#i ordered the blue one when midnights was released

[lovestory]

yo where Are those replica cardigans from 👀

loopsbybrandon.com! and they have a tiktok where you can see vids of them

[peachesofteal]

Fae!Price/female reader This is a little piece of Long and Lost from this world.

Inside the pub on main, there is a girl. 

She’s a normal girl, to most, perfectly ordinary in nearly every way. She works her job, sees her coworkers, visits the darkly lit bar for a pint every now and then. Within the throngs of people drinking and eating and laughing, she appears like any other. Dark eyes watching the television with mild interest, glancing across other people’s faces politely. A brown coat, dusky orange scarf, a pair of blue jeans. Black leather boots that are scuffed at the toe. She orders a beer, keeps to herself, and minds her manners. She blends in so seamlessly, you’d never take a second look her way if you were in this bar, drinking with your friends, having a laugh. 

The only thing that could possibly distinguish her, is the black ribbed turtleneck. The bartender has never seen in her any other shirt, even in the summer. He assumes it’s because she’s a creature of comfort who likes what she likes, the type who enjoys a staple piece. It’s how he thinks of her, whenever she settles herself at his bar. The turtleneck girl.

He doesn’t know the turtleneck hides the most unique thing anyone in this town would ever see. He doesn’t know that the skin beneath her jaw glows with a sea glass green mark, one that calls to a world beyond a veil, that shines like a lighthouse guiding its lover home through treacherous seas. A mark unique in its shape, size and power, unlike any of this realm, or any realm, save for one.

It’s nearly midnight when they arrive. 

Almost everyone has gone home for the evening, and only the bartender, the turtleneck girl, and the old man linger. 

When the bell chimes, they all glance at the newcomers, and only the girl does not say hello. She does not say anything in fact, choosing to look immediately down into her half empty pint, turning the options over in her mind. The bartender welcomes them, directs them to choose a place a sit, wherever they like, hospitality their kind does not deserve, a truth no one here could know, except for her. The back door is so, so close to where she’s perched, and she could make it, if she ran. If she flew, she could be outside the pub and over the rooftops in seconds, leaving this town to the ash, to the destruction that the 141 will surely wring from its bones, as they do most places, in most realms. 

A trace of power slithers across her skin. It’s a probe, an inquiry of some kind, scratching at the shell surrounding her magic, tapping against the ethereal light that sits trapped inside her chest. Her muscles tense, thighs shaking with the effort to hold still, hold her breathe, hold herself at bay. She wants to explode, wants to Shine inside this pub and shred the Fae hunters to pieces, wipe them from this plane of existence and send them back to their own. 

They’re war addicted, hungry beasts. They don’t belong here. 

But they’re not the only monsters in this room. 

She shoves the power away, shoves it as hard as she can, a pulsing shockwave that rattles the foundation, and leaps from her stool, sprinting out the back door, run, run, run-

She makes it as far as the alley before she feels the Prince’s sun kissed whip around her throat, jerking her backwards like an animal, restraints wrapping around wrists and legs, forcing her to her knees. 

Maybe if she begs, if she cries, they’ll let her go. They’ll spare her. 

“It’s not me.” She croaks, flexing against the sun searing rope that stays taut around her neck. “You’ve made a mistake. Release me.” 

“I don’t think so.” The Prince croons, smiling in a sick, sadistic way that turns her stomach. She rails against the binding, straining with everything inside of her, urging her power up through her pores, wings screaming beneath the sinew at her back. Shine, they cry. Shine and blow them all back to Faerie.

It’s no use. She’s no match for a single Fae in this world, let alone four of the most powerful, not with how weak she’s grown. 

The Captain settles himself on the pavement, bending at the knees, still straight backed and proud, blue eyes meeting her head on. He’s not afraid, does not tremble, does not falter before her like the others who have tried to collect their bounty have. 

“Fuck you.” She sniffs, turning her face away. The other three loom in the background, unmistakable now that they’ve dropped their Glamour. 

The Ghost.

The Chaos.

The Prince.

The 141, in the flesh. 

The Captain rises to his full height, motioning for the Ghost, some sort of magical bond sizzling through the air, communication that burns in the breeze on this cold winter’s night. “You’re in a lot of trouble, little angel. And so far from home, too.” He cocks his head, arms crossed across his chest, and she snarls, snapping her teeth.

“Keep your cretinous fucking hands off me.” She spits, and John Price only smiles, cupping her jaw in a wide, warm palm. 

“No.” 

[itsabardknocklife]

Things the Baldur's Gate Fandom Needs To Know About Mystra

The current Mystra is the third Mother of Magic and she was originally a mortal human woman named Ariel Manx.

Ariel was the second daughter of a wealthy merchant and she liked to sneak out at night to go partying in the clubs.

While out clubbing one night, Ariel - known as Midnight among her friends - met a conjurer named Tad who introduced her to magic and brought her to Mystra's temples.

When Ariel was 21, she attracted Mystra's attention and began to feel as though she were being watched. Whenever this happened, she found that her ability to cast spells increased and that spells that she once found difficult were much easier.

In 1358, when Ariel was 26, the ALL gods were cast out onto the Material Plane by Ao because Bane and Myrkul were being little shits and making yet another power grab, like they do.

The Original Mystra was extremely Unhappy about being thrown out of the heavens and tried to march back up the Celestial Stairway to reclaim her place of power.

Ao did not take kindly to this, and promptly had Helm kick her ass.

Unfortunately, Mystra dying is Bad For The Weave, and Ao had to replace her.

He picked Ariel.

When she was 26.

Immediately after she kicked Myrkul's bony ass in a duel that took place in the sky over Waterdeep.

In order to make the transition easier, Ariel took up the name of Mystra so that

27 years later, Cyric and Shar conspired to kill her so that Shar could take over as the Mother of Magic and spread her Shadow Weave over the land.

Instead of granting Shar control of the Weave the way she hoped, the new Mystra's death/disappearance caused the Weave to collapse, taking the Shadow Weave with it and kicking off what is known as the Spellplague.

Unlike the last two times Mystra was killed, everything went kind of nuts. Magic faded, blue fire raged across the land, killing everything it touched and then raising them into ghouls, the landscape became warped, it was Bad.

The only good thing to come out of the Spellplague was the Dragonborn, who were released from thousands of years of enslavement as a result of the blue fire blowing everything to shit. Hooray for the dragonborn!

Anyway.

Over the next hundred years, things calmed down and the magic… sort of returned, but there were a lot of changes to how magic worked. The Mother of Magic was a non-entity, her presence unfelt even by the famed Elminster of Shadowdale.

At least, not until 1479, when he found her possessing a bear and guarding a hoard of magic items she'd stashed while mortal.

She sent him out to go find new candidates to become her Chosen, and he came back a few weeks later after gorging on the magic of a few of Mystra's other Chosen and gave her enough juice to "return."

Three years later, the Second Sundering started when Bhaal's last two descendants fight to the death and resurrect him as a result.

At this point, ALL the gods are out there recruiting people to become their Chosen right, left, and center. It's a race to become the strongest god in the pantheon, with the winners being decided based on who has the most followers.

This goes on for five years, with the Second Sundering coming to a close in 1487. This was when Mystra became fully restored as a Goddess, with the Weave returning to its original strength.

Over the next two years, MOST of the gods drop their Chosen like they're hot and go quiet, resulting in the rise of clerics as mortals struggled to understand why the gods' behaviors changed so drastically from before.

Mystra was actually one of the few who kept in contact with her Chosen while a few others (such as Ellistraee and the Dead Three) chose to remain on Toril in Avatar form.

In the year 1491, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep finds the Netherese Orb and has his silver flame (the mark of Mystra's chosen) consumed by it.

12 years after Mystra - once the mortal woman known as Ariel Manx - recovered from her near-death experience.

Please, I am begging you. Stop portraying Mystra the Ultimate Evil and Gale as her Innocent Victim. Their whole relationship is so much more complex than that. Mystra put so much trust in Gale and simply asked that he not cross her boundaries in return, and Gale, in his own words, "sought to cross [those] boundaries." He's a man who heard no and decided that he wasn't going to stop trying until that no became a yes.

I'm not saying Gale is the villain in this, but I am saying that both Gale and Mystra are complex individuals who are both flawed in different ways, and reducing them down to Good and Bad is doing them a disservice.

[hellsburners]

soft release

summary: steven got a little rough with this one pairing: steven grant x male reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+ warning, s3x, top!steven, rough stuff, nods to comic steven, maybe ooc idk a/n: based on this request.

masterlist | more moon knight

His silence was deafening, all you could hear was the sound of the car speeding through the streets of London. His hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. Your hands were cold and clammy. 

You were on the way home from a gala with your partner, famous museum curator, Steven Grant of the National Art Gallery. The gala featured new historical findings from a site in Egypt funded by the Grant Foundation. 

There were at least fifty people in the museum. Everyone was clad in pristine clothing, gowns, and expensive suits drinking equally expensive champagne. You came as Steven’s partner, a surprise to a lot of his colleagues. He wore a dark pinstripe tuxedo with the brightest white tie, his shoes were polished so bright it shone under the moonlight. 

He made you wear a similarly luxurious midnight blue tuxedo that complemented his. He introduced you to the other curators in Europe. You tried not to get bored but it definitely was. Steven said he hated it himself. You anxiously downed a few glasses of champagne, which you eventually regretted.

He was still silent when you arrived at the manor, removing his coat and his tie. He looked at you with his sunken eyes, a glare you would only see from Marc but you knew it was still Steven. He licked his lips and let out a sigh.

“If this is about earlier—” you tried to say, but Steven pulled you into your shared bedroom, your back against the hardwood door. 

“Flirting with my co-workers, ‘Do you think that was nice of you, love?” he said, his face so close to yours you could feel his warm breath on your lips. His hand is above your shoulder.

You shook your head, speechless. “Don’t think so,” he pulled back and went onto the bed removing his silver cufflinks. “Come here,” he gestured to the bed, his voice deep and serious, like a general giving away orders. 

“I’m so sorry—” you uttered. He let out a few tsks before pulling his belt off. On the usual, it would be you who would be the more aggressive when it comes to stuff like this. You went to sit on the edge of your white king-sized bed, Steven looking down on you with shadows in his eyes. 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, it was so warm against your skin. His thumb went to your lips as he bent down to kiss you. You let out a soft moan as his lips left yours. He smirked. “Can we play?” he asked. You nodded before he placed his tie around your eyes, it was soft against your nose bridge and your temples. 

Steven started to undress you, your shirt, your pants, your underwear. Before he laid you down he took the tie around your neck and wrapped it around your wrists and secured it with a knot. He gently placed you against the wide bedspread, your arms above your head. 

“I hated the way he looked at you, the way he touched your hand as he talked to you,” he whispered in your ear leaving wet kisses around your neck. You could feel the stubble prick your skin. “Is it fair, my love? To let me see all that?” he said. You shook your head before he spun you around so your face faced the sheets, your ass cold against the air. 

He smacked your rear with a loud clap, like a thunderstrike. A red print is left on your skin. He massaged it with a grip that grew tighter and tighter. You let out a cry from impact, tears forming in your eyes. Steven knew how much this might have shocked you, how it wasn’t really like him. But he saw the way that man looked at you, filled with so much lust and want, he wanted to hurt him. “Shit, I’m so sorry love was that too much?” he shakingly said. 

“No, it—it’s good I liked it,” you witnessed a new side to him, your sweet and soft-spoken boyfriend was now all rough with you. You felt your center turn and harden. Steven’s own hardness grew, the visual of you prone on the bed bound and blindfolded, he cursed. It was Marc’s idea. He heard him whisper it in the car. Do it, teach ‘em a lesson.

“You’re so naughty, what will I do without you, love?” he said as he undressed his trousers. He bent down to kiss your nape, you could feel his tip rub against your back, leaving a wet trail. He took some lube and prepared your hole, his big digits inserted in you opening you up. He left kisses against your ass, leaving a few bites. You wince from the slight pain. 

You hear a foil wrapper being opened and an elastic being stretched. “Can I be rough with you?” he said, you let out a whiny yes. He gently pressed into you, his hardness entering you. The two of you let out a loud groan, his hands gripping your waist. 

He proceeded to thrust into you with fervor, he let out loud needy noises. You could feel his fingers press into your hip bones, his skin slapping into yours through each thrust. You could feel the hard tip ram into your most sensitive spots. You cried out curses and his name. The bed started to creek and rock back and forth, your fingers dug into the soft sheets. 

The sheer amount of force he was letting out was enough to push you to the edge, you could feel your cock leak so much pleasure. Stop, he’s close, a voice whispered to Steven. He pulled out, you let out a sob from the loss of sensation. 

“Steven—babe,” you were a whimpering mess.

“Not yet pretty, ‘need to show you how mad I am right now,” he sulked before turning you over and placing hips between your legs. He started to press wet kisses around your torso, his tongue playing with one of your nipples. The lack of vision made your whole body feel much more sensitive. 

Your bound hands tried to touch his hair as he kissed you down to your leaking cock, he swiftly took your wrist and pinned them back above your head. He went to kiss around your neck, his hand going to your cock, he stroked it so fast, and with the precum, it was so slippering you were sure you’d finally cum. He stopped when your legs began to close, you let out another cry. 

“You’re leaking so much, love. No one can make you like this but us.” 

“I know—”

“Just the three of us for you. Is that not enough?”

“You’re m—more than enough.”

“So it won’t happen again?” he sounded like he was begging, pleading for you to only care for him. 

“Yes—”

The moment you gave out your answer he pressed his cock again to your hole and began to fuck you again. He was harder, it was stiff around your rear, but pleasurable sliding across your muscles. His hip bones clashed against your skin, wet sounds filled the room. Your eyes rolled back from the sensation, your legs trembling. 

The constant rubbing loosened the tie from your eyes, you saw Steven covered in sweat, glistening under the moonlight. His curly hair was all tousled and the veins in his hands were visible as it held your waist. He looked at you and noticed that you could finally see him. He placed a wanton kiss on your lips, it was lousy at best but filled with so much want. You placed your hands around his head and pulled him close. 

He untied you and your hands began to snake across his wide back. The feeling of his cock inside you was starting to make your head feel light, your eyes half-lidded and your toes curled. You were a moaning mess under him. 

He whispered that he was close. His thrusts became erratic but still hard. You asked if you could ride him and he obliged. You began to ride him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Your hips moved up and down, his hands clenched on your ass. The two of you shared one last kiss as he came inside you, your own cum shooting on your torsos. You felt the room darken as your eyes closed. 

You woke up to the room still dark, the moon shone on the window. You felt a cold wet towel on your rear. It was Steven, cleaning you up as he pressed soft kisses on the redness around your waist. 

“You’re awake,” he said, placing the wet towel on the basin near the bed stand. “‘Sorry if it was too much.”

“Marc got you into this?” you giggled. He nodded like a scolded puppy. You stroke his wet hair before you place a light kiss on his lips. “Cuddle me into bed then, my body is sore,” you said as he took out your softest blankets and covered your naked bodies. He peppered you with kisses before you went back into slumber. 

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[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)

(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)

Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!

You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way. 

“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh. 

Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room. 

You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark. 

Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind. 

You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest. 

“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic. 

The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone. 

“It's you and me, that's my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)

It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you.” 

The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette. 

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil” 

You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again. 

“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing. 

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith” 

You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again. 

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you” 

You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him. 

You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly. 

“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.

[whitemancumslut]

REQUEST ALWAYS OPEN

kiss her & don’t tells= pink

instagram blurb= blue

not released yet/ ☓= red

LONG HAIR HARRY↓

Temporary Fix *

summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmate’s girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.

PRINCE HAIR HARRY ↓

Grounded *

summary: in which your boyfriend skips a party to be with you.

Attention Span of A Goldfish *

summary: harry proves his point.

Good Boy *

ask: Subrry so gone that he keeps eating you even after you have already cum and are overstimulated but he can’t stop because he just wants to be a good boy for you 😩 I HOPE YOU ARE WELL

LOVE ON TOUR↓

Harryween *

summary: y/n loves harry’s costume.

Midnights *

summary: in which, harry is horny late into the night.

Orgasm Denial w/ Subbry *

ask: su -susss-sub harry pls mama pls pls PLEASE IM BEGGING BANGING MY FIST AGAINST THE GROUNG

Tripping, Falling

summary: subspace blurb

Happy new year

summary in which harry and y/n celebrate their second new years together and y/n makes a big decision in order to keep her and harry’s relationship alive.

DAD!HARRY↓

Harry’s Daughters

Stranger Things Release + Dating Rumors

Los Angeles Residency 4 and 5

(better together series)

PHH/LHH as a dad

Santa Baby *

summary: In which, the Styles’ family is spending their first Christmas in one their homes, in Y/n’s hometown, Boston.

WORST DADDY EVER

summary in which Angel is upset with her father and calls him the worst dad ever.

LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO *

summary: harry and his wife have kitchen sex

The Start of HS4…

HUSBAND!HARRY

Pregnancy Announcement Extended

Los Angeles Residency 4 and 5

Grammys ‘23

summary harry and y/n are up against each other.

The Start of HS4

SOON TO BE DAD!HARRY

Pregnancy Announcement Extended

NERD!HARRY↓

The Cute Tutor *

summary harry is completely obsessed with y/n. but when harry volunteered to be y/n’s tutor just as an excuse to see her every week, he had no idea having an attraction to someone you’re tutoring would become such torture. but harry is completely oblivious to y/n’s flirtatious manner towards him.

cw: phone sex

BOYFRIEND!HARRY↓

Open *

Best of Friends

summary actress!singer!reader is best friends with the one and only harry styles. many suspect romance between the two… but can you blame them? here are some of their birthday post for each other throughout the years💕 face claim, gracie abrams

Princess Treatment

18+ subspace aftercare with no plot

Subrry x Mean!Y/n

ask: can you please write subrry with mean dom y/n? <33 i feel deprived of subrry lately 😭

Precious *

summary In which Y/n is busy and isn’t able to tend and take care of a small sensitive Harry.

Breed Me *

summary: Harry breeds his wife with baby #2

Sad Harry (blurb)

summary harry’s sad and doesn’t know why.

DAD’S BESTFRIEND!HARRY↓

Beautiful Corruption *

You’re Pretty When You Cry *

CHEATER!HARRY↓

Party Pleaser

summary: where y/n tends to think she can blackmail harry to get what she wants but harry puts her in her place awfully quick by making her plead for a gut wrenching orgasm.

ALL MINE *

PROFESSOR!HARRY↓

Edge of Seventeen

BEST FRIEND’S DAD↓

Relentless *

Better Than Me*

DADDY!HARRY↓

Play Date ft. Zayn Malik *

EX BOYFRIEND!HARRY ↓

BAD KIND OF BUTTERFLIES *

summary:

OLDER!HARRY↓

Relentless *

Better Than Me *

FWB!HARRY↓

SHOULD’VE SAID IT *

summary: In which Harry and Y/n had a situationship a few months back. Y/n gets a new boyfriend who she claims she loves deeply but when Harry comes back and they hook up it makes all of his feelings for her suddenly come back. But Y/n claims Harry is too late.

STEPBROTHER!HARRY↓

WHOSE GONNA BRING THE POP TO THE CINEMA?

ask: HEYYY!! I LOVE your writings! can you please write one, where they fuck in the cinema OR ANY PUBLIC SEX? Either stepbrother h or dbf harry. I don’t care which one you choose, I just want that to happen.

FRAT BOY!HARRY↓

LAST CHRISTMAS

summary In which Harry and Y/n had relationship troubles last christmas and are excited to celebrate their first christmas together.

FETUS!HARRY↓

GANG!HARRY↓

STEPDAD!HARRY↓

PORNSTAR!HARRY↓

LIVE ON TOUR↓

BROTHER’S BESTFRIEND↓

[defjux]

Here's 100 of the albums from 2024 that i''ve enjoyed the most: 50 hip hop records, and 50 albums in other genres. There's still a ton of stuff I haven't gotten to yet or need to revisit, but i'm feeling pretty good about this and don't think too much would change aside from the order. Insane year for music overall, and surely there will still be some big releases in the next two months. Biggest surprise for me was definitely The Cure making a comeback after almost two decades and putting out their best album since Wish. I'm also convinced that Robert Smith is an actual vampire. he still sounds great after all this time. Charts with album titles included Again, i'm sure there's plenty of stuff that has gone under the radar for me so as always i'm open to recommendations. Let me know what your favorite records are, i'd genuinely like to know. I'll post the list of albums below, and maybe at the end of the year will do some kind of spotify playlist with one or two songs from each. Peace.

Hip hop:

ELUCID - REVELATOR

Ka - The Thief Next To Jesus

AKAI SOLO - DREAMDROPDRAGON

Mach-Hommy- #RICHAXXHAITIAN

Cavalier - Different Type Time

The Fortunate Ones - RESIN

Armand Hammer - BLK LBL

Dead Players - Faster Than the Speed of Death

ShrapKnel - Nobody Planning To Leave

Sunmundi & klwn cat - Lived and Born

Desert Camo - Desert Camo

Nakama - EMBERGO_

Lee Scott - To Tame A Dead Horse

Joshua Virtue - Black Box: JOSHUA IS DEAD

Freddie Gibbs - You Only Die ince

Navy Blue - Memoirs in Armour

Phiik & Lungs - Carrot Season

Nickelus F - MMCHT

Nuse Tyrant - Juxtaposed Echoes

Mary Sue - Voice Memos From A Winter In China

DJ Muggs & Raz Fresco - The Eternal Now

Revival Season - Golden Age of Self Snitching

Midnight Sons - Money Has No Owners

Tyler, the Creator - Chromakopia

Sasco - The Hottest Year on Record

Boldy James & Conductor Williams - Across The Tracks

Hester Valentine - Valenta

Mavi - Shadowbox

Serengeti - KDIV

JPEGMAFIA - I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU

Rap Man Gavin & postureless - Memories, Dreams, Reflections

yungmorpheus - WAKING UP AND CHOOSING VIOLENCE

Sadistik & Maulskull - Oblivion Theater

Roc Marciano - MARCIOLOGY

R.A.P. Ferreira - the First Fist to Make Contact When We Dap

Deca & Dealz - Bough

Nxworries - WHY LAWD?

Oddisee - And Yet Still

Rich Jones & SINAI. - Sour Dub

Lupe Fiasco - Samurai

Noveliss & Hir-O - Cyberpunk Rhapsody

Cavalier & Quelle Chris - Death Tape 2: We Gon' Need Each Other

Killah Priest - Abraxas Rebis Simha Pleroma

Vince Staples - Dark Times

Kooley High & Tuamie - All Infinite

MIKE & Tony Seltzer - Pinball

Daniel Son & Futurewave - BUSHMAN BODEGA

Vic Spencer & August Fanon - Psychological Cheat Sheet 5

Jack Jetson & Illinformed - Winter Forever

bromethugzine - THUG ZINE issue 002: WORLD-SPIRIT

Everything else:

Chelsea Wolfe - She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She

Iglooghost - Tidal Memory Exo

chat pile - Cool World

Frail Body - Artificial Bouquet

The Cure - Songs Of A Lost World

Trauma Ray - Chameleon

Terry Green - PROVISIONAL LIVING

Gouge Away - Deep Sage

Thou - Umbilical

ØKSE - ØKSE

Tenue - Arcos, bóvedas, pórticos

Krallice - Inorganic Rites

Nala Sinephro - Endlessness

Punchlove - Channels

Milton Nascimento & Esperanza Spalding - Milton + esperanza

Arooj Aftab - Night Reign

Hammok - Look How Long Lasting Everything Is Moving Forward For Once

Blood Incantation - Absolute Elsewhere

Crumb - AMAMA

Kamasi Washington - Fearless Novement

Fievel Is Glauque - Rong Weicknes

Camila Bañados - Viento 1.

julie - my anti-aircraft friend

Oranssi Pazuzu - Muuntautuja

Skee Mask - Resort

Mary Halvorson - Cloudward

Infant Island - Obsidian wreath

Blushing - Sugarcoat

Godspeed You! Black Emperor - NO TITLE AS OF 13 FEBRUARY 2024 28,340 DEAD

MAGDALENA BAY - Imaginal Disk

Leaving Time - Angel in the Sand

Joel Ross - nublues

Both Gibbons - Lives Outgrown

geordie greep - The New Sound

Nilüfer Yanya - My Method Actor

Nails - Every Bridge Burning

Hiatus Kaiyote Love Heart Cheat Code

Liana Flores Flower of the soul

Babii - Daredeviil2000

Blind Girls - An Exit Exists

HERIOT - Devoured by the Mouth of Hell

Julia Holter - Something in the Room She Moves

Cindy Lee - Diamond Jubilee

Melt-Banana - 3+5

Ulcerate - Cutting The Throat Of God

Spirit of the Beehive - YOU'LL HAVE TO LOSE SOMETHING

Hannah Frances - Keeper of the Shepherd

Ginger Root -Shinbanguni

Martha Skye Murphy - Um

Pluma - Não Leve a Mal

[smirkingkitten]

Hello people of this beautiful corner of the internet, hello SAS, hello everyone,

Over the past half-year, I've been immersed in this corner of the internet. I've always been a silent member, but I'd like to change that now. I want to interact with you.

I'm 26 years old, from Germany, and unfortunately, I didn't pay enough attention in my English classes. However, I'm willing to learn, and I appreciate your understanding and corrections of my poor English. Thanks to you, I've already improved my English significantly.

Regrettably, I haven't been giving much thought to the Marvel films until last year when I started watching every Marvel film in chronological order. After some dramatic hair flips, I fell in love with a certain god and then with the most handsome man in the world. How could I not? So, it was practically impossible not to end up on Tumblr.

Now I'm determined to consume every film and other content with Tom Hiddleston in it, but sometimes it's much easier to watch every meme and GIF about a film than to actually find it years after its release.

Do you have any tips for me on where I can watch, for example, 'Only Lovers Left Alive,' 'The Deep Blue Sea,' or 'Midnight in Paris'? And is it possible to watch 'Betrayal' or 'Coriolanus'?

I love fics that feature Tom, Loki, or any of his characters in: get together/love confession, dom/sub dynamics, slow burn, smut, or both in one, enemies-to-lovers, he is a vampire and fics with a happy ending. Most of all, I'm a sucker for Professor Hiddleston. I absolutely adore the age difference and the forbidden aspect. I mean Tom with his long, curly hair, glasses, and a suit; I just can't help myself.

Thanks to many incredible writers among you, I've learned about my sexuality and what I want. I'm not a 'lifeless body in bed', I'm simply a sub, a little bit kinky sub.

Some of them, as well as a few others I appreciate: @fanficshiddles @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @shiningloki @lov3nerdstuff @mischief2sarawr @holdmytesseract @wheredafandomat @lokischambermaid @tinchentitri @mochie85 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @simplyholl

Thank you, girls.

Although I've been here for a while now, I haven't fully figured out Tumblr yet. For example, how do I insert images? Do I need to download them beforehand? Or how can I add a link instead of a plain URL in my description? Also, how do you handle it, when you want to save a fic or later?

Now, let's chat and, most importantly, let's obsess together.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Nobody Gets Me

AN: All the feels 🥺

Synopsis: You and Jack dated for three years and everyone had it in their mind that the two of you would last forever. That wasn't the case and after five years you have finally released your second album and Jack realizes nobody gets you like he does

Pairing: Ex-boyfriend!Jack Harlow x Ex-girlfriend!Reader

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yourinstagramname: I'm backkkkkkkkk!

Did you miss me? Because I sure did miss yall 🥺

SOS is out and it's been a long time coming. Thank you to everyone who made this album possible and giving me the confidence to tell my story even if some aspects still hurt. But it's necessary in order for me to heal. Deluxe version coming soon. Until then, enjoy 😉 

normani: the queen has returned!

druski2funny: how about that date now?

yourinstagramname: druski2funny don't get blocked

jackharlowsource: druski2funny everyone knows that she's jack's girl and uhhhh has anyone told him?!?! because AHHHHHHH!!!!!!

yournamesource: I already know this album is 10/10

Jack was surprised when he opened instagram and saw that you had dropped an album out of the blue after five years. 

No promotion or anything.

Once you had gone ghost after your relationship crumbled, it was like you had fallen off the face of the earth.

Jack couldn’t find you no matter how much he tried, he eventually gave up and everyone around him had witnessed how big of an impact that had on him.

The two of you had been together when your first album dropped and for three years in total. After the break up, you went ghost for two years while Jack tried to distract himself with any and everything to take his mind off of you.

He had it in his mind that you were his soul mate and didn't think that the two of you would have ended up on such bad terms. Too many things got in the way of your relationship and it seemed like when one aspect was repaired, another one would come into play and cause tension.

Jack loved you or he loves you rather and only wanted the best for you even if that didn't include him. No matter how hard that would be for him to witness. He still walked around with your engagement ring and took it out to look at it from time to time to look at it. He knew that you would have said yes if it wasn't for certain rumors floating around about him at the time when the two of you were at odds.

He had proposed to you and all you did was go on tour to distract yourself from the rumors that were surrounding your boyfriend.

He cheated

He had gotten someone pregnant

He had multiple side pieces

It was way more than you could take and couldn’t stomach being married to someone who you didn’t think was telling you the truth at the moment. 

But the thing is that…. He was.

He had never cheated, had never stepped out on you or got anyone pregnant.

But he understood why you told him no.

But he held out hope to be able to put that ring on your finger one day. 

It was around midnight and he began listening to your album, literally ten minutes after he had seen that you dropped it.

He had missed hearing the sound of your voice.

Especially when you would sing to him in the middle of the night when he woke up from a nightmare.

It was always you.

Always.

Jack had been enjoying the album so far and knew that there were certain lines about him and your other ex- boyfriend Devin who was a piece of shit and didn't deserve you.

You would tell him about certain things that happened between the two of you and Jack made it up in his mind to never put you through that again.

But, Jack probably didn't deserve you either.

His breath hitched when he got to Nobody Gets Me.

This is the one.

The one that was about your relationship and how other things got in the way of your happiness.

Took a long vacation, no makeup, just Jay Z

You were balls deep, now we beefing

Had me butt naked at the MGM

So wasted, screaming, "Fuck that!"

Blurry now, but I meant it then

Hurry now, baby, stick it in

'Fore the memories get to kicking in

It's too late, I don't want to lose

What's left of you

How am I suppose to tell you

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me?

Nobody gets me like you

How am I supposed to let you go?

Only like myself when I'm with you

Nobody gets me, you do

You do

Nobody gets me, you do

You do

Nobody gets me, you do

You do

Nobody gets me, you do

Took me out to the ballet

You proposed, I went on the road

You was feeling empty, so you left me

Now I'm stuck dealing with a deadbeat

If I'm real, I deserve less

If I was you, I wouldn't take me back

I pretend when I'm with a man it's you

And I know that it's too late, I don't want to lose

What's left of you

How am I suppose to tell you

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me?

Nobody gets me like you

How am I supposed to let you go?

I only like myself when I'm with you

Nobody gets me, you do

You do

Nobody gets me, you do

You do

Nobody gets me, you do

You do

Nobody gets me, you do

Nobody gets me, you do

Jack remembers how you would tell him all the time, "nobody gets me how you do and I love you for loving me."

Jack listened to the song on repeat until sleep overtook his body.

When he woke up later that day, he had a full day ahead of him. Multiple appearances and interviews. Urban had been eyeing him the entire morning and knew that he had listened to your album and was waiting for him to say something about it. 

Urban and the rest of PG had it on repeat since it had dropped and knew Nobody Gets Me was about Jack. 

It was obvious and there was no way to get around it.

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yourinstagramname: nobody gets me, you do 💖

jackharlowsource: I'll be the one to say it. THIS IS DEFINITELY ABOUT JACK! NO DOUBT IN MY MIND!

normani: so happy you're back we missed you and your beautiful voice!

2forwoyne: I've had the album on repeat since it dropped. so proud of you.

urbanwyatt: our girl is back 😭

yournamesource: OH and jackharlow liked it! okay now, so can my favorite couple get back together please?!

dojacat: this song gets me in my feels

jackharlow: 💖

jackharlowsource: did yall see that?!? I KNOW YALL SAW THAT AHHHHHH OMGOMGOMGOMG IT'S HAPPENINGGGGG

quiiso: jackharlow 👀

Jack was currently scrolling on his phone and came across the sneak peek of your music video. He kept watching it over and over again until Urban broke the silence.

"Call her."

"She doesn't want to talk to me."

"That song says otherwise. Come on. We ALL know that's about you."

"And what am I even supposed to say?"

"That you still love her! You haven't even looked another girl's way since the two of you ended and she basically fell off the face of the earth. I know she wants to talk to you."

"And what even makes you think that?"

"Because I messaged her and congratulated her on the album. I also mentioned how miserable you were and acted like a lost puppy without her."

"URB!"

"What? I did nothing wrong and I'm tired of your ass being depressed."

"I don't even know where to start."

"How about this? Hi, hello, I miss you, I love you and we should have been married by now. That option is still on the table because I still have your engagement ring."

"URBAN!"

"Did I lie?"

"No, but…"

"Stop being scared and go get your girl back."

A few days had passed and Jack found himself hovering over your number in his phone but never pushing it to call you.

Until Urban came up behind him and reached across to push it for him.

"Fuck! Urb!"

"It's dialing. Can't wait to hear about yall being back together. I'm about to go smoke." 

Urban left and then Jack heard your soft voice come through the phone and his heart did a backflip. 

"Hello?"

"Um, hey."

"Hi, it's actually really good to hear your voice. Didn't realize how much I missed it." You confessed as you were sipping on your matcha latte. 

"Me too. I wanted to call you and tell you how proud I am of you. The album is amazing and it’s been on repeat since it came out."

"I'm proud of you too Mr. First Class. And your Grammy nominations. You deserve all of it and more."

"Wouldn't be here without you though."

It was silent for a few seconds before you piped up.

"I'm just going to go ahead and say it. Fuck it."

"Say what?" Jack curiously asked and his heart rate sped up, nervous about what you were going to say. 

You couldn't help but to let a few tears fall and was thankful that Jack couldn't see you at the moment.

Thank goodness this wasn’t a facetime call. 

"How much I fucking miss you. I know it's been two years and I… I swear that they have been the hardest two years of my life. Because I didn't plan on you not being in it."

There it was.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and needed him to know that. 

"I can't even begin to tell you how much I miss you too. Are you in L.A. by any chance?"

"I will be tomorrow."

"I need to see you in person to be able to tell you all of this." 

"Do you still remember how to get to my condo?"

"How could I forget?"

"I'll be there by 3 pm."

"Can't wait to see you."

When you had landed in L.A., your heart was skipping beats at the thought of seeing Jack after two years.

Once you had reached your condo, you had taken a shower and put on some comfy clothes as you waited for Jack to get there. You flipped through Netflix in the hopes of finding something interesting to watch and decided on Boo Bitch. You were deep into the third episode when there was a knock at the door.

Here goes.

You made your way over to the door and peeked to see that it was in fact Jack. You let out a breath that you didn't realize you were holding and opened the door.

Jack did nothing but smile at you before he brought you into a hug. You don't know how long the two of you were standing there but you knew it had to have been a few minutes. 

You took his hand and led him to one of the couches in the living room. 

"It's so good to see you." Jack quietly said before grabbing your hand.

"You too."

"I.. I have to tell you this before I freak myself out into not saying anything." Jack said while holding your hand tighter.

"I'm listening."

"Nobody Gets Me."

You simply nodded as you were attempting to not let any tears fall. There was so much that you wanted to say, but now that he was in front of you it seemed like you froze up and was happy that he wanted to talk first. 

"I don't think you realized the huge impact you had on my life. I tried dating after we broke up and no one has come close. Absolutely no one."

"That's more than what I've done. I just knew that no one would ever come close to you. And for the record, I never cheated on you."

"I know. Can I ask you something?" You quietly said.

"Anything, baby."

You instantly got a smile on your face.

"If Urban didn't tell you to call me, would you have done it on your own?"

"No, because I thought that you wanted nothing to do with me."

"I still love you. That hasn't changed and that doesn't go away overnight."

"Glad to see it's not just me. Oh and Special? I hate that he made you feel that way. You're absolutely amazing and I'm upset that I let such an amazing woman go. I know he had a big impact on your insecurities."

“Thank you for that. I’m slowly but surely healing from all that he said.”

“Um, another thing but I get it if you say no.”

“Ask away. I’m all ears.”

“I still want to be the person that puts a ring on your finger one day, so if you’re willing can we try this again?”

“Took you long enough to ask me.”

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yourinstagramname: forever and always 💖

jackharlowsource: *INTERNALLY SCREAMING*

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urbanwyatt: everyone can thank me for this reunion because I'm the one who made jackharlow call yourinstagramname 🥰

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt appreciate you, Urby. I missed my baby 😘

jackharlow: urbanwyatt I guess you are good for some things

urbanwyatt: jackharlow YOU GUESS?! I JUST REUNITED YOU WITH YOUR FUTURE WIFE

jackharlowsource: WHEN'S THE WEDDING??! CAN IT BE LIVE STREAMED?!?

allthingsyourname: HER BABY?!?! PLEASEEE THEY ARE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭😭

yungskylark: thank goodness, now yourinstagramname I have gone two years without your cooking and I'm pulling up tomorrow

shloob_: shit, we all coming yourinstagramname I need that peach cobbler IMMEDIATELY

yourinstagramname: did yall miss me or my food?

quiiso: yourinstagramname both 🥰

jackharlow: yall can get yall food later, we got other things to take care of

nemoachida: nasty asses

jackharlow: nemoachida TWO YEARS NEMO. TWO YEARS.

2forwoyne: jackharlow we'll let yall slide this time but I'm coming over Saturday

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[kylieswift31]

Tick tock! Tick tock!

It's a clock!

In yesterday’s post I explained the background behind how I created this interpretation of Taylor's vault. That isn’t necessary to understand this post, but feel free to check it out if you want to learn more. Today we're going to explore how we could connect the vault to the clocks seen throughout Taylor's music videos.

My intention behind these deep dives is to provide an alternative point of view to to the more well known interpretations of Easter eggs in the hope of uncovering something we've missed along the way. If any of this sparks an idea, feel free to explore it.

The layers

With the chart above we can see that the inner ring contains the two double albums, the tortured poets department and folkmore, combining to represent the contrasting properties of colour. There's the light of summer, dark of winter, warm of spring and cool of fall/autumn. This is echoed in the second ring too, with the contrast between tint and tone of each quadrant. The colours associated with this ring also form a rainbow. And then combine both rings together in order of album release and you get the outer rings that line up with the segments of a clock.

The clocks

There are many clocks used throughout Taylor's music videos. For the purpose of this exploration I'll skip over the clocks that are in the background, like the one in the cardigan music video where the hands point to 1 and 3.

You need to calm down

The Benji clock shows the numbers 3 - 13 and is missing numbers 1 and 2. The time is showing that it's 7 o'clock which matches up with the lover era this music video is from. The 1 and 2 being missing is a little suspicious, but might just be drawing our eye to the 13 instead.

Bejewelled beginning

For the shell shaped clock we see that the golden writing reveals that exile ends in 03, 02. The clock is also missing the 3, 6 and 9. If we compare this to the outer ring of the vault door we can see that these line up with speak now, reputation and evermore. The way the words exile ends covers the 3 and 9 hint at those eras playing an important part in Taylor's story. This is interesting if you consider folklore and evermore were bonus albums added during the pandemic. If that's the case, the tortured poets department would have been the ninth era. And then the 3 and 2 seems to be counting down to the debut era.

Now we need to consider that Taylor's Easter eggs might contain bait and switch scenarios to increase the difficulty level of the ones hinting at events further into the future. The count down of the 3 and 2 is the more obvious answer, but the clock hands pointing to 12 o'clock might be the main number we need to pay attention to. Or it’s the connection between 3, 6 and 9.

Bejewelled ending

The clock at the ending of the bejewelled music video is pointing towards the 3, but we can't see the small hand of the clock. Taylor's body is pointing towards the 6 and 12 with her hands raising to stretch out to the side. The time on the clock is similar to the time on Big Ben in the Peter Pan movie.

Karma

The karma coffee cup is one of the most talked about easer eggs, second to the man wall. Here we can see a black nail lined up with the 2 and a blue nail lined up with the 8. At the very end the clock begins moving as it ticks over to midnight.

Miss Americana

In a previous post I had flipped and mirrored the man wall picture to create a clock, similar to the faces on the king and queen playing cards. Through doing this I discovered that the black nail might actually be for the lover era, and not for reputation. Taylor's aesthetic changed to black when she was prevented from coming out and the cover of the Miss Americana documentary mirrored that. Taylor has shown us that she sees herself as the male character at times. This duality reflects the public and private versions of Taylor. The 1989 era nail guided the layout of the middle ring of the vault that creates a rainbow, but we can also see it also represents the divide between both sides of Taylor.

Eras tour

These two karma cup nails also line up to the pattern on the eras tour clock as well. This too appears to be flipped and mirrored. It is possible the mismatched symmetry was on purpose to draw your attention to the clock before the show starts.

The vaults

The first time we see a vault in Taylor's music videos begins in the reputation era. We know that Taylor was aware that her first six albums would get sold at some point after she left her first record label, but wasn't sure when it would happen.

Look what you made me do

This vault is being robbed by five versions of Taylor wearing cat masks, who are said to represent different eras. It's interesting that there's yellow for fearless but not purple for speak now. The colours also remind me of power rangers, where the pink and yellow power rangers were girls. I'm curious to know if the back door of the vault was just a stylistic choice or if the cats are a diversion for what's being taken or left in the vault. The handcuffs and briefcases also could be a hint towards the briefcase from the man music video.

I bet you think about me

The stained glass window in this music video has 13 quadrants and almost looks like a halo too.

I can see you

This vault intrigues me the most, but more specifically the Taylor that's left inside of it. We can see on the walls that she has been keeping a tally of how long she's been exiled for. The supporting characters from the mean music video being in this one too suggests Taylor has been in the vault since the original era. Speak now is linked to the 3 on the outer ring, but on the middle ring it's linked to the time just before midnight.

The man wall

And this connection to midnight brings us back to the man wall. If we flip it upside down, the man lines up with the clock hands on the karma coffee cup.

The vault clock

Now if we combine both the clocks and the vaults together, we can see how each ring represents a deeper layer of Taylor the further towards the middle we get.

The clock hands

Both the Taylor and the Man can be seen as clock hands for each layer of the vault door. The man is at midnight, and Taylor is at dawn. Another interpretation is that they represent two versions of Taylor stuck inside the vault.

Outer ring

This layer represents the pop star persona of Taylor. All albums are present here. This vault clock is slightly different to the one at the start of this post to more accurately represent the changing of the hour, and the first one is to highlight the album numbers.

The black nail between fearless and speak now links to the Taylor in the vault between reputation and lover. And the blue nail near evermore connects to the man with one foot between TS12 and debut. This reflects both the times when Taylor has had to pull back and stay closeted and the times when she had plans to come out.

Each half of this outer ring also represents Taylor’s journey starting her career and restarting with a new recording contract. The albums opposite each other could be worth comparing. Speak now and evermore keep standing out to me.

Middle ring

The next layer seems to represent the inner feelings of Taylor during these eras, or a glimpse at the underside of her experiences. Just like the daisy is said to represent the straight presenting and queer side. Comparing these albums to the colours used on the man wall might reveal their dark side. The connection between the wheel of the year and speak now ties into my previous theories around Taylor's use of the colour purple as a queer symbol. The painted nails here line up with the lover and 1989 era.

The inner ring

Lastly, these eras are devoid of colour compared to the previous ring and reveal the truest version of Taylor underneath. Or in other words, the effects closeting has had on her life.

Two graves, one gun

As we can see in the midnights music videos, the count down to midnight ends at the end of the karma music videos. The first music video we get after that includes Taylor escaping from the vault and then the fortnight video shows another Taylor escaping from the asylum.

Are there only two Taylor’s stuck within the vaults?

If so, who's been holding the gun?

The briefcase

It seems like there's a possibility that there is one person responsible for both Taylor's in the grave or vault. It's hard to tell if this is someone in her life or another version of Taylor. Either way, I think the contents of the briefcase might contain the karma that Taylor has been hinting at since reputation. This look is really giving "try and come for my job" energy.

The trap

I still keep coming back to the storyline of the parent trap with the two halves of the photo. I believe this is what the moon and Saturn in the karma music video represent. The light, dark, warm and cool contrasting colours is heavily used in the movie to represent the relationships with their parents living seperate lives on opposite sides of the world with one child each. Initially, Hallie and Annie despise each other when they meet at summer camp, until they realise they're twins. They spend the rest of camp planning to trade places so they can spend time with their other parent, before teaming up to scare off their future step mother with the hopes of their parents getting back together.

This battle of wills between two pairs of two leads me back to the connection between the four quadrants of the tortured poets department and folkmore. Just like the midnights clock is made up of four album covers, the inner ring of the vault might be the first step towards reuniting all versions of Taylor.

If rescuing the two Taylor’s completes the middle ring, what completes the next two rings? Perhaps the set list changes are leading towards the next big change. Or maybe TS12 in the form of an album, documentary or book completes the final layer?

Regardless of what happens next, it’s been empowering watching Taylor reclaim her past.

A tortured poet,

Kylie x

[deoxys314]

Cosmere Connections in Secret Project 1 (spoilers)

I had the day off yesterday, so I did in fact read SP1 on the first day. I thought I'd put together a post about the connections to other planets and magical mechanics that I noticed, interspersed with some of my theories.

Spoilers for every published Cosmere work.

Let's start with the things on Lumar:

There are 12 different varieties of aethers, which are apparently not the "true" form of them. Instead, they are described as spores.

We know of: Blue/zephyr, crimson/spikes, verdant/vines, black/midnight essence, pink/roseite, yellow/light(/heat)

Each type of aether pours from a moon, which is very close to the planet and apparently they are arranged roughly in the center of a pentagon, so that the planet, while spherical so far as we know, is decorated like a dodecahedron.

These are created in HUGE numbers, enough to form the planet's ocean and sail upon. When not being liquefied, they can even be walked on, if you're bold.

They "activate" when exposed to water, creating a burst of their essence.

I'd hazard a guess that these are somehow related to the 10 essences known on Roshar. The spikes and midnight seem like the odd ones out, and that leaves 10, of which zephyr, heat/fire, vine and stone match up.

When dealing with Midnight Essence, Hoid describes the Luhel Bond. It consumes something physical, water from the human(/spaient being) side, in contrast to the Nahel bond, which is Spiritual.

These bonds apparently have a naming scheme, [syllable]-hel. I had thought that Nahel was someone's name, maybe someone who researched it, but perhaps these names come from somewhere else. Or, maybe several types of bond are catalogued and a consistent naming scheme was come up with by those scholars.

Hoid is there. In fact, he's telling us this story. He sort of cross-cuts so I'll talk about him in other planets. Here, I'll note that despite being cursed, he appears to know a good deal about the aethers. Experience from another planet, or something he picked up bumming locally?

Now references to other planets, in no particular order.

Scadrial:

The roseite essence, at least, responds to iron and steel: they pull and push it. gasp consistency! I would be fascinated to know a: what the other metals to to roseite and b: what reactions the other essences have.

There's a kandra around, just vibing. He's learned how to graft parts of humans onto himself. Presumably any kandra who wanted to learn a high degree of bodily control could do so.

The kandra have apparently been released to . . . wander the cosmere? We hear Sazed released them, so I wonder if Harmony, in line with previous actions realized he couldn't force them to serve him and let them all through the perpendicularity if they wanted, or perhaps Discord just doesn't care about them right now.

Roshar

Hoid is here but we don't see Design so far as I can tell. This could be because Hoid is not on screen terribly much, or the bond could be broken, or maybe, as a lightweaver, Hoid just disguised it.

Big one: the black spores produce Midnight Essence. This is the same name, and apparently the same substance as what is produced by Re-Shephir, the Midnight Mother.

The MM creates ME, as does the spores produced by the black moon. How these two places/entities are related is not known.

The ME on Roshar do not seem to require water. One wonders what sort of bond they have and what they feed on (emotions, so maybe some more Spiritual or Cognitive stuff?)

Threnody

As on Threnody, silver blunts or disables the magic system here, in the form of killing the spores. notably, this works in a ranged manner, and does not tarnish or use up the silver in any way that we see.

Aluminum also blocks the effects of silver.

First of the Sun

Hoid mentions in passing the tale of Linji, who tried to sail around the world with no Aviar. (ch 24)

There are also a few other things which make me think he is telling this story to a First-of-the-Sunnian. (Is there a better demonym for that?) References to ships coming from "your sky" and so on.

Taldain

At some point, someone references a 13th type of spore. Apparently, no one can agree if it's white or black. I read this as being White Sand from the Dayside of Taldain. (ch 23)

Nalthis

The iron soldiers of the Sorceress are Awakened, with some reasonably complex commands. This is already in line with what we've seen from Warbreaker.

The tablets that Fort uses are apparently at least part Awakened, and use Connection and Intent to be supremely useful devices. They are described by Hoid in technological terms ("tablet", "hacked", etc) and I suspect that they bear some relation to our conception of a tablet or high-tech artifact. So far as we know, physics in the cosmere is the same as the real world plus the magic, so there's no theoretical reason anyone couldn't make a semiconductor-based computing device with "mundane" principles. (Though as I said up top, this device is described as at least partly powered by Awakening.) It even recharges with solar power.

Sel

The Sorceress is Riina. We last saw her as one of the members of the IRE trying to fake connection to and take up the shard of Preservation. (Kelsier scared them off the Scadrain sub-astral, good fun.)

She is an Elantrian, and apparently has no issues accessing that power very far from Sel. There was a clunky device doing that in the Cognitive realm when we saw her in Secret History. We don't see any realm but the Physical in this book, so unknown if that is still the method or something more elegant has been devised.

Hey speaking of SH, she's really old! Elantrians don't age much, if at all.

Hoid went to see her to get enough Connection to join/hack into/trick into being an Elantrian himself. Hoid is obviously not from Sel, so there must be some process that is known for inviting someone or making someone into one of them.

She is adept at curses, which can have apparently wide-ranging effects (e.g., transfiguring someone into a rat.) These also take the form of a geas, a compulsion placed upon the subject. In general, they can't talk about the curse or how to reverse it. (It's unknown if that is a general feature of the curses or if Riina must "set" it each time she casts one.)

These curses are probably Selish? They seem to be strongly related to language. Hoid cannot just break the curse, but he can sort of twiddle the requirements to make it easier for the subject to break. Also, the new requirements sort of rhyme with the old.

Anyway, I'll read this book again sometime. Probably later this year as I do my Cosmere re-read. I think this is the farthest along we've ever gotten temporally, so it will probably be last.

What did I miss? Did I get anything wrong? I'd love to discuss.

[nekko-astrocat]

769...773...777...781...

No 779. Where was it? 776, and 782. Not across the street. 785, not out of order either.

Adelon lifted the tag on the backpack towards the streetlamp to check the address again.

779 Cherry Street, Honesty Washington. A neatly written address on a tag telling any who found the backpack to return it to its owner, the Astral Cat Tavern.

How a tavern had lost a backpack on the other side of the country was beyond Adelon. All he knew was he had been on this crusade of curiosity too long to give up now.

Turning back to the houses. 777, then 781. Not just that, but this was the middle of a street in the suburbs. Every house eerily similar in appearance with its neighbors. One would think a tavern here would be easier to see than a flare over the open sea on a calm night.

Adelon stood and stared into the darkness between the houses for a time, until the moon peeked from behind the clouds to see what he was staring at.

A sparkle of silver drew Adelon's focus back to the tag. Where the moonlight touched it, a set of silver symbols was beginning to appear.

Adelon placed the tag further within the grasp of the moon, revealing the secret writing. As Adalon tried to understand the strange symbols a bubble of odd and twisting energy built up inside his chest. Then it floated up his throat and burst, releasing an unspeakable word of an unknowable realm from his lips.

A soft yellow glow joins the midnight lighting. Adelon turned to look, to see which house awoke. As his eyes began to search the newly lit window for life a sign flickered with beckoning light. Neon blue creating a circular pattern in the window, then one by one as if each had to be lit with its own switch neon red numbers came to life. 7...7...9.

Leaving the street lamp behind Adelon shouldered the bag and made his way across the moonlit street to the darkened doorway that stood at the end of his crusade.

The door was heavy and wooden. An icon of a cat sat in faded paint upon it, watching Adelon's approach. It had two pure white eyes and what appeared to be a pale four pointed star on its forehead. Its tail, wrapped around its feet, a twin-split appendage.

No handle was present on the door, and the stare of the icon warned one against the rapping of knuckles upon its head. Instead, once more, the alien word writhed and floated up through Adelon's chest. As if a password to a hidden world beyond. No sooner had the word wrenched itself from him again, the door opened, granting Adelon entry to the building.

Beyond the open portal was a room with a scattering of empty tables and an unmanned bar. An array of strangely colored bottles and liquid resting on shelves and in tubes.

"Hello?"

A hesitant greeting paired with the creaking of wooden floorboards announced Adelon's entry.

He weaved through the tables and chairs as he looked around for any signs of life.

"We're not open yet."

Adelon whirled to spot the owner of the rumbling voice but saw only a purple cat sat upon the bar. Its tails wrapped around its feet as it stared at Adelon with shimmering yellow eyes.

Adelon stared at the living icon from the door. Then called out once more into the hostless bar as he closed the distance to the cat.

"I found your bag!"

Adelon shifted the bag from his shoulder to the bar-top as the cat-like creature stared at him unblinking. No sign of the person who had spoken before.

Adelon stared back into the yellow orbs and blinked when he realized the black pupils were four-pointed stars. As he blinked and backed away a little, those eyes shifted to the backpack and narrowed into crosshairs.

Then it moved, and as it moved it rumbled, and is it rumbled the voice spoke again.

"Thank you. It took more time to come back then usual."

Adelon stood frozen for a moment as he realized the rumbling voice came from the cat-thing.

It sniffed the bag, satisfying its own curiosity.

"Seems you've traveled a fair distance, there and back again," the cat addressed the bag.

Adelon stabbed at the opportunity to regain his grasp on the moment.

"I found it under a bench at a bus station on the other side of the country."

The pale gaze returned to him briefly before a nod acknowledged his addition. Then the twin-tail dipped below the bar and returned with a silver bell in its grasp.

"I didn't open it," Adelon added trying to chop at the silence, "it doesn't really have a zipper so I couldn't even if I had wanted to... so..."

Adelon was unsure of how to speak with the animalistic creature.

The cat nodded, again.

The tails flicked toward the backpack. The bell, when rung reverberated and echoed, it's metallic tone seeming to travel through time more than space. It started low then rose to a high-pitched 'ting-ting' before returning to its lower pitch as if a temporal doppler had carried it to this specific moment.

As the sound struck across time-space, the bag began to twist and writhe before unzipping in a burst of motion at the height of the bells ring.

Bone white marionette pieces flew from the backpack onto the floor, and their shadow gave aggressive chase as they clattered between the chairs. The shadow zipped over them, gathering them up within it's darkness.

As it tumbled to a stop with all its parts recovered, the shadow turned and hissed at the two observers. A panther-like face providing a maw for the radio static roar to emerge from.

The tails flicked the bell again, causing the ting-ting to echo back across time into this new moment.

The shadow-creature pulled away from the sound, then up into a standing position. The clicking sounds of marionette pieces being fitted together accompanying the shift from predator to person.

A woman with ebony skin and hair like black sheep's wool wore the darkness like a velvet dress and silken shawl.

"Naut." She referred to the cat.

"Lucy Bell." it purred the name in reply.

"Sorry for running away for so long. I just wanted to get out and see some places."

A pause between the shadow's speaking and the rumbling replies.

"Good places can be just as soothing for the soul as good people." The cat rose to walk across the bar again and gave Adelon a side eye as it spoke.

Lucy Bell's steps clacked as she rushed to take her place behind the bar. Her hair sinched into a bun with a pull of black ribbons, her dress sewing itself into a suit-vest, shirt, and pants as she took her position on Naut's right hand.

"Take a seat, stranger."

The twin-tails swept in the direction of a stool before wrapping around the feet of the cat once more.

Adelon sat.

Naut smelled his hands.

"You smell faintly of squid, boy. Squid and blood."

The crosshairs focused on him for a moment before expanding into stars.

"Have you ever tried unicorn's blood?"

The tails slithered away, as Adelon shook his head slowly. A third tail appeared to assist with carrying a bottle into the hands of Lucy Bell.

An ice-filled glass settled on the bar-top and a metallic pink liquid shimmering with glitter filled it. A graceful hand placed a garnish of blue butterfly wings in the place of an umbrella.

A tail pushed the drink to Adelon.

"As thanks for a good deed done. Welcome to the Astral Cat Tavern, friend."

[jono723]

Children of Mandalore

I have not died on this fic. I swear, it just took a while to finish to find the direction I generally wanna go. Don't worry it's still your choice but I get to play game master XD

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Bo's admiration

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Winner: Bo brings both of them to stop the fight

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Bo-Katan puts on her helmet. “Let’s go end the children's quarrel,” Bo says as she heads to the entrance, both Koska and the Armorer following behind her, chuckling at Bo’s words. They break off into a sprint.

“Hopefully, these children haven’t destroyed anything.” The armorer quips back while running, “Maybe their jaws and fragile pride.” Koska jest, making the three women laugh.

When they arrive at the campfire, they see two Mandalorians fighting, both clad in blue armor. Bo observed the crowd's reaction, some watching silently, some wanting to join in with people trying to stop them, while the rest were cheering the two fighters.

“Sto-” Bo was cut off as the two fighters jetpacked into a wall of one of the buildings. “Alright, that's it. Stop all of you!” Bo shouts, drowning out one of the Mandalorians, complaining that their house just got destroyed. 

Everyone stops and snaps to attention except the two clashing Mandalorians. Bo motions Koska to restrain one of them with her grapple while Bo restrains the other. 

Both shot the fighting Mandalorians, restraining them before they could trade blows again. The two Mandalorians can be seen sporting bruises and cuts on their faces due to their fighting without their helmets. “Now, do both of you want to explain to me what started this? That you had to start acting like children interrupting everyone's dinner and destroying someone's house?” Bo asked in a cold voice as she removed her helmet. 

The two Mandalorians look around, looking at what their fight had done. A few plates of food were spilled on the floor while a few chairs and tables were broken, and behind that lay a pile of rubble and a massive hole in the wall.

Axe, being a brave fool, decided to break the silence. “I had to defend Ragnar from his words that insult his father's sacrifice for our people that sent the child running,” looking up at Bo-Katan with determination in his eyes. 

Bo then looks at the other Mandalorian, another niteowl. “What did you say to the boy?” Bo asks as she stares at the man. “ I was joking about how he was a Vizsla, yet he couldn’t even get off the ground properly without screaming like a princess and how he’s a disappointment,” the other niteowl said, looking down at the ground.

“YOU SAID THAT TO A CHILD!!” Bo shouts, narrowing her eyes at the man. “Where did he go?” The Armorer asks, cutting in. The people around pointed in the direction the child ran to, and she sprinted off. 

“Are you a child? Do you not know respect? You should know better than to say that about a child who has just started training, especially when he’s in the same vicinity and when his father sacrificed his life for our cause,” Bo spits with venom. 

“You two are to return home and tend to your wounds, and you are to report to my office in the morning to receive your punishments for this mess, and you are to apologize to Ragnar tomorrow, and I hope you prepare for what I have in store for you,” Bo ordered as she and Koska released the two, who hurriedly gathered their helmets and returned to their respective homes.

“I’ll send you a list of heavy labor projects that we need to do by midnight,” Koska says as she walks towards Bo. “Thank you. Can I leave the cleanup to you? I want to check on Ragnar.” Bo asks, pointing to the area. “Of course, this is easy. The boy would need you more.” Koska replies with a nod. Bo runs in the direction the Armorer goes with her helmet in hand.

Bo finds the armorer and Ragnar near the ravine of the Empire remnant base. The two didn't notice her walking closer. She can see Ragnar shaking while hugging the Armorer. 

"Why can't I just do the stupid drill properly?" Ragnar sobs under his helmet. “In due time, you will learn it like we all did at your age. The fruits of your effort will show that you will be a better fighter than me and your father.” The Armorer explains, rubbing Ragnar’s back. "Why did he have to go!?" Ragnar screams in anguish.

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[typingcorgi]

golden

characters: marcus pike x you rating: e (oral f receiving, sex summarized. not that spicy tbh but still if you're under 18 please shoo) summary: set in 1960s. you're an actress in a relationship with Hollywood's biggest film star. this has no plot, just soft smut and feels. lol

i have been reading too much taylor jenkins reid, please enjoy

1964.

It's a sullen awards season if you're being honest. The country is still reeling from the assassination of its chief diplomat. Hollywood has taken a somewhat somber and patriotic turn, and you're not sure how quickly you can keep up with it all.

And still, you are Hollywood's brave girl. You need to sport a brave face.

This is your second time attending the Academy Awards. Your dress is long and as blue and dark as midnight. When confronted by your stylist, your initial choice had been a bold and sweeping red gown, but your publicist warned you against a provocative decision.

Your eyeliner is winged and subtle, lips soft and pink, and when your date arrives in '62 Crown Imperial, he is rendered breathless. 

He wins for Lovers Lost in Paris, of course. Even a film set in France has somehow shoehorned in all the makings of a patriotic romance; two Americans having met in the City of Lights only to fall desperately in love and reconnect decades later after having returned to the States some time ago.

It's not an unexpected win, though perhaps ironic, considering you know his birth-given name is Marcos Pereira, not Marcus Pike.

You’ve murmured his name—his real name—when he’s fucked you after long shoots and scheduled photo ops and publicity dinners. It always sounds so pretty, the authentic use of it, the rawness of it, the believability that a woman could honestly and earnestly love a man with a name Hollywood had discarded decades ago.

Still, you’re under no illusion that this relationship hasn’t been manufactured by the film industry itself. Your agents have agreed—it’s beneficial for you both to be seen together. Even if you’re not the leading actress in Lovers, you’re about one film away from being an undisputed leading lady. And more importantly, being photographed with one of Hollywood’s biggest actors is mutually beneficial. It boosts your name recognition, further guaranteeing your spot in a leading role, and it’d also built the momentum toward Lovers’ release. Once audiences knew you and the Marcus Pike were dating, they rushed to the box office in droves.

And you won’t lie—name recognition is nice. Auditions are rolling in. Money is better. But this newfound connection with Marcus is what fills your cup. Some mornings when you wake up in his arms, you wonder if you’d give it up to spend the rest of your life in that exact moment, untouched and unbothered.

Most of the time, you say yes.

The Academy afterparties have started, but you and Marcus have opted to return to your hotel. You kick your heels off before the door to your room has even closed. Marcus offers to rub your feet, and you politely turn him down. You order room service instead and open a bottle of wine.

"You were brilliant up there," you say, your weary feet resting upon a silk pillow at the edge of the bed. He's poured you each a glass of Chardonnay and you share a cigarette. You'd much rather take advantage of a quiet night in rather than the boisterous scandal of a typical afterparty.

"Now, who paid you to say that?" He teases. "With the number of mics thrown in your face tonight, I'd be surprised if someone didn't bug this place."

You smile sheepishly and nod, rolling your eyes slightly at the comment. "I was hardly interviewed," you protest. "It was you everyone was after."

While Marcus Pike is embarking on his third decade in film, you are a relative newcomer. Your role in Lovers was nominated for Best Supporting Actress, but you lost to your costar. It was a bit of a blow to your evergrowing ego, but Marcus had reminded you that the film that earned you an Oscar had yet to be filmed. It's out there for you. I just know it, beautiful.

"I don't think that's true," he replies back, lips curving into a slight smirk. “But if they were, I didn’t notice.” He sits behind you on the bed, a gentle grip along your shoulders while his lips press a tender kiss along your neck.

“I wonder why,” you say, soft and knowing. You shiver as you lick your lips and inhale sharply. Marcus Pike always makes you shiver.

His lips trail toward your chin, your jawline, until they’re resting upon yours while he lays you down. He takes you apart so perfectly, so beautifully because he knows what makes you fall apart beneath his broad hands and thick fingers. He knows to take your dress off and pull your panties toward your ankles before he dives into your slick, tasting you until you repeat his name on your pink-smudged lips. Marcos. Marcos. Marcos.

You swear to the heavens that this is the moment you realize you’ve fallen in love. You love his kindness, his sweet smile, his willingness to drop his own damn trophy to massage your feet the moment you step foot into your room. You love that he orders pancakes at two in the morning and tips the bellman extra for troubling him at such a ridiculous hour. You love his work ethic, his commitment to his craft, his willingness to accept feedback rather than spit in the face of those who offer it. He hasn’t been hardened by Hollywood, not yet, not when these movers and shakers have given him reasons to.

And because he hasn’t, you haven’t, either. You know the circumstances are different for you—you’re a younger woman, you’re a woman; there are expectations put upon you that Marcus Pike and men like him don’t have to reckon with. But he is willing to help you overcome them.

You love that about him too.

“Hm?”

Marcus comes up from between your legs, eyes as wide as dinner plates. Your eyes had been practically closed, chest rising and falling with every sweet breath, until you realize he’s looking at you like that—why is he looking at you like that?

“Wh—what’s wrong?” You stammer, trying to compose yourself. You must look ridiculous—your hair a mess, your lipstick feathering along your lipline. Your dress is a messy blue heap at the floor, and even though Marucs himself looks disheveled, too—hair mussed, shirt wrinkled, bowtie undone and hanging loosely around his neck—you barely notice. If anything, it only furthers his charm.

“Nothing,” he replies, too quickly. “Nothing at all. It’s just—you said—”

“What?” You interrupt. You’re immediately alert now, your drooping eyes now open while your lips purse. You’d been in such a fucking trance, on the brink of an orgasm, until Marcus pulled away so abruptly that it took a few extra minutes to realize he hadn’t been down there anymore. And now you’re wondering what you’ve said in your sexually charged haze. “What did I say?”

“Baby,” he breathes after a beat, and then he kisses you. He murmurs something against your lips and it’s only then you realize you’ve confessed, unknowingly. You told The Marcus Pike that you loved him, and against all odds, he’s saying it back to you.

He says it back in Spanish, once, twice, again. Again. He says it between kisses at your chin and along your neck and your collarbones.

Te amo, hermosa. Te amo.

 You help him unclasp your bra, and he says it again in English between kisses at your breasts.

“I didn’t even realize—” you choke out, and you’d be mildly horrified you’ve told this man you love him if the feelings hadn’t been so plainly reciprocated. Your heart squeezes, your body thrumming beneath each confession he offers without hesitation, and the love you make is soft yet beautiful.

You’re eating what’s left of the pancakes, back resting against the headboard, and it’s like a new light has been ignited between you. By this point, you’re both exposed to the yellow glow of the bedside lamp. Marcus can’t stop smiling.

“What is it?” You ask him, nervousness settling in your belly. “You keep looking at me like that—why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because,” he shrugs. “I’m the crazy son of a bitch that planned on proposing to you tonight.”

And now it’s your turn for shock. Your fork hits the porcelain plate that you nearly drop in the pristine white bedsheets. He catches it and you can feel the warmth of his palm radiating against the back of your hand.

“Y—you were going to do what?” You hate how mousy you suddenly sound. You are not the confident actress that had just been nominated for an Academy Award.

Marcus actually laughs, a palm scrubbing his face. “Yeah, I know. It sounds crazy, but…hear me out on this. I’ve never met anyone that makes me feel the way you do. I know it’s too soon, but life is short, and I don’t want to spend another minute of it without—wait.”

He leans over the side of the bed, pulling his suit jacket from where it hangs on the back of a chair. “I couldn’t bring the box with me. You could see it in the pocket and it just was…obvious.”

He slips his hand into the interior pocket of his suit jacket, and butterflies fill your stomach when you see a round-cut jewel sitting atop a golden band. He presents it to you flat in his palm with a sheepish smile. “This is it,” he offers, simply and suddenly it feels like an allegory for his heart. He is giving you something subtle and beautiful in the hopes you’ll accept and wear it proudly.

“Marcos,” you murmur, and you kiss him.

The next day, the photographers have a field day with you.

[bijouxcarys]

My Top 5 Dustin Hoffman Movies

(In no particular order)

Midnight Cowboy (1969)

Set in New York, a country boy moves to the city in pursuit of success. Upon learning it’s much harder than it looks, he realises he must sell his body to support himself and his new “handicapped,” TB-ridden friend.

Midnight Cowboy is a touching one. It received an X rating upon its release due to the “connotations of homosexual behaviour” between the two main characters. The beautiful thing about this movie is the ambiguity of that very thing. It is a love story. Platonic and romantic. It’s the audience’s perception.

Dustin was nominated for best actor at the 1970 Oscars, but lost it to John Wayne for True Grit. Snubbed.

Rain Man (1988)

Upon learning his recently deceased father had left $3 million to a mysterious beneficiary, Charlie Babbitt pays the beneficiary a visit, only to find that it’s his long lost older brother, the autistic Raymond.

I know this is considered a bad representation of autism, but as an autistic person, I have no problem with this movie. It’s a representation of autism in one individual, whether you like it or not. Considering its release year, it’s a large step. And Dustin nailed it.

Unlike many, I don’t see this movie as using the autistic character to make the neurotypical look better, or “improve” as a person. To me, this is a heartwarming story of a man bonding with his brother, who he hasn’t seen since the age of 4. Does he grow as a person? Possibly. But does it also shed a light on the existence of neurodivergence in someone other than a child? Absolutely.

Dustin won best actor at the 1989 Oscars for this performance, and rightly so.

Kramer vs Kramer (1979)

When his wife leaves him out of the blue to raise their 5-year-old son alone, Ted Kramer learns to balance his career with being a single parent. Until his ex comes back and files for custody.

This is a truly beautiful movie, despite the female lead being one of my least favourite actresses of all time. I adore the nuanced portrayal of single parenthood and the hardships single fathers of the 70s faced when raising their children. The development of the relationship between Ted and his son is very intricately documented through immersive performances from both parties.

Dustin had practice runs with over 70 kids to find the right fit; he worked on realism and wanted the bond to be as strong as possible.

My favourite quote from this movie is when Ted is on the stand: “Where in the law does it state that a woman is a better parent by virtue of her sex?”

Dustin won best actor in 1980 for this role.

Straight Time (1978)

When Max is released from prison after 5 years, he has to learn to adapt to the real world under the supervision of a corrupt parole officer and the knowledge that crime is what he does best.

This is a more obscure Hoffman movie that deserves a lot more credit. It’s a great deep dive into the life of ex-cons and the struggle of reintegration into society. It’s a very real depiction of the human condition, and the repercussions of being pushed over the edge.

It’s a tense movie, immersive, and offers a lot of opportunities for introspection in an otherwise distant context.

The Graduate (1967)

Benjamin, a naive college graduate, enters a scandalous affair with his parents’ married friend, Mrs. Robinson. Along the way, he finds feelings for her daughter, Elaine.

A subject of a ton of references and spoofs. I adore this movie for more than its iconic moments. It’s a masterpiece of an era laden with disillusionment, uncertainty about governing bodies and the rebellion sparking in the youth movement.

Ben and Elaine represent the generation that seek for a revolution, a new way of life. To break free from the cookie-cutter mentality of American domestic life. A complete rejection of the nuclear family ideals. The confusion that leads to ill decision-making and heartbreak.

The ending scene is ominous, open, and has no real finalisation. The perfect depiction of the unsure direction in which life as they know it will take.

This was Dustin’s breakthrough role, at the age of 30, after being in the New York theatre scene for a decade.

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so

i think it's time for my fnaf movie rant

HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE SPOILERS (obviously)

these are in no particular order and are just a conglomeration of thoughts that i wrote down immediately after watching so they don't make any sense half the time, and don't include theories i've seen recently

enjoy

- THE MATPAT CAMEO??? THE THEORY LINE???? HOLY FUCKING SHIT. THE THEATER SCREAMED.

- why did golden freddy pull a sans w the blue eye what happened to the white smh

- DUDE. I CALLED THE 'VANESSA AS AFTON'S DAUGHTER' HALFWAY THROUGH THE FUCKING MOVIE

- THE SECOND SHE EXPLAINED THAG SHE KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON AND THAT SHE WOULDNT BE ABLE TO HELP, IT WAS OBVIOUS.

- because mike explained that their dad was gone, right? and afton clearly recognized the schmidt name. due to this, i originally thought that maybe schmidt was some code name and that only the aftons could recognize it, but now i have a theory

- the families are switched somehow. Vanessa is either a stand-in for Charlie or herself, which makes no sense story-wise

- however, Mike, Abby, and Garrett are clearly afton children. Mike is Mike (and in the games, Mike apparently uses Schmidt anyway to investigate his dad), Abby can bring lengthened to Elizabeth, and the crying child doesn't even canonically have a name 💀

- so i was thinking what if the families were eswitched? vanessa was some sort of charlie stand-in, with afton as her dad, while the schmidts were raised by Henry

- this would explain why he recognized schmidt and offered the job at Freddy's - he'd already killed Garrett, so he wanted to finish off the collection. Mayne this could be a parallel to him killing Charlie, but since there's three kids, he needs to get them all??? idfk

- ONE OF THE GUYS BREAKING IN HAD A MIDNIGHT MOTORISTS T-SJIRT (the guy who got killed by the cupcake)

- i am soglad i went with who I did because i doubt any of my other friends would understand any of it 😭

- THEY PLAYED LIVING TOMBSTONE AT THE END. YES. THANK YOU. THAT IS ALL WE EVER NEEDED IN LIFE.

- the balloon boy bit 😭 i doubt anyone not in the fandom would appreciate it as well as we did smh

- ugh i wish mark had his cameo but iron lung is important too ig

- THE WAY THE AUDIENCE SCREAMED WHEN AFTON TOOK OFF HIS MASK BRAHAHHDHCJC

- WE WERE ALL WAITIJG FOR IT

- we probably won't get to see a "WAS THAT THE BITE OF '87" moment because garrett got kidnapped instead of chomped smh

- BUT. THEY KEPT THE GUILT. IN THE GAMES, MICHAEL SHOVED CC INTO FREDBEAR'S MOUTH. IN THE MOVIE, HE WASNT PAYING ATTENTION, WHICH CAUSED HIS BROTHER TO GET KIDNAPPED. OH THE FUCKING PARALLELS DUUUUDE

- also max getting bit in half is probably all we're gonna get of The Bite

- MATTHEW LILLARD FUCKING ATE. HE KNEW THE ASSIGNMENT. BEST AFTON.

- only issue is the lack of screaming during the springlocking. only your stomach is getting stabbed, not your throat yet. Scream.

- it would've been so funny if he pulled the "MICHAELLL DONT LEAVE ME HERE MICHAEL MICHAEL" while he was being dragged away but homie was too busy dying

- HE SAID THE LINE. "I ALWAYS COME BACK." OH MY GOD.

- NOBODY EXPECTSD VANESSA TO GET STABBED. THE THEATER GASPED.

- "IT'S ME" ON THE MIRROR DBSJAJXJXJXJDJ

- stop bonnie and chica staring down the camera while they release the cupcake is so funny 😭

- MORE ON THE FAMILY SWITCH. ABBY IS ELIZABETH, OBVIOUSLY, WHICH IS ONLY MADE MORE TRUE BC CHICA TRIES TO SHOVE HER INTO THAT DOLL-LOOKING THING. YOU KNOW WHAT IT RESEMBLES? SCRAP BABY. MY FIRST THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SUIT WAS "dude is that scrap baby?"

- the lack of a mrs. afton is so real 🤩🤩

- dude the entire fort scene was actually so fucking hilario

us

- like bonnie just. falling backwards. is so him yk

- BUT GOLDEN FREDDY. THERES THE KID. WHERE'S CASSIDY? IS GARRETT ALSO POSSESSING GOLDEN FREDDY IF HE'S THE PARALLEL FOR CC? WHAT ABOUT VANESSA? 

- the issue with the family swap is that Vanessa just doesn't fit in. we can't play it off as a parallel to Charlie, because vanessa is already an established character with a connection to afton.  fuck you Scott.

- SPEAKING OF. SCOTT KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING. HE CATERED TO US LIKE A FUCKING ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT BUFFET. THE INSIDE REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS?! THE MATPAT CAMEO??? THE LIVONG TOMBSTONE?!?!?! 

- a bit upset they didn't keep Freddy's flashing face sequence smh

- THE SPRINGLOCKING WAS SO GOOD BC THEY LEFT HIM IN THE EXACT SAME POSITION AS CANON. ALSO IT WAS GOLDEN FREDDY WHO FINALLY LEFT HIM THERE, WHICH IS A HIT AT THE WHOLE "GOLDEN FREDDY HATES AFTON THE MOST" (cough cough ultimate custom night)

- they kept in the red eyes in some parts but im very glad they weren't in the rest. they looked fucking high. what happened to the black with white?? THAT WOULDVE BEEN TEN TIMES SCARIER AND APPEALED TO CANON, WHATS THE WITH THE CHANGE MAN 😭

- bonnie never got his eyebrows

- cupcake slayed and ate (literally!!!!)

- im actually super curious why half of spring bonnie is so damaged. now, it could go with the whole "this place hasn't been touched in forever, yadda yadda, destroyed suit makes it more sensitive and easy to set off" but. it's only one half of it. there could be a perfectly plausible explanation of "Oh yeah, only half of it was exposed to bad stuff, other half was covered with a tarp" ITS FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S. ITS NEVER THAT SIMPLE. HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING? also a bit curious about whether movie afton already got springlocked once like book afton did (has game afton getting springlocked previously been confirmed? please lmk)

- i really love how they used the "the robots are just children" because they love abby and just want to play and shit and they're so sweet but they're so easily manipulatable 

like

afton probably didn't have to do much besides show the pictures and convince them he was good

and all it took for them to turn on him was abby drawing a second picture

what if she convinced them vanessa was bad or some shit? they are really fucking gullible.

- also what the fuck was that freddy head saw blade monstrosity??!! what 😭 

- like it never ends up being explained and it's not a stand-in for springlocks or being shoved into suits because those are very very much there

- literally the second i heart matpat's voice my heart went oop 

- it took a second for everyone to register it but we went WILD

- AND HE DROPPED THE "BUT THATS JUST A THEORY"

- HE'S SO SILLY

- FOOD THEORY IS SO REAL THO 😭

- no bc a markiplier cameo would be so great but imagine if they used his reaction thing

- like they got him to film "WAS THAT THE BITE OF '87" as max gets bitten, and he appears in the corner for that one line

- even better, not reaction camera style, just standing there right next to her and then never being mentioned again

- either that or him popping up on the cameras (again, either as a reaction image, or standing there menacingly)

- THEY HAD SPARKY

- also why DID vanessa keep Mike in the dark abt afton (not calling him her dad, not stooping that low) and him trying to kill Abby? fear of authorities getting involved? this is bumfuck nowhere Utah, she is the fucking authority, and considering what his aunt said, a police officer defending her dad against some random guy isn't gonna go well for him

- like sure she told him to not bring abby but she didn't tell him why of course it's not gonna go well

- about the family swap. it's so easy to tell the scmidts are supposed to be a version of the afton kids, why the fuck did they name him GARRETT?

- I love the whole references to phone guy

Would've loved to see actual phone guy (imagine if THAT was matpat's cameo)(coughs in fnaf the musical) but afton is good enough

but abby's "hello" while exploring Freddy's sounds so much lime balloon boy wtf

- abby is a monogram (or whatever it's called) for baby which might not have that much symbolism bc abby is short for Elizabeth but the more the merrier yk

- i think i answered my own question abt whether movie afton has been springlocked

considering how he fuckign SPRINTED at michael and made all these moves like kicking and shit? yeah, I'm more surprised it took him so long to get springlocked

same with game afton actually like.. hello? stop laughing at the fucking dead kids in such a damp room, it's your own fault dumbass

Basically book afton was the smartest about wearing the suit bc of experience

- THE WAY CARL LAUNCHED ITSELF AT MICHAEL WILL NEVER NOT BE FUNNY LIKE BRO FUCKING ASCENDED 😭

- my friend is complaining abt how flirty Vanessa is w Michael which is really funny for no reaskn

- MY FRIEND INSULTED FOXY'S "dum dum dum" SAYING HES NOT CUT OUT FOR MUSIC. HELLO?!?!?@?@?@?@@

- as my friend mentioned, springlock scene was kinda anticlimactic lmao like where's the screaming? the blood?

- according to the same friend mentioned three times already:

Best parts of the movie

1. Matpat saying "that's just a theory"

2. Living tombstone credits

3. Vanessa getting stabbed

- the sounds at the end spell out "come find me" so wooohooo sequel time?? :))

- the "i always come back" was NOT it 😭 at least he said it yk

- okay someone pointed out that it was his last words so they were desperate and mad and showcase his lack of confidence in if he's actually gonna come back 

which is cool

but I like the og more yk

- about abby's springlock suit: its the same doll from 1:35 am (fazbear frights 3), then there's sparky as an animatronic ans restaraunt, wppohoho