#i dont like this one as much i do the one i made for christine

[t0ast-ghost]

Hiya, have some episode 8 (What Are Little Girls Made Of) of Star Trek TOS thoughts:

- I dunno this sounds like… A TRAP! (I never thought I’d actually quote Star Wars and I’m quite frankly ashamed of myself)

- The most terrifying thing of all.. A DRAMA STUDENT (I am referring to Brown)

- wait- who? Who was that? No no go back why’d he sneak away like that? stop sneaking around you creepy ass fu- oh he killed a redshirt

- okay but Browns fit is kinda slaying (I’m a drama student)

- why does Brown kinda sound like the bad guy from cloudy with a chance of meatballs 2

- Kirk is so fucking dramatic.. bbygirl you did not need to roll out of danger

- HE GOT YOINKED!

- damned outpost scientists

- what in the German expressionism is this creature

- please don’t tell me Andrea is an android t- oh she admitted to it

- “do you think I could love a machine?” “Did you?” CHRISTINE IS NOT HAPPY

- sooo Korby is an android, ain’t he?

- Spain without the a

- why don’t they bring this machine back into the new series? It spins and it’s funny (put it in lower decks or smt)

- Kirk clone count: 2

- what in the blocky play mobile kind of food is that

- okay I love chapel “I’d rather you push me off the same precipice that the crewman fell from��

- why do I always like the science officers (my best friend is a biomed student so that may explain it…)

- Kirk is holding a dick rock… thank you for coming to my ted talk

- goddamn those boots are slutty

- DONT YELL AT SPOCK (he knows his boyfriend would never)

- I have a feeling Kirk just really hated Ruk

- I like that both the main medical officers have to go through the “my loved one died and now has been cloned” trauma

- I’d like to see something where the person grieving their loved one makes a robot of them and is originally just happy with the pieces that they’ve gathered of this person… but then it goes horribly wrong

- POOR NURSE CHAPEL HOLY SHIT

- like imagine seeing the person you love again only for it to be a pale imitation that could only want to be as passionate or loving or caring as the person you knew and then for the last image of them you see is them kissing another woman

- SPOCK SMILING AT KIRK! I REPEAT SPOCK IS SMILING AT KIRK

Okie dokie that’s pretty much it. Really love Christine Chapel now so…

I don’t think I remember episode 7 (Mudd’s Women) enough to have anything to say about it. I disliked the episode, if I ever have reason to watch it again I’ll maybe write something but for now I’m skipping it. Thanks :)

EP1 | EP2/3 | EP4/5 | EP6 | EP9 | Masterpost

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Tagged by @youjustfeelthemforever!

Character You Are Currently Obsessed With

okay so I'm gonna limit myself to one because I'll never end without a limit, and obviously my answer is going to be none other than

Raoul de Chagny<33

LOOK AT HIS FIRST DESCRIPTION IN THE BOOK:

The shyness of the sailor-lad—I was almost saying his innocence—was remarkable. He seemed to have just left the women's apron strings. As a matter of fact, petted as he was by his sisters and his old aunt, he had retained from this purely feminine education manners that were almost candid and stamped with a charm that nothing had yet been able to sully. He was a little over twenty-one years of age and looked eighteen. He had a small, fair mustache, beautiful blue eyes and a complexion like a girl's.

HE'S CANONICALLY BABYGIRL 😭😭😭

Just. just LOOK AT HIM

this confused boy who loves so much that his heart physically aches my BELOVED

LOOK THIS IS A REAL LINE FROM THE BOOK, LOOK:

Raoul leaned against his panel to ease his pain. His heart, which had seemed gone for ever, returned to his breast and was throbbing loudly. The whole passage echoed with its beating and Raoul's ears were deafened. Surely, if his heart continued to make such a noise, they would hear it inside, they would open the door and the young man would be turned away in disgrace. What a position for a Chagny! To be caught listening behind a door! He took his heart in his two hands to make it stop.

Listen idk about you guys but if Christine didn't already have him and if he were real I'D marry him is all I'm saying

More pictures and GIFs because WHY NOT

Here's a GIF I just made today (and it's my new favorite thing he looks so confused I'm sobbing):

And a personal favorite:

As we read to each other dark stories of the North!

Okay... okay I'm done. Tagging @nerdywriter36, @brendadaaedestler, @its-a-hare-pom-pom, @offendedteaspoon, @lady-murderess, @rose-red-ink, @choasuqeen, @dont-do-rice-babes, and @ronon-dex!

[nrdmssgs]

😿Please-please dont leave Riot sad and desperate. I want a happy ending please. 😿

Ok, here's happy mischievous Riot for you, love!

Part 1 Masterlist Fluff

Summary: Christine 'Riot' Vega (belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot) has a little vacation and Nikolai and Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova show her St. Petersburg.

"Nik, for God’s sake, let go of the poor thing! Get yourself a child and pack them in a thousand layers of clothes!" Olga sighs impatiently, propping her back against the front door.

"I'm not torturing her - just making sure, my little ray of sunshine doesn't catch cold." Nikolai and Christine grin at each other, while he wraps a scarf around her, so that it covers half of her face. "Besides, sokrovishe moye*, you want me to switch to 'getting a kid' routine right now or you're willing to wait till the evening?"

If a gaze could burn through flesh - Nik would already be on fire. It seemed, that every TF Lieutenant, even a former one, got their very own signature death stare. But the overall mood in the room was still jolly, and Christines happy laughter was the best acknowledgement to it.

She was smiling widely ever since Olga calmed her down, Nikolai came back from a meeting and promised Riot, that he'll make his second in command take a day off and spend it with them. Even on the next morning, she looked like a little lantern, lighting up the surrounding space.

On their way to café, Riot planned and executed a full 'drop your friends into a snow pile' operation.

"Captain should have seen this - I could get a raise!" She laughed, while Olga fought her way back on the solid ground and Nikolai held her firmly, not letting her away.

"Stop fighting, feisty thing. Just relax and I'll lift you myself." Nikolai whispered, pressing Zhar closer and ignoring her fruitless attempts to escape.

"You rascal. A scoundrel. Bribed my friend to do that, didn't you?" Every Olgas next phrase was interrupted by a kiss until she gave up and kissed him back.

Riots grin radiated from under the scarf, when Nikolai lifted Zhar and finally let her go.

***

"You two look, like you're planning some world-class heist!" Christine checked, how her friends came out on a photo she took.

"I look like an absolute sweetheart," Nikolai leaned closer to Riot and took a peak at her smartphone "It's my love, who looks like a predator on a hunt every time, she reads the dessert card."

"Christine, how much would you miss this man if-"

"If you two went on a date this evening? I won't miss him at all. Nik? No, never heard of him. Won't miss this lucky bastard at all."

Olga raised her eyes to her friend and sighed. "I was going to ask your permission to strangle Nikolai alive, but... ok, date it is, I guess."

Nik tried to make some commentary about holding the strangling part till they are back home, but Zhars fingers clasped to his shoulder so strong - they became white.

"Ok-ok, before you kill the poor guy - tell me one thing!" Christine smiled enigmatically and tilted her head slightly. "There's one detail about you, nobody from the TF could describe to me. That being, how come you never talked to each other for years of working together before that notorious operation?"

Olga looked lost, as if she tried to form an answer, but couldn't find the right words. Nikolai on the contrary was relaxed and happy and went back to hugging her.

"Well, we actually talked. Twice even. It just never went that well." Zhar broke the silence.

"Whoa, you made jokes about each other? Or shared some memories from Russia? Or straight started a fight?" Riot had so many scenarios in her head, it was a pity, none of them were close to reality.

"No, I. Well, the first one was my bloop, to be honest. But she got me scared!" It was funny to hear, that anyone could frighten Nikolai, but he went on. "I stumbled upon her in the middle of the night, and she pointed the gun at me, little crazy thing! I was lost, so I... I congratulated her with the Chekist day. It was a first thing, that I remembered!"

"Wait, Chekist as the 'Cheka' soviet secret police?... That controlled the society and executed many innocents? Nik, I love you, but were you out of your mind?"

"He was, Christine." Olga nodded eagerly. "And I didn't point my gun at him - he walked on me in the armory, where I cleaned it! I even have a witness - Ghost was there!"

"Oh yes, I forgot, that I got not one, but two side eyes! Very nice of you, guys! Super-friendly, not intimidating at all!" Nikolai moved closer to Riot just in case.

Zhar squinted her eyes unkindly and took a sip of coffee, letting Nik continue his story.

"The second time was purely her fault. I did nothing wrong, I swear!" Nikolai tried to hide behind Riots shoulders, but it wasn't that easy, considering, how much taller he was, even when seated.

"My fault?!" Zhar made another sip and closed her eyes for a moment. "My best friend came back from the mission, we all went to the pub, where this happy face already was..." She glanced at Nikolai. "There, I learn, that Nik dropped my Kyle out of his copter! My friend could have died. It was only natural-"

"It was only natural for you to wait till I go out, pin me to the wall and threaten me?" Nikolai still tried to hide behind Riots chair.

"I explained, what will happen to you, if it ever happens again. And don't play on Christine's nerves as if you are not a full head taller than me. You could push me away at any moment."

"Na-a-a-ah, I bet somebody just got horny and froze to remember every single moment." Riot chuckled, looking back at Nik.

"Horny? Solnushko*, I got terrified! She reeked of beer - this little trouble could have done anything and I couldn't fight back!" Nikolai pouted.

"Just for the record: I reeked of beer because MacTavish couldn't keep his hands still, and his glass of beer ended up on my jeans."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't check, how wet your pants were every time we had an encounter. How ungentlemanly of me. The next time you decide to pin-"

"The next time, I'm taking a bloody rope. And a gag..." Olga stood up and disappeared into the depths of the café.

Riot bent and was now suffocating of laughter. Nikolai patted her back softly.

"There's no way, I can make you not tell this story to others, isn't it?" he asked, half predicting her answer.

Riot couldn't master a single word, so she just shook her head.

"Well, at least, looks like I'll have the best date ever thanks to you." He took the menu. "Now, how about we pick you something sweet? This chocolate Ferrero cake looks nice, mm?"

sokrovishe moye - my treasure

Solnushko - sunshine

[lohstandfound]

🥝🍔🍊

this got kinda long so

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing? I've said it before how M.L. Rio influenced the way I write dialogue. And playwrights and poets in general have had a slight influence on my fiction writing.

It feels easier to list influenced for my poetry. The main one for poetry is probably essa may ranapiri. Their first poetry collection, ransack, was focused on exploring gender through a non binary lens. Their second poetry collection, Echidna, is a mash up of Greek and Māori mythology and Christianity.

Also, in regards to poetry (mostly). My museum studies lecturers placed so much emphasis on being poetic and creative and bring wordsmiths when it came to writing assignments I had to convince myself to not write a 2000 word poem for a material culture study. However, the assignments focused on making museum labels gave me an idea for a poetry collection of writing museum labels for people I know. (Also, everything about my museum studies degree has 100% influenced deities au and I don't think I tried to hide that)

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet? I think most things find their way into a fic??

I think the only thing I haven't put into a fic is a potential concept for a few character's cultural heritage that is very much me projecting and very self-indulgent. The one I've put the most thought into is Jake and it is. Very much. Me projecting similar circumstances. I made a post about it a total of one time ages ago.

It stemmed from a random thought I had that if bmc was set in new Zealand, Jeremy and Michael would 100% go to Armageddon (which I guess is basically like comic con or any other convention). To which it lead me on a train of thought of what else would it look like if it was set in NZ and one of those concepts involved imagining them as Māori. The only one that really stuck with putting the characters back in, y'know, new jersey was Jake being white passing Māori with a huge disconnect from his whakapapa, knowing next to nothing about it. I have a lot of thoughts on it. But. y'know. Self indulgent projecting headcanons that will never make it into a fic. so ive never properly talked about it

in summary, i dont think there's a headcanon that i haven't managed to put into a fic yet.

🍊What's a story that changed significantly from its initial idea to the final draft? The basis of the poets fic is the same: Michael, Jake, Brooke, and Rich make up a poet quartet, working together to workshop poems and spitball ideas and perform at open mic nights. There's still a few unresolved issues between Jeremy and Michael, and Brooke and Chloe. And the poems are still the same.

The original version was so much more rushed and was resolved by Jake and Christine tricking everyone into a group therapy session.

I figured I could do it better, make it less rushed and actually take the time for mostly Jeremy Michael Brooke and Chloe to work out their feelings. Jeremy and Michael have already started, but I have plans for Brooke and Chloe (and Jake).

(In my mind, Rich and Jake have already worked through everything. Brooke and Jake are super close in this fic and I imagine Jake has written so many poems about Rich as a way of processing (what's this? Jake Dillinger has a healthy coping mechanism?) so by the time Rich approaches the trio to ask for help with his own poems, Jake doesn't hold as much anger and is much more willing to talk things through with Rich).

But now that I've taken it so far from the original plot, I'm not sure where it's going. I have a plan for an argument between Brooke and Chloe, and I want a Jake-centred chapter (but I need to write a Jake poem first)

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

I have been sleeping early than usual actually. I think I am just ready for the last few days to past but it feels like the week is dragging lol

Oh wow that is pretty late. I'm surprised that Emily had energy to open presents and play at that time hahaha I would have been telling her to go sleep or santa will take the presents back lol just kidding I wouldn't do that to a 2 year old.

By the way, has it snowed there yet?

That's exciting! Are you guys going to just drive to Texas or fly again?

I tried moscow mule once.. was not a big fan of it 😅 I think I only really ordered it for the little mug hahahaha 😆

Same, I think most places that I've been to that served tiramisu only uses sponge cake. Yeah, I'm planning on making that mango dessert again but with less condensed milk. I am already too sweet. Hahahaha just kidding 😂

CA does have a lot of filipino places 😭 my uncle lives there and I want to visit him next year so that he can take me to all the restaurants that have good filipino chefs. Here there's only one place I know that was open a few years ago, but I don't know if they still are after the whole covid thing 🥲 there is a lady that I found on Facebook that caters and does pick up orders for filipino food though. I ordered her food once and it was decent.

Do you guys have Indonesian snacks that you'd recommend? Since I can't find any Indonesian restaurants here, I may be able to get snacks at the small oriental store we have in Omaha.

Hm that's interesting 🤔 all your movie choices have barely any dramatic scenes. Have you always been like that, not wanting to cry because you think it shows weakness? (Sorry if that came out bad and rude, I don't mean to be rude)

I have to think about mine too because I am drawing blank for 3 movies. I can only think of one that always make me cry and that's the Phantom of the Opera - the part where they sing all I ask of you and then the ending part around where Christine kisses the phantom.

Next, name 3 movies that you could watch on repeat and never get tired of.

By the way, I made a separate account and started writing! Well I don't know if you'd consider it writing, but I posted mostly conversation stuff between r and characters (mainly Wanda).

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello corn-punn!

How r u today? Aw thats no fun u sleep earlier than usual.. just kidding.

Why u cant wait for the days to past? R u that ready for new year? 😆😁 whats ur plan for new year?

Haha yeah, i let her play but then she followed whn i said it's time to bed..thank god..hahahha.

No, it hasnt been snow or anything here..im so upset right now..🙄 it's not even that cold here.. only 66.

We r driving to t3xas.. it's only 3.5 hours.

Haha i love moscow mule. It's one of my favorite cocktails. I have a set of the copper mugs n the shakers. My husband gave me. Lol. I guess i love moscow mule that much that he gave them to me.lol. my most favorite drink is apple martini and a cocktail named buttery nipple 😅 (it's baileys and butterschotch schnaps).

Haha i used to joke like that about me being too sweet already n thats why i dont need any more sugar on anything 🤣

But i agree with u, u r a sweet person so dont put too much condensed milk,okay?

Hmm right now i cant think of any snacks.. i like Beng Beng it's like snickers but more chocolaty n less caramel. I like the superman wafers.hahah. there is this sweet tea it's called teh botol but it's in a box 😅 it's my favorite. It's very famous there.

Ah i see. Yeah sometimes facebook have some information of our country food..sometimes it can be pricey though. U can google indonesian food n if u have any questiom about it, u can ask me.

Yeah,i'm always like that. I guess it's because i try to look strong in front of my sister. U know, to be a good example for her.

My sister is more expressive than i am. I would try n pretend to be strong until i break down n even that i usually choose to be alone when i have a break down. 😅

So it will hurt my pride too if i cry just because of movies.

I love phantom of the opera.. n that All I Ask Of You is one of my favorite song from that show.

3 movies i never get tired to watch..well,since im in the mood of rebel so i will give u more than 3. 😅😆

1. The Proposal

2. White Chick

3. Any modern family episodes

4. Devils Wear Prada

5. Age Of Ultron

6. Greta

7. 13 Going 30

8. How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

9. Hot Chicks

How bout u?

Next questions

Cheerio!

[danisnotofire]

character moodboard | jeremy heere from no such mirrors

↳ “Me? Do something stupid?” Jeremy let out a short laugh, dropped his hand out of Michael's grip, and tried to shove aside thoughts of Michael at his funeral. "Who do you think I am, Spiderman?”

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Freesia, lilac, and cosmos for the flower asks!

-Rain

HI RAINN TY FOR THE ASK!

freesia— what do you want people to remember you for? (serious or non-serious answers)

oH this is a hard question. Maybe for... my passion and hopefulness, and my writings? And that I was hopeful with REAL hope that comes from God and not naive hope.

lilac— is there anyone you currently miss right now? if so, who?

The ones I thought of was my best friend, @the-old-fashioned-girl (I always miss u bestie), and my lolo (grandpa), who died years ago. I wanna hug him again and I wish I talked to him more.

cosmos— what's the best compliment you've ever received? who was it from?

Oh gosh. I've gotten so many over the years, I'm not even sure. But I've gotten so much really sweet and funny compliments that have genuinely nearly made me cry! I'm sure a lot of them came from @the-old-fashioned-girl tho 🥹

@dont-do-rice-babes once told me "that was some of the scariest whump I have ever read ??????" once over something I wrote and i was VERY happy about it. 😭

And @enigma-absolute Once gave me a BUNCH of compliments at once when I was feeling really down. One of them being, "You’re fun, you’re funny, you have so much heart to characters, even at their worst and angriest, you’ve come so far in insisting your own boundaries even in here with us. And it’s therefore a reflection to the inside of you." And oh wait now I might cry again. She also complimented me with how I write Christine and Raoul so "purely" and that she's convinced they love each other and I. aaaaaaaaa. and that if she ever watched One Piece she'd feel like my One Piece OC, Kiki, was missing from it. 😭

And YOU RAIN, every time you tell me I feel like a little sister to you something inside me cries and heals 🥹

There's so many more, so many I'm still so grateful for to this day, but that list would take forever but EVERY COMPLIMENT I RECEIVE ALL GO TO A VERY SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART THAT I LOOK AT TO REMIND MYSELF I'M LOVED.

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬

[itsyourstarboy]

🎃Redacted Couples Dressing Up For Halloween🎃

👻👻Spoopy Time Headcanons👻👻

🥰Couples Costumes🥰🥰

Pt. 1

(Btw, the gender of the costume character is not directly linked to the gender of the redacted character/listener character, Milo and Sweetheart’s is prime example of this)

First up is...

Asher and Baaabe

Ah, yes, the lovely goofball/hot bitch power couple ☺️☺️

These two are the reason I made this list, because I KNOW

Asher would dress as Roger Rabbit

And Babe would dress as Jessica Rabbit

(Who Framed Roger Rabbit 1988 film)

THEY CANT NOT DRESS AS THEM, SERIOUSLY

I also just kinda wanna see Babe in that red dress, ngl-

You just can’t tell me this isn’t them 👇👇👇

NEXT!

Milo and Sweetheart

Okay, DONT HATE ME FOR THIS

I’m not making fun of Milo’s accent, I swear-

That being said...

Milo would dress as Harley Quinn

And Sweetheart would dress as The Joker

(The DC Universe comic book series and more)

If you disagree, that’s fine, I get it, it’s probably an overdone joke idk,

BUT MILO WOULD BE KILLING IT IN HARLEY QUINN’S SUICIDE SQUAD OUTFIT, ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

And Sweetheart in a suit 👀👀👀👀

I don’t think more needs to be said

Milo calling Sweetheart Puddin

NEXT!

David and Angel

I wish I could think of something more interesting or elaborate for these two, but let’s be honest...

David would dress as The Big Bad Wolf

And Angel would dress as Little Red Riding Hood

(Little Red Riding Hood 17th century folktale)

ITS SO PERFECT THEY LITERALLY CANT BE ANYTHING ELSE

Okay, well, that’s a lie, I almost made them Beauty and the Beast

But I have a feeling David would not want to dress up, so Angel just has to work with what he already is-

NEXT!

Sam and Darlin

THIS ONES MY FAVORITE THIS ONES MY FAVORITE

Now, I’m not making fun of Sam and calling him a cowboy.

I have his accent too, it’d make me a hypocrite.

HOWEVER THIS IS TOO PERFECT AND IF I CAN MAKE THIS COUPLE CANON IN ANY WAY IT SHALL BE THIS

Sam would dress as Jedediah

And Darlin would dress as Octavius

(Night at the Museum film franchise)

JEDTAVIUS MY BELOVED 😩😩😩

Darlin rocking that Roman armor 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Sammy in the cowboy fit 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I know he wouldn’t want to dress as a cowboy, but I think he’d be fine if he’s dressing as Jedediah

We all know he’s an Owen Wilson kinnie anyway

NEXT!

Vincent and Lovely

Okay this one might be a bit of a stretch...

I really struggled to pick a dynamic duo for them, but I think this works

Vincent would dress as Erik “The Phantom”

And Lovely would dress as Christine

(The Phantom of the Opera 1986 musical)

No, I didn’t choose this because I think Vincent would look hot in The Phantom’s mask 😅😅😅

...👀

I honestly don’t have much else to say about them, it just felt right.

NEXT!

Geordi and Cutie

This is another one that I struggled with

And I honestly don’t know why I think they’d dress as this duo-

Geordi would dress as Jerry

And Cutie would dress as Tom

(Tom and Jerry animated franchise)

To be completely honest, I think they’d dress as any dynamic duo within Looney Toons/Warner Bros...

NEXT!

Gavin and Freelancer

Y’know how I said Sam and Darlin’s costume was my favorite?

Well this one is a very close second

Gavin would dress as Tiffany

And Freelancer would dress as Chucky

(Bride of Chucky 1998 film)

I JUST KNOW THAT GAVIN WOULD

HE’S A HOT BITCH AND SO IS TIFF, IT JUST MAKES SENSE

God I hope someone draws this, ngl

Do I just want to see him in a leather jacket and fishnets? Maybe.

NEXT!

Ollie and Mentor

This one was another struggle

I just don’t know much about either of them even though I’ve listened to Ollie’s playlist

Hell, Mentor doesn’t even have a proper pet name...

But, regardless, there was one iconic duo that came to mind for these two and it just kinda stuck...

Ollie would dress as Shaggy

And Mentor would dress as Velma

(Scooby-Doo animated franchise)

I don’t know why, I just feels like they would

(This is a really cute gif omg)

NEXT!

Elliott and Sunshine

Okay, hear me out-

These two DO NOT PLAY when it comes to Halloween costumes, alright?

They’ve been doing matching outfits for YEARS, even before they were dating

And they will not stop.

Elliott would dress as Wybie

And Sunshine would dress as Coraline

(Coraline 2009 film)

Again, I just feel like they would, okay?

The bestest, mostest, dynamicist, duoist duo in the entire Redactedsphere

NEXT!

Avior and Starlight

THEY CANT NOT DRESS AS A TIM BURTON COUPLE OKAY-

It’s just perfect for them 😭😭

That being said...

Avior would dress as Jack

And Starlight would dress as Sally

(The Nightmare Before Christmas 1993 film)

I might just want to see Avior in a black and white striped suit, but I swear there’s more to this-

Halloweentown is basically hell.

Here's part two!

[huxs-waifu]

10,000 Nights - Chapter 11 - Incursion

Chapter Summary:

Here we are finally ! the chapter all others have been leading up to we have revelations and rescues. No warning in the chapter is pretty nice and long, with some action and romanc e!

as always i really love comments and feedback reactions and all that jazz, i love working on this fic and my strange. Although were coming to the end of Chrissy and Stranges story ( dont worry we still have 2 more chapters of them and smut to come) its not the end for them. please enjoy this chapter i was in tears writing it so i hope it gives you some joy reading it. 

Part  Ten - can be found here

A03 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30666221/chapters/93492631

Playlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/650653939084279808/via

Masterlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/670776247958257664/10000-nights-masterlist-the-cloak-seems-intent

Part of Strange's plan and the gods was the lure nightmare away from wherever he was, so he could follow him back.

“This all sounds very Orpheus.”

“I mean I can go and get him don't think his music will help you much.”

“You said that originally you made a bargain with Nightmare to leave the God of sleep alone right, can't he put me to sleep or something?”

“Hypnos ? or one of the others?”

“You have more than one god for sleep!”

Taking him to the cave, the God lived in; Stephen stood face to face with until now another mythical God, Hypnos. He had yellow eyes,mottled brown hair with grey and white.  Giving him a very tabby cat feel about him with a permanent disgruntled look like he'd been woken up like one too.

“Hypnos please we need your help, “ Dionysus offered a hand.

“Im aware of the situation but the whole reason this started is because Nightmare was ruining my job.” The sleep god replied.

“So really you're willing to let a girl possibly perish because of your job!” Stephen launches to the god to ring his shoulders. “ I LOVE her. I can't lose her.”

The god seemed quite relaxed even with the shaking of the shoulders. “ You haven't told her yet have you?” He quirks a smile.

Strange stops and realises that he's never said it out loud to her, he was a know commitment-phobe. Being told that ‘he always had to be the one to hold the knife’ by Christine, the woman he thought would be his only love. But yet Chrissy had opened up that gap had been closing in his heart. He wasn't in control around her, he was relaxed, snip-its of the day were normal and he loved it. The high of positivity he felt when he was Chrissy outweighed everything in the universe, he was happy. “ I-”

“Just putting you to sleep, nothing else?” The god asked.

Strange closed his mouth before opening and closing it again before he replied “And a Dionysus here will give me a hallucination of him, were hoping that he's watching me from somewhere.”

“Then sleep Doctor, the most frightening  sleep is when you don't feel it happening.” That was the last thing Stephen thought he'd heard as he hit the floor.

—-----------

“Ha if he thinks that just going to sleep will work got another thing coming.”

“At least he's trying to save me, seems that history does repeat itself,” I reply to the void beginning. “ If he doesn't get to me what do you actually intend to do to me ?”

“Well you will become the queen of the void we're in, your madness ability I'm sure will come into use when we start invading people's nightmares.”

Thought for a moment that if Stephen was trying to find me, maybe I could trick Nightmare into sending me to fetch him. “Well if I'm to be your Queen of madness, surely you should try it out, to see if it's going to work. You could be real devious and use it on the doctor right now.”

“Are you saying you want to hurt your lover? My queen, you are perfect for me.”

Stephen Strange was floating, not like when he astral projected. He was just in a black void nothing around him until he felt it. The euphoric high mixed with the crushing fear of loneliness. He tried to concentrate on the high he knew in his heart it was some form of Chrissy contacting him. The pinprick of hope shot through the darkness. It took every ounce of his being to swim towards it. He was a mad man that needed that last drop of hope before, the sense of dread overtook him. Reaching the pinhole he looked through to see the video world. The pinhole became a portal, he knew where to locate them and jump through.

Stephen laned into the world between worlds “ Nightmare I take it.” The demon was slightly taken aback that he had collected them so quickly.

“That witch, she drew you here!”

“Well, she's not a witch she's a goddess, speaking of where is she!”

"She is stuck in something… let's call it chains. You can see her hanging up there, suspended. It's so annoying actually all I can hear is her whimpering and heart beating for you. She definitely has a bond with you; her heart is in a constant state of earning."

"I care for Chrissy, yes. More than I can explain with words.”

"A bit more than care. I can see you've marked her up good and proper like she's your personal bitch. Can smell the cum from here. Not much else to use for her though. you are the supreme scourcer there's nothing you could learn from her you don't already know. unless you really thought she wasn't using you for your powers."

“Don't listen to Stephen, he's trying to buff you.” Shouting from the hanging podium, like structure.  

“Chrissy I know, all about the demi-god thing I trust you on this one, i know they are bluffing.”

"So the all-seeing didn't know she had demi-God in her before now. Well, this is a turn-up for the books. Why does whatever offspring is produced by the supreme and a God would surely be of high value to anyone in the universe."

“What do you mean by offspring?”

“For a smart guy you're kinda clueless, the girl is pregnant with your child. With a child, I didn't need. she just became more valuable. If you two joining creates these tears between the realities. This child that is a mixture of you will surely be able to wreak some havoc too. it seems that there are a couple of universes getting close already. It's like a goody bag of bad dreams about to come true for me.”

“That's the price that I'd have to pay to see them home safe.”

“The eye. It has an infinity stone in it. Give me that and then I'll think about it.”

“No. stephen don't please, I'm not worth risking. Remember I'm just a waitress that can do magic tricks. I'm no use to you or the universe.”

“Chrissy, you are my universe now.”

“Aww sweet lovers, shame isn't it . you can't hold the one you love. Just like the sorcerer supreme all those years ago. Many say he didn't have a heart after that. The stone or the women”

“Chrissy, are you sure? I really can't give up the stone. Not now.”

“Stephen, is that your choice?” I spoke out heartbroken, up to this point despite me saying no I really thought he'd fight for me more, or have a different plan...

“ You are my universe Chrissy but if I hand over the stone there won't be a universe for us to go back to.”

“Oh now this is a turn of events, this is better than any nightmare I could have given either of you.” The being chuckled. Strange looked towards me, he noticed the swirling mist around me and I appeared naked behind. He nodded his head towards my stomach. Followed by a big fake sigh.

“If you're going to keep them,  You need her pump.”

“Stephen, this really isn't the time  to be thinking about my diabetes.”

“Yes you do, I can tell you're getting angry from high blood sugars. You don't have it on you do you?”

“Stephen you fucking think it's my diabetes, that is playing with my emotions. I'm hung here with your fucking child in me, in love with you. The man I'm in love with is killing me, by leaving me. It's like a knife in me twisting inch by inch.”

“So I'm correct then no pump on you.” he produces the pump from inside the cape. ”Take it as a parting gift, Chrissy.”

“Touching as this is, I've waited long enough. Give her the damn thing.” Nightmare morphing and changing into various forms slightly before drawing back into normal, they were fully agitated.

The cloak taking that as a cue flies Strange up to face me. He looked at me with his soulful blue eyes and seemed to be pleading to say sorry. Coming close to me. The cloak wrapping us up just like it did in the closet all those months ago. Stephens's hot breath covers me as his tall form once again crowds me for what I thought would be the last time. He places the pump in my hand leaning in and he gives me one last passionate kiss, that lights their world up, the green cracks in the world appearing with lightning pops. Removing his lips, kissing my cheek before whispering in my ear, “hold on to it tight.”

“Stephen what?” the familiar sizzling starts behind me on a portal. The cloak unrolled us from our fuzzy confinement. The cloak seemed to have been able to undo the gas chains holding me up. The portal opens behind me, buzzing with an image of the outside. The said insulin pump yanks through taking my arm off with it. The woman on the other side is offering a cup of something and I'm covered in a golden glow.

Strange strikes up a spell. Green shields of runes growing larger covering our bodies “Go little one! go to olympus!”

“Stephen, I can't move!” holding on tightly to the insulin pump tubing that was tugging through the portal.

“Doctor, I'm protecting her like you said! The child refuses to go without their father !” The Greek women from the other side of the portal shouted.

“What?” He shouts back looking behind him for a split second. His shield breaking. This gave Nightmare the break he needed to enter Strange's mind. Flooding it with a nightmare. The portal broke, snapping off the insulin pump rope.

“Perfect, I can enter that source's mind, clever tricks but see through it like glass.” Nightmare in Strange’s visions started to create a scene of mayhem. Stephen was in space, out in the endless dregs of black. Dead bodies around him of everyone he knew. A screen lighting up shows the horrific image of Chrissy lying motionless on the nursery floor. Wong lay next to her, in the same state. “Hand over the stone and Chrissy can live here safe.”  

I watch Stephen fall from the podium holding his head in pain. I feel like I'm still bathed in the golden light from the failed portal rescue. Rushing forward I grab at the cape. Concentrating as hard as possible I feel under my fingertips the smallest piece of fabric. A powerful blow resonates around the caveness area at the contact. In Stranges nightmares the same, light bongs through disrupting the vision. The cloak dragged him back up, landing him back in front of me.

“I sure hope this works!” Grabbing at his face I launch in for a kiss on his glassy-eyed face. The usual cracks appear around us. Through the cracks of time and space, I peek at a shot of the women from earlier looking through. Out of Stephen, nightmares blacken mass is pushing out of his stone still body, himself lurches away. From our now intertwined bodies, the cloak takes its cue to hold us. Stephen going from motionless to joining back in the kisses gets his normal giddy haze of lust.

“It can't be, you're blocking his mind. “

“Yeah,”-kiss. “ that kinda, happens” Stephen finally let go of my mouth and attacked my neck, the sexual feeling not seeming to matter what situation we're in.

“Hold on!” A man stood on the other side of the largest rip we've seen. The cloak probably being the smartest out of everyone lifts us as one. Flying towards the rip.

Finally, we are through the other side, tumbling through. The kissing stops upon the tangle, thus the rip closing. A mess of limbs we stay wrapped in the cloak on the floor. Breaths hitching finally in relief.

—--

A hand was reached out to me taking it, the greek woman from behind the portal spoke first “ I'm Hebe the cupbearer goddess.”

“And im Dionysus, Chryesis . your great, great, great great grandfather.” the first thing I took note of was he looked a jolly fellow, covered in a vine crown this staff an iconic shape, himself draped in a greek toga, but finally taking note of his leopard skin that hung from his waist. “It's all my fault I should of just let your great grandmother marry who she wanted, we should have found another way to deal with the nightmare.”

“I must say this has been massive in convenience today but I would of never of met my Wizard.” I grin ear to ear., reaching out to finally hug, the now standing dr strange, he was jubilant as he returned the hug lifting me off my feet, swinging me round.

Hermes appears with Wong through a portal. He looks pretty bemused like he'd been woken up.

"Stephen, could you save interdimensional hopping till after breakfast?"

"Our fault !" Me and Dionysus say at once

After catching Wong up on things. Not before actually finding myself clothes. As the cloak had protected my modesty up to this point, in a wrap dress-like fashion, the thick red fabric looked bulky but welcomed my small stature.

“So you're telling me that you accidentally got a diabetic Greek demi-goddess pregnant after Tony suggested you should date, reopening an age-old dimensional rift to the Greek gods and another universe parallel to our own!" Wong with his head in his hands. He had to sit down on a pillar out of pure stock and get his head around it.  

"In my defence, I didn't know my great grandmother had come through a dimension. Everyone just assumed when she turned up in a barn in the south of England she was an immigrant. Well, technically she was."

"I also didn't expect to fall in love with a Greek demi-goddess."

"You love me?"

"Chrissy I've been in love with you this whole time. You give me a world from a different perspective, slowing me down and speeding up my time simultaneously. The best part about you is you treat me like a human. Your biggest quality is that you see the best parts of me that I still have still and that's why I need to keep you in my life, forever as my wife, let's give the universe what it truly wanted all those years ago." Looked towards Wong, then back to me, clasping my hands and pulling me forward, the cape wrapping around my legs to keep me in place. He brings his lips to mine, bending the whole way. Before drawing back, tears welling in his mesmerising blue eyes for the first time being open and  vulnerable  “ I have unfortunately fallen deeply and madly in love with the girl standing at the bottom of the steps in a wet hoodie, that has the most amazing deep blue eyes and a smile that saved me from loneliness.”

Wong sighs trying not to break a smile at the scene he'd watched between his fingers. "If the ancient one was here they'd have to agree, you keep Strange's humanity in place."

Stephen takes my hands pulling them up to his chest "This child was meant to happen.  I told you I'm not looking into possibilities with you. What happens between us is the right path."

"There's a prophecy that the child of Dr Strange will be a protector." Hebe strikes up, breaking the moment.

"But out of all the children in all the dimensions why this one”

"This is the only one with Chrissy, you don't get her in any other universe. "

"I'm the goddess of youth. I was protecting that baby inside of you the best I could when the rift opened fully. She just wanted to protect you with her"

"She? Are we having a girl?" I smile up at Stephen.

"You are. It seems that some of my protective abilities have passed on to her at that moment. If I give her a blessing she should be protected till she is 18 then you'd just have to see what powers she manifests after that."

"That must be why she is so valuable. They probably think she'll manifest goddess powers or Chrissy's. Or even some of mine." Strange thinking over what had happened.

"What a lot of others don't know though is that your abilities are not learned naturally. Unlike Chrissys." Wong adds.

"I don't know there is something magical when we combine." Pushing into Stephen a bit.

"I don't know about that, the magic is more destructive than helpful." Wong points at me. "You make him go into madness every time you have sex, opening dimensional riffs! almost making him forget how to function, which is also another reason why the nightmare wanted to keep you."

“Fancy staying on Olympus a little longer?” The last woman in the group pipes up. “ If Mr Strange here is true to his word, marry you, it could break the spell and thus the reality rips while you kiss.”

"And that's why I married her, Ariadne, you are the most amazing thinker." Dionysus joined in, standing by wrapping an arm around his wife "Please have the wedding Here as a sorry, you are technically a demi-goddess now we can marry you right away."

“Chryseis Heedwarden, will you marry Dr Stephen Strange.” Stephen gets down on one knee. Offering no ring but holding out the cloak. The symbol of us combining like it had tried to do that rainy day.

“Yes, I will become Mrs Dr Stephen strange.”

@too-short-for-my-own-good @avengershumanresources @d0ct0rstrangewife

part 12 - here��

[doctornolonger]

So, the Planet of Faraway is one of the supposed homes of the Enemy, according to the War King. What actually is the planet? Some part of my brain assumed it was an early alternate Gallifrey, no I dont know why, I guess some part of me tried tying it to the infinite homeworlds theory. (UNRELATED!) Either way, the question stands. Assuming you'd know at all.

Here’s what The Book of the War specifically says about Faraway's location:

the early-universe co-ordinates of a ‘far-away locale’ where the enemy supposedly made its home, were known to represent an entirely barren region of the formative continuum … in the proto-form days of the universe beyond the officially-recognised range of most conventional timeships.

Later, it gives a more exact date:

a mere 3,500 years after the Big Bang, to be exact.

This rather reminds me of the “world at the edge of a spiral galaxy” “back in the early history of the Spiral Politic”, “possibly outside the temporal jurisdiction of the Homeworld,” where the War TARDISes established themselves following the ultimate attack on Mictlan. Of course, what the Kings of Space have to do with the Enemy is another question entirely… as Christine Summerfield notes in Dead Romance,

Don’t you love that expression? ‘Nobody’s ever come back alive.’ Like the Gods keep sending back dead bodies, with little notes attached. Well, maybe they do. I never asked.

I believe it was @aristidetwain who pointed out that’s exactly what the First Message from the Enemy is!

All that said, surely it’s notable that in Interference, the Time Lords have a different idea about the enemy’s homeworld: specifically, that it’s Earth – which, speaking of the Head of the Presidency, also happens to be where the Poenari Relic spent much of its time while traveling from the beginning of the universe to the end – as well as where [gestures wildly at the Younger World Story] ?!

[fundiebabynamebible]

Put the Rodrigues kids names in order (fave to worst). I think her name choices are absolutely fine apart from Kaylee and Janessa. They dont match the other names - dont like them at all.

1 is best, 13 is worst.

1. Samuel Richard - A nice name that goes well together. I prefer a lot of the Rod boy names to the girl names.

2. Gabriel Victor - I think it's cute. Gabriel is one of my favourite 'angel' names.

3. Hannah Faith - Definitely my favourite of all the Rod girl names. It flows nicely and sounds good, but I find that practically any first name can go with a virtue middle name.

4. Olivia Mercy - Olivia is one of my favourite girl names. Same opinion about Mercy as Faith

5. Timothy David - I like the name but all the Tim's I know are generally middle aged/old men so... Timothy is a timeless name and David goes with anything.

6. Sadie Patricia - Whoops, I almost forgot she existed! Patricia is a lovely name but I also love Tricia as a first name as it's a character on one of my favourite tv shows, Classic Emmerdale. I most associate Sadie with the tv show Sadie J, which I watched at an early teen. Sadie seems to be a ore modern version of Sarah, which in itself is a lovely name.

7. Kaylee Arlissa - Kaylee Alissa would've been better. Kaylee isn't too bad and I generally like 'lee/leigh' names. I can't really see and ild lasy Kaylee but I'll probably have to get used to it because one day there will be old people Brooklyn's, Eveleigh's and Lincoln's.

8. Tessie Elizabeth - Tessie seems more of a nickname for a little girl to me. At least it isn't such a hideous name and Tessie can go by Tess when she's older if she wishes. I do like Elizabeth as a middle name but not a first.

9. Renee Crystine - It was OK until the unusual spelling of the middle name. Jill's middle name is spelt Christine so is baffles me as to why she changed the spelling to try and be tryndy. I adore the name Renee but it's not one on my personal baby list. I've heard Renee pronounced ree-nee and ren-ay but prefer the latter pronunciation.

10. Phillip Jonathan - I'm not too keen on Phillip at the moment as I think it's a little boring. I'm just not too keen on Royal boy names in general right now. People seem to be loving older names right now but it's not for me. I do lie Jonathan though and the nickname Johnny.

11. Sofia Amy Julianne - These three names together are just too much. I know Jill did it for her sister and because of her weird obsession with her, but it's just too cluttered. Give all the kids three names or none at all.

12. Janessa Ruth - I'd never heard of the name Janessa before stumbling upon the rods and I don't like it. It sounds so random and made up. Ruth is a nice middle name though.

13. Nurie Katelin - why oh why would this be your first choice. Just name her Marie and be done with it.

[luveline]

OHMIGOD THATS A BLAST FROM THE PAST..

dharma & greg.... i was in middle school in the early 2010s and my dad was elderly, so he set up a deal with the old folks community center that i could sit in their lobby until he could pick me up after-school, since the center was right across the street from the school. id sit there and watch what they left on the tv (because i didnt know how to change the channel, there was no remote and i cant remember if there were buttons. there was no place to do my hw other than the floor bc i wasnt allowed to wander, and my dad was abusive Sucked(TM) so i also used hw to avoid him at home. and i had a cellphone for emergencies only; no internet or games, and i had to make sure it didnt die before my dad picked me up even tho i didnt have a portable battery. so that meant at least an hour of nothing to do but sit and watch a tv that i was too shy to ask how to change the channel for. but it turned out alright and also im safe now lmao) and whatecer they left it on, it never changed away from this channel that only played sitcoms, specifically sitcoms that WEREN'T super big, currently on-air or had newly ended like Friends or Seinfeld. i watched the entirity of Cheers, Fresh Prince, The Nanny, Planes, Living Single, The New Adventures of Old Christine, a couple of others (i moved to high school before i could finish Fraiser (also you could argue some of these are still big, but i dont see Cheers or Fraiser versions of some of the merch thats in my local mall of Friends and Senfield nor do i see as many memes or edits or anything), and Dharma & Greg. now i remember where my idea of a romantic hero came from lmao greg made me fucking melt in my chair

but everytime i typed in "show about lawyer and artist shot-gun married", i couldnt find its title. thank you so much, this is going on my next wishlist and my list of Things To Eventually Buy, that show and all these others gave me so much serotonin during an otherwise lonely time. it brought me so much comfort that the rare times i had the courage to speak to the lovely woman at the front counter, and not the adrenaline-fueled fear of "MY PHONE DIED CAN I PLS USE THE LANDLINE TO CALL MY DAD", was when the channel had been randomly changed one day to something new and there was no one else watching it, so i timidly asked for my comfort shows back and shed nod and never spoke but would always change it for me (i think she only did bc nobody else was there though i never asked if someone else was watching the tv). but yeah. fuck, greg was the fucking dream to bby!me. and i related way too hard to dharma lmao but jfc i think i underestimated how much that show soothed an aching, alienated part of me by showing me a Weird (Neurodivergent) Girl as an adult being shamelessly herself and absolutely adored for it lmao ♡♡♡♡ thank you so much for reminding me of the title, you and whoever brought this up, this was a "FINALLY" that was literal years in the making, i couldnt remember the name of this show for the life in me but now i can request someone buy it for my birthday or something lmao thank you. thank you so, so much ♡♡♡♡♡

more than welcome!

[taylorrsmind]

what i thought about fear street  1666 (TW! Spoilers)

I loved the 1666, but the 1978 is still the best. Besides, a quick question, I don't know if I didn't get everything right because I only watched 1666 twice so far, but if Nick had already delivered the current generation's serial killer (Ryan Torres), why did he name Sam? because you see, Ziggy wasn't possessed, she of course lived scared to death, traumatized and all, but she didn't become a serial killer, her name didn't end in the cave rocks, after all, she was “free”. Why Nick would conjure Sam's name so early when no one would question after Kate and Simon died and took the blame from everything that happened? Why send a note saying "it's happening again" to Christine when he was the reason it was happening? Other than that, Nick didn't deliver much as a villain lol. I don't think it's the actor because he was well as a Soloman, I think it's because we don't see his villainization(is that a word?)? Like, I've been suspicious of him since 1994, but it doesn't show him being actively evil in any of the movies, just that scene of him conjuring the names and the ending a few minutes before his death with Deena, but I couldn't worry or be scared, you know? I expected him to try to justify himself or something until the cave scene, I didn't feel vilification(again, is that a word?) in the character and i think I should because he's literally responsible for everyone's deaths, he’s the big bad wolf, the true monster under the bed.From 1994 to 1666 I could guess he was shady af but it gave me more “anti hero thats gonna sacrifice himself in the end/// doesn’t want to be a part of this////is a puppet and has no idea what’s actually going on” and what I got was “Good is Evil or whatever” like even when he was talking abt his family, which wasn’t much he should have talked about that, his character should have appeared more, I think it would have been nice if maybe a moralization of the character in that scene where he's chasing Deena, like "Oh, my family has been doing this for years, my brother and mother are important to me, my blood is sealed to the devil since I was a baby Sunnyvale's safety is the most important thing, I do this for peace" very lunatic and a tyrannical even, wich does not in any way justify his actions, but who adds content to him as a villain, especially in a trilogy that had two great movies with horrifying killers and deaths. It just fell flat to me, for the big bad guy to barely even have good action, scarry scenes. 

Even his relationship with Ziggy was a bit thrown, the importance he gave her was there for no particular reason, just to make the audience think he's nice and in love and surprise us in the end, which didn't work and it's a tactic I hate, the old trick of wanting to outsmart the audience, something Gossip Girl, Game of Thrones and Pretty Little Liars made me completely despise. I 1000000% prefer a structured and predictable outcome than something that will blow my mind for its lack of sense and meaning. ALSO I wouldnt be bothered if Nick was just evil to the core with no debpt whatsoever. Hell, most Sunnyvalers are! But the thing is that, by trying to outsmart the audience and try to lead us into believing Nick is a good guy, the writer (s) ruled that possibility out. You show him puking at seeing kids dying, him confessing how he didn’t want the “Goode” burden to fall of his back but he had no choice, putting Ziggy’s life over his well being, bringing Christine back to life, warning her about the monsters he’s sending to her town and even showing emotion when seeing her after a long time. NOTHING I said would make Nick any less of a monster who should rot in hell, but it clearly shows several colors and divergency on his way of thinking. And like I said, the writers could have given us evil Nick that played Ziggy’s heart and the entire Shadyside, but it doesn’t add up with all of that, at the same time all of that also don’t add up with the Nick we saw on 1666. If this movies were shot in different periods of time and not at once like it was I would say it was because the writers didn’t know who the bad guy truly was.

I won’t get into this, but someone important should’ve died. Like, bring the nurse back to avenge her daughter. Kill Ziggy (the idea of sacrificing Ziggy and Nick at the end ugh the waste). Kill somebody. This is a horror movie, nobody died. Yall could kill black and asian extras. Yall killed my sister Cindy, but couldn’t kill Ziggy? It made sense, she’d reunite with her sister! 

Anyway, I know it sounded like I hated the movie but I REALLY LOVED IT. The actors were all great, the chemistry was there, and although I wish we’d seen more of Sam than just her “ghrghrghrhr” until the very end, I loved how both queer main characters were alive in the end, and how they paid respect for Kate and Simon and how Sara was considered the very first Shadysider (although it was pastor Miller sksks). I loved seeing Simon and Kate’s face there again although it wasn’t really them. I loved that Sarah wasn’t the big bad wolf although I saw it coming and would love to see female rage (like that scene where she was like “If they want a witch, they’ll get a witch gave me chills) but like I said, I prefer prediction than disappointment and I wasn’t (disappointed)with that. 

THE END SCENE GOT ME EXCITED I HOPE THEY MAKE MORE OF THOSE BUT AT A DIFFERENT TIME SINCE LIKE THE BOOK WAS STOLEN. Also Cindy is my favorite character she legit showed up on flashbacks once and I cried.

My ranking, for now:

1. fear street 1978 (the best 2021 movie i fear i watched the entire week and made everyone i know watch it too)

2. fear street 1994

3. fear street 1666

i dont this there’s any bad movie on this trilogy btw. all great. 

[saintchrollo]

“l’amour courtois” (chrollo x f!reader, university au, 2.1k, ao3)

@sealedrosewater​ requested student!reader and grad student ta!chrollo and fuck, i could not resist. just could not at all. enjoy a part one! (this is all just meet cute, teasing, academic love & flirting. also chrollo drives a motocycle. i dont know what else i can say to make you read this.)

The cool winds of February clung to each breeze as you made your way through campus to the literature building. The sun offset the chill, and had melted some of the snow on the sidewalks, though ice salt still stuck to wet patches. The literature building was one of the oldest buildings, and therefore was always far too good at keeping the modern heat inside it’s ancient walls. 

Like always, the building was hot as could be, and you quickly shed your scarf and gloves the moment you set foot inside. After putting them away in your tote, you headed to the top floor where the department had squirreled away all the teaching assistants. Your professor had insisted that there be meetings with the TAs to help flesh out the papers that would make up your final essay. 

Double checking that you were at the right room, you knocked lightly on the half open door. The clicking of keys stopped, and the classical music that had been playing softened until it was no more. 

“Come in,” Came the voice of the TA. 

Pushing open the door, you were immediately thankful that one of the windows was open, creating a much needed airflow. Your TA, Chrollo, sat at a relatively empty desk. It appeared that he was not planning on making the office a home at all. 

“Hi, Chrollo,” You say, entering the office. “Do you want me to close this?” You ask, gesturing to the door. 

“If you’d like,” Chrollo says, and you compromise by leaving it half open. 

It was no secret that most of your classmates found him very attractive. The snapchat group that was made your freshman year had been defunct for a few semesters, until everyone had found out about the new grad student. He had been nicknamed ‘Bandana’ by most people, since no one actually took the time to know his name. 

And now, here you were, sat in his little temporary office, about to pitch your essay idea to him. His jacket hung over the back of his chair, leather and worn, and sat back as you entered. His hands were folded slightly, resting casually right above his belt, a few decorative rings on his fingers. He has the hands of a clocksmith. 

After seating yourself and pulling up your extensive notes of ideas on your iPad, Chrollo's eyes widened slightly, perhaps in surprise. 

“Sorry, I just wrote down most of the things that came to mind,” You explain. The two of you spend ten minutes going through all of your ideas, quickly dismissing them when you realized you were actually interested in them enough to focus on them for the whole semester. 

“Okay, last but not least, and this one is my favorite,” You glance over at Chrollo, who has an expectant and amused look on his face. “I was really drawn to discussing how Béroul’s version of Tristan and Iseult and using King Arthur I could discuss how pre-Napoleonic literature contained free will as it came to love and perusal of desire, and that as humans we have always had wants and needs and desires.” 

After the pitch, you flit your eyes over, slightly nervous, to gauge Chrollo’s reaction. He seems to be deep in thought, looking at the page alongside you. 

“My one thing,” Chrollo says, and you brace yourself. “Napoleon is centuries after Tristan and Iseult, why would you use him as your defining timeline?” 

“Well, he’s a defining moment in French history, and I imagine if I’m focusing on courtly love and how it has to do with free will, I’ll also need to use Marie de France and Christine de Pizan, just to round it out and provide a woman’s perspective on the theme, but I could also use the Knight’s Tale from Canterbury Tales, which I know is on the reading list.” 

Chrollo’s face didn’t change from the thinking face he had on, intense and directly at the screen of your iPad. 

“Have you heard of the Knight in Panther’s Skin? You could probably use that instead of Canterbury Tales. It’s written by a Georgian poet, Rustaveli. Here.” Chrollo rolls his chair back, pulling out a pad of sticky notes and a pen from his bag, and scrawls down the information before handing it over to you. “If you prefer to read things not on screens, I can try to find you my copy. I’m sure it’s somewhere at home.”  

You accepted the sticky note with a grateful smile. “I’d actually really appreciate that.” Instinctively, you wanted to turn down the assistance, but you remind yourself that it’s okay to accept help, it’s okay to let people be kind to you, and, having Chrollo’s personal copy of a book filled you with a warm feeling inside. And, reading on your screens always made you tire faster, and you got distracted far too easily. 

The meeting came to a close, there was someone else waiting to meet with him, and Chrollo didn’t ‘want to keep you late for anything.’ How considerate. Gathering your things, you headed down to the library. You had class later and the homework due in two hours wasn’t going to start itself. 

As the due date approached, the days (and your meetings with Chrollo) were getting longer and longer. The weather was getting nicer, too, the birds were beginning to sing again, the squirrels were running amuck again, eagerly searching for fresh acorns. 

The windows to Chrollo’s office were open, and over the past few weeks books had slowly started to pile on the desk, various texts that appeared to be for other people’s essays. In the spring, Chrollo seemed slightly out of place among the warming temperatures, the pollen making his nose slightly red and the humidity making his skin glow. 

Having been done speaking about your essay and volleying back and forth small talk for a few minutes, you point casually to Chrollo’s bandana. “Can I ask?” 

Chrollo chuckles, a little self consciously. His fingers dip under the fabric, rubbing his forehead. “Only if you keep it a secret.”

“Oh, so it’s not a fashion choice?” You ask. 

“Well, it is. And I have a tattoo. It’s not very ...” He trails off. “Academically speaking, it’s very distracting.” 

You sat there for a moment, mouth slightly open. Slowly, you close it, remembering that you don’t want to catch flies. How cruel, even if you told people, no one would believe academic, attractive TA Chrollo would have a face tattoo. 

“I bet,” You agree. “Do you regret it?” 

A smile comes across his face, casual and a little bit nostalgic. “Not one bit.” 

Deciding to push your luck a bit, you ask, “Can I see?” 

His smile turned teasing. “If I showed you today, how would I know you’d come back next week to talk about your essay?” 

“As much as I enjoy it, these are mandatory for me to pass my class,” You remind Chrollo. While his face doesn’t quite change, there’s a murkiness in his eyes that appears. 

“I don’t think you need to worry about that, (Y/N),” Chrollo assures you, “You’re doing quite well.” His voice is serious and complete. Your parents really should have complimented you more growing up, given that the small assurance makes your stomach churn and butterflies swirl up into your ribs. 

Self consciously, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you place your iPad back in your bag. “Oh, thank you. It would be nice if my grade got updated, so I could see the proof. Well, let me not keep you for any longer--”

“You’re my last appointment of the day, let me walk out with you,” Chrollo says, collecting his things. He grabs a motorcycle helmet out from under his desk and your eyes widen, drunk off the knowledge you were now in possession of. “Are you heading off campus?” 

With a pleased smile on your face, you watch the late spring weather outside of Chrollo’s window as he reads over the final draft of your essay. It’s your last meeting, finals start next week, you’re so close to graduating you can taste it. Chrollo hasn’t said anything, he hasn’t typed any comments on the side. Instead, he has a calm look on his face as he reads through the paragraphs. 

Eventually, he sets your iPad back on the desk, an impressed look on his face. “I don’t have any critiques. You could turn it in right now, honestly.” 

You smiled. “You think so?” 

Chrollo nodded. “Definitely. Maybe add a title page, actually. But that’s it. It’s a very good essay.” 

“All thanks to you.” 

“Please, you did most of the legwork. I simply sat here.” 

Was it just you or was the tiny office incredibly hot? “Oh, let me give you back your book, I brought it with me.” 

You pull his copy of The Knight in Panther’s Skin out, handing it to him. He takes it, adding it to a stack of books that was next to his laptop. 

“I appreciate it. Most people try to keep them,” Chrollo says as a thank you. 

Honestly, you had been planning in it, but the entire thing was well worn and highlighted throughout, little notes in the side. “It seemed like it was a favorite. All my books that look like that ... I would be very upset if someone stole one.” 

“Ah, how considerate of you,” Chrollo says, voice gentle as the breeze outside. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but instead shakes his head slightly and wets his lips quickly. “Any post graduation plans?” 

Humming, you shake your head. “Not really. I have some pieces that are being published in June, but at the end of May I’ll start writing the, um, little horoscopes for the local newspaper, but other than that I’ll just be waitressing like normal.” 

Chrollo leans forwards in interest. “That doesn’t sound like ‘not really,’ (Y/N). It sounds like you have post graduation plans.”

Your face warms up. “I suppose so.” 

“Where do you work?” Chrollo asks. 

“At this little vegan bistro downtown.” 

Chrollo drums the pads of his fingers on his watch, thinking. “Are you vegan?” 

“What is this, twenty questions?” You ask. But you couldn’t even be mad at the questions, talking to Chrollo was as easy as the tides, and you couldn’t lie to yourself: you’d miss your weekly meetings with him. “But yes, I am. Dairy makes my skin break out really bad.” And puke, but you were not about to follow up your vegan statement with the fact you were lactose intolerant and actually followed the dietary restrictions. 

The two of you hold eye contact for a moment. 

“And I had cows growing up. I can’t just ... eat my friends,” You add, feeling a little self conscious. 

Chrollo’s eyes glance up and down, then to your hands, before back to your face. Poe would have a lot to say about his eyes. 

“How many questions have I asked?” Chrollo asks. 

You look up and to the right, trying to recount. “Not twenty.” 

Using his thumb, Chrollo mindlessly adjusts the large, silver ring on his middle finger. For all the hours you’d spent with Chrollo, this was the most nervous you had seen him. Honestly, you had never seen him nervous. 

“Something wrong?” You ask. 

“I don’t want to be a creep.” 

It feels like your entire brain stops. You’d read enough gas station romance novels, but you quickly swallow any assumptions. 

“Why would you be a creep?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

With a small chuckle, Chrollo straightens up a little. “If you’d let me, I’d like to take you out to dinner. After, of course, the next few days of testing.” 

You bite the inside of your lip to try and contain your smile, but are unsuccessful. “My last final is on Wednesday,” You say, “Give me your number.” 

Obviously pleased you hadn’t rejected him, Chrollo grabs a sticky note, starting to write down the digits. “Can I not have yours?” 

“I’ll text you when I’m done with my final,” You say, and Chrollo hands the sticky note off with a lazy smile. “And then you can take me out.” 

“I can’t wait,” Chrollo says, then stands with you. He crosses the room and opens the door. 

Standing in the doorway, there’s something horribly unscripted about it. You take a deep breath to try and squash the anxiety building in your chest, over nothing but a normal, human interaction. 

“Talk to you Wednesday,” You say. 

“Until then,” Chrollo confirms. The sparkle in his eyes hasn’t died out. 

You smile at him, and head out of the office and back outside. It smells like magnolias. Everything in your life feels in bloom for the first time in ages. 

part ii (coming soon) 

𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒛 𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂

[voidselfshipp]

A Second Chance

Cw: What If...? Spoilers, ask to tag.

||Summary||:after defeating ultron The Watcher awarded Dr.Strange( Evil!Dr.Strange in this case) a second chance at life.

Ok to rb.

After defeating ultron Stephen thought the watcher would send him back to his lonely prision of a dimention.

Yet, he was pleasently surprised when the watcher offered him a New home, on the condition that he wouldnt try what he did on his universe again. He accepted.

He was placed in a New universe, somehow his presence didnt seem to affect the timeline that much.

His life,however, got brighter the day he met her.

He still remembers the mustard yellow knee-leght dress she was wearing,Brown hair in a bun with wild strands on her face. Two big emerald eyes that cut through the darkness Like beacon. And a small sunflower tucked behind her ear.

--im Jerico lazaro stark!-- said she extending her hand-- youll be staying at the compound right?, its nice to meet you!

Stephen is taken back, for a moment he struggles to find his words-- im uh s Stephen strange..b but I guess you already knew that -- he looked away, centuries ( or what he assumed were centuries) of not talking to anyone really did mess up his social skills

Yet there was something different about this one.

Could it be? No... no it couldnt..

Or could it?.

-- its nice to meet you Stephen! Nat Will show you to your room, ill see you around...!

She flashes a smile towards him and walks away, leaving the sorcerer shaking in his boots, even all the way to his room he still thought about her.

He just laid on his bed, screaming into his pillow, exhasperated. After all these centuries he'd managed to already become attached to someone.

But how couldnt he get attached to her? Jerico was a sunshine, shed always say goodmorning to everyone, the room seemed to light up as soon as she stepped in. And over the course of the following weeks she'd become Stephens confidant, she was just so easy to trust.

And it only made his crush get worse, it grew bigger with each late night talks. But the last straw was the night he opened up about Christine and what he did to try and save her.

--i know youll think im a monster..I mean, how could you not?-- he said looking down at His hands-- I was so desperate...

Instead of harsh words he found himself in a hug, her hands gripped his back , fabric scrunching under her fingers. -- I think its amazing that youd go to such lenghts for someone, it really shows how much you can love-- she says looking up at him from his chest-- im not going to tell you that what you did was wrong,I Wont make you feel bad about your past because you already know you have learnt and grown and thats what ill judge you on

She gave him one of those smiles that made his heart do gymnastics, his hand shakily Grab her waist corresponding her hug and tears prickle at the corners of his eyes-- thank you-- he whispers against her hair.

He still was wary of how he was around her, he was terrifed that shed see his more "monstrous" side.

--strange? Where are you?-- jeri enters the sorcerers room, the lights went out and there was no power after Tony went overboard with a proyect, blowing the fuse box.

-- go away jerico-- Stephens voice cut through the silence like a sharp Knife, he was with his legs against his chest, and even if she couldnt see him, his back was facing her.

-- Stephen? Whats the matter? -- he heard the worry in her voice and only made him feel worse about himself, hurting her like that.

-- please...-- his voice was broken-- go away... I dont want you to see me like this...

The sorcerer heard his crushs steps closing in on him, he hides his face between his arms curling up.

--Stephen-- jerico was just besides him now, hand on his shoulder-- please youre worrying me...

With his body shaking he looks at her, his magenta eyes look at her, tentacles float behind him,she just scans his face, more like the outline of it and the three eyes.

-- is this what you didnt want me to see?-- she asks.

He nodds and looks away-- I dont want you to see me like this, I dont want to scare you...

His body Turned to her and he sits with his legs crossed.

-- Steph..you could never scare me-- she says sitting on his lap with a hand caressing his sharp cheekbones-- this side of you? I dont fear it, its still you

His shaking hands Grab her waist, jumping a bit when she kisses him, slowly he closes his eyes and kisses back, enjoying the moment and realizing how touch starved he was.

--Sorry im out of practice-- dr. Strange says meekly.

--really? Cause I think youre a good kisser-- jeri says hugging him-- I love you Stephen

He smiled, something he hadnt done in a while-- I love you too

They stayed like that for some more minutes, until finally they moved into bed to cuddle the night away.

Stephen hugged jerico protectively, and wrapped his monster wings around her. He finally had found love again.

[spirkbitch]

desire to fit into canon doesn’t really translate to actually fitting into canon, there are continuities they’ve established in snw and there are areas where you can tell they’re trying to stay true to canon, but that doesn’t overshadow all the areas where they aren’t.

i would hardly say they “hint at” spock and chapel in tos, that’s kinda the whole issue. he didn’t even know her first name at the beginning of tos (that can be debated but it very much looked that way to me) and she had a fiancé, if that were even a relationship to be expanded upon it wouldn’t have happened in a prequel.

and that’s not to say i take issue with the ship, just the fact that they’re attempting to establish it within a prequel, which cheapens their dynamic later. i don’t personally ship spapel but if i did i would still be upset with what they’re doing to it. establishing a relationship between them ruins their tos dynamic, it either makes spock look like an asshole or christine look like a creep. (like if they break up in snw then what? she goes off and gets a fiancé but then keeps flirting with and borderline harassing him after he’s shown no interest for years? or if they go the other way, maybe he leads her on all this time and then in tos he just tries to ignore it? either option ruins the characterization of one or both of them because we already know neither of them would be that cruel)

i can see why some people might like it but i can’t stand the idea of ‘playing around’ with canon characterizations of characters that already exist. if it is intended to be a prequel then allowing characters to be played as if they’re entirely different people makes no sense, i can see the appeal when they’re changing things that are areas you wanted to be changed (like with spapel, if you ship it then of course you’d like this change), but you should still be able to see why it upsets other people .

different interpretations have happened but throughout tos it is very much established that Spock isn’t very interested in romantic relationships except for when he was under the influence of something (drugs, spores, being put in the past, whatever), it’s strange to change that in a prequel, if it were a relationship to be established it would have made far more sense if it happened after tos rather than before.

Christine didn’t get very much character development in tos so i’m very glad for what development they’ve given her, I just wish it was actually her own story, not mostly still revolving around the same dude.

i also really dont like the take that they’re trying to “include everyone”. that’s a huge cop out, when telling any story, especially in an existing timeline/universe, you should know that you won’t appeal to everyone. snw is trying to play it safe, appeal to every fan possible and keep the show uncontroversial and safely conservative so it can keep airing. and that really upsets me when such a big point of star trek was to break barriers and show things in tv that no one else was showing at the time. Like tos was unbelievably progressive for its time and that just is not something i’m seeing in new star trek shows.

like we don’t need to act like they’re trying to appeal to everyone for some greater good, they’re doing it for money. They want to keep the show fun enough to keep new fans and use old characters to keep old fans, which would be a great tactic if they weren’t cheapening so many storylines in order to appeal to the greatest majority and make the most money.

I can see where people like it, it definitely seems like an enjoyable show in a lot of ways and i like the way they’ve dealt with some issues (like the plot hole you mentioned, also i haven’t watched it yet but the lower decks crossover looked really fun), and like you pointed out, i think having the characters know about their futures is a very interesting way to deal with the issue of getting invested in a story that is, for lack of a better term, doomed, and i love pikes characterization in that aspect too.

but we can still talk about the areas where they’re lacking, I’m glad you and so many others like what they’re doing with it. but i wouldn’t really call what they’re doing “taking the scenic route” when so much of what they’ve established has actively contradicted tos

snw could be so good if they just accepted their role as a prequel