#i hope you haven't read this already!

[kinnbig]

TRICK OR TREEEEEAT 💕🎃💕🎃💕🎃

HELLO HI THANK YOU BELOVED! here is some KenBig that I don't think I've shared with you before? this is from my huge canon-compliant Big-centric fic (lovingly known as the pain and sadness compilation).

some context: Big and Ken slept together just once, a week or so before this snippet takes place, after Big found out about Kinn and Porsche at the diamond auction.

putting this one under a readmore because it's a lil nsfw 👀🫣

The next time it happens, Kinn is in the hospital because he took a bullet for Porsche.

Big, Ken, and Arm are tense the entire drive back to the compound. The adrenaline stays in Big’s system all the way home.

Ken breaks the silence as soon as they’re alone in their room.

“Are you okay? You seem—”

Big cuts him off by crashing their lips together. Ken makes a surprised sound but melts into the kiss, going immediately pliant under Big’s hands.

Big’s not sure why he does it. The adrenaline is dying in his blood and anger is replacing it, loud and hard and boiling.

Kinn took a bullet for Porsche.

Anger and passion are not such different emotions when you boil them down. It’s hard to see where one ends and the other begins.

He’s rough with Ken; gripping him hard enough to bruise, shoving him forcefully into the door, kissing him with too much teeth. His hand, tangled in Ken’s hair, pulls sharply, eliciting a noise that seems to be half wince and half moan. Ken doesn’t complain, pushing into Big’s touch, tilting his head to expose his neck for Big to wrap his fingers around.

Big obliges, holding tightly, feeling Ken’s pulse flutter under his fingertips as he leans in. As Ken’s teeth graze his lower lip, Big wonders if resentment has a taste.

This time, he flips Ken onto his front and fucks him into his mattress, rough and angry and hard. Ken writhes beneath him, taking it, arching and moaning and cursing in an incoherent mixture of English and Thai and Big, Big.

For the first time since Ken started disappearing on his days off, Big feels a flash of jealousy deep in his chest. Big’s fucking him hard enough to hurt, nails digging into his flesh, fingers curled threateningly around his neck, and Ken’s twisting desperately beneath him, begging him not to stop.

Like he’s done this a lot.

Like he likes it like this.

Who has he been running to? Who else has been taking this from him?

Big tightens his grip on Ken’s neck, pushing his head down into the pillow, and shifts up higher on his knees behind him. The new angle forces him deeper and Ken groans, the sound muffled by the bedsheets.

Big pulls out before he comes, shoving Ken roughly onto his back so that he can spill across his stomach. Ken stares up at him, panting, and takes care of himself, his own release combining with Big’s on the hard planes of his abs.

Big turns away as Ken catches his breath. He can't keep looking at him. Not like this. Not laying exhausted and fucked-out and sullied with the evidence of Big’s transgression.

He heads straight for the shower without looking back.

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[hopeswriting]

Yuni mourns.

I wear your seastone in my veins (it's weighing me down) - @apiratefellinlovewithastar

[Gifs description copied from alt-text: They're of Uni | Yuni, from the anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn. A quote is written on each gif.

1: Uni stands with her back to the viewer, wearing the Giglio Nero Donna formal attire. The quote reads, "Warm isn't enough these days.".

2: Uni falls on her knees, a small ring of her flames around the pacifiers she's holding as she pours her flames in them. The quote reads, "her tattoo itches on her cheekbone, weighs on her like seastone.".

3: Uni stands in front of Lightning flames with her arms raised to either side, her face blank and her eyes empty even as the flames cut her cheek. The quote reads, "Her skin feels numb and her heart feels numb and her mind feels numb.".

4: Aria and Uni smile with their eyes closed, the gif starting with Aria before fading out for Uni to fade in instead. The quote reads, "green is starting to feel dull, like a lie.".

5: Uni closes her eyes, tear drops falling from them as she gets surrounded by darkness. The quote reads, "Yuni closes her eyes and takes a breath, thinks of everything she hasn’t seen but she has.".

6: Uni's clothes, her pacifier as well as the pacifiers from the other Arcobalenos fall on the floor, losing the shape of Uni's body wearing them. There's a close-up on the Sky pacifier. The quote reads, "Yuni is aware of her place in this world.". /End GD]

remember this? i reread the fic again and thought i could do birdie one even better <3

[weenwrites]

Happy Autumn Ween!! 🧡^_^

May I request a scenario where the human reader tells Bumblebee about how they love fall and they make a leaf pile together and it’s super fluffy? Thx 🙏

Autumn

Summary - Who knew a giant robot would like autumn so much? Characters - Bumblebee Content - Gen Category - Scenarios Trigger Warnings - None

✎ A/N: Sorry it took me an eternity to write, but I hope you enjoy it if you're still sticking around!

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

"Yeah, it's pretty, isn't it Bee?" Y/N grinned.

They cradled the yellowing leaf between their fingers for the bot to observe. Bumblebee gave a couple beeps in agreement before looking down to the forest floor which was painted with leaves of differing hues. With one swift brush of his hand against the ground, he scooped up a handful of yellow, orange, red, and brown leaves, and held it out to them like a puppy proud of what he's found. He gave a couple thoughtful beeps as he sifted through the colored leaves before looking to them quizzically.

"Oh, uh, the amount of sunlight that a plant gets will change with the seasons. Y'know, days get longer in the spring and summer, days get shorter in the fall and winter." They explained, propping their arm up on a rake's handle as they spoke. "During the shorter days, trees technically begin to 'hibernate' in order to conserve energy and last through the winter, so that's why it changes colors. The chlorophyll in the leaves are broken down, and the plant doesn't bother to replace them as it falls into hibernation."

He buzzed in response and gently tossed the handful of leaves up into the air, watching them shower down onto his plating and over Y/N's head and shoulders.

"Ah man, wait really? Not once in all the time you've been here? Come on that can't be true."

He nodded, buzzing all the while he watched the leaves drift down.

"Hmph, well, I suppose I shouldn't underestimate how annoying the 'cons can be... But hey! Today's your chance to enjoy fall to the fullest! And if anyone tries to take that away, I'll punt them with pine cones!"

The two laughed, and Y/N reeled their arm back to take a faux-throwing stance. Yet in that moment something seemed to spark in their mind as their eyes shot a little wider.

"Wait, wait, wait, watch! This is my favorite thing to do in the fall." They drew the rake across the grass, bringing all the leaves into one pile on the ground. "Hey, could you help me out real quick? Just scrape up the leaves into a pile."

Although confused, Bee continued to follow their lead anyway and drew his hands across the lengths of the forest floor to help the growing pile of particolored leaves. It wasn't long till the grass was once again visible, and a rather decently sized leaf pile had was formed thanks to their joint effort.

Y/N motioned for him to step back a little ways just as they stepped further from the leaf pile themselves, and once he was a good ways away they held their hands still.

"Ok, ok! You're good right there!" They called to him, "I'm gonna show you why I love fall so much, are you ready?"

He responded with a few befuddled beeps, yet got no response as they simply clenched their fists and bolted into the pile, diving in head-first and disappearing amidst the leaves. Bumblebee beeped in surprise and leaned here and there to better observe as they waded around beneath the crinkling leaves up until they popped their head out of the pile laughing.

"Bee! Come on, help me make another pile," they called to him as they waded out from the leaves, "and then you can jump in next!"

Bumblebee narrowed his eyes, the bright blue rings spinning and dimming, as he buzzed hesitantly and patted the ground.

"Ok, fair point, but you don't necessarily have to jump in like I did. You could just sit and lay down in the pile." They suggested as they worked, "as long as you send leaves flying in the air then you've properly enjoyed a leaf pile in my books."

And the same as before, the leaf pile once returned, though now it was noticeably bigger, as Y/N insisted upon covering more ground to make a "proper pile for someone Bee's size".

They now stood with baited breath and a smile that went ear-to-ear—a few meters away, but still watching nonetheless—as Bumblebee leaned back into the leaf pile with an audible thump that sent small tremors through the ground. The leaves were sent swirling up in the air all around him in these vibrant red, orange, and yellow hues, before beginning to fall to the ground like pieces of confetti.

Bumblebee craned his head up a the sound of their laughter, only to be met with them running to him through the leaves that showered down.

"Bee! Bee that was awesome!" They beamed as they began to clamber up onto his chassis, to which he gently helped them up as he now sat upright. "Did you like it?"

He stared at them for a second, then all around at the twirling leaves around them, and back at them before he began to nod and buzz. His beeps began to grow more and more enthusiastic till he scooped up what leaves remained on the ground beside him and tossed them up in the air again.

"Yeah." Y/N smiled, gingerly cupping either side of his face, "it really is pretty."

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

*thinking about the villains' tragic fates*

You know, their routes never really talk too much about their fates and how it effects them mentally. Or how the MC feels about it, and dealing with the fear and angst of it with the slight exception of William's route

*eyes widen*

... I think I know what the sequels are gonna be about

[sergle]

Worth mentioning that I'm partially switching doctors bc when I was running all over the place trying to get my surgery shit set up in time, and I went to the bloodwork lab for the second time, I vented just a little bit to the woman who's been working there a long time. being like. I've had to do this and that and my doctor said this and that he can't find this... and she was like Hmm. You have Dr. (name of my doctor), don't you?

[iguessitsjustme]

Me to Atom when he sat beside the trash can instead of getting in it

[novakiart]

Best spider man comic?

oh!! I'm going to stick to self-contained comics that you can just hop right into

i loooove the amazing spider-man annual #1 (2018) by saladin ahmed. the take on peter & venom's relationship (told through venom's pov) is really really good

peter parker: the spectacular spider-man #310 (2017) by chip zdarsky has been recommended a lot and for good reason!! strong emphasis on peter's relationship with average new yorkers (and vice versa). will make you feel feelings

spine-tingling spider-man #1-8 (2021-22) also by saladin ahmed is a great little self-contained story for spooky season!!! it's a marvel unlimited exclusive rn but physical copies are set to come out soon and a sequel is in the works!!! i love juan ferreyra's traditional art so much too

deadpool annual #2 (2014) by christopher hastings. ok I'm cheating because it's a deadpool story BUT it deals with peter's anxiety and spidey senses going rampantly out of control because he's 1) convinced random new yorkers are chameleon and therefore are out to get him and 2) he has not gotten any sleep because of this. deadpool as the voice of reason is pretty fun. it's just a lighthearted little one-off plot (bros keep bros secret identities safe)

mary jane & black cat: beyond #1 (2022) by jed mackay is also another cheat but you should read it anyway (don't let the bad cover dissuade you). peter is unconscious in the hospital and attracting unwanted attention because he's suspiciously got both mj and black cat looking after him, and their resulting team up dynamic is really fun! mackay's standalone black cat stuff is pretty great too

are these, like, the best spider-man's 60+ yr run has to offer? probably not! but they're fun little stories if you're dipping your toes into the comics

[meownotgood]

also I'll keep my thoughts about this in the tags, don't look if you don't want any leaked information, but the video of viktor's chinese voice actor.... have any of you seen it......... because.......

[catboytenya]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Florist Midoriya Izuku, Tattoo Artist Bakugou Katsuki Summary:

The jingle of the bell above the shop door rang out through the small shop, making Izuku look up from where he had been working. A gentle pink rose was in his hand as he was searching for the perfect spot to place it in the arrangement on the table in front of him. He had been working on it meticulously, since it was a special order for one of his regulars. He watched as Shouto, his friend, and employee, shook off his umbrella before dropping it into the umbrella bin by the door. He hadn’t even noticed it starting to rain outside, too engrossed in the task at hand.

“Did you see that the shop next door finally opens today?” Shouto asked, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up on the hook by the door.

“Hello to you, too, Todoroki-kun!” Izuku rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly at his friend as he slipped behind the counter where Izuku was currently working. “But yes, I did see. It’s a tattoo parlor, I think.”

[rayfishandchips]

this is so anime girl coded but miraculously no out of character for him. Someday I'll have to draw him as a mech anime girl.

Oh Roddy was so alive and young back in mtmte I wish nothing bad ever happens--- (rant in tags)

[hajihiko]

Insanely frustrating that blocking someone on main doesn't translate to sideblogs I think??

[theoldaeroplane]

nothing quite as vindicating as hearing a mostly unbiased third party describe my mother as "petty and immature" after meeting her only three times

[longagoitwastuesday]

So so indebted to u for posting those lovely illustrations from Cyrano <333 & even more so for yr tags!! I'm completely in love w yr analysis, please feel free to ramble as long as u wish! Browsing through yr Cyrano de Bergerac tag has given me glimpses of so many adaptations & translations I'd never heard of before! I'll be watching the Solès version next, which I have only discovered today through u ^_^ As for translations, have u read many/all of them? I've only encountered the Renauld & Burgess translations in the wild, & I was curious to hear yr translation thoughts that they might guide my decision on which one I buy first (not necessarily Renauld or Burgess ofc). Have a splendid day & sorry for the likespam! 💙

Sorry for the delay. Don't mind the likespam, I'm glad you enjoyed my tags about Cyrano, and that they could contribute a bit to a further appreciation of the play. I loved it a lot, I got obsessed with it for months. It's always nice to know other people deeply love too that which is loved haha I hope you enjoy the Solès version, it may well be my favourite one!

About translations, I'm touched you're asking me, but I don't really know whether mine is the best opinion to ask. I have read... four or five English translations iirc, the ones I could find online, and I do (and especially did, back when I was reading them) have a lot of opinions about them. However, nor English nor French are my first languages (they are third and fourth respectively, so not even close). I just read and compare translations because that's one of my favourite things to do.

The fact is that no translation is perfect, of course. I barely remember Renauld's, but I think it was quite literal; that's good for understanding the basics of the text, concepts and characters, but form is subject, and there's always something that escapes too literal translations. Thomas and Guillemard's if I recall correctly is similar to Hooker's in cadence. It had some beautiful fragments, some I preferred over Hooker's, but overall I think to recall I liked Hooker's more. If memory serves, Hooker's was the most traditionally poetic and beautiful in my opinion. Burgess' is a whole different thing, with its perks and drawbacks.

Something noticeable in the other translations is that they are too... "epic". They do well the poetic, sorrowful, grief stricken, crushed by regrets aspects of Cyrano and the play in general, but they fall quite short in the funny and even pathetic aspects, and that too is key in Cyrano, both character and play. Given the characteristics of both languages, following the cadence of the French too literally, with those long verses, makes an English version sound far too solemn at times when the French text isn't. Thus Burgess changes the very cadence of the text, adapting it more to the English language. This translation is the one that best sets the different moods in the play, and as I said before form is subject, and that too is key: after all, the poetic aspect of Cyrano is as much true as his angry facet and his goofy one. If Cyrano isn't funny he isn't Cyrano, just as he wouldn't be Cyrano without his devotion to Roxane or his insecurities; Cyrano is who he is precisely because he has all these facets, because one side covers the other, because one trait is born from another, because one facet is used as weapon to protect the others, like a game of mirrors and smoke. We see them at different points through the play, often converging. Burgess' enhances that. He plays with the language itself in form and musicality, with words and absences, with truths masking other truths, with things stated but untold, much like Cyrano does. And the stage directions, poetic and with literary value in their own right in a way that reminded me of Valle Inclán and Oscar Wilde, interact with the text at times in an almost metatextual dimension that enhances that bond Cyrano has with words, giving them a sort of liminal air and strengthening that constant in the play: that words both conceal and unveil Cyrano, that in words he hides and words give him away.

But not all is good, at all. Unlike Hooker, Burgess reads to me as not entirely understanding every facet of the characters, and as if he didn't even like the play all that much, as if he had a bit of a disdainful attitude towards it, and found it too mushy. Which I can understand, but then why do you translate it? In my opinion the Burgess' translation does well bending English to transmit the different moods the French text does, and does pretty well understanding the more solemn, cool, funny, angry, poetic aspects of Cyrano, but less so his devotion, vulnerability, insecurities and his pathetism. It doesn't seem to get Roxane at all, how similar she is to Cyrano, nor why she has so many admirers. It does a very poor job at understanding Christian and his value, and writes him off as stupid imo. While I enjoyed the language aspect of the Burgess translation, I remember being quite angry at certain points reading it because of what it did to the characters and some changes he introduces. I think he did something very questionable with Le Bret and Castel-Jaloux, and I remember being incensed because of Roxane at times (for instance, she doesn't go to Arras in his version, which is a key scene to show just how much fire Roxane has, and that establishes several parallels with Cyrano, in attitude and words, but even in act since she does a bit what Cyrano later does with the nuns in the last act), and being very angry at several choices about Christian too. While not explicitly stated, I think the McAvoy production and the musical both follow this translation, because they too introduce these changes, and they make Christian as a character, and to an extent the entire play, not make sense.

For instance, once such change is that Christian is afraid that Roxane will be cultured (McAvoy's version has that infamous "shit"/"fuck" that I detest), when in the original French it's literally the opposite. He is not afraid she will be cultured, he is afraid she won't, because he does love and appreciate and admires those aspects of her, as he appreciates and admires them in Cyrano. That's key! Just as Cyrano longs to have what Christian has, Christian wants the same! That words escape him doesn't mean he doesn't understand or appreciate them. The dynamics make no sense without this aspect, and Burgess (and the productions that directly or indirectly follow him) constantly erases this core trait of Christian.

Another key moment of Christian Burgess butchers is the scene in Arras in which Christian discovers the truth. Burgess writes their discussion masterfully in form, it's both funny and poignant, but it falls short in concept: when Cyrano tells him the whole discussion about who does Roxane love and what will happen, what they'll do, is academic because they're both going to die, Christian states that dying is his role now. This destroys entirely the thing with Christian wanting Roxane to have the right to know, and the freedom to choose, or to refuse them both. As much as Cyrano proclaims his love for truth and not mincing words even in the face of authority, Cyrano is constantly drunk on lies and mirages, masks and metaphors. It's Christian who wants it all to end, the one who wants real things, the one who wants to risk his own happiness for the chance of his friend's, as well as for the woman he loves to stop living in a lie. That is a very interesting aspect of Christian, and another aspect in which he is written as both paralleling and contrasting Cyrano. It's interesting from a moral perspective and how that works with the characters, but it's also interesting from a conceptual point of view, both in text and metatextually: what they hold most dear, what they most want, what most fulfills them, what they most fear, their different approaches to life, but also metatextually another instance of that tears/blood motif and its ramifications constant through the whole text. Erasing that climatic decision and making him just simply suicidal erases those aspects of Christian and his place in the Christian/Cyrano/Roxane dynamic, all for plain superficial angst, that perhaps hits more in the moment, but holds less meaning.

Being more literal, and more solemn, Hooker's translation (or any of the others, but Hooker's seems to love the characters and understand them) doesn't make these conceptual mistakes. Now, would I not recommend reading Burgess' translation? I can't also say that. I had a lot of fun reading it, despite the occasional anger and indignation haha Would I recommend buying it? I recommend you give an eye to it first, if you're tempted and can initially only buy one.

You can read Burgess' translation entirely in archive.com. You can also find online the complete translations of Renauld, Hooker and Thomas and Guillemard. I also found a fifth one, iirc, but I can't recall it right now (I could give a look). You could read them before choosing, or read your favourite scenes and fragments in the different translations, and choose the one in which you like them better. That's often what I do.

Edit: I've checked to make sure and Roxane does appear in Arras in the translation. It's in the introduction in which it is stated that she doesn't appear in the production for which the translation was made. The conceptualisation of Roxane I criticise and that in my opinion is constant through the text does stay, though.

[writtenmemxries]

silence the voices that haunt you inside

rated t | 5.7k words

"How are you doing, Diaz?"

Eddie turns his head towards the captain and takes in his sincerely concerned expression. He realises he hasn't seen him since the shooting.

He puts his hands in his pockets, breathing calmly. "I'm doing good," he replies, and takes a moment to appreciate the fact that it's the truth. "Really, I'm doing much better than I was just a year ago."

Mehta nods. "I'm glad, Diaz. Really."

Eddie smiles politely, ready to drop the subject. Then, "Good thing Buckley was there," Mehta adds, and it's so casual, like a thought pronounced aloud, that Eddie's brain takes a minute to process the words.

———

A story of poker nights, feelings realisations, breakdowns and PTSD.

6x13 speculation fic

“Are you sure it’s no bother?” Bobby asks again. 

He’s still wearing his uniform despite the shift having already ended and him and Eddie being the only ones of their team left. He has a pen sitting behind his ear, making him look more like an architect than a firefighter. The door to his office is ajar, and Eddie can only imagine how stressful it must be to fight fires and do paperwork in the meantime. (He’s kind of grateful Bobby has never considered him to become interim captain whenever the opportunity arose, if he’s being honest.)

Eddie fights the urge to roll his eyes at his captain – something about respecting your elders and all the kind of stuff you get taught in the army – and smiles instead, shaking his head in a fondly exasperated manner.

“Bobby, it’s fine,” he says.

“And Christopher—”

“—is at Pepa’s,” Eddie interrupts him. “I told you, it’s fine. You go have fun with Athena, I got it covered.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t find anyone else to pin this onto,” Bobby says, and by the way Eddie does roll his eyes this time, it’s probably the fourth time or something very close to that.

“Bobby,” Eddie groans. “We have Saturday night free and I’m the only one who’s unattached. Everyone else made plans, I get it.”

Bobby nods. Something in the way he slightly narrows his eyes tells Eddie that he’s not completely convinced, though, but he lets it slide.

“You could ask Buck to come with you. You know, keep you company. He’s… unattached, too,” he says, and if this wasn’t Bobby, a 50-something year-old man, Eddie would be sure that his tone was suggesting something that Eddie is not quite willing to discuss with his captain.

He laughs it off, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, sure,” he says, and he hopes Bobby doesn’t realise how dry his mouth suddenly is. “I’m sure we can find ourselves a couple of fancy suits.”

Bobby nods. He clasps a hand on his shoulder, thanking him, and walks back to his office.

Eddie grips his duffel bag tighter. He looks at Buck’s locker – the one that hasn’t been used in a while, the one they used to share – and finds himself pulling out his phone and sending him a message before he has the time to even think about it.

just got off shift. call me when you wake up, yeah?

[continue on ao3]

[i-am-agent-washingtub]

Took my little brother to school with me and all he did was nibble my homework >:(

[mortellanarts]

2023 go bye bye