Also, do you have any good book recommendations?

I like mythology, but don't much about it. I'd like to learn more though.

I love glam fashion. It's my main inspiration fashion-wise. Unfortunately I don't really dress glam. Reasons being: There is barely any interesting clothes out there, I don't have a lot of money, I am bad at doing makeup (I've done it like twice in my life and own 1 lipstick and that's it) and I have a slight fear of judgement. I want to though.

As far as my artistic abilities go, I've done this.

Sorry for rambling, and have a nice day/night

🔮 Calamitie

[mariocki]

Infinite list of favourite lyrics: 190/?

David Bowie - Cat People (Putting Out Fire) (1982)

"See these eyes so red -

Red like jungle, burning bright.

Those who feel me near

Pull the blinds and change their minds.

It's been so long.

Still this pulsing night;

A plague I call a heartbeat.

Just be still with me,

Ya wouldn't believe what I've been through.

You've been so long.

Well, it's been so long!"