#james: well i do all that with the lads and they're not into me as far as i know

[enbysiriusblack]

james and lily in their friendship stage and james has resigned himself to thinking she only likes him platonically, whilst lily is calling him pretty and stealing sirius' 'potter' shirt to wear at james' quidditch matches and squeezing onto an armchair so she's half in his lap when there's another chair next to them and inviting him to the madame puddifoot's to hang out.

[engie-ivy]

(If it's three prompts, can it be three times as long?😋 Fix-It Halloween fic! Happy ending, promise!)

@wolfstarmicrofic 23rd, 24th, 25th: Fidelius Charm, Skeleton, Spooky

792 words

Remus hates Halloween, but maybe it's time to get over that hatred...

All's Well That Ends Well

“Uncle Moony, uncle Moony!” Harry comes rushing into the living room.

Remus puts away his book. “What is it, lad?”

“There are skeletons next door!” Harry exclaims.

Remus chuckles. “They're not real, Harry. They're Halloween decoration.”

“Decoration,” Harry repeats. “But decoration is fun, like flags and balloons. Skeletons aren't fun.”

“No,” Remus agrees, pulling Harry onto his lap. “But for Halloween, the decoration is supposed to be spooky.” He tickles Harry's sides and the boy giggles as he squirms. “Halloween is the scary holiday.”

“Scary,” Harry mumbles. “Uncle Moony, what is the scariest Halloween you ever had?”

Remus’ breath halts.

1981

“They can't be, they can't be…”

“The whole house is blown to bits. They're gone, Remus.”

“No. No. The Fidelius Charm, and Sirius, he…”

“He betrayed them, Remus.”

“No. No, he wouldn't. Not James. Never James.”

“There's no other explanation.”

“Just let me talk to him. I'm sure he can explain. Somehow. Just let me talk to him. Please.”

“He's on the run. Which just confirms his guilt. The Auror department as well as the Muggle police are all searching for him.”

“Muggle police…”

“Peter bravely went after him once he realized Sirius betrayed Lily and James. However, once cornered, Sirius blew up an entire street, killing Peter and nine Muggles.”

“Peter? Peter’s gone too?”

“I'm so sorry, Remus.”

“No. No. Sirius is not a… not a… Sirius is not a murderer.”

“We didn't think he was a traitor either.”

Remus swallows. “I'll have to think about that, Harry,” he replies, somehow managing to force a smile.

Harry pouts for a moment, but then he pipes up. “Can we put up Halloween decoration?”

“Oh, I don't know. I'm actually not such a fan of…”

“Pleaseeeee, uncle Moony, pleaseeeee.”

“Oh, alright then.”

1981

There's a knock on the door.

Almost in a trance, Remus goes to open. Whatever is on the other side of that door can't possibly make tonight any worse. He freezes once he sees who's on the doorstep.

“Sirius.”

“Moony, I-”

“No, don't call me that! You were the Secret Keeper, Sirius. How are they dead then, Sirius? How?”

“Moony, I can explain.”

“No. No, you can't. You can't explain betrayal and you can't explain murder!”

“It's not like that, Remus.”

Remus pulls out his wand. “I should hand you over to the Dementors right now!”

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” another voice suddenly says.

“What's this then? Halloween decoration? I thought you hated Halloween?”

Remus looks up from where he's reading his book on the couch. “Well, apparently, I hate saying no to Harry even more.”

“Ha, I know what that's like. At least I can play the indulgent godfather-card.”

1981

“J-James? You're… You're… You're alive?”

“Peter was the Secret Keeper,” James wastes no time in saying. “At least of Godric’s Hollow. But we had our suspicions about Peter, so Harry, Lily and I were actually staying at another safe house, of which Sirius was the Secret Keeper.”

“When Peter indeed went and betrayed Godric’s Hollow to You Know Who,” Sirius continues. “Instead of James, Lily and Harry, he found an ambush waiting on him, set by Dumbledore and the most powerful members of the Order.”

“So when the house blew up, it was only He who got hurt,” James concludes.

Stunned, Remus looks from James to Sirius to James and back to Sirius. “And the Muggles, the murders…?”

A dark look appears on Sirius’ face. “Unfortunately, in my anger, I made the mistake of going after Peter. He blew up a street and disappeared into the sewer as the rat he is. I wish I could've saved those Muggles…”

A clattering sound brings Sirius back to the present, and he looks at Remus who has just dropped his wand on the floor.

Remus flings himself forward and wraps his arms around his two friends, relief flooding his body. Whatever is to come, they have each other.

Sirius gives Remus a kiss and sits down on the couch next to him, letting his head rest in Remus’ lap.

Remus kisses him again, just because he can. “How was the game?”

“Great. The Harpies won. Though James and I are still a little scared of how fanatic Lily gets,” he shudders. “Thank you for watching Harry. The Potters’ insist we come over for dinner tomorrow.”

“Ah, good. No offense, but I'd pick James’ cooking over yours any day.”

Sirius barks a laugh. “None taken, and same. Hey,” he then says, reaching out and cupping Remus’ cheek. “If you're really getting over your aversion for Halloween, maybe we could take Harry trick-or-treating?”

“Yeah,” Remus replies. “We could do that. I think I really am getting over my hatred for Halloween. After all, all’s well that ends well.”

[bigmanroykent]

some royjamie fic & podfic recs

i've been trying to make my Grand Return to Reading Fics for months because i miss royjamie so much and i have so many fics marked for later that it makes me cry but turns out. i'm not doing so well reading from a screen these days and only manage physical and audio books which makes reading fic a bit more challenging. so this isn't the huge spreadsheet with recs i had prepared in hopes of sharing it but here are the few i did manage to put there these last few months (with a special thank you to podficcers as well!!), please enjoy them too if you haven't read them yet:

from the mouths of babes by Dyece - Phoebe says something devastatingly insightful, and Roy has a minor Feeling about it.

as weak as a violet by tooshyforthis - After Keeley shuts the door in your face, you stumble your way to the place you call church. Jamie follows you. Always does. When you stumble your way to bed, he follows you there too.

Can't Start A Fire Without A Spark by Blackmustache - Things are changing at Man City and somebody needs to convince Jamie to come home.

i don't know what it is but i got that feeling by aisjustrunning - Jamie has been invited to a party (?) and now he has to buy a present for Roy Fucking Kent.

What you'd do to me tonight by fangrrlsing - “Vanilla vodka.” He shakes his head and Jamie is frozen under his eyes. “Such a child.” There is a gasp stuck in his throat, a protest. It hurts even though it shouldn’t. What should he care what a washed-up has-been thinks about him? Except this is Roy fucking Kent.

Their Love Was There by things_renew_themselves - Jamie and Roy hang out after the bonfire. Shit gets real.

everything by swimmingfox. I'm not kidding, their writing is wonderful and their podfics have been a lifesaver and I already have them linked because I was preparing a podfic rec post before I remembered that I had some other fics ready in my spreadsheet:

A Windmill In Old Amsterdam - Extra scenes from Roy and Jamie's night-time bike ride. Soft and sweet. Four in the Morning & Babe - Starting from S3E4, but then going off on its own. First Time - Jamie and Roy talk about Jamie's experience with his dad in Amsterdam. Jamie has a panic attack, and Roy is there to help. The Death of James Tartt - Jamie arrives on Roy's doorstep with the news that his dad is dead. Roy helps him through the first day and starts to realise his feelings for Jamie have changed. Sweetness prevails! Date - Jamie asks Roy out to dinner. It's nothing special. Honest. Or: Roy finds himself accidentally on a date with Jamie Tartt. Set post-S03! Brazil or, Shag Marry Avoid - Jamie invites Roy to Brazil, and incredibly Roy agrees. Jamie keeps getting erections. They're very much about Roy. Smug Fucking Prick - Jamie and Roy don't go for a kebab after their fight. Instead, Roy turns up at four the next morning, as they've got one more training session. Jamie is not having it. A Cute Little Roy of Pitch Black - Jamie gives Roy another one of his very thoughtful presents for Christmas. It's more of a hint than the last one. Shameless Christmas fluff! roy who by armadillo1976 / original - “Never heard of Roy Kent?” Jamie’s nose scrunches up.

strong (and capable) like an elephant by jedusaur (podfic by Silverkat1620)

it’s a long walk home by antspaul, swordguy - “If there’s a big man coaching Richmond…” Roy gestures broadly—as insultingly broad as he can. “I haven’t seen him.”

Jamie looks unimpressed. Like he’d been waiting to be hurt but expected more. Looks fucking disappointed. Roy’s not done.

“All I see is a little boy, barely two years into a job he thinks he deserves because he’s got the loudest mouth in the room. With a cheap win under his belt because he probably got on his knees for the referee.”

first, violent love by liesmyth - “What, you think you’re the first young prick who’s come round begging for a fuck? I told you, Tartt. You’re not half as special as you think you are.” - All the lads are cursed to speak their minds. Jamie and Roy fuck about it.

Scentr by PGHumfort - Freshly retired, single, and a little lonely, Roy Kent, who hid his omega status throughout his entire career, lets Keeley talk him into trying out the new, exclusive, anonymous dating service for the rich and famous she’s doing PR for. The twist? It’s purely scent-based with the idea that the body will intrinsically know a good mate on smell alone. You’ll never guess who smells the best to Roy!

[hannahhook7744]

Incorrect quotes for Tulip x Artie featuring Artie's friends and Morgie please ?

Morgie: I know you love them.

Artie: I am not in love with Tulip!

Morgie, staring at Artie: I never said who...

Artie*realizes*

Artie: Shit. Well, anyways—

Morgie: We are not just gonna breeze passed that.

Artie: If we have to talk about my crush on Tulip, we have to talk about the obvious crush you had on Hook and Hades.

Morgie, staring:

Artie, staring:

Morgie: Anyway, what do you want for lunch?

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Tulip *cooking*

Morgie *kicks down door*

Morgie *grabs knife from Tulip's hand*

Morgie: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?

Tulip:

Tulip: What.

Artie: They're trying to tell you they want to cook.

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Morgie *lifting weights*

Tulip: Wow… They’re so intense!

Artie: I wonder what drives them.

Morgie, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

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Morgie: Something tells me Artie's going to be a bit more unhinged today...

Artie, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Artie isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Morgie: No, but I am.

Hades, eating popcorn: Nah, let him do.

James, nodding and grabbing a handful: Aye, we wanna see what happens when the lad does!

Morgie: I will encourage your kids to do something like this if you keep encouraging him. Also how did you get in my house—

Uliana, from the kitchen: You gave us all a key.

Lizard Maleficent, on Uliana's shoulder *hisses in agreement*

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Morgie: You borrowed a crane?

Tulip: Not exactly.

Artie: You stole a crane?!

Tulip: Exactly.

Artie: WITHOUT ME?

Morgie: I'm too old for this shit.

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Lizard Maleficent*hisses at Morgie*

Morgie*hisses back*

Tulip, confused: WHAT is going on here?

Artie: They're arguing.

Tulip: About what?

Artie: Maleficent wants Morgie to sit with her at Mal's coronation now that she's getting married but he already agreed to sit with Uliana and Hades.

Tulip, even more confused: Why doesn't she just sit with Hook?

Artie, bored: Because he refused to sit with her or Hades because he's neutral.

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Artie and Tulip *about to do something stupid*

Tulip: my daddy refuses to tell me what death is so this should fun !

Morgie, deadpanned: Death means you can't go shopping or see your loved ones ever again.

Tulip: OH HELL NO !

Tulip: Artie are you sure this a good idea ??

Artie: It'll be fine!

Narrator (who is Dragonet): Spoiler alert, it was not fine.

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Tulip: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Artie: I-

Morgie, who's had this exact conversation with his friends and past partners: Don't answer that.

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Artie: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.

Tulip: Sacrifice? I nominate Morgie.

Morgie: Wait, what?

Tulip: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.

Morgie: You're shorter than me!

Artie: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!

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Dragonet *snickering as the camera turns on* hey Auratube, it's your guy Dragonet the Jester here and today we're gonna be pranking Morgie.

*cuts to Artie and Tulip leaning over Morgie's shoulder as he reads a gossip magazine about himself*

Artie: Hey, Morgie?

Morgie, not even looking up: yes?

Tulip: we have a question for you.

Morgie: Are you sure you want to be asking me this question?

Artie: Yes.

Morgie, sighs as he takes a sip of his tea: what is it?

Tulip and Artie, in sync: Where do babies come from?

Morgie *does a spit take*

Dragonet *cackling as he turns the cameras back around* For the record, we already know where they come from.

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Tulip, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Morgie, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Artie , pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Dragonet, frustratedly throws his cards down: What are we playing?!

Morgie: Isle Cards of War.

Dragonet: I quit!

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Artie: What’s it like being tall?

Dragonet : Is it nice?

Tulip: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Morgie, 5"6: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Artie: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire??

Morgie: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Dragonet : Why were you microwaving a lemon???

Morgie: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots.

Tulip: Did you burn an orange too? How???

Morgie: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

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Tulip: Oh wise Morgie, we need your assistance-

Merlin, twitching: How about I help you children instead-

Artie: No one asked for your help.

Dragonet: Dude, watch it, that's my dad. We can't hang out if you make him mad.

Morgie: What were you guys even going to ask me for help for?

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Morgie, on video chat with his friends: But yeah, Artie is spending the night so I gotta go-

Artie, from the kitchen: Hey, Morgie? What does poison ivy look like?

Morgie, having a bad feeling : It has three leaflets on each leaf and grows as a bush or vine. Why?

Artie: Because Me, Tulip, and the rest of our friends made some salad from stuff we collected from the woods and now my throat is really itchy-

Morgie, panicked: I gotta go-

Hook, laughing:

Harry: Dad, how do you know if you have pufferfish poisoning?

Hook, runs out of the room—accidentally knocking over the camera: DON'T TOUCH THE PUFFERFISH!

[very-gay-poet]

Always A God Never An Angel- A Harry Potter Fanfic. 

We all know the tale of Harry Potter, Magic Boy goes to Magic School, has dead parents, blah, blah, blah. 

Well, I don’t like that version of the story, considering I’m close friends with the lad. I know each myth and legend has its variations but come on! I was there; she could've asked me! Look, I get it, she went for an “inspiration” approach to the story, but it just feels insulting!

So I dedicate this to you Jo, you little shit.

First of all, before I begin, Happy Halloween everyone! 

On this day, in 1981, Lily and James Potter, parents to their one year old son, were killed by the darkest sorcerer of the age; Voldemort. 

Now you must be yelling, through your tears, as I dare to remind, you today of all days, the demise of the Potters, “tHiS iSn’T aNy difFeReNt FrOm tHe HaRrY pOtTeR I kNoW!!!” 

Okay then how 'bout this?

Voldemort brings werewolfed-out Fenrir Greyback along (it was a full moon. You want a source? Just-uhhhhh-trust…plot convenience! Yeah, trust plot convenience! And me being lazy in giving anything real reasoning, but most of the time I do have reasons! The reasons might be that it’s either funny, entertaining, or makes people sad. Boy do I like making people sad! And happy…it’s a coin flip really). Now, enough of my ADHD rambles, in summery, Mr. No Nose brought along the Big Bad Wolf for the ride.

And even with all that, he still didn’t kill the kid. Actually he died instead. Well, not really. To find out what actually happened to that ugly fucker you'll have to read Always A God Never An Angel sorry not sorry bbg its not you its me </3

And Harry Potter? Well, he was left with a nasty scar on his forehead and a werewolf bite, sobbing his eyes out, calling for his Mama, who lay dead on the floor next to him, her husband at arm's length.

A werewolf bite? Yes. I don't think I s-s-s-stuttered thank you very much. Harry Potter is a werewolf (read: An on the nose analogy) as of October 31st 1981 because...plot.

Does that mean REMUS LUPIN?????? I can hear your yelling from here! And also yes. And Mary. And, yes, of course reference to Wolfstar they're dating why would I write them out??? I'm not homophobic, I'm not just gonna say a characters gay because I need diversity and relevance, but I waited until all the books and movies were finished and there was no way to make it canon. Do you think my name is J.K Rowling???

Oh!!! And speaking of, a lot of things have changed from the story that you know, because why not, so please don't be shocked when things don't line up with "canon" :D

Happy Holidays friends! I'll see you all eventually 😘

-DH

Hi, very-gay-poet here!!! please ask me any questions you may have I'm so excited to share some of the things I've been working on and this is related to my pinned post if you wanna check it out!!! I'm not too sure on the title might just call it Spite Fic or To Be Petty but eh who knows. THANK YOU AND I LOVE YA'LL mwah mwah 💋

[player1064]

“It’s still just as hard to return to his own bed afterwards as it had been four years ago” has RUINED me.. pls expand on them getting together omgggg

(in reference to my drabble from the other day)

me writing parts of the wife-Gary saga where they're in a committed relationship: fun. silly. these two idiots are so insufferable and drive everyone crazy w how in love they are.

me writing parts of the wife-Gary saga BEFORE they're in a committed relationship: they are so fucking tragic. and the REASON they are so fucking tragic is bc they are stupid. and repressed. and don't know how to have normal human conversations with each other.

---

 June, 2016.

“God, Carragher, ‘re you stalkin’ me? How is it that you’re always here after the shit games?”

“Calm down, lad, it’s only happened twice and I know you’ve had a lot more shit games than that. ‘Sides, ‘salmost like talkin’ about football is my job.”

“They should fuckin’ fire you, then,” Gary mutters.

Jamie raises a hand to his chest with an over-dramatic gasp. “But then we’d both be out a job. Think of the children, Gaz, how’re we gonna provide for them?”

Gary chuckles, but it comes out weak and bitter, shooting down any hopes Jamie has of lightening the mood.

He looks bad, is the thing. He looks really, really bad. Each month of the last six seems to have aged him an extra year, he’s pale and unkempt and he’s gained weight since Jamie had last seen him. And he’s looking at Jamie like – like he’d rather be looking at anyone else. Like he doesn’t trust him.

“That was cruel, Jamie, what you wrote,” he says flatly.

It’s my job, Jamie could argue, the articles get more clicks if I’m mean.

Instead, he looks Gary in the eye and says “I know. But someone had to say it.”

Gary rubs a hand over his jaw, huffs a sigh. “D’you not remember what it was like?” he asks, squinting at Jamie. “To wear the badge. I mean, I know it weren’t the same as Liverpool, for you. Weren’t the same as United for me, to be fair. But you must remember. End of the day, they’re just boys. We were too, all them years ago.”

“Gary, they played like shit,” Jamie says, gentle as he can. It doesn’t even occur to him to lie, to tell some meaningless platitude about how they tried their best. It was fucking Iceland.

“Yeah,” Gary says. “Yeah, I know.”

*

All Jamie wants is to say something mean, to tease Gary and make him laugh and for everything to just go back to fucking normal, for him to have seen Gary more than twice in the last six months. For those two meetings to have been after some fucking wins, instead of –

They sit side by side in the hotel bar, drinking in silence and staring blankly ahead.

Feels a lot like Barcelona.

“Ha,” Gary replies when he tells him this. “Fucking Spain.”

Jamie, who has never known Spain to do anything but take, raises his glass to that. “Fuckin’ Spain.”

Gary turns his head to look at him, makes a little high-pitched humming noise before shaking his head and staring down at the counter top instead.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” he says quickly. “’s stupid.”

Not like Jamie’s got anything better to do than sit and wait for Gary to get over himself, so that’s exactly what he does.

Eventually, Gary starts up again, voice unsteady. “I always wondered, um. If Spain was as shit for you as it was for me.”

“Well I never lost 7-0, lad, so I’m gonna go with no,” Jamie jokes, even though he knows that’s not what Gary means.

Because what he knows Gary means is –

“I mean Madrid, James. I guess – I’ve been thinkin’ a lot, obviously, about Spain. And how before all this –” he waves a hand vaguely in the air. “—before all this, Spain was just – it was only ever Madrid, tha’s all it meant to me. And I always wondered, ever since – d’you remember 2004? I always remember gettin’ to training camp, that year, an’ I saw you ‘n him, and I thought, I mean – I wondered, if maybe it was the same. For you, as it was for me. I remember thinkin’ that.”

2004 was… What springs to mind, when Jamie thinks of 2004, when he thinks of Gary Neville in 2004, is how much he fucking hated him. He remembers watching him at England camps, watching him with Beckham and wondering how the fuck they were able to carry on like nothing had changed, when it was taking all of Jamie’s energy to be civil to his oldest friend.

“I think…” he says carefully, ever so slightly terrified that he’s read this all wrong. “I think it was, yeah. I think it was the same.”

Gary breathes a sigh of relief.

He looks back at Jamie, unblinking, and asks quietly “what about Valencia?”

“What about it?”

“Was’at the same, for you. As Madrid. ‘Cause it felt – not the same, I s’pose, but – similar. Similar enough. For me.”

Jamie takes him in, the dark circles under his eyes, the hunched shoulders. The way he’s nervously biting his lip. Jamie takes it all in, and he thinks fucking Spain, and he thinks fucking Iceland.

“What’re you asking me, Gary?”

“Come up to my room with me?”

*

“Jamie,” Gary says breathlessly, eyes wide, as Jamie grinds their hips together like they’re a pair of fucking teenagers, “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.”

“Christ, Gary,” Jamie huffs. Except it comes out softer than he’d meant it to. Christ, Gary. He splays one hand over Gary’s bare chest, scraping his fingernails over the pale skin. “You really don’t ever shut up, do ya?”

Gary flushes, brings a hand up to cover his mouth. Jamie grabs hold of his wrist and tugs it away.

“No, I didn’t mean –” he starts, painfully aware of what a fucking fool he’s about to make of himself. “I didn’t mean stop. ‘s nice. ‘s always nice, t’hear you dronin’ on.”

“Oh fuck you, Carra,” Gary says, but there’s a new twinkle in his eye. His blush has toned down to a delicious shade of pink, which makes Jamie want to do stupid things, like lean down and kiss him on the cheek, or say to him –

No. That can’t be what this is.

He smirks instead, says “think I’d rather fuck you,” delights in the way Gary’s grip on his arse tightens.

“Maybe next time, James, go easy on an old man.”

“Bit full of ourselves, are we? Thinkin’ I’ll be wantin’ a repeat performance?”

“More thinkin’ you’ll be wantin’ a rematch, ‘cause so far you’re a shit fuckin’ lay.”

“Am I fuck.”

*

The problem, when you really think about it, isn’t Jamie at all. He’s lying on his side, propped up with his elbow, and he’s watching Gary smile dozily at him.

The problem isn’t Gary, either. Or maybe it is, maybe the fact that he’s not the problem is causing a whole new set of problems, but Jamie can’t slow down his racing mind enough to deal with that right now.

No, the problem is fucking Spain, it's Valencia, it's Madrid, it’s David Beckham and it’s Michael Owen. The problem is this hotel in France, and it’s Iceland, and it’s Roy Hodgson, and it’s fifty years of hurt. The problem is about an hour’s drive down the M62, the problem is lying across from him, fingers lightly tracing the scars on his stomach, and the problem is saying “think I could love you, y’know,” as easily as you might say ‘it’s going to rain today’, or ‘Manchester United will never win the league again’.

And the problem, the real problem, is that Jamie can’t say it back. The problem is he’s never been able to say it, not to anyone.

So fine, maybe Jamie’s the problem.

He leans forward and brushes his lips against Gary’s, feels his pleased little hum, feels him try pull Jamie closer.

Jamie pulls away, slips out of the bed. He keeps his back to Gary when he says “I’ll see you at work when new season starts, then, yeah?”

“Oh,” he hears Gary say, voice small. “Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll – yeah.”

Jamie pulls his clothes back on and walks out the door. He’s got a flight to catch soon, anyways.

[prydainroyals]

Dear Alice: Part 3

(Continued from here.)

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"There's also Commander Murray, who likes it when we call him 'James' while not on duty. I'm almost certain the man is as tall as a tree. He's a brilliant fitness coach. Bit of a hardass, but he still manages to make it fun. He just won't let you be miserable unless you really need to take a break."

"And he's basically the base's Mum? He fusses over us and I'd wager he volunteers to be a sort of Morale Officer when he's stationed here. He loves organising group activities, which drives me bonkers sometimes, but at the end of the day, I'm really grateful. We have a spare storage room in the bunker part of the base he turned into a makeshift cinema, with a big sheet, a projector, fairy lights and everything."

"He's given me advice on things too. Not just about the Navy, but about life in general. I worry about being out of touch with actual, real people... but he's about as real as they come. Kind as he is, the Commander won't sugarcoat things. He'll tell you off if you need telling off, and he actually listens to you. As in, YOU, not... your position or titles or whatever, though he takes stock of those too. I dunno how he does it. I wonder who he talks to when he needs someone to listen? Maybe he gets something out of talking to all of us. It's not my business, I know, but I can't help but marvel at what sort of person has the strength to keep on giving like that. He and Harry are a lot alike in that regard."

"I imagine they're the sort of people who lean on each other. I'd hate to think they do so much for everyone while they go it alone."

"...and aaaaall across the field, speckled like diamonds, Harry... Oh, you would never believe it, lad..."

"What? What was it? You have me in suspense!"

"Toilets. Toilets everywhere."

Harry snorted and laughed in that good-mannered but knowing way of his. That way that said he knew someone was full of it, but he wasn't actually offended.

"Oh come off it!" he smiled. "There's no possible way you could have unbolted fifty toilets, transported them to the pitch, and strewn them all over without being caught," he pointed out.

"Certainly not without flooding the school in the process," Harry added.

"Of course not! We were keen enough to pay off the custodial staff with the money we'd pooled together. You have to remember: Mother Superior Florence was a terrible woman. It was a group effort. The younger Sisters stood by us, even."

Harry snorted again at such a fantastical story, and James sat back, his expression glowing with pride at a well-spun yarn.

"Alright, fine, enough with my silly stories," James relented, eyes still twinkling. "Tell me how you're getting on with Henry. How's he been?"

Harry's look of amused incredulity softened, his smile grew until it crinkled at the corners of his deep, dark eyes. He adored and missed his fiance, but wasn't always sure when it was the right time to talk about him.

"O-oh! He's well, thank you for asking," Harry bashfully answered. "We're well, actually. It can be difficult, having a relationship long-distance like this, but... we're managing, I think," he explained.

"I won't be up here forever, and much as I love assisting with the research and medical needs of this outpost... I do want to go home."

James gave a serious nod in response. "I know how hard it can be, trying to maintain a relationship across a tundra and at least one ocean. If you ever need to talk about anything, Harry, you can come to me about it. Alright?"

Harry's eyes looked so tired, but so grateful.

"Of course. And... and you can talk to me, James. I know you must miss Ethan terribly."

James blinked in surprise at the mention of his late husband, having honestly forgotten he'd confided in Harry about the anniversary of Ethan's death over a year ago. His posture slumped a little in resigned defeat, but his own smile softened, his bravado melting away to express gratitude of his own.

"... yeah. Yeah, every day. I'll be keeping that in mind. Thank you, Harry."

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Interlude continued.

Happy Pride Month. <3

Fun fact: Commander Murray is a distant cousin of Arthur's, through Arthur's mother's family.

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[theodoraflowerday]

heartstopper s3e3 live episode reaction

omg the beginning of this episode with nick like the first episode of the past two seasons w charlie

THE RUGBY LADS

DARCY WEARING PANTS AAAAAAAA

bro it makes me *so* happy that imogen is now hanging out with the girls too like yeah babygirl get yourself a nice group of friends

NAOMI AND FELIX!!!!!!!!!

NATHAN AND YOUSSEF I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

JSKFJSKFJSKGJDKGK MS SINGH LMAO

she's so right I want them to be engaged by breaktime let them get married please

NO KISS? HUG FIRST

my lil baby boys who LOVE EACH OTHER!!!!!! THEY SAID ILY!!!!!!!!

oh they're just. full on making out then. huh.

i love how you can see the progression of their relationship, physicality wise. like that's two people who will be going at it raw and nasty in a few episodes

they're holding hands under the desk I want them to die

THIS ISN'T MR AJAYI'S HIPPIE CLASS KSKFKSLFKSLFKSLFIDLGUDOGI that's ur future husband

oh nick's following the whole plan he made with auntie diane I'm gonna sob

god charlie's making me so anxious idk how I'm gonna do it next episode

LNDLSKFLSFJSLFJ we get it elleargentupdates

TAO'S IG BIO NAKDOSIFOSIFLSJFSLIDLGIDOGK HE REALLY WAS SHORTER IN HIS PREVIOUS LIFE IM DYING

but also "you two need to get a life" same isaac

LMAO HE WALKED IN ON NATHAN AND YOUSSEF SKFJSKFJDK

oh

oh yeah the rules. the ocd. that's also massively important. oh lord

NICK

I THINK HE'S DATING MR FAROUK KSJFISJFISFJODFJDKFU ok gossips

oh nick's not gonna gossip is he

ok, trying to mentally prepare for this

oh okay that wasn't bad thank god

oh he fell asleep :(

TAO COME ONNNNN

"I love you" "aw I love you too" I'm gonna rip my tits off perhaps

AW I WISH I HAD A BOYFRIEND HSKFJSKFJDKFJ ME TOO JAMES not the boyfriend part, the general feeling of loneliness part

JAMES NO LMAOOOOOOOO someone save isaac from all these allos

ARE YOU AROMANTIC oh my god james I could KISS YOU

im not used to hearing the word "aromantic" so many times it's really starting to feel overwhelming

oh is the wrapping a compulsion? I see it

also friendly reminder that I would kill a man for victoria spring

tori's older sister magic working overtime huh

bro if one (1) nicktori scene has me in *shambles* idk how I'm gonna cope during this winter

✨FRIENDSHIP✨

IT'S LIKE A MINI CHARLIE AAAAAA

oh oh OH OH OH IMOGEN AND SAHAR

SEEMS A BIT GAY TO ME LETS FUCKING *GOOOOOOOO*

time to reunite the meddling gays? please? for me?

I LIVE for established relationship narlie please god let us keep this energy

darcy questioning being called a "lady" oh I am getting fed from EVERY angle this season

tao no

TAO DONT

OH FUCK

lmao not [imogen humming nonchalantly] jskgjdkgjdkgj me

IM NOT APOLOGIZING YEAH WELL I'M NOT APOLOGIZING EITHER COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL

I love that imogen can just be like "oh yeah I used to be into nick" with her whole friend group that includes nick and the love of nick's life

sahar we GET IT you don't wanna hear about imogen's boyfriends we get it

LITTLE PLANE omg

elle calling tao out on his bullshit is so good we love elle

god. will gao is a national treasure

THEYRE *NOT* HAVING THIS CONVERSATION OVER FISH

oh my god nick should grow up and be a therapist honestly

UH ME AND SAHAR AREN'T A COUPLE - BUT WHO SAID WE WERE

MAYBE STOP ACTING LIKE A COUPLE THEN?????

"I don't think we're talking about fish anymore" yeah honestly darcy we kinda got that

WHEN I FIRST REALIZED I LIKED CHARLIE I CRIED AT AN AM I GAY QUIZ NOIOIOSKFLSJFKSJFKSJFKDFJDKFKDLFKDLFKDLFK

NICK IS WESR TO GODKFLDKFOSOFLFKDLFKDLFKDLFLDLFK

oh he's tired, baby boy :(

god tao I love you but you come on SO STRONG sometimes oh my god

"cause he can barely talk to ME about it" bro 😭😭😭😭😭

HE GOT HIM A LEMUR PLUSHIE I WILL *KILL MYSELF*

those casual I love yous are going to destroy me

YOU LIKE MY SMELL?????

oh that was absurdly precious

"oh wow it's wrapped very neatly" haha yeah..... about That........

I KNEW the sneak peek cut right before nick said "I love you" I KNEW IT oh my god

bro if they say ily one more time I might genuinely end it all

oh

yeah, speaking about ending it all

god

god if they don't shower them with awards after this I'm gonna petrol bomb every academy

Oh he's gonna read it

HE'S GONNA READ IT NO I WASN'T COUNTING ON THAT

oh well

that was a thousand times worse than I anticipated

like, a MILLION times worse than I anticipated

oh my god

and it's only gonna get worse I can't deal with this

[sugar-coated-machinery]

°˖❀Welcome to the Sweet Treat Shop!❀˖°

Hello and welcome! My name is Al! Welcome to Sugar Coated Machinery, an ask blog for some of my revamped fnaf ocs. On here my main goal is to explore their universe and have some fun interactions with y'all :D

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°˖❀General Blog CW/TWs❀˖°

As this is a blog surrounding fan characters for a horror game, there’s a fair amount of darker topics used/discussed here for backstories, plots, and general information sometimes. Some Examples of these are (but not limited to) the following:

-Talk/Mention of Death and Illness

-Slight Body Horror (pretty much reserved for animatronic characters)

-Malfunctioning Machinery

-General Events of the Uncanny Valley

While most of these are censored/get cut off, I do sometimes miss a few. Please be careful when proceeding through the blog and read through any CWs/TWs given before posts before reading!

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°˖❀Rules❀˖°

Other Canon and Oc interactions are allowed!

Additionally, considering the layout of this au, crossovers/non fnaf ocs are welcome as well. (the lads may just be *very* confused).

Magic/Interactive Anons are allowed. They’re fun!

Nothing xenophobic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

No strong NSFW.

Semi flirtatious behavior is OK. However, I do ask you keep yourselves classy and only aim that behavior towards characters of age (or robotic characters that present as such.)

Mun chats are welcome if kept semi-on topic of the blog. If not, I'll most likely just redirect you to my main here.

°˖❀Other Important Things to Note❀˖°:

I am a full-time student, so responses may take a bit longer/only consist of shorter replies at times.

Along with this, please keep in mind I am my own person. If an ask makes me uncomfortable, there's a high likelihood that I won't respond to it.

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°˖❀Character list❀˖°

-Charles

-Kit Cat

-Frankie

-Sweetart

-Carter

-James Baker

-Amy Edleson

*Note: Some other side characters may be added depending on how often they're brought up / spoken about. Don't be afraid to try to ask about them if you get curious! :D

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°˖❀General Lore Summary❀˖°

The Charles Entertainment Co. Collaboration Project has been active for a good couple of years, slowly building a name for itself for having fairly advanced robotics and a general aim for an entertaining experience for its customers.

Many employees are unsure of the full extent of the project past that point (or how far their roles are within it). However, when unexplained events occur and are quickly swept under the rug, one can only assume the worst.

Note: How I am thinking of adapting this to general logic for rps is treating this like an au / goofy lil crossover of sorts! The sky is the limit!

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°˖❀Coming Soon❀˖°

TBA

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I hope to talk to you all soon! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ̑̑

[ask-the-young-nor-westers]

To the Engines, what type of music do you all like?

Thomas: I like a little bit of Rock and Roll from time to time. My old driver used to play some of it during our breaks. I know with the "Young Nor' Westers" around, they listen to more modern stuff. Sometimes Jonny (Jonathon) will play some London Underground on our rides. It's a wonder he hasn't crashed me yet. =-='////

Jonathon: Hey, it's good stuff. Plus, you weren't complaining. <.<

Thomas: Yes, but that stays between you and me. >.>

Jonathon: Um.... OvO'////

Thomas: Jonny.... <.<

Jonathon:..... >w>'\\\\

Thomas: JONATHON FUCKING BRIDGE--- >:V

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Edward: I'll be honest, I'm fine with anything as long as it's not heavy metal. The stuff is very rending on the ears (yes I know engines don't have ears, but that's beside the point). =v=

Eddie: That's not what Grandpa told me~ >w>

Edward: How would you like for the others to know about your little crush? <w<

Eddie: I'll shut up now. OxO'///

Edward: Good lad~ ^u^

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Henry: I like Irish music and movie soundtracks. They're very relaxing to listen to. =v=

Correlle: Tell them about Abba~ <w<

Henry: *sigh* Yes, I will concede that Correlle has managed to get me into Abba. She was listening to Chiquitita in my cab and I ended up liking it. =v='

Corelle: He also like Madonna! XD

Henry: CORRELLE!!! *wheeshes steam at her* D:<

Corelle: *dodges* And it wasn't even because of me~ >w>

Henry: Oh the Indignity.... >:(

Gordon: MY LINE!

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Gordon: I don't normally listen to music in all honesty. But, if I feel like it, some classical suits me just fine. UvU

Natasha: That's not what I remember >v>

Gordon: If you mean your kentelle playing, then I like that too. <.<

Natasha: Not what I was thinking of, but I won't out you. I at least have enough self respect, unlike some people.... UvU

Correlle: Just for that, Gordon used to be a heavy metal fa-- *is tackled by Natasha* XwX

Natasha: Замолчи!!! D:<

Gordon: WHO TOLD YOU?!?!?! D:<

Henry: Oop... <w<'///

Gordon: HENRY YOU TRAITOR!!! D:<

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James: I honestly prefer some nice Pop and rock music. I was stuck listening to some old stuff until Katyusha introduced me to some pretty swaggy modern beats. UwU

Katyusha: Да, that I did~ UwU

James: It's amazing what the internet comes up with, if you ask me UwU

Katyusha: Speaking of the Internet, you've seemed to gather more followers on your Instagram. UvU

James: Oh good! :D

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Percy: I like Irish music. I also like really goofy songs, like Yakety Sax and Muleskinner Blues. And.... well don't tell anyone this, but I like listening to the songs from the Thomas & Friends series sometimes. <v<'

Michael: There's nothing to be ashamed of there. I still listen to them as well. <:D

Percy: Oh thank Godred! I thought I was the only one. >v<'

Michael: I'll tell you a little secret Percy; all of us young crewmates do it. We're just not open about it. <w<

Percy: That makes me feel better =w='

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That's all for now! Sorry this took so long. I don't normally do the engines. Also, this is just based on a guess; I bet someone out there has better headcanons then I do.

[enbysiriusblack]

i'm growing invested in your popular marauder era group. tell us more!

thank you!!

okay so. the group is basically the hufflepuffs; caradoc dearborn, edgar bones, amos diggory, hestia jones, and the ravenclaws; benjy fenwick, florence and her boyfriend, and bertram aubrey. emmeline vance (gryff) hangs out with them a lot, as well as davey gudgeon (slyth). mary and james sometimes hang out with them, getting on with them and mary being close to emmeline, but isn't really part of the friendgroup since they hang out with others more.

most of them are straight, athletic, okay in classes but puts socialising above academics. your standard popular people (at least when i was in school). caradoc and benjy are in love but caradoc would never want to be openly gay or in a long term relationship with a guy so they mostly try to ignore their feelings (benjy less so). they're literally like cedric's friend group? like that small scene we get of them, just lounging around, subtly making fun of harry.

davey is regulus and evan's roommate but he's like the himbo people make james into. very bubbly, social, happy, a little dumb. regulus hates him. davey does not realise that.

I've talked about emmeline a lot, and why she hangs out with other people rather than being in mary/lily/marlene's friend group (there is no drama/hate, its just who she grew closer to in first year). but shew does split her time between this group, her roommates, and sybill & pandora

bertram aubrey i do not have much hc for. he's just There. your standard guy. had a crush on mary for a while, was her first date. she did not want another.

florence is an icon. she is narcissa without the family trauma and lesbianism. close friends with emmeline, goes to all her band's gigs. wanted to be a healer. her boyfriend is literally ken.

benjy fenwick is very gay. dated peter for a bit. made out with sirius a few times. is deeply in love with caradoc. seeker on ravenclaw quidditch team. secretly listens to the beatles.

hestia is a year above the marauders but hangs out with people in the year below (like dorcas). dated edgar for a while. the cool, popular girl. would be accused of being a 'pick me' in todays society.

amos diggory. the nerd. purely because he's the smartest and tries the most in class, he's really not that nerdy. is keeper on hufflepuff quidditch team and was a prefect.

edgar was chaser on hufflepuff quidditch team. rugby lad vibes. wanted to be an auror but didn't get the grades so he joined the order, not having a backup plan. from liverpool, bonds with james over that.

caradoc is very closeted and has no desire of changing that. deeply in love with benjy. middle class. catholic. chaser on hufflepuff quidditch team and was captain.

[itsfunny-causeitstrue]

Season 2 Episode 3: Promise

Episode Reviews: 1 | 2

This episode was PEAK Hurt/Comfort and I ate up every second of it!! Exams and coursework are finally over and the boys are freee. Taoelle is FINALLY moving forward and so are Darcy and Tara! Isaac's got a cute new friend named James 👀

Everyone gets together for an end of exams bonfire which is kind of giving a mix of Coachella (everyone's make up and outfits) and Burning Man but for teenagers.

Spoilers Below:

- I am living for the study montages between Nick doing Maths and Charlie doing History, then there's Tao researching how to woo your bestie 😂😂 It's hilarious

- YESS to Issac and Charlie helping Tao come up with the perfect first date. They're so adorable!! Yeah, the book date is Issac's dream date but come on that is so cute please

- I LOVE when the comic panels are adapted directly onto screen. I got my chaotic rugby lads trio panel come to life. I wish it wasn't cut short though because this whole scene is hilarious:

[OG Comic Panel Found Here]

- The scene with Mrs Singh and Nick!! I loved that her picture with her wife looks exactly the same as the comics! Though this is where I noticed the series is starting to take a turn from the original comics.

- I don't mind them, they are interesting and new changes that give the comic readers something fresh to look forward to. It's been interesting to see

- Isaac and James are so so adorable already. Poor James though he's crushing hard on Isaac and doesn't know what's coming. He is so cute in puppy love though. He's so nice to the rest of the friend group too! Points for James ❤

- Tao's makeover HAD ME SHOOK!! Like I said; he looks like TONY LEUNG!! 10/10 was super intentional making him look that way. The flowere were such a nice touch and so lovely. Everyone's reaction to him asking her out was so wholesome. You guys should pause and look at each one of their faces it's h i l a r i o u s!

- The date was so awkward please. The way they were more like a couple as friends than they are nowww

TAKE ME BACK!!

- I found the climax for both plots in the episode done really well. The drama came heightened and hit me in all the feels

- Taoelle expressing themselves respectively to their friends was so sad to see. Especislly Tao feeling like he was too much - which I relate to so so much. Elle saying she liked him just fine. They're both so valid and real for that.

- Having the biphobic notions manifesting into fears for Nick and giving him anxiety was so well done. It's such a big part of most people in or outside the queer community placing upon bi/pan people and it really sucks. I appreciated how much of an accurate representation it was though.

Loved that Charlie was able to comfort him after!

Good episode as always and can't wait for the drama with the side characters, like Darcy and Tara, Taoelle and Isaac too.

Next Up Episode 4 and Paris here we comeee!

[jkrockin]

fanfic writer ask: director's cut for my love is otherwise

(Don't look at how it's been five days since I got this ask and nobody else remembers I reblogged that director's cut meme last week! Shh! Kayfabe!!)

We're talking about my love is otherwise, the colonial Australia mail order bride AU I wrote for The Terror AU fanzine in 2021.

Well now technically you already have the director's cut- the version that went into the zine was a hair under 6k, and the version on AO3 IS the director's cut, clocking in at 7,432 words of raw uncut linguistic hedonism, and cameos by James Fitzjames, gadabout émigré, who in my heart spends the time in which this fic takes place falling in love with grizzled paddle steamer captain Francis Crozier. (They're not relevant to this story but I do think about their forever unwritten All the Rivers Run AU from time to time.)

The whole piece owes basically everything to two fics: clear as western skies by mwestbelle and Came With Your Faith Unshaken by @drunktuesdayss; the former I read back in the halcyon days of 2009 and kept rattling around in the back of my head, inspiring Thoughts, and the latter I read while going through the Mail Order Brides tag as research, and which got me, sideways fashion, reading Best Friends wrestleboys fic despite not being even vaguely in wrestleboys fandom, not least because everything drunktuesdays writes fucking rips. When I pitched the story for the zine, I'd intended to also set it in a semi-mythologised American Old West, but not only did I struggle to not just completely steal setting notes from the fics I just linked, I dunno! I just liked the idea of setting it literally closer to home, and not putting these English lads into yet another American setting.​ There's not enough fic set in Australia, in my humble opinion.​

Uhh what all can I tell you? The location of Edward's land is not specified very much on purpose, hah, but it's somewhere northwestish of Parramatta, roughly in the Baulkham Hills, Bella Vista, King's Park kind of direction, nebulously on a creek fed out of the Parramatta River. I do live in the Sydney basin myself, albeit a ways further east; at the time that I wrote the fic I didn't have my driver's license- god, that's weird to realise- so I didn't do this at the time, but if I were writing it now, I'd probably have gone and spent a day driving around to reacquaint myself with the Vibe, but I did not do that, so. In my defence, this fic is set in, roughly... uh now I actually don't remember? Early 1870s, I think? And the Vibe has changed considerably in the past 150 years. I spent a fair amount of time with my mother's historical architecture and decorating books to think about what Edward's house would have been like, a lot of which did not make it into the text; I laid it out much like the house I live in, which was built in 1889; my house is Italianate Victorian, rather than the blockier rural mid-Victoriana I went for for Edward's house, but it's not an uncommon layout, having two front and two middle rooms off a central hallway, kitchen/living/pantry area off the back. Again, a fair amount of reading that straight did not make it into the text, but which I like to think adds subtextual flavour.

Other stuff: in this AU, the real life suburb of Dundas Valley is called that because it's where Dundy lives; the background Fitzjames/Crozier thing that's happening, very offscreen; farmhands Tom Hartnell and Magnus Manson are having a soft boy sheepherding romance where they gently touch hands softened by lanolin and share bedrolls and so on; I can't remember if he got mentioned in the fic as it is, but somewhere nearby Irving and Malcolm are also sharing property and lingering glances. There's some flavour in here also from having read novels like The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough, Walking the Boundaries by Jackie French, and My Brilliant Career by Miles Franklin, but I don't know how much that comes through in the cross-dressing gay sex.

(yeah I dropped a reading list for my 7.5k smutty AU fanfiction I do what I LIKE)

[tavolgisvist]

Paul's Sally G and some accidental associations

1 Funny coincidence (not so funny as the story about Elenor Rigby grave but funny) Long Tall Sally + Daddy G = Sally G Who is the Daddy G? He's from one popular song calls Quarter to Three (which bases on instrumental A Night with Daddy G-1 and was written by Gene Barge, Frank Guida and Joseph Royster, sung by Gary U.S. Bonds and released as single in May 1961). One of the authors, Gene Barge, has toured under the pseudonym 'Daddy G.' Even if our lads didn't hear the single in 1961, they should have heard it in 1963, during their European tour, when Gary U.S. Bonds headlined above the Beatles. But I think they heard it befor, because they played in early Hamburg era another song performed by Gary U.S. Bonds (in 1960 released as single and in 1961 on album Dance 'Til Quarter to Three with U.S. Bonds) - New Orleans.

One way or another, our lads were familiar with Daddy G. About Long Tall Sally we all know: one of their favourite numbers, way to John's heart etc.

Not about Sally G but Quarter to Three was the inspiration for Dion DiMucci hit Runaround Sue, which was written by Dion and Ernie Maresca (and which peaked at #1 on the Hot 100 in 1961 - and which has something in common with Girl for me)

2 In 1974, when Sally G was written and recorded, Paul and John met in L.A., jamed and whatever. Just carry it in my head.

3 … then I met a pretty* Who made a pretty big fool out of me** … The night life took me down to Printers Alley Where Sally sang a song behind the bar I ran my eyes across her as she sang a tangled mime I used to love to hear her sweet guitar***

* Well, I wake up in the morning I'm still dreaming 'bout you I'll tell, you pretty baby, I'm blue (Best Friend, 1972)

**

There’s no hard feelings or anything, but you just don’t hang around with your ex-wife. We’ve completely finished. ’Cos, you know, I’m just not that keen on John after all he’s done. I mean, you can be friendly with someone, and they can shit on you, and you’re just a fool if you keep friends with them. I’m not just going to lie down and let him shit on me again. I think he’s a bit daft, to tell you the truth. I talked to him about the Klein thing, and he’s so misinformed it’s ridiculous.

(Paul McCartney interviewed by student journalist Ian McNulty for the Hull University Torch, May 1972 [From The McCartney Legacy, Volume 1: 1969 – 1973 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2022)

… and there was a band playing on a platform with a small audience in front of them. There was a guy up on the platform with curly, blondish hair, wearing a checked shirt - looking pretty good and quite fashionable - singing a song that I loved: the Del-Vikings' 'Come Go With Me'. He didn't know the words, but it didn't matter because none of us knew the words either. … There was some beer being drunk. Really, I was too young for that then, but, 'Sure, I'll have a sip.' I was trying to be in with the big lads who, being sixteen, were into pre-pub drinking. We went to the evening show and that was good, although a fight almost broke out; we'd heard that the gang from Garston was coming over. I was wondering what I had got myself into. I had only come over for the afternoon and now I was in Mafia land. But it all worked out fine, and I got on the piano. John was a little afternoon-pissed, leaning over my shoulder, breathing boozily. We were all a little sloshed. I thought, 'Bloody hell, who's this?' But he was enjoying what I was playing, 'Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On' in C; and I knew 'Tutti Frutti' and 'Long Tall Sally'. Then I played guitar - upside down. I did 'Twenty Flight Rock', and knew all the words. The Quarry Men were so knocked out that I actually knew and could sing 'Twenty Flight Rock'. That's what got me into The Beatles.

(Paul about The Woolton Village Fête 6th July 1957, The Beatles Anthology, 2000)

4 Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?

There's just as many geese, and they're flyin' down South As there are lies just pouring out of your mouth Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do? (Why Do You Treat Me Like You Do, Donovan, 1965)

Tell me why, why Why do you treat me so bad? You're the best friend, a man ever had… (Best Friend, 1972)

Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right? (I'm Looking Through You, 1965)

5 Me and Sally took up Things began to look up Me and her were going strong

I remember thinking, ‘He looks good – I wouldn’t mind being in a group with him’. A bit later we met up. I played him ‘Twenty Flight Rock’ and he seemed pretty impressed – maybe because I did know the words. Then, as you all know, he asked me to join the group, and so we began our trip together. We wrote our first songs together, we grew up together and we lived our lives together. And when we’d do it together, something special would happen. There’d be that little magic spark. I still remember his beery old breath when I met him here that day. But I soon came to love that old beery breath. And I loved John. I always was and still am a great fan of John’s. We had a lot of fun together and I still treasure those beautiful memories.

(Paul McCartney, from Beatles Monthly Book, N°256, August 1997)

6 Then she started lyin' I could see our love was dyin'

If I fell in love with you, Would you promise to be true (If I Fell, 1964)

… knowing that love is to share Each one believing that love never dies (Here, There And Everywhere, 1966)

PAUL: But what wasn't too clever was this idea of: 'I wasn't going to tell you till after we signed the new contract.' Good old John – he had to blurt it out. And that was it.

(The Beatles Anthology, 2000)

...John was saying, “I wasn’t gonna tell you until we’d done this contract,” and there were all sorts of weird little things like that which Klein was getting him into.

(Paul McCartney, November, 1983, interview with DJ Roger Scott)

7 I heard a voice say "Move along, move along" … Well, now I'm on my own again

But tomorrow may rain So I'll follow the sun (I'll Follow The Sun, 1964)

Just one kiss and I'll go Don't hide the tears that don't show As the June light turns to moonlight I'll be on my way (I'll Be On My Way, 1963)

8 I wonder if she ever really understood

I guess you never knew, dear boy What you had found… I guess you never saw, dear boy That love was there … I hope you never know how much you missed, dear boy How much you missed (Dear Boy, 1971)

You say that love is everything And what we need the most of I wish you knew, that's just how true My love was (No Words, 1973)

I may never tell you But baby you should know There may be a miracle And baby I love you so (Power Cut, 1973)

9 … they call her Sally, Sally G --> I never thought to ask her What the letter G stood for But I know for sure it wasn't good --> They were right I was wrong True love didn't last long

BUT!

You took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G

So,

Take a chance, Sally G

@i-am-the-oyster, how does that sound to you?

[acciojaeyun]

venus among the stars | fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x gn!reader warnings: none, just fluff and babie freddie prompt: "you awfully know me so much for someone who doesn't talk to me," "that doesn't mean i don't observe you,"

a/n: i just realised after i wrote this that james phelps (fred weasley) is really an astronomer! this is coincidental and not really planned. i just can't help but associate sleeping at last's venus with fred. :>

summary: fred had been at the astronomy tower for some time now. he loved looking at the stars and planets, little did he know, he was already venus in somebody's eyes.

"Where are you heading off, Freddie?" George asked as he watched Fred stand up while messily putting all of his quills and parchment away. "The tower, I could pretty much use a breather right now. Umbridge's a pain in the arse." Fred muttered, not minding to listen to whatever George had to say in response - he was too clouded in his mind to do so, anyway.

Fred had been on the receiving end of the stress that was inherent to being a seventh year. He knew George had it too, but he was in awe of how he can easily manage it as if it were something not too much of a deal.

At some point, he envied how George seemed like he got everything sorted out. He had to give him the appreciation for that. Hey, George was always the one who assessed most of their pranks; from that, it wasn't new knowledge to Fred if George wasn't that stressed out over life in general.

That is why he had been in the Astronomy Tower more than usual. Looking at the constellations each night, reminiscing his second year in Hogwarts and how he was trying to memorise the name of constellations at the back of his head - something he took pride in himself, he was fascinated with Astronomy, that loud boy. He found calm within the stars and the planets.; and the occurrence of Umbridge made him find a significant purpose other than peace: sanity. That was why Fred had been in the Astronomy Tower regularly.

Little did he know or maybe not, someone was observing him for some quite time now. All along, Fred knew he was alone. The student lurking seated at the last step of the Astronomy Tower proved otherwise. Y/N had seen Fred one time in the Astronomy Tower one night they had been later than their usual time in visiting the tower.

To Y/N, Fred was beauty. They couldn't deny it. The night of the Yule Ball they had seen Fred in its wool vest and black coat with his hair falling perfectly as if it were like dominoes, he had never left Y/N's mind.

Now, Y/N had dedicated constellations to Fred more often than not. He had been something that had given them hope. His smiles and laughs had become Y/N's source of happiness as well; and as the year progressed and the arrival of Umbridge had manifested in Hogwarts, they couldn't help but notice the light in Fred's eyes diminish increasingly.

They had been debating over themselves about it for some quite time now. They had always been wanting to approach Fred, but they were too scared to do so. They had placed Fred in a pedestal, unwillingly, at that. But they couldn't help it, he was ethereal. A figure of magic and love rolled into one.

Tonight was one of those times. They had seen Fred in the Great Hall, writing in dinner tonight; which was very unusual of him. When Fred had gotten up to go to the Astronomy Tower - they presume - they had waited out a bit before following him in his tracks.

Which leads to tonight, with Y/N seated on the last steps of the stairs. They were looking at Fred's face lost in thought, arms leaning on the rails of the tower, moonlight illuminating the crevices of his face.

Y/N felt the unexplainable pull towards Fred. But even though they had been experiencing that for quite some time, they couldn't find any strength in them to actually approach them. He was too high, the Fred Weasley. And who were they? Y/N Y/L/N. To them, it was such a laughable concept.

"How long have you been here?" Fred asked as he towered over the seated figure, making Y/N choke on air and stand up rather messily. "Oh – about that, uh – I have been here for just like – like now?" they reasoned, hands instantly shaking and sweating up out of embarrassment and butterflies.

Fred looked at them and licked his lips. "Oh, were you going to the Tower?"

"I mean, I am technically at the Tower, anyway, so..." they trailed off, internally slapping themselves for such a response.

The ginger boy chuckled, "Oh, sorry. You're right. I'm leaving already, anyway. The tower is yours."

"Right," they answered quickly, earning yet another mental slap.

Fred smiled and excused himself, Y/N trying their best not to turn around to follow his trail.

"Oh, and," they heard Fred call after them.

Y/N turned their body towards the direction of his voice, they had terrible eyesight especially when it's dark. And it's not helping the situation as Fred was already at the bottom of the stairs.

"You are welcome to join me anytime." he smiled and turned away from Y/N's dumbfounded figure.

The stiff fellow then shook their head whilst smiling to themselves. They now went to replace Fred's then place, smiling at the clumps of stars at the pitch black sky.

Days passed and Y/N had been trying to catch Fred in the Astronomy Tower, but they had not been met with the familiar figure of the ginger-haired twin.

"Waiting for someone?"

Just as when Y/N almost gave up in trying to catch Fred, there goes the Weasley leaning at the frame just a few meters away from the staircase. "Yeah," Y/N smiled, "I was waiting for him for three days, actually."

Fred frowned, guilt consuming him instantly. "I'm sorry, I got caught up with my studies."

"Oh, don't be sorry. I was just kidding, Fred."

He let out a faux exhale, "I thought you were serious, Y/N."

"You know my name?"

The boy furrowed their eyebrows. "Should I not?"

"No, no. It's that we just - you don't talk to me that much..." they trailed off.

"Ah," Fred pushed himself from the doorframe, walking towards the side of Y/N who has been watching his every step. "We may not talk that much, but that doesn't mean I haven't noticed you."

Y/N looked bewildered, making Fred smile more. "I – uh, may I ask when, and how?"

"We've been going here for weeks now, Y/N."

"Yeah, and –"

"You like the moon, correct?"

"Yes?"

"Your favourite moon is Callisto."

"You awfully know me so much for someone who doesn't talk to me." Y/N chuckled. "That doesn't mean I don't observe you," Fred countered, meeting Y/N's curious eyes that he had been wanting to look into forever – much more often than the stars at the sky.

Y/N took a huge leap of faith, scooting closer towards Fred, leaning their head on his shoulder albeit strugglingly. "If I hadn't liked you for a long time, I would've been running off the staircase now." Y/N kid, as Fred laughed in response.

"I saw you here last week, actually," Fred started. "I wanted to look at the stars that night because they seem so serene, you know?"

Y/N hummed. "They're silent beauty."

"Just like yours," Fred whispered. "I never knew I'd find you in the midst of those beautiful constellations, Y/N."

As Fred was met with silence as a response, he took that opportunity to continue with what he's been dying to say since the moment he saw them. He leaned his head on top of Y/N's, "You found me, Y/N."

"What do you mean, Fred?"

"You pulled me into focus." he whispered back, as serenity found its way in Fred's whole being.

Maybe the year wasn't going to be so bad. Fred, being the lad who always had perfected executions of the things he found fascinating, had found Venus when he was experimenting with his calculations. An astronomer at best, Fred had found his whole universe, Y/N; who was beautiful as endless.

[indigobackfire]

Phoenix Lazar Nobleworth Silverwood

Below is a lengthy history of his parents, their involvement with dragons, and how he lost them.

Ps: I tried adding some Scottish dialect in the dialogue, but I'm not the best at it considering all I have as reference is my love for James McAvoy and Outlander. Forgive me in advance for any atrocities lol. Also, diverging from canon especially in relation to Veela powers and physical descriptions.

Phoenix's father, Emilian, was sorted into Gryffindor and with pride, he was a Gryffindor by the book, adventurous, brave, often reckless, fun, with a strong sense of protection over his friends, someone who valued courage and honor.

Emilian didn't know how he and Palmer Silverwood - Slytherin, pureblood, much more popular than him, and one of the best duelists in their year - became friends, he also didn't know how Palmer found an about to hatch dragon egg in the forbidden forest, or how he even got into the forbidden forest to begin with, but being who he was, Emilian wasn't much surprised.

The biggest surprise was that Palmer even knew who he was.

Emilian takes a peek into Palmer's robes where the egg is hidden. "So? You're the dragon laddie, Nobleworth."

"Yeah, it's a dragon egg. Common Welsh Green this one." He looks up. "And is that what people call me?"

"Are ye really surprised? You talk about them all the time, yer the best in Care of Magical Creatures, and ye have a dragon painted at the back of yer bloody robes."

"Only fair. McGonagall hates it."

Palmer laughs. "Will ye help me?"

"Aye. But what ye want me to do?"

"I dinna ken. I just don't want the wee dragon to die. The poor creature wasn't warm when I found it so it's probably motherless. I mean... they fire up their eggs, don't they?"

Emilian smiles. "You're not as unknowledgeable as you think, Silverwood. Let's go somewhere more private."

In the humid and dusty air of the artifact room, they hide. "Hand me the egg."

Palmer hands him the egg delicately as if the creature inside it wasn't one that could eat them both in a bite when grown. And for a moment Palmer wonders what he'll do, but Emilian just stands there holding the egg. And as he's about to question him, he sees Emilian's fingers get bright red.

"Mate? What's wrong with yer hands?"

Emilian snickers. "I have a secret, can you keep it?" Palmer nods eyes fixated on the egg whose cracks were very slowly growing. "I'm half Veela and whilst I can't throw balls of fire from my hands... I can heat it up to... oven temperature."

"Oven temperature?"

Emilian smirks. "Ah dinnae have exact numbers, but if ye want to give a touch."

Palmer looks at his hands again. "Nae. They're as bright as molten glass, lad."

Emilian raises his eyebrows. "Oh, I felt it move."

"Ooohh, it's gonna set this tiny room on fire."

"Let me hide it this time. I ken a place we can go. The person ye should've gone to in the first place."

Palmer widens his eyes. "Kettleburn, nae."

"Silverwood, ye cannae keep the dragon. It'll set you on fire before completing one year."

Palmer puffs as they walk out of the artifact room. "If the dragon enthusiast dinnae want to keep a real dragon, why would I?"

"A dragon lover is the same as a bee lover. You can appreciate the honey, the lovely stripes, but if ye hold it in yer hand, it'll sting you. Dragons were made to live outside, flying, spitting fire. A wee dragon is cute, but once is grown..."

"Yer a curious lad, Nobleworth." Emilian gives an awkward half smile. "I like you."

Their friendship was as unexpected to them as it was for the bystanders, but one that sustained for their last two years in Hogwarts - including Palmer's girlfriend, Clarin, an uptight but curious Ravenclaw, who despite her best instincts followed behind on the boys' adventures.

When Emilian announced he would be leaving England for the Dragon Sanctuary in Romania a couple of years later, as much as Palmer and Clarin expected that to happen, it still came with the bittersweetness of watching one of their best friends go.

Years go by, but still, their bond sustains time and distance. Every opportunity they had, the SIlverwoods would travel to Romania to visit their friend who in a lighting in a bottle chance found himself a wife of "his kind".

Full Veela, Antonia Lazar, practically raised herself as her father left her mother, a temperamental full Veela woman, to deal with Tonia herself, a task she delegated to her equally careless family members, closely involved with the Dragon Sanctuary in times the place was still informally managed.

When Emilian meets her, barely wearing rags over her body, barefoot on the grass, pearl blonde hair unruly, looking as if she was raised by wild house elves, he couldn't help his heart hammering in his chest. Female Veela beauty wasn't something he was unused to, considering his mother and aunts were ones as well, but when Antonia was before him he thought of himself before a goddess.

Emilian tries not to spill the water in the heavy buckets while Antonia doesn't seem to be struggling at all. He wouldn't have a need to even carry them if he hadn't forgotten his wand, but at least he got to be alone with her.

"Why is it that ye dinnae like us?"

"You English think you run the place just because you read about dragons in a book, think you know more than us who grew with hundreds of them." She shoots him firey eyes. "Know when I first rode a dragon? I was five years old!"

"I never say I doubted yer capacities. And I'm not English, I'm Scottish." She glares at him again. "I'm kidding."

"Don't get me angry, you won't like it me angry. Trust me."

"I would actually. I wonder what color yer feathers would be."

"I'm sorry?"

"I ken a Veela when I see one. Especially cause I'm half one."

Her expression soothes a little. She puts the bucket down and grips his hand. "Go, do your magic."

While his hand goes as hot as they can, his eyes slowly change hues to match her, never breaking eye contact. "It's nice touching a girl who doesn't mind a more... ardent touch."

She gives a small smile. "You're pathetic."

"I'd love to fly on a dragon's back with someone who understands about them. I promise I'm not here to mock or doubt you. I love those creatures more than anyone I know."

She lets go of his hand and with a smirk picks up the bucket. "Well, now you know me."

Their relationship quickly becomes stronger as they spend day after day together. The work at the Sanctuary is as rewarding as it is tiring, so at the end of long days, they would sit together and exchange stories, her of her buckwild childhood and him of his years in Hogwarts. In each other's company that they find an air of normality and peace.

After recognizing and accepting her strong feelings for Emilian - something hard considering how men had treated her before, seeking what she had to offer them more than considering her needs - and finding out he felt the same for the longest time, they decided to marry, her seeing in him a sense of stability for the first time in her life.

It doesn't take long until Antonia is pregnant with their first child, and in the pool of genes and possibilities, their first-born boy is a full Veela like his mother, something uncommon for boys. Not considering what would be 'formal' or well accepted, Antonia decides to name him Phoenix for encompassing what being a Veela means to her, a bird of elegance and fire and perseverance.

And as if it was pre-destined, just a couple months prior, Clarin and Palmer had given birth to a girl of name just as uncommon, little Indigo Silverwood, who is but three months old when they come to Romania to meet little Phoenix.

To this day, the Silverwoods wonder if their timing was the best or worst it could've been.

As in the same week they came to visit, an attack happens with the intent of capturing as many dragons as they could from the reserve, something that had happened times before but this time much better planned and heavily armed with the best wizards they could get.

They start picking up their wands in haste while seeking the fire protection potion they had brewed specially for this trip back at home. "What do they need dragons for? Can't they breed their own." Clarin asks.

"Is not like is legal or easy to do so." Antonia has her eyes soaked with tears. "They don't care about the creatures, they want money. Oh, they use their blood to make spot removers. Oven cleaners! How can you take a marvelous creature and turn it into such a pathetic thing? Then they use their hearts in you wizards stupid wands and their skin into gloves!"

"Somebody must have heard about the new Chinese Fireball," Emilian says, "People seek the gold in their horns and eggs, but if you pull them out, they die."

"Not to mention the baby Romanians. Put your goddamn boots on already, Emilian!"

"What 'bout the bairns?" Palmer asks anxiously.

"There's no time. They probably ain't getting all the way up here, but in all cases." Emilian grabs the potion from Clarin's hands turning over Jacob's and baby Indigo's mouth, knowing the fire wouldn't do harm to Phoenix. He places something in Jacob's little hand. "Jacob, if any mean person comes trying to hurt ye, throw this at their feet and run. Alright?" Jacob nods, eyes wide with fear and excitement of a five-year-old.

"What is it?" Palmer asks.

"A vial of Peruvian's Vipertooth venom, extremely deadly and volatile. Don't ask me why I have it."

Palmer looks at Jacob. "Stay quiet and protect the babies, right, love?"

Antonia kisses Phoenix on the forehead one last time then turns to the others. "Let's go, please!"

And if they knew, she would've held him a little longer, Emilian would've stopped time for a couple of seconds to look at their boy for a lingering moment more. But they didn't and time never reversed.

They weren't the only lives lost, but side by side they fought and won and lost and lost and lost. They managed to protect all but two of the dragons at the end, blood of dark wizards - and innocent ones - soaked the grounds. Dragons loose on the sky overhead, blood spilt from both sides, burnt buildings, scars that would never heal, the body of a friend devoided of life, a mother of dragons and children never to wake up again, children crying in a cabin kilometers away.

When Antonia's mother refused to watch over her own grandson, Clarin felt as if it was her own son the woman refused and it was that soon the decision to keep him came. She was still breastfeeding and no ordinary family would know how to raise him right, at least that's what both her and Palmer told themselves. Emilian's parents, both devastated by the news of their son's death were quick to agree with the Silverwoods' proposal.

And it's like this that Phoenix and Indigo are practically raised as twins, still young when he notices he doesn't look like the rest of them - a pale and blonde boy in a family of tanned brunettes - not only for his looks but by the fact that sinking his hand into a pot of boiling water doesn't hurt or the fact his anger makes his body react differently from the others or that people got mesmerized by his looks enough to do whatever he asked them to.

But the Silverwoods learn the painful way that raising a Veela child is not easy work. Not only easily irritable but also dangerous when transformed, not much to others while still young, but to himself due to painful and harmful transformation, taking hours until he could retain his human form. Meditating and thought exercises became pivotal from an early age. As not make their treatment towards him different from Indigo, they become tougher with both, demanding an altruistic, patient, and empathetic behavior from both.

This leads Phoenix to grown into a level-headed, sweet and compassionate boy who eventually got sorted into Hufflepuff without the sorting hat having to consider long.

As much as he wishes he had grown with his biological parents, he's grateful to have grown in the family he did and doesn't consider himself any less part of it, he loves his siblings dearly and considers and reslects his parents as if it was from their blood and cells he was made of.

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This is my attempt at a concise history of Phoenix, mostly his parents who I dream of drawing someday. I'll make something in the future for his romantic life as it is its own ride. I ship him with Ismelda and boy oh boy I have some to say about that.

If you wanna more info on Phoenix, I made him an OC profile :)