#is the movie that the not too hot not too cold quote comes from if you're wondering 😉

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

One with Emily Prentiss I BEG.

Maybe one where Emily is a mission and keeps making promises to come home in time for Christmas. But on Christmas Eve r loses hope completely and just goes to bed crying because she really misses Emily and then in the morning Em has a much of gifts that she’s setting up in the living room, there’s breakfast and everything. maybe a quote like, “I promised I’d come home in time, didn’t I?”

idk this is my first time requesting

Love’s Silent Night

(Not my gif)

Emily Prentiss x fem!wife!reader

WARNING: 18+ MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED, slight angst, happy ending

Y/n sat in the living room watching the same christmas special for what seemed like the 50th time. Truly, all that she wanted to do is start a fire and curl up next to her wife and watch some christmas movies. But of course, work calls.

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“Em! Please! It’s literally almost Christmas and you’re leaving for another case?” Y/n exclaimed, crossing her arms clearly distraught, “I know, baby, I know. But-“

“-Duty calls, Yeah, I know, Em. Every year.”

Emily smiles sadly, knowing every year they had spent Christmas apart because of work. And it affected both of them, but this year it was different. The house felt emptier, the blankets seemed colder, and the bed didn’t seem as cozy. It was safe to say that this year wasn’t the best in terms of marriage and staying functional. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, love” Emily said, her face genuine, “And when will that be? January? Last year you came home in the middle of March. Not a single word from you for months..”

Emily’s face suddenly fell. She knew that it hurt y/n every year when this would happen. She also knew that their marriage suffered because of it. “I’ll be home for Christmas, that’s a promise.”

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Y/n checks the clock. It reads 9:53 as she still lays motionless on the plush couch. It was Christmas Eve, maybe y/n had gotten her hopes up too much. Every year this would happen, so why would this one be any different?

Lugging herself off of the couch she mindlessly threw herself into bed. The bright Christmas lights peaked through the window. It was sad, honestly. It really was. Y/n’s friends pitied her, ‘What’s the point of having a wife if she can’t even be home with you for a day?’

Y/n would brush them off, saying that Emily is trying her best. Which, sometimes Emily didn’t even know if that was true.

Taking a glance at her phone it lit up with a message, Y/n hopefully picks it up and reads it. Sadly, it was from JJ instead of Emily. The case is taking longer than expected! Sorry, n/n! See you soon?

Y/n smiled bitterly, of course, this would happen. She felt the last trace of hope leave her and her tears began to sting. There was that heaviness in her chest and her bed grew colder. In all honesty, y/n didn’t care about Emily coming home for Christmas. She just wanted her home, the sound of blowing wind lulled her to sleep. Letting the cold winter night consume her.

Soon enough, the smell of…hot chocolate? It had lingered in the air, y/n was she sure that she hadn’t made any. It also smelt of pancakes and…Emily��s perfume…

Leaping out of bed, the sleepiness leaving her, the faint sound of Christmas Jazz playing, y/n sprinted down the stairs with a hopeful feeling in her chest and her smile stretching from ear to ear. As she turned to look in the living room, she heard a familiar giggle. “Looking for me, love?” Emily smiled, teasingly holding up a mistletoe, her Santa hat had perfectly matched her plaid pjs and black sweatshirt. Y/n didn’t waste any time to dive straight into Emily’s arms and into a warm and longing kiss.

“I said I’ll be home for Christmas didn’t I?” Emily smirked, y/n rolled her eyes, “I’m just happy you’re home…safe”

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BOUND   TO   THE   MOON.   all   sentences   and   tropes   actions   are   based   around   the   concept   of   lycantrophy   and   werewolves.   taken   from   different   media   across   literature,   television   and   movies.   you   can   change   the   names,   pronouns   and   locations   as   you   see   fit. beware of warnings regarding body horror, harm and such.

SENTENCES AND QUOTES.

I'm a werewolf trapped in a human body.

When was the last time you shape-shifted?

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.

A fucked-up family's a fucked-up family, whether or not werewolves are involved.

A werewolf is courting me with a dead rabbit. There’s nothing subtle here.

Why go for something cold and dead, when you can have something hot and panting?

No shifting in my car Blake,I don't want to slobber all over my seats.

Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.

I warned you if you got any closer, I'd devour you.

You're my mate. The distance won't change that. It never has.

When the full moon rises and the wolfsbane blooms, you will be as cursed as I am.

The bite is a gift.

Why do you always have to prove you are the Alpha male?

I don’t need to prove anything, love, I am the Alpha male.

I tried to kill a werewolf, I failed. Now I feel like I'm not living up to the version of my best self.

If it were a choice, it wouldn't be called "a curse"

Werewolves will attack humans, but instinct in centuries of rivalry have hard-wired them to hunt their prey of choice. Vampires.

Hundreds of years ago vampires hunted them to almost to extinction.

Legend has it that a werewolf bite is fatal to vampires.

Werewolves are stronger in groups. That’s why they form packs. 

No one wants to be the Omega of the pack.

I was a small boy when I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure.

Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.

The truth is if a werewolf behaved like this psychopath it wouldn't be because he was part animal, but because he was still too human. Only humans kill for sport.

You've tasted the power. How can you not want more? What is it you care about so much?

I healed when we were all together again when we were a pack.

Now, you being the first werewolf I’ve come across in many a moon, pun intended.

You're not a monster. You're a werewolf.

It’s fascinating, actually. A werewolf who isn’t beholden to the moon, a vampire who doesn’t burn in the sun. A true hybrid.

You've been bitten. Bitten by a werewolf. Now you will become that which you have hunted so passionately.

The ancients thought pure metals purified the blood.

Tyler has to kill someone to activate his curse. He's not a werewolf yet.

Sorry about your pet wolf. You should have kept him on a tighter leash.

You might be an alpha, but you’re not mine.

Yes you. Glow your eyes at it. Something. Be the Alpha.

He is going around building his pack.

There’s no such thing as werewolves.

It’s wolfsbane. It’s like toxic for werewolves, hurts them.

Did you forgot today is a full moon?

Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself.

Just like us. Werewolves.

Start the car. Or I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth.

Do you want to earn a place in his pack? You want redemption? Find another way to stand and fight.

We have to go. It’s werewolf territory.

You're cooking up werewolves out of every self-esteem deprived adolescent in town.

Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone.

You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift!

You're one of mine, aren't you?

What's it like when it comes over you?

Every single bone in your body breaks.

Sometimes the transformaction can take up to hours. Specially the first couple of times.

Are those chains in the wall?

Don't get yourself killed for a human. She is not one of us.

Our packs have...a long history of animosity.

You can't be here! Get out, now!

What did I do?

I found others like me. They are helping me...get better.

I can smell him all over you.

Maybe the wolf was in love with the moon and each month they cried out for a love it would never touch.

Werewolves mate for life. You can't just runaway.

The lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

You are one of us, even when you haven't realized it.

I could recognize that scent everywhere.

You are the next in line. To be the Alpha.

A beta can always challenge an Alpha if they consider them weak.

Most challenges end with one wolf dying.

ACTIONS. add a +reverse if you want the reverse action.

[BITE]: sender bit receiver and now receiver is experiencing the fever of the bite.

[ENEMY PACK]: sender and receiver are from rival packs and get into a fight.

[LYCAN ROMANCE]: form rival packs, sender and receiver begin a forbidden romance.

[DISCOVERY]: sender finds out receiver secret lairer where he turns.

[WARM]: sender is a werewolf and cuddles to receiver side to warm them up.

[ITS YOU]: receiver realized the wolf they found it's sender.

[FOR THE PACK]: sender and receiver get married to join their packs into one.

[NATURE IS AGAINST US]: sender is a vampire and receiver is a werewolf who fall for each other.

[MATES]: sender declares receiver their mate.

[FOCUS ON ME]: receiver helps sender to calm down after they turn.

[ITS A GIFT]: sender bites receiver to save their lives.

[NAKED]: sender is without clothes the morning after turning and needs clothes. they arrive at receiver door for help.

[PROTECTION]: sender protects receiver whole in werewolf form.

[ONE OF US]: sender discovers that receiver didn't attack them because they are also a werewolf.

[ALL OF YOU]: sender witnesses receiver turn into a werewolf .

[pappydaddy]

i'm yours (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader *cis!female anatomical parts mentioned

requested by another lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: not having labels muddles things up. luckily, they don't need labels to know they are mad about each other. though, labels might not hurt - might even save some noses.

taglist: @luvhann | @thelakespoets  | @lonely-simp | @smarie7543| @tenaciousperfectionunknown | @k-k0129 | @maybankslover*line through you user means i could not tag you lovelies!

warnings: spicy, spicy, spicy. dry humping. dirty. reader is horny. blood. broken nose. punching. fluff (if you squint) 18+ please and thank you. characters are aged up as per usual!

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- not my gif -

 It was as if the stars aligned just the right way, because there she stood, the girl that had been consuming JJ’s mind twenty-four-seven lately. The moonlight rained down on her like a glowing spotlight, pointing her out to him as if he needed any help finding her in a crowd. And then, the stars must have shifted because as the dancing crowd moved just right, it revealed someone unpleasant standing beside her - talking her ear off, Topper. With his stupid shorts and polo top matched with his stupid boat shoes. 

  Bitterness swirled in JJ’s stomach as his face twisted into a scowl, his heart lurched, almost as if it wanted to jump out of his chest and strangle Topper. He knew what her opinion on Topper and other Kooks were - she hated him, but she doesn’t like making scenes so she suffers through conversations. She was too nice (or shy, he wasn’t too sure which yet) to tell him to piss off, but JJ wasn’t. However, something did hold him back. They weren’t official yet. And that was completely on him. He was the one dragging his feet on this one, but now he realized his mistake. 

  He’s taken it slow with her. She was too perfect and too innocent for him, so he was scared of either ruining her and her life or scaring her off with all of his baggage. Her friend’s opinions of him didn’t help his self-doubt. He knew they hated him. He knew they were telling her to move on, to forget him. But she didn’t listen. Even if there wasn’t a label, it was clear to both of them that this thing was more than just fooling around. They had feelings for each other. It was obvious when he kissed her and her first reaction is always to blush or do that cute little panicked hand flap as if she was surprised he would kiss her before her body melted into him.

  “Screw it.” JJ’s eyes zeroed in on Topper as he inched closer to Y/N, obviously flirting despite Y/N clearly wanting out of the situation. He was a large guy, standing at six feet and having a decent amount of muscle, so it didn’t surprise him when he reached the pair quickly, but it did surprise him that he reached them in what felt like five seconds - he stumbled a bit, feeling like he was transported there instead of walking. 

  Y/N spotted him first, those beautiful eyes JJ loved looking into so much, catching his and widening as if asking him for help, which was exactly what he planned to do. “What do you want, Pogue?” Topper’s snarl made JJ look over at him, blue eyes cold and hard, as if he was aiming to kill him. 

  “I was coming over here to ask what the hell you’re doing flirting with someone who is clearly not yours to flirt with.” JJ squared his shoulders, stepping up to Topper, showing the slight but noticeable height difference between them when JJ pulls to his full height. Y/N’s mouth fell open, eyes watching JJ as he puffed his chest out slightly. ‘Hot damn!’ She thought, eyes flicking all over his body before looking back at the tense stare off. 

  “Last I checked, she was single.” Topper gestured toward Y/N, shooting her a wink, but JJ shifted to hide her from him, scoffing at this. 

  “Oh, news to me, because I don’t think what we’ve been doing screams ‘just friends’,” JJ put air quotes around the phrase, looking back at her with his jaw set in a way that made her want to drop to her knees right there. “What do you think, Sweets?” He asked her, his voice deep and dark, almost as if it was strained. The nickname. The voice. The look. The protectiveness. It all went right between her legs. 

  “Definitely not.” She confirmed, bottom lip being sucked between her teeth as she crossed her legs as discreetly as she could while standing, squeezing. She had to admit, she was already hot and bothered from watching from across the party all night, and now it was like someone opened the floodgates. She could jump him right then and there, but Topper just won’t let go. 

  “Still single, man,” Topper shook his head with his stupid smirk, making JJ whirl his head back around at such a rate it startled both Y/N and Topper. For a moment, Y/N was concerned that he had hurt his neck, but didn’t realize since he was hyped up on a mix of one beer, testosterone, and adrenaline. “She’s fair game for the rest of us-” 

  Topper didn’t get to finish his sentence before JJ’s fist met his nose, a sickening crack sounding as a loudly hissed ‘Fuck!’ left Topper’s mouth, his hands flying up to his nose which must have been broken from the amount of pain, blood, and the sound. “Hey, you saw he was disrespecting her, right?” JJ looked over to the group of people who were standing around, trying not to look like they were listening from the jump. 

  They all nodded furiously. “One of you put your information in my phone.” Y/N pulled her phone out, unlocking it and opening contacts, handing it to the group. After graduating, JJ learned his lesson - always have a witness or two to confirm his story (true or not). Y/N usually was the one who got a witness' contact information to keep in case they needed it. With Topper, they would definitely need it, he’s pressed charges before. 

  Glancing over at Topper, she saw a mass of people around him, someone holding their discarded shirt to his nose to stem the bleeding. Over the balled up fabric, he was glaring at the two of them, saying something but they couldn’t hear through the shirt and over the loud nose. Eyes flicking over to JJ, she looked up at him, his back still turned towards her, heaving. His fists were still clenched, almost as if he was ready for someone to come try to avenge Topper or Topper to come flying at them. 

  “Here you go, we put her number in.” A shaky voice pulled her eyes away from JJ. A boy held her phone out to her, his hand and whole body shaking slightly, eyes pleading with her to take the phone before JJ turned around. He was scared of JJ. He was intimidating, probably, she assumed since all she saw was a guy with such a large heart and an urge to protect anything he cares about with all his might. 

  “Thank you,” She took the phone, locking and pocketing it. “JJ, we should leave.” She shuffled the rest of the way over to JJ, her toes getting buried in the sand despite her sandals. For the first time since the punch, JJ looked over at her as she gripped his arm. As soon as his eyes met hers, they softened, but seemed to get darker. His chest rested, no longer heaving, and his fists relaxed, one arm snaking around her waist to pull her against him. 

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  When she suggested they leave, she was more concerned about the possibility of cops showing up to bust the party since there was a strong possibility of someone snitching after that punch was thrown. She didn’t even think this could happen. She didn’t think he would want to. Part of her even thought he would be mad that she let Topper flirt with her, but as he muttered into her neck not long ago, he knew she didn’t want him. Didn’t want him the way she wanted JJ. Didn’t want him talking to her. Didn’t want him anywhere near her. He knew that.  

  Really, they barely even left the party since they managed to make it to the Twinkie and that was as far as they went. In all fairness, JJ was the one who brought it since everyone else had drives already. So the van was all theirs according to him. Imagine her shock when JJ’s lips landed on hers, lips moving against hers with such passion she kind of thought it was a dream. She had expected a fight. Maybe that was her own messed up trauma coming forth, but she least expected to have his tongue in her mouth and his hands roaming around her body. 

   She hummed into his mouth as he gently started to guide her down on her back. ‘God bless the Twinkie’s lack of seats.’ She thought once her back met the floor of the van, JJ’s weight shifting as he settled between her legs, his body pressing against her in just the right way. She could feel everything. From the heat radiating off of him to every single dip and ridge of his muscled abdomen. 

  Her eyes opened when JJ pulled his mouth away, catching a glimpse of the dark interior. JJ had parked in a rather secluded spot. With trees hanging over the van, all planted in a row behind the van, they were perfectly hidden. A bit of moonlight slipped through the leaves, illuminated the inside so softly. Her eyes shifted, looking at JJ’s body pressed against her. The way the soft lighting surrounded him, it made him look pure and soft - just like she always pictured him. “You got quiet,” JJ muttered against her skin as he kissed along her neck and shoulders. “What’s going on in there?” He asked, pulling away to look at her for a moment. 

  A ray of moonlight hit his eyes, making them sparkle like two ocean blue gems. “Just thinking about how beautiful you are.” She uttered, her hands sliding up from where they rested on his sides to cup his face. Pulling his lips back to hers, he let her lead the kiss. Soft. Loving. Tender. JJ felt like they were in one of those romance movies she loves to watch. She took a deep breath in, lips pulling back only enough to do so as if she was trying to breath him in. 

   Eyes fluttering open again, her eyes stared up at him - big and darkened with want and need. Looking into those eyes was all it took for JJ to snap. Instantly, his lips were on hers again, but only for a moment until they trailed down to the spot he knew so well - sucking. Harshly. 

  Y/N’s eyes nearly rolled back into her head, mouth opening and head falling back as she moaned. She always responded like that and JJ knew it. She also knew he knew by the feeling of his smirk against her now widely exposed neck. “JJ, careful-“ She panted, back arching off the floor as he slid his hands under her, dragging against the smooth skin of her back. “What if-“ As his hands hit the thin strap resting on her back that was holding her bikini closed, it was like she couldn’t speak in full sentences. “Someone sees the mark.” 

  She warned, but she knew it was futile since his attack seemed to have shifted from that spot and was now inching down to her collarbones as he pulled on the string of her bathing suit. “So what,” He muttered against her skin, the vibrations tickling her slightly but she was too turned on to pay anything but the need for friction any mind. “That way everyone will know you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

  His words went right to two places. Her heart, but mostly her vagina. Maybe like one percent to the heart. More will go later, after he rails her in the back of his best friend's van. “I’m yours, JJ. In every way.” 

  Too overcome with the need for some sort of relief, her hips rolled against JJ’s. A synchronous moan filled the air. She didn’t stop the movement, making JJ still his merciless teasing. She wanted to open her eyes to look at him, to see why he was frozen as she continued to rub herself against his still body. Thankfully, he was a strong guy with good endurance so even with her trapped under him, she could rub against him and get herself off. She was well on her merry way to doing just that. 

  Moans spilling out from both of them, her movements quickened and became sloppier. She was squirming now, face screwed up. Before she met JJ, she was sure this was an orgasm. She couldn’t understand how it could get any better than this, but then JJ showed her just what she was missing and she was proven wrong. 

  That’s why she sobbed when one of JJ’s hands freed themselves from where they had a death grip on her bathing suit and gripped her hip, stopping her movements. “JJ!” She cried desperately, panting as she tried to roll her hips again. 

  “Gorgeous, if you keep doing that, this is gonna be over way too quick, and neither of us want that.” He practically growled and she gasped. Partially from the shock that ran through her, feeding her beating heart and also feeding her pooling wetness. Also from the fact that with a yank of his hand her top was untied and with another, her top was off and thrown elsewhere. “Now, let me savor everything my girlfriend has to offer.” His voice was deep, in a dark and an arousing way. 

  But what really got her was how his blue eyes remained locked with hers as he dragged his lips down her body. A trail of goosebumps and tingles were left, marking the path he took. From the base of her throat, down the valley of her breasts (where there was a brief pit stop to nip and suck - knowing she loved it), down her stomach, and stopping at the top of her jean shorts.    Their eye contact was unbreakable and somehow he managed to make it a form of sexual teasing. He didn’t even look as he unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them and her bathing suit bottoms down together. Those too were thrown carelessly. He only broke their eye contact for a second, if you could even count it as a full second, to look down at her bare core. “My girlfriend is all sprawled out here looking like a whole-ass buffet. All you can eat, I hope.” He winked before dipping down, hands pushing her legs apart. The last thing she saw was that damn smirk before his lips disappeared and she gasped out a sudden moan. Eyes closing, legs widening before trying to snap shut around his head (his hands already placed to stop her), and her back arching off the floor with her head flying back.

[multifandomfangirl93]

It’s so cold outside so let’s just cuddle all day in a fluffy blanket with your super soldiers 😌

Everyone knows that Steve and Bucky hate the cold for obvious reasons. However, you love the cold. Your super soldiers are like living furnaces, so the cold becomes an advantage for you. Steve always lights the fire while Bucky makes the hot chocolate that his mother taught him to make as a child. You gather a few movies and a fluffy blanket once you have your favorite pjs on, which happen to be Bucky’s Henley and a pair of Steve’s sweats. You bound into the living room, jumping onto the couch with the blanket flying behind you like a cape. You snuggle down until Steve lifts you up and places you in his lap. You quickly open the blanket and enclose him in it with you, causing Steve to let out a loud laugh.

“Hi.” You whisper, quickly leaning up to peck the blonde on the lips.

“Well hello to you too doll.” Steve grins, leaning down to kiss you once more.

Bucky clears his throat from outside your little cocoon. You pull the blanket down just enough to uncover yours and Steve’s heads. You grin at the brunette and bay your eyelashes.

“Care to join our cuddle puddle?” You ask, opening the blanket more to make room for your lover.

Bucky chuckles and sets the tray of hot chocolate down. “With you two? Always.” Bucky replies, smiling as he sits next to Steve and takes your legs into his lap. “This is cozy.” Bucky remarks, pulling you in to kiss your lips before doing the same to Steve. His lips taste of chocolate, a tell that he has tried the drink before bringing it out.

Steve hums and you giggle, leaning back into Steve’s chest once more. “Very.” You reply, eyes twinkling with delight. “Now, if that hot chocolate tasted as good as your lips do, I think it’s time we settle in.” You comment, smiling as you grab the movies you left on the table.

“What movie were you thinking doll?” Bucky asks, leaning up to grab your hot chocolate and hand it to you in exchange for your choice in movie.

You grin behind your mug, eyes glowing with childlike glee. “Beauty and the Beast.” You all but squeal. It’s your favorite Disney movie. They boys love watching it with you simply to hear you sing along and quote the movie.

Steve chuckles fondly as Bucky gets up. Bucky hands Steve his mug as he approaches the entertainment center. “You got it baby doll.”

Once the movie is in, Bucky returns to his original spot and grabs his mug. The blanket is adjust so that everyone is covered. You stay in Steve’s lap with your get in Bucky’s lap. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your little cocoon watching movies. The only light comes from the fire and the tv.

[avengers--assembly]

Appendix

Summary: Peter is feeling sick during movie night and after originally deciding not to tell Tony the information comes out either way. Unfortunately, we're not dealing with the basic stomach flu

Sicktember prompts:

5. Rogue Organ (tonsils, spleen, appendix, gall bladder ect…)

12. “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung”

14. Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas

Word count: 1609

Warnings: vomiting (not extreme though)

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 There was nothing wrong with him. He was fine. The constant ache that had settled in his stomach was just an inconvenience. A mild discomfort at best. He could handle it and finish movie night with Mr. Stark. Peter just had to sit through another 40 minutes, and he’d have a free pass.

Mr. Stark was already giving him worried glances ever since he’d declined dessert—a rare event. The excuse of being full from dinner was weak, at best. Quoting Mr. Stark, Peter was never not hungry. Except tonight, when his stomach was aching, and he was swallowing the feeling of nausea.

Another bout of it attacked him, distracting him from whatever was happening on screen. He squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling softly. He had to stay quiet. No attracting attention. He could practically feel Mr. Stark’s gaze flicking toward him every few minutes, so Peter straightened up and forced a smile.

But oh, crap. He was going to vomit. All over the stupid fancy couch and the soft grey blanket Mr. Stark had thrown over him earlier when he’d started shivering. He steadied himself with a hand, pulling himself upright.

“Bathroom,” was all he said before leaving Tony behind, walking as casually as he could. Don’t throw up here. Not here. Wait.

The pain wasn’t just a dull throb anymore. It was sharp, searing. It felt like someone was jamming a hot knife into his side, twisting it until all he could think about was the burn. He clenched his fists, swallowing down bile as he reached the bathroom.

The bathroom was lit with a soft white glow as he threw the door shut and dropped to his knees at the toilet bowl. He emptied his stomach until there was nothing left. When he finally felt as if he was running on empty, Peter rested his head against the cold ceramic, his hands protectively wrapped around his stomach.

Ouch. That hurt. Why did it hurt so much? Even the stomach flu he’d had last season hadn’t been this bad. What horrible food poisoning was this? Maybe that hot dog from patrol? Ugh, just thinking about food made his stomach churn again.

“I must inform my boss that you are unwell,” Friday’s voice floated across the room, and Peter froze. He didn’t even want to know how the AI knew he was sick—there weren’t any cameras in the bathroom.

“Please, Fri, I'll tell him as soon as it gets worse.”

“I must inform you against this as you already have a fever over a 100 degrees, but I will stick to your wishes until I find them unreasonable.”

Peter forced a smile at the ceiling. “Thanks, Fri. I owe you one.”

A fever? That wasn’t sounding good at all.

After taking a deep breath to steady himself, Peter made his way back to the living room. He felt the tremble in his legs as he walked, but forced his expression into something neutral, hoping the dim lighting from the TV would hide his pale face.

Mr. Stark twisted to look at him, and Peter prayed his discomfort wasn’t too obvious.

“Kid, I was starting to wonder where you disappeared to. Wanna finish?”

“I, uh… actually, I thought I should go to bed. School day tomorrow and everything, you know?”

Peter leaned against the doorway, trying to look casual, even as he used it to support his weight. The pain was getting worse. He had to get out of there.

“Eh, it’s only like 10. Aren’t you usually up much later with patrol?”

Peter could almost feel the raised eyebrow from across the room.“I’m tired. And an early bedtime is, like, super good.” His voice wavered, panic creeping in. He couldn’t stand here much longer. It hurt.

“Sure you’re okay, kiddo? First, the ice cream, and now an early bedtime? Not turning into a responsible adult, are you?”

Peter forced a smile, trying to play it off. This was good. He was going to pull this off. No problem.

“Mr. Stark, how could you?” Peter shot back, mock-offended. “I’m not eating my vegetables tomorrow, just because.”

But then Mr. Stark stood up, stretching, and Peter realized he was running out of time. If Tony came any closer, he’d notice the fever for sure.

You could just tell him you don’t feel good, a voice in Peter’s head reasoned. You don’t have to suffer. That felt like something Friday would say. He really should tell him. At that moment, his stomach decided for him, and Peter vomited all over his clothes and the floor. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Peter!” Tony yelped, rushing over. It was clear Peter was about to be fussed over. He just knew it.

“I’m fine…”

“You’re not fine. You just threw up. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? Friday?”

Tony was already ushering him toward his bedroom, keeping a hand hovering inches from Peter’s back, not quite touching him. Which, fair, Peter thought, he was feeling gross and covered in vomit.

The smell of it curled around his senses, almost causing him to gag again. Definitely gross.

Friday’s voice chimed in: “A fever of 101 degrees, sir.”

“Friday!” Peter whined. “I trusted you.”Tony raised an eyebrow. “My AI, my loyalty,” he teased, though there was worry etched into his features. Peter wasn’t too scared about being murdered for not telling him earlier.

“Okay, kid, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. Sound good?”

“Yeah...” Peter mumbled as they walked into his room. He really didn’t want to shower right now. More like curl into a pathetic ball of patheticness, but he had to clean up.

“I don’t feel very good…”

“Yeah, kid. Vomiting over everything kind of gives that away.”

“Not everything,” Peter muttered, his embarrassment flaring up again. Tony’s expression softened as he ruffled Peter’s hair affectionately.

“I know, bud. I’m just joking.”

With a grumble, Peter wiggled out of his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Without it and his trousers, he was technically clean. No need for a shower. He could deal with that tomorrow. Probably.

“Pyjamas, kid. I’m getting something to help with the nausea. Guessing you have a stomach bug again?”

Peter only shrugged in response before Tony left him alone. He exhaled sharply, trying to chase away the shitty feeling clinging to him like a second blanket.

Pyjamas. He could get dressed. Easy.

Sure.He stumbled to the dresser, staring unimpressed at the contents. Everything felt irritating—like it would rub his skin the wrong way. After what felt like forever, he finally settled on a pair of bottoms and one of Tony’s MIT hoodies draped over his chair. It was definitely comfortable.

****

A few hours later, Peter’s peaceful rest was shattered by stabbing pains in his stomach. He groaned, curling up tighter in his desired ball, hugging the ache away. He thought he was better after the medicine Tony had given him, but now it hurt even more.

The movement stirred Tony awake. The man had insisted on staying the whole night, for emotional support or something, but Peter hadn’t cared. He could hardly breathe, his breath coming out in ragged pants.

“Pete?” Tony mumbled, half-asleep. Peter wanted to answer, but the words wouldn’t form, and only a whimper slipped out.

"Kid?” Now Tony was awake, switching on the light and flooding the room with brightness. Peter squinted against it, his eyes tearing up from the pain.

“Where does it hurt, baby?” Tony brushed a hand through Peter’s hair, trying to comfort him. Peter panted out, “Stomach.”

“Uncurl for me, kiddo. I want to check something.” Peter moved slowly, each shift making the pain flare. He cried out, but did as asked, uncurling completely, tears welling in his eyes.

Tony’s hands pressed gently on Peter’s stomach, testing different spots. “Does it hurt here?” He pressed a bit above the middle. Peter shook his head. The prodding continued until Tony’s fingers hit the lower right side, and Peter yelped in pain.

“Shit. Kid, I think we need to get you to the medbay. Friday, call Bruce for me. Tell him it’s an emergency.”

“What? No! I’m fine,” Peter tried to argue, even as he lay there, unable to move.

“I think your appendix might disagree with you on that one.” Peter’s eyes widened in panic, groaning again. Would he always have bad luck?

****

Tony leaned his head against the wall, appendicitis. Of course his kid would get it the one week he was staying over at the compound. And of course he would keep it to himself for some time too. 

He would probably have to call Aunt Hottie sometime today. A basic requirement to fill in Peter’s aunt but first he needed some time to chill out.

Gosh. Appendicitis.  

After nearly a decade of struggling, he got Peter to the medbay. The kid wanted to be cooperative, Tony was sure, but walking proved to be a challenge. And keeping body fluids inside oneself. The elevator took the causality of being drenched in vomit this time.

At least Peter was well on his way to recovery, sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed after Brucie helped out and removed certain rogue organs.

Tony breathed out, rubbing a hand across his face. The kid was fine. An organ lighter, sure, but fine. Tony didn’t need to worry about him that much. A few hours under, and he would have his hyper spider kid back, still the anxiety gnawed at his chest.

Loving people come with this. Worrying. Because he really did love the kid. The honesty settled in a part deep inside of him. 

Love. Yeah.

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #10: Virtuoso!

Warning! Before you all get the shakes, @franzliszt-official: This song is largely based on original quotes (!!!) So it didn't just spring from our sick brains.

So, come on, let's fire up the beats again to crash yesterday's grave mood. And then we'll get back to doing what we do best: Naughty- wayward Victorian Lady - songs. How many did we do already? Can’t remember. If there's one thing I've learned from my other band, it's that going over and over the same sexy theme ALWAYS leads to success ;) (Haha. Ha.)

„Lisztomania” is probably the most discussed topic from Franz's virtuoso years. There's even a movie about it, by Ken Russell. I haven't watched it yet, by the way, because I'm extremely scared of it... For those who don't know: Lisztomania began around 1841 in Berlin (where else…freaks ;)) and soon spread throughout Europe. And it was a kind of collective St. Vitus' dance in which people (i.e. women) went as crazy as possible, fought over Liszt's cigar butts, licked out his empty glasses and also offered themselves to him in other ways. Remember, this is the middle of the 19th century. And, of course, there was also the medical view: too many people and candles in one room, “Cantharidin of a musical nature” (really cool!) and female hysteria per se, which was later cured with “vibration therapy” - this is also not our imagination. Ah, good old days. <3 Dear doctors, perhaps it was simply because Liszt was a hot as hell, a gifted musician and a really good showman. Cantharidin, Cantharidin.

It has often been suggested that this may have been the first ingenious music marketing coup in history. That may only be true to a small percentage. The small percentage: Have any of you ever seen a picture of all the merch items that were supposedly there? I collect a lot of Liszt stuff, but I've never found a lock of his hair (or his dog) in a museum, nor brooches, nor any other item anywhere, not even a picture. I'm really interested. If you know anything, please let me know. Shut up and take my money.

As someone who has been bobbing around in today's music world for far too long, I have actually experienced this kind of mania myself on a tour with an internationally successful band (not on stage, thank God, but behind the scenes). That's really really bad. Not for the band, who usually take full advantage of it, but for those who witness it. I've never had so many strange conversations in my life as with groupies. Incidentally, these letters written in blood, which are mentioned in the song, come from my own experience and, for once, are not from a Liszt biography. Dear ladies: Please bear in mind that when you do something like this, it's usually not your adored artist who opens the mail, but some poor bastard who scrubs his hands over the sink for six hours afterwards. I'm just saying.

My doctor explained it to me Miss, you have a problem And I look at him And sob quietly I don't want him to know Of my secret He says it's unfortunate „Histrionic epilepsis“ I don't even know Whether it's contagious Doctor, I think it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania What commands me I only suspect Cantharides Of a musical nature Two weeks ago At a concert it began So I can think of nothing Else since then He is a master of the keys The Don Juan of the boudoirs I wish he'd take me Me here, for fun Everything about him is Pure physiognomy I smoked his cold cigars Till I spat I write him Letters in blood Break into his hotel suite Anything to be close to him Doctor, I also have Diphtheria Doctor, it's Nothing compared to Lisztomania And I'm sure I'll go mad soon Because a lock of his hair So enraptured It hangs in a locket On my bosom Then I will cuddle with His handkerchief For which I fought With other girls Even before it Slipped from his fingers When I, with wet hands On his tails, licked out his empty cognac glass Mr. Doctor, I believe it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania My doctor nods With a knowing look Miss, please leave The smelling salts be We're going to introduce something something new Against your Lisztomania Unfortunately, the only thing that helps is... Vibration therapy Vibration therapy

[ghostedtea]

just finished watching the first p3 movie and i want to write my thoughts down.

first, about the art style of the movie. i thought that it'd be more of a deterrent but i got used to it pretty fast. the animation and art is a bit jank at some times but the composition and overall vibes are reaaaally good! the ambience in the dorm and at the dark hour are immaculate.

they made akihiko very ugly, however. it pains me to see him. it also pained me to see whitewashed kazushi and normie-fied kenji. god i hope they don't do the same to yuko...

i know that when it comes to animation, you have to make choices on how to allocate resources but idk.

second, the voice acting. i played reload w/ the english voices because the english voice actors tend to be really good for modern persona games, however i hate watching dubbed anime so i went for english subbed movie. the voices were alright for the most part, the only caveat to that being that yukari's voice acting was a bit too cutesy and high pitched. that being said, i think the voice matched her character in the movie, even tho i have complaints about her portrayal in the movie.

third, plot changes. i didn't mind how they condensed the time, because otherwise they would have had to make a 5+ hour long movie which would have sucked. i do wish we had at least seen how Makoto had met his social links, if not his interactions w/ them.

the added fuuka and moriyama scenes were really good tho! fleshed out some stuff that needed fleshing out. i also liked that makoto stayed behind during the fuuka rescue mission. it gave him some external struggle and gave pharos something to do that wasn't just standing around being ominous as fuck.

to quote my sister "i still hate that little shitstain but at least he's doing something" (i don't hate the little man, but she does)

fourth, yukari and junpei. those two are my fav members of SEES, they stayed in my party 'till the end, so i have the strongest opinions on their portrayals in the movie.

i'll be positive first, i really liked junpei in the movie. he had that classic iori charm without shying away from his flaws. he's hot and cold w/ Makoto in a way that i felt p3 reload was lacking. i really liked the "personal space" bit as well. that moment where Makoto called back to the "watching my six" thing from the beginning of the movie was so cute too.

that being said, i have complaints w/ movie yukari. listen. she's just too soft. i need her to have more edge and bitchy-ness. i didn't even sense any of the tension that was supposed to be between her and mitsuru because she was being too chill and polite about it. when akihiko asked if she didn't want to be alone w/ mitsuru because she didn't get along w/ her, the movie didn't do the work to make me believe he was right.

when Makoto offered her a hand after she fell on the monotrain, i wanted her to slap his hand away before maybe apologizing, saying that she didn't need his help. it just didn't quite feel like yukari.

[that-one-empty-skull]

Got tagged by @dingbingbats

Rapid fire questions go

coke or pepsi? Bepsi :)

disney or dreamworks? Dreamworks have dragons so

coffee or tea? Coffee for utility tea for pleasure

books or movies? You can't make me choose

windows or mac? Windows, Mac scares me

dc or marvel? DC ig, I like Harlivy

x-box or playstation? PC and Nintendo consoles

dragon age or mass effect? Never played either of them

night owl or early riser? Born to night owl forced to early rise

cards or chess? Cards, I suck at chess :(

chocolate or vanilla? Depends, mostly chocolate though

vans or converse? Vans are more comfy but I love my Converse to death

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? Don't speak French

fluff or angst? BOTH

beach or forest? Forest

dogs or cats? Both are lovely beasts but I have a slight cat bias

clear skies or rain? Rain 100%, not to be too emo but I love the sensation of raindrops falling on my back

cooking or eating out? Cooking all the way if it wasn't for executive dysfunction

spicy food or mild food? I like it a bit spicy. Like "spicy at a Turkish restaurant" not "spicy at an Indian restaurant"-levels

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? Halloween:)

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? The latter is just menopause so that one ig???

if you could have a superpower, what would it be? Shapeshifting or invisibility, you're on the trans loser website

animation or live action? Animation

paragon or renegade? Don't speak Italian

baths or showers? Showers

team cap or team ironman? Unchecked nationalism or hypercapitalist libertarianism. Captain America I guess because I cannot imagine a single emotionally resonant story that could be told with the current iteration of Ironman

fantasy or sci-fi? fantasy but I've been getting more into sci-fi lately

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? The Sappho quote, you know the one;"[…]Heaven and hell are the same but in heaven they feed each other";The good ol' Memento Mori

youtube or netflix? Youtube

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when do you feel accomplished? God has cursed me for my hubris, and my work is never finished.

star wars or star trek? Horny Space Fleet

paperback books or hardcover books? hardcover, I'm too clumsy for paperbacks

to live in a world without literature or without music? You cannot meaningfully separate one from the other

who was the last person to make you laugh? Probably the dingus who tagged me

city or countryside? city

favorite chips? Those corn based chrupki that come in bags the size of a small child

pants or dresses? Pants

libraries or museums? Libraries

character driven stories or plot driven stories? Character driven

bookmarks or folding pages? Bookmarks

Dream job? They should pay me for being a special little boy, so ig Court Jester

What gives you comfort? Art, friends, pillows to hug

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? My theology/ I like to know that he's watching me/ Fulfill me up like a prophecy/ put the fear of God in me ; Sodom & Gomorrah by Dorian Electra my beloved

favorite ice cream flavor ever? Can't go wrong with mango

first fandom?

tagging others, add your own new question at the end if you follow up:

@vikugnavikugna @vzajemnik @nectadraws @sephinot @immortalsapphics @randomarcher2013 @asphyxi-art

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twenty five)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

Beginning | Previous | Next

Word count: 711

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Grooves is finally going to realise his feelings. Only a little longer until they admit their feelings. Enjoy!

Grooves sipped his mug of coffee, watching as Conductor trudged into the room.

He'd left the owl to sleep after Conductor had finished watching his reel.

Conductor had been nice enough to let Grooves stay and watch the rest too.

"Sleep well?" Grooves asked, watching as the coffee machine dispensed into another mug.

Conductor let out a grumbled string of words, snatching up the mug and downing the piping hot liquid.

"You need to say goodbye," the train chimed.

"Yeah, I'll go chat to Roxie in a bit," Conductor said. "Sorry about the, uh- the mess I was in the other night."

"Hey, no, don't apologise," Grooves replied. "You were there for me at that interview when I was out of it."

Conductor crossed over and sat down beside him in the booth, resting his head on the tabletop.

"Thanks Grooves," Conductor mumbled.

"Roxie is outside!" The train announced.

"Let her in then." Conductor waved a hand.

The ceiling lights flickered in a pattern, flashing in a row from one end to the end they were sitting at.

"So, how is the train, um, alive?" Grooves inquired.

"I don't actually know," Conductor laughed, sitting back up.

"She doesn't know either. The Express was like this when I got her. I've got the records from her previous owners and they didn't know either."

"So you're saying you've done peck all to solve the case?!"

"I appreciate you quoting my movies darling, thanks," Conductor said with a grin.

Grooves' chest fluttered slightly as his friend turned back to him.

"It's crazy, right?" Conductor mused, the corners of his mouth still pulled into a smile.

"Y-yeah," Grooves stammered, face heating.

The door at the other end of the carriage slid open and the lights flickered back to normal.

Roxie made a few gestures as she walked over, sitting down across from the two of them.

Conductor shrugged, signing something back.

Roxie looked between Grooves and Conductor, cocking her head to the side.

Conductor rapidly signed something before standing.

"I'm cold, I'm going to get my coat," Conductor announced, jogging up the stairs in the room.

"What was on the tape?" Roxie asked after he was gone.

"I think he should tell you himself," Grooves answered.

Roxie frowned, leaning back against the wall.

"Dad got me to go to a theatre club when I was younger. Apparently I had talent. I didn't enjoy it though," Roxie reminisced, propping her feet up on the table. "Dad got kind of upset. But Mum understood; she was nice about it. That was one of the last happy memories I have with her before she died."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You two would've gotten along really well. For more than one reason," Roxie chuckled after she said the last part, smirking as she looked over at Grooves.

"What do you mean?" Grooves asked. Roxie shook her head gently.

"You both loved acting. And you both love Conductor," Roxie whispered.

Grooves started to protest before Conductor came back out from upstairs, running back down to the booth and sitting beside the penguin. He'd put on his dark coat, buttoned tightly around him.

"What'd I miss?" Conductor asked, talons tapping out a tune on the tabletop.

"Hamilton songs on the brain?" Roxie teased.

"Shut it, peck neck," Conductor replied with a slight laugh, resting his head on Grooves' shoulder.

Roxie sighed, looking between the two of them.

Grooves looked at Conductor out of the corner of his eye, a faint heat rising in his cheeks.

He'd never seen Conductor so happy.

"Are you cold or somethin'? I can go grab your coat," Conductor offered, indicating Grooves' puffed up feathers.

"Oh, no, it's nothing," Grooves protested.

Roxie stood up, reaching over and quickly ruffling the feathers at the top of Conductor's head.

"I've got to get back. But I'll come visit the studio some time. And perhaps even come to your movie premier," Roxie said.

"Our movie is gonna win all the awards this year," Conductor bragged.

Roxie let out a bark of laughter, waving goodbye before she left the carriage.

Grooves stared at The Conductor.

"What?" The owl asked.

"You called it our movie."

"And?"

"It's the first time you've called it our movie."

"I couldn't make it on my own."

[cactusspatz]

March recs

I didn't read a ton in March -- between my birthday, attending SXSW Film (16 movies in one week!), and then getting over the cold I caught at SXSW -- and what I did read was mostly… Harry Potter fic? Yeah, I was surprised too. I've bookmarked only one fic in the last few years since JKR went off the transphobia cliff, so it was a bit strange, but I was pleased to see fandom is persisting in being aggressively queer and/or 'fuck canon' about it.

So I've got 1 Murderbot fic, 1 The Fugitive fic, and 5 Harry Potter fics, plus a handful more at Pinboard.

reasoning made lucid and cool by The_Onion (Murderbot, gen)

Iris is guest-teaching a PUMNT course, so it makes sense for Murderbot to go as her security. Yes, ART is doing most of the job, and yes, they are making Murderbot take a class, but it's still only there for work. It thinks? What do you mean it has to do a group project. "Really, the longer I stayed here, the more it seemed like this was all a ploy to force me into an education module."

A++ Murderbot-ART dynamic, plus Murderbot blowing its cover to save lives, as per usual.

Wikipedia: List of notable manhunts by rastaban (The Fugitive, Sam/Richard)

Categories: Manhunts | US Marshal's Office | Overturned convictions in the United States | Withdrawn drugs | Gay & lesbian figures in the 1990s

Charmingly meta fic from the POV of someone editing the articles about Richard's story. I love the details filling in the case details, and every quote from Sam sounds just like him.

HARRY POTTER

Heal Thyself by astolat (Harry/Draco)

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.” “What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th. “Oh, I thought you might,” she said. “Well, goodbye.” And off she wandered again in her addled way.

Great redemption arc for Draco with fascinating worldbuilding about magical healing. And competence porn, of course - astolat always excels at that!

the dogfather by hollimichele (gen, Remus/Sirius)

“I’m not a reverse werewolf either,” says the man. “I’m your godfather.”

Wonderful AU where Harry gets adopted by Muggles and Sirius escapes early that I started reading on Tumblr ages ago and finally got around to finishing on AO3 years later.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (Harry/Draco)

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Creative and engaging plot (mystery with intermittent work disasters), and VERY hot.

that’s the art of getting by by sarewolf (Remus/Sirius)

“What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry. “Remus…” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.” A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”

Wrenching, gorgeously written AU that digs into Remus and Sirius's trauma, then patiently untangles their grief and betrayal and love so they can start to heal.

Lost and Found by rosie-writes (Remus/Sirius)

Imagine a universe in which Remus never went to Hogwarts. The Marauders never became Animagi, and so Peter had nowhere to run when Sirius cornered him after the Potters' deaths. Peter was the one who ended up in Azkaban, whilst Sirius was granted custody of Harry. Fast-forward six years or so, to a sunny day in April 1988….

Wistful but startlingly sweet AU.

[cto10121]

Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome: Tag Masterpost

Cto10121 is finally doing a personalized tag masterpost!!! It’s about damn time. Anyhoo, hopefully this will make it easier to find most everything of interest in my blog.

Me, Myself, and I

Cristina Reviews: General tag for my reviews of books, movies, musicals, and TV shows.

Cristina Reads: General tag for books with text, quotes, and screenshots.

Cristina Opines: My cold takes.

Cristina Has An Unpopular Opinion: My hot takes.

Cristina Is Silly: Technically I have a sense of humor.

Cristina Memes: Badly, but she does.

Cristina Metas: General tag for my nerdy griping.

Icon Fun: I had tons with those icon memes of yore.

Ask/Reply

I Come Anon: For anonymous asks.

Books & Literature

Cristina Is An English Major: Main tag.

Popular Fandoms

Twilight Meta: Meta on Twilight.

Anti Anti Twilight: This is a pro-romance blog above all, but honestly it doesn’t deserve it.

Twilight Clownery: Tumblr’s hatred of Twilight has much to do with hate, but more with love clownery.

SAB Meta: Very critical meta on Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone. See also: Anti Malina, Mal Me Cae Muy Mal

Darling Dorkling Darkling Done Dirty: I originated this tag and don’t you lot forget it! Defense of The Darkling from Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone.

HP Clown Takes: Harry Potter clownery is real and so I eat it.

Shakespeare

R&J Meta/RJ Meta: Meta on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. The Struggle Is Real for both Shakespeare and Presgurvic meta. I also did a read-through on Arthur Brooke’s version.

R&J Clown Takes: It’s a whole series by this point. See also: RJ Clown Takes, RJ Clownery, R&J Clownery.

Romeo Hate Dumb: So much material that I literally had to create my own tag for it. Thanks for nothing, world.

Hamlet Meta: Meta on Shakespeare’s Hamlet.

Hamlet Clownery: I foresee this will be a thing.

Shakespeare Meta: Meta on Shakespeare’s plays in general.

Shakespeare Clownery: Might as well create this tag because I know I’m going to need it.

Life of Will: Meta on Shakespeare himself and his life.

Musicals

Romeo et Juliette: General tag for Presgurvic’s musical. Also Roméo et Juliette.

RetJ Meta: I like to talk about this musical way too goddamn much.

RetJ World Domination: The whole purpose of this blog by this point.

Original French RetJ

Revival RetJ

Takarazuka RetJ

Hungarian RetJ

That Production That Must Not Be Named: You lot know exactly what I mean.

Idaho RetJ: This exists.

Notre Dame de Paris: General tag for the Plamondon/Cocciante musical.

Elisabeth: General tag for the Kunze/Lévay musical. Also with the das.

Rebecca: General tag for the Kunze/Lévay musical. Also with the das.

My Writing

That’s kind of my main thing. I still have my AO3 and Fanfiction.Net accounts, as well as a sister blog here, technically.

Lyrics and Translations

The agonies of a certain English translation of RetJ has driven me to a life of crime lyric writing, beginning with RetJ. I also uploaded whole scripts to my lyrics website; those are more or less the latest versions.

My Lyrics: My general tag for all my translations, including pop and world music.

RetJ English: English lyrics for Presgurvic’s Roméo et Juliette, de la Haine à l’Amour.

Notre Dame de Paris English: English lyrics for Cocciante’s and Plamondon’s Notre Dame de Paris.

Elisabeth English: English lyrics for Kunze and Lévay’s Elisabeth.

Starmania English: English lyrics for Plamondon and Berger’s Starmania.

Tanz der Vampire English: English lyrics for Kunze and Steinman’s Tanz der Vampire.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Have you ever left your front door unlocked all night? Nooo. We keep our door locked 24/7.

Do you prefer cold or warm weather? Cold, are you kidding? I can think of a few things worse than having your house feel like an oven and sweating in your own home. <<<< Ugh, right??

The last advertisement you saw: What was it advertising? I already forgot.

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid.

Do you wear any perfumes / colognes on a regular basis? Not currently, but that's cause i ran out of my NIcki Minaj Pink Friday 2 perfume. I'm obsessed.

Do you have high or low self esteem levels? I'm just a sucker with no self-esteem.

When was the last time you listened to a song on repeat? What was the song? That Dance You Outta My Head song by Cat Janice from TikTok. Her story is really sad.

How do you feel about being in the house alone? I'm okay during the day but not at night at all. And sometimes during the day can be too long.

What was the last compliment you received? It was on my nails I just recently had done. I did cute nails for St. Patrick's Day.

Do you like mint or orange flavored chocolate? I love mint chocolate.

How often do you get spots? Like, pimples? Not often at all as I've gotten older.

Do you believe that when your ears burn someone is talking about you? i say that jokingly, but no.

Are you a good host when visitors come over or do you wish they’d leave? I try to be, but I really don't like and avoid hosting cause i feel I suck and it's so stressful. I'm too worried about everything going well and everyone having a good time.

When was the last time you burnt your mouth from eating something too hot? It's been a long time I don't recall.

What is your favorite foreign language to listen to? (In music or speech) I mean, English since that's my fluent language. I do like some Spanish and Swedish songs, though.

Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics? I prefer lyrics, but that doesn't mean I'm opposed to all instrumental music.

Name something simple that makes you happy. Shopping on that damn Temu. It should stress me out cause I shop too much.

What is your favorite instrument to listen to? Piano and guitar.

Pick one: Books, movies or music? Nope, I'm choosing all 3.

Do you carry a bag around with you often? What does it look like? I have my bags I switch out depending on which one I feel like using.

Do you like your natural hair color? No, but I dye it red.

Do you delete your emails / texts often? I never delete texts. I used to be really good about clearing my email regularly to keep it from getting out of hand, but I've been majoring slacking.

What was the last book you read about? It's a murder series. I haven't read in several months ya'll it's not okay.

What color are the walls in the room you’re in? White.

Did you dress up last Halloween? As what? Nope. I stopped doing that several years ago.

Do you have any old friends who you still kinda speak to but it’s awkward? Honestly, it'd be that way with any of my Facebook "friends" that aren't my family. Like, they're people I know from school growing up or went to college with, but we don't keep in touch other than an occasional "like" on something with some of them. If I ran into any of them in public it'd be super awkward.

Name one of your favorite memories. Just being a kid and playing with my Barbies and whatnot.

Are you a polite person? Yes.

When was the last time you used a quote from a movie in real life? Recently, I'm sure.

Have you ever used a chat-up line that actually worked? I've never used a chatline. I did teen chat rooms back in the AOL days when I was like 10.

Can you put your legs behind your head? No.

Do you forget things easily? No.

The last song you listened to: Did it have a male or female vocalist? Male.

Is the heating on in your house currently? Nooo. I'd be too warm. We don't use our heater anyway except for extremely rare cases just to warm it up a little.

Do you often find toothpaste too minty? I use a sensitive one that light mint.

Have you ever had braces? Do you need them? Not for my teeth.

Are you a subscriber to any magazines? Which? Nope.

What does your voice sound like? (Loud, quiet, high pitched, etc) I don't know how to really describe it other than quiet.

[maneaterwithtail]

Why the Bowser-Peach dynamic works on multiple angles

[QUOTE="Nerevar, post: 6942198, member: 83632"]Because really, you can only get kidnapped by the same guy so many times before it starts looking suspicious.[/QUOTE]

Gonna be honest. I have engaged in similar thinking, but that's kind of victim blaming mentality

Bowser is as much a monarch and a powerful VIP with unique resources and authority as she is.

As a result much as you can have a persistent stalker or ex- spouse or what have you. so too can you have a persistent pursuer who, especially if there are other issues that leave you tied together such as a long standing border dispute and other issues, make it so that things cycle in-and-out of hot cold pursuit for control and/or covet

If anything the movie got right it's the fact that bowser truly is a dragon. That is he sympathetic in his avarice and longing, but it's very destructive

at the exact same time period he thinks happiness is something you acquire like all the gold he has or the authority that he was born to and if he just shouts enough or controls enough he will acquire it and then suddenly sadness will no longer exist

The fact that Coveting that person like this is not the same as loving and respecting them and in fact would make them both miserable and so on just completely escapes his worldview because he's a naive toddler in an elephant's body with all the desires and power of a f****** fire breathing monster

That is to say why he comes off so much more rapey nowadays. As opposed to just love struck or doing business

It even ties into what makes him almost charming, because it's kind of funny how much he desires peach. I think it was once explained with the Dursleys. From the outside looking in, they're comical and seem harmless. And then you realize what it would be like to actually be in their power and it's horrifying

In no small part because they're so petty short sighted cruel and vain and shallow

Same thing with bowser, constantly going after princess peach.

At this point he has to know that she's never gonna love him back, but he never stops playing into this idea that he can sort of make it happen, which is all sorts of creepy and all the more real

The sight of her with that piranha plant bouquet still gives me chills

Because we know that Piranha plants tend to respond to sudden motion nearby. So he's basically forced Peach to act like a placid doll and go along with his plan and not rock the boat or else the very gifts he gives her in order to make her look like a bride will hurt her. It's like putting someone in a torture cage, but making it look pretty from the outside and even making the bars look enviable

And if that doesn't so wonderfully illustrate a domestic abusive situation

[menkhu]

RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

ahh thank you for the tag @jxstnn !! btw the confusing questions were referencing dragon age and mass effect respectively

coke or pepsi: water :)

disney or dreamworks: i don't really do movies

coffee or tea: a few favorite teas>coffee>most tea

books or movies: books

windows or mac: windows, i've got a sniper trained on apple inc and i'm waiting to line up that perfect shot

dc or marvel: the only superhero i care about is spider-man

x-box or playstation: pc

dragon age or mass effect: both but i have to say dragon age as a fantasy lover

night owl or early riser: huge night owl, coming at you from 2am

cards or chess: cards

chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

vans or converse: whatever's in the clearance aisle tbh

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: idr inquisition that well but i do think being able to play as a qunari is rad as hell

fluff or angst: fluff < angst < fluff and angst

beach or forest: forest

dogs or cats: cats, doggy kisses are too gross to me

clear skies or rain: clear skies, i am photosynthetic

cooking or eating out: cooking

spicy food or mild food: mild, by a small margin

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: crimbus; i love gift giving and gift receiving and reciprocal kindness

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too hot

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: healing; i wish to relieve your burdens

animation or live action: live action but also both

paragon or renegade: paragon, mean dialogue options make me sad

baths or showers: showers

team cap or team ironman: team spider-man, the only superhero i care about

fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: oh man i gotta remember stuff? you're getting some favorite song lyrics instead: "they don't understand; i'm not what they think i am" -waterman, userx "kill them with kindness; i'm so polite i know all the right knives to use" -fight! sophie hunter "you ain't gotta boo me just to tell me that i love wrong; gloves on" -gloves on, 80purpp "do you wanna kill time in aisle 3 with frozen food" - hospitals, shiny wet machine

youtube or netflix: yohoho

harry potter or percy jackson: nah

when do you feel accomplished: when i laugh at my own jokes while writing

star wars or star trek: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

paperback books or hardcover books: audiobooks

to live in a world without literature or without music?: sorry music i love you but writing is part of my soul

who was the last person to make you laugh? a discord friend

city or countryside? countryside

favorite chips? pringles

pants or dresses? dresses, free the knees!

libraries or museums? libraries

character driven stories or plot driven stories? character driven

bookmarks or folding pages? telling myself i'm gonna remember the page number and then forgetting the page number

Dream job? that's the question isn't it

What gives you comfort? baking with friends, rambling at friends, stardew valley

what are some of your favorite song lyrics?

Tagging: @kcvagabond @dingbingbats @wheelie-butch @lunalucykat @nessietessie @cornflower-fields

[jomiddlemarch]

that might as well be the first sign of the apocalypse

You didn’t ask people what they’d been through, before Jackson. They either told you or they didn’t. You didn’t ask about the journey, what they’d lost along the way, though no one was pretending there wasn’t a Before and a World Outside. If you didn’t like it that way, you left, so everyone in Jackson was pretty much okay with the unspoken rules. Grace had seen how relieved Joel was when they met and she didn’t try to make him tell his story, how it settled him down to talk as if they’d already been talking, as if silence between them was comfortable and always had been. But all of that meant jack-shit when it came down to what was right in front of their eyes. And ears.

“Who the hell is that? Where the fuck did he come from?” Joel said, as if she wouldn’t be surprised to hear him say it. She knew better than to lay a hand on his forearm, let alone to glance up at his face and try to catch his eye.

“Ted. Last name’s Lasso, if you can believe it, with that hat and the ‘stache,” Grace said. If the dusty cowboy hat Ted wore wasn’t exactly ten-gallons, it certainly approximated it, and there was lilt in his voice when he said Howdy ma’amand touched its stained brim that made her feel like maybe it wasn’t all an act, even though it seemed like it had to be a goddamned act. “I think he’s starting a soccer club. Or league. Whatever you call it. He was calling it football, but there was an uproar, so he’s agreed to say soccer.”

“I was only away for two weeks,” Joel said. Only, when it had seemed like forever to Grace, like two millennia, like she was pining again for a call from a hot guy and cordyceps was a word in a mycology textbook no one had checked out of the college library stacks in approximately thirty years. Across the square, a bunch of people, not only kids, were running around in what was supposed to be some sort of drill and every once in a while, Ted cried out “Off-sides” and everyone stopped in confusion.

“That’s how it goes. Everything is the same for a while, until you think nothing will ever change, Taco Tuesday the regular disappointment without any decent hot sauce, all the comfort of it starting to get a little old, and then someone leaves or someone arrives and it’s all different. This time, it’s Ted. Soccer. And Beard,” Grace said.

“He’s got a mustache, Grace,” Joel said. She’d walked into that one, but there hadn’t been any way around it and she felt like Joel needed a moment of agency. It was amazing how being right in even the smallest way could settle him down.

“Beard’s his friend. Comrade. Samwise to his Frodo and that, I want you to know, is a direct quote and not something I would ever have come up with on my own,” Grace said. Beard had a limp and a lisp along with his beard and a way of keeping Ted in his sights wherever he was that had made Grace wonder about whether they were lovers for a hot minute, until she saw the way Beard pressed his lips together when Ted was about to do something foolhardy and then yelled at the man with the confidence only a brother could feel, recognizing Joel and Tommy in the newcomers. “I wasn’t ever that genus of nerd. I fell asleep watching the movie.”

“It was okay,” Joel said, shrugging. “Long.”

“Ted’s nice,” Grace said. “Beard is a stone-cold killer, but Ted’s…kind. Right away and with anyone. It’s a little weird, actually. It’s like he hasn’t been dealing with all this shit, when you talk to him, he’s always making these puns or talking like some sort of Will Rogers-Farmer’s Almanac mash-up, but then he’ll just drop something like, how he had a kid before, how he’d gotten one of the last flights out of the UK but he was still too late to get home, and it stops you dead in your tracks.” Henry, Ted had said his son was called, but she wasn’t going to tell Joel that and take the chance of making him think of Sarah.

“Dangerous,” Joel said. He meant: to remember. To be caught up in the past, the vast oceanic grief that would swallow you, take you down to a depth where the sun wasn’t even a memory and you were still falling, still far away from the bottom. He’d been living in Jackson long enough to know its strength but he refused to go to sleep unless his bad ear was the one pressed against the pillow.

“Dangerous not to,” Grace said. She dosed herself with Before, an endless titration she could never get quite right, enough to keep from feeling nothing or feeling like a fake Grace in a fake world. From walking out the gates alone, unarmed, welcoming whatever form annihilation was going to take. She whispered useless, unusable things to herself, the Krebs cycle and her mother’s recipe for dòushā bāo, the fourth verse of “Good King Wenceslas,” her DEA number, the scrolling opening of the original Star Wars, and if it was the middle of the night and she’d stayed over, Joel would kiss the back of her neck once before he wrapped his arms around her more tightly, her ass tucked against his hips, collecting her into him so she couldn’t fall apart, only back to sleep. Now, he reached over, laid his hand on her forearm where she’d shoved up her sleeve, his calloused palm warm against her bare skin.

“He bakes. Ted. Started bringing Maria some special shortbread biscuits wrapped up in a red bandana,” Grace said. “Apologized for not having a proper box and a ribbon. Like that’s a thing.” She’d imagined a robin’s egg blue box, like one from Tiffany’s holding a diamond solitaire, but maybe he’d had another color in mind—white or ordinary brown cardboard. Pink like a peony, a flower she didn’t expect to see again in her lifetime.

“He any good?” Joel said. She’d never known him to be particular about what he ate, only paying attention to Ellie’s favorites, shoveling in whatever was in front of him, but maybe he had a sweet tooth?

“Shockingly,” Grace laughed. “I don’t know how we’ll keep him in sugar, but that’s a Maria problem to solve and let’s just say that post-shortbread, she is highly motivated.”

“You think it’s good that he’s here,” Joel said. He’d started to do that with her, ask a question coupled with its answer, some oblique indication that he trusted her, maybe not as much as Ellie, but more than anyone else. Grace thought of Ted Lasso lining up his motley teams, giving a little pep talk that should have made the teens roll their eyes and everyone else jog in place, restive, and how they’d all listened to him, eager to be coached. Coaxed. To play instead of merely live. She’d seen the expression in his eyes, the people he’d lost he was remembering, the risk he knew they took in believing him, the weight of that a burden and all that he had to tether him to this world. Henry was gone. Beard was fierce and remote and clucked over Ted like an old auntie when it got late and Ted showed no sign of resting. She’d seen how Ted almost reached out his hand to ruffle the hair of Idina’s youngest boy, how Joel like to rest his hand on Ellie’s narrow shoulder.

“Yeah, it is,” she said. “Even if I have a lot of sprained ankles and pulled groins coming my way at the clinic and a dwindling supply of still-potent NSAIDs.”

“If he’s that good a coach, shouldn’t see many injuries,” Joel said. “If he’s that good a baker, he’s probably better with people. Less finicky than pastry.”

“It’s enough for you to take my word on him?” Grace said. She wasn’t ready to assume the answer.

“You know better than to ask me,” Joel said. He squeezed her wrist gently, let his thumb rest on her radial artery. “But I’ll see what Lasso says over dinner. With any luck, he’ll bring dessert and I’ll be able to judge him on his merits.”