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avoicebehindthestars · 5 months ago

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@thewaywardkees I got you, darling! Fic recs coming right up~~! Idk how you feel about explicit, but there are some absolutely brilliant ones (plot-driven with sex as just a part of it) so I'll include them too.

Post-season 2 fix-its:

Factory Settings (rated T). Crowley changed his mind last-second and hopped on the elevator, resulting in getting his memories wiped (don't worry, though! 😉). Very clever, romantic with a really satisfying Pratchett-esque ending.

Don't Fall Away From Me (rated M) - my absolute all-time favourite. Begins six weeks after the Final Fifteen and shifts perspectives between Crowley, Aziraphale and Muriel (Muriel is an absolute friend-shaped gem, BAMF and MVP in this fic!!). Very angsty and heartbreaking at times, but absolutely worth all the pain. Incredibly insightful emotionally, and offers plenty of mature and tender moments in the Aziracrow relationship, with a lot of attention dedicated to them fixing it. It includes all the important bits: Crowley's fall, Second Coming, Book of Life, Jesus, the Metatron, Satan, the whereabouts of the Almighty; as well as a whole bunch of incredibly loveable characters and pairings… It's basically my s3 until proven otherwise. Also, don't miss out on the gorgeous side-fic You Don't Dance - The Story of 1941 (rated T) which provides an incredibly convincing extension on 1941 London Date Night. It's angsty, but the epilogue is everything. (It can also be read independently!)

[self-rec] No Feelings So In Unison (rated G, oneshot) - a simple post-s2 make-it-better oneshot. After two years in his new posting, Aziraphale suffers from sensory overload due to heaven's all-encompassing brightness, and sneaks out to Earth - there, he's found by Crowley. Not exactly HEA, but a soft and tender story that swaps despair for hope.

Canon-compliant and canon-divergent:

Pray For Us, Icarus (rated M). For the past 300 years Crowley has been reincarnating as a human without his memories. Takes place before and during s1. I'd say it's as angsty as DFAFM, but absolutely worth all the heartache.

To Reveal My Heart in Ink (rated E). Post-s1, Aziraphale finds he misses the appeal of traditional correspondence and convinces Crowley to humour him by swapping letters. Turns out, the written word has a tendency to make certain admissions easier than face-to-face. Very sweet, romantic and hot, zero angst.

The Grindr Logo Doesn't Even Have a 'G' In It (rated E). Post-s1, Aziraphale gets his first smartphone and discovers Grindr. The boys start sexting without realising each other's identities. Very hot; witty writing style; low on angst.

[self-rec] Under the Samhain Sky (rated T). A canon-compliant adventure in pre-Christian Ireland, with monsters from Celtic folklore, pagan deities and later St Patrick. Mostly platonic, slowly budding pining, shy touches and stolen gazes, but also some Crowley-to-the-rescue and then BAMF Aziraphale.

Human AUs:

Slow Show (rated E). Aziraphale and Crowley are actors who meet on set of a fantasy show "Warlock". Crowley has a rebellious past and Aziraphale is still in the closet. Very romantic, very hot, somewhat angsty, often sweet. Considered the ultimate must-read among GO human AUs.

Find the Light (rated E) - I read this one very recently and it struck me like a lightning. Aziraphale is a school headmaster and Crowley is a rock star. They knew each other in their youth, but parted dramatically. It's quite easily one of the most comforting fics I've read, full of healing and reassurance. Demisexual Aziraphale stole my heart, as did the caring, protective Crowley. And despite being a human AU, the story provides a very hopeful rendering of the Final Fifteen and hypothetical s3 (you'll see what I mean when you reach that part ;)).

What We Make Of It (Shotgun Wedding), rated E. Aziraphale is an English teacher and Crowley is the legal guardian of one of his students, but he also can't meet Aziraphale socially because of his work (a really convincing rendering of the "opposite sides"). The first half is very fast-paced and there's always lots of brilliant humour (seriously, it's one of them most hillarious fics I've read!).

There's a Light & It Never Goes Out (rated E, WIP) by the same author as DFAFM. It's still in the early works (11 chapters out of 26 released) but it's so worth the wait for every chapter to come out! Aziraphale is an ornithology professor who came on a remote island to study puffins and escape certain personal problems. Crowley is a recluse who mans the local lighthouse. There's A LOT of mutual healing and comfort and, despite some angst (mostly relating to their past trauma), most of the time it's like wrapping a fluffy marshmallow around your heart:

Postcards From Paris (rated G) - having just moved flats, Anthony Crowley starts receiving postcards from a stranger addressed to "A". Incredibly soft and romantic!

If you have any particular preference in terms of what you like to read in fanfics, let me know, I'll see what I can find! :)

Also, to answer your other question, s3 is scheduled to start filming in Jan 2025 and judging on the previous two seasons, the post-production takes about 12-16 months, so we're looking at mid-2026 for s3 premiere if everything goes well.

As for getting the Final Fifteen right... Oof! Believe me when I tell you, the jury's still out on that one! Seriously, there are countless metas as to what actually happened there - was Aziraphale genuinely eager to take the offer? Did he think that restoring Crowley would be righting a wrong that had been done to him by making him Fall (think about the Starmaker's genuine smile - if you were Aziraphale, what wouldn't you do to see him smile like that, with endless love of creation, one more time?)? Did Aziraphale realise they were in danger (the Arrangement discovered) and grasped at straws to keep Crowley save? We won't know until s3 is out, but it's so much fun guessing!

Good Omens fandom community! @thewaywardkees posted just over 40 minutes ago that they’ve just started watching the final episode of season 2. It’s happening now! Converge converge! Blankets, tissues, hot chocolate, Eccles cakes stat!

It’s going to be ok. Everything is going to be ok.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens fic recs #good omens meta #final fifteen

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newsies-and-the-nutcracker · 4 years ago

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Newsies but it’s French (Canadian) pt.2

(aka me just getting increasingly frustrated the longer it goes on until I’ve completely lost whatever bits of sanity I had left lol)

~ king of new york scene ~

“We’re in the papes??” “You’re in the papes.” why do I find this so funny help-

“For the good of Jack, we can stop complaining...” not the whole thing but that sounds so out of character for Race I can’t-

After a quick google search, I can confirm that Race says “The world is at our boots.”

The newsies are very confused

Apparently he was meant to say feet.

“I’m talking about our feet!”

…

hOW IN THE WORLD IS THAT EVEN CLOSE TO ‘THE WOILD IS YA ERSTER’-

Okay I’m done

“My own face on a piece of wood!” good for you ig

“I’m respectful. I’m looking at you.” please-

“I am pretty, am I not?” yes race you’re very pretty

“My own bed and an indoor toilet!” wait… does that mean you literally have a toilet outside?? In the open???

“Nothing more normal for a famous journalist!” Irdk how I’m supposed to process this-

“Leave, idiot! It’s her, the king of New York!” guys is this actually what he says in English?? Race why are you so m e a n

“Some…” *checks notes* “depressive defeatists” ?? I just want to know how you got that from “Buncha wet noodles”-

“We were on the verge of drowning ourselves in alcohol.” WHY AM I ONLY NOW FIGURING OUT WHAT SOME OF THESE LINES MEAN AS I’M WATCHING IT IN F R E N C H ???

They cut out a lot of the background comments during the dance break and now I’m sad

After Katherine’s little dance: “It’s a joke, I hope.” wow

“You’ll see what the Delancey’s do in their pants!” that sounds so wrong I-

“Friends can leave, let them be!” I don’t think that’s what they were trying to say but okay

~ letter from the refuge scene ~

“There’s guards here, they’re mean.” WOW JUST TEAR MY HEART OUT WHY DONTCHA-

“If they tell us to jump, we obey, if not we��re screwed.” ow

“The rooftop misses me.” I give up.

“It’ll go. I’m in shape.”

“End.” the only time they decide not the put ‘the’ unnecessarily in front of something-

“Good, that’s enough.” how rude

yeah that’s all for that song. I hope you guys weren’t actually expecting me to find much humour in that one

~ watch what happens reprise scene ~

“You are a love.” ??

Guys where I live if you say “tant mieux pour vous.” it means “Too bad for you” and that’s literally what Jack just told Davey-

“Stop. I understand. It’s useless.” eh close enough

“Good blood, where do you have to go to avoid you guys?”

“It’s impossible. We are inevitable.” since when did Davey actually become Thanos?

“And this here girl, Sally, she’s great.” :(

“We say that you wrote a good article.” “You seem horrible.” they’re much more salty in this version-

“Yes, it’s true. And, he is dead.” uhh guess who’s not going to Santa Fe-

“We can forget that and go back to work?” the person who wrote this had a real passion for butchering Les’ lines lol

“Be positive. No one is dead.” mmmmmmmmmmm-

“Is that what you’re hoping for??” MMMMMMMMMMMMMM-

“There’s no question of cents, Jack!” yk what? sure. i don’t even care at this point-

“We’ll do what?” he sounds like he doesn’t even want to win.

“We’re already winning.” “Agreed.” ABORT ABORT THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO S A Y JACK-

“And ‘voila’ why I think that Joe is an idiot. It’s a rattlesnake.” “... Yes.” you heard it right here, guys. if it’s a rattlesnek, it’s an idiot

“And you know why a snake whistles?” WHAT

“He is scared.”

“Go see, the poor of the head that’s spinning.” This is shredding whatever bits of sanity I had left-

“Why send the brutes?” idk why Davey

“You have maybe reason!” “Thank you!”

“And I have an appointment!”

no but when you say you have a ‘rendez-vous’ here where I live, it means you have like a doctors appointment or something lol

~ the bottom line reprise scene ~

“After his release, I surprised him myself!”

“If that’s the case, we’re going to bring him in... in softness.” nice of them

“... or the little thief?” I’m really starting to think that they lack like 99% of words in the French language-

“I was fighting in a war.” “And that turned out well for you?” get wrecked joe

“Rally as much as you want, no journal in town will talk about it.” guys I don’t have enough serotonin for this-

“Everyone here knows you’re horrible!” they made Jack sound like a little kid in the translation, and honestly I’m not even disappointed lol

“We’re missing time, little.” I don’t even know what to say-

“Your abject surrender was always the bottom of the problem.” sure why not

“Gentlemen, escort our guest to the cave-” well isn’t he nice?

“Be happy you’re alive, little. That’s the essential.”

“Yeah, so go!” ?? how is that even remotely close to “Yeah, so behave!” ??????

“I exercised my favourite American punch!” uhhhh good for you?

“You can sleep here, on this old press! It’s very firm.” help I’ve fallen and I can’t get up-

~ brooklyn’s here scene ~

“The sellers need our help! The sellers need our help! Tell them that Brooklyn’s arriving! Tell them that Brooklyn’s arriving!”

“We’re from Brooklyn, we’re the sellers from Brooklyn!” UHHHHH EXCUSE ME???

“We just learned that our friends are going wrong!” please you heard they were ‘going wrong’ like five days ago-

“You know we’re there for you, since always.” oH rEaLlY???

“Brooklyn is there!”

“Strikes aren’t nice, but they’re passionate!” well I’m glad you think so

“Let’s shout it, Brooklyn is there!”

“Aaaaand sooooooo!!” “Sooooooooo!!” “Soooooooooo!!!” “We will send you half road, just to Queens!”

“The pigeons are going to get soaked!” aaaaaand we’re back to the pigeons-

“What sad way to finish your career!” they sound so sarcastic I can’t-

“They’re not serious, but if they think we’re laughing…” i feel low-key threatened-

“Let’s shout it!” well if you try hard enough, you can make it sound like “loud and clear!”?

“Manhattan is theeere, Flushing is theeere, “Richmond is theeere, Woodside is theeere, and the Bronx too!!”

“Sorry, little. No news of him.” I just… why does it translate to “little”?

“You are alone, we could say.” “No.” “Yes.”

Medda really isn’t taking no for an answer-

“The sellers of journals of New York!” I’m crying why is it such a mouthful-

“You want to be treated like an adult? Act like an adult!”

~ something to believe in scene ~

“It’s Specs!” wow kath throw specs under the bus like that-

“And if I was a boy you’d be looking at me with a butter black eye!” I’ve officially given up on the French language I’m sorry-

“You win a fight when the other guy bites the dust.” and another one gone and another one gone-

“If there’s a way I could grab hold of something,” has literally been shortened to ‘if I could.’ IF I COULD-

“If I could stop time.” I’m so mad

“Really?” “Really.” ahhHHHHHHHHHHH

“But it’s going. It’s going.”

“... who didn’t even know she gave me a hope.” WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT IF THE TITLE ANYMORE??

“But it’s going. It’s going.” The thrilling sequel

“No. I’m scared of you.” “No!” yeesh-

“I believe in something.” good for you

~ once and for all scene -

“He is with us.” but like… how much?? only 99 percent????

“We could hold a hoedown here.” I feel like the person translating this just gave up by the end of the show-

“Happy to have found you again.” what did you like lose him or something

“The close.” ok yes that’s funny, but it gets even funnier when you realize it could also be translated to “the farm.”

“A little grease, and she’ll be like new.”

“This is for the guys who kill themselves at the factories.” w h a t

‘THE BANNER OF SELLERS OF JOURNALS’ I’m still not over this

~ everything that comes after that ~

“Anyone who doesn’t act in their own self interest is an idiot!” ey watch it-

also what the heck is ‘quiconque’ I swear I’ve never seen that word in my life

“We will find a way, but let’s seize the moment.” first it was “the chance” and now it’s “the moment” google translate are u okay-

They really went and changed ‘bully’ to ‘monster’ didn’t they

“You can make it.” he really makes it sound like Jack is about to die or something-

“It’s disgusting!” you’re disgusting sir

“And the world will know, we’ve been taking notes.”

“It’s a joke!” nope lol

“Goodbye, fool!” I’M LAUGHING WAY TOO HARD ABOUT THIS-

“Well you already work for my father.” “Yes.”

“Super, Jack Kelly!” I CAN’T-

“So, Jack, you’re staying?” yeah sure close enough-

“Sellers of journals on a mission!”

Das it ‘my friends’ lol. Hope you enjoyed.

#newsies #guys this took forever-#okay don’t get me wrong I love the French language but it’s just so much fun to make fun of #I go to a French school where you’re not allowed to speak English unless it’s English class so maybe I’m just bitter #anyway #tw: caps #justiceforspecs

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thewidowsghost · 4 years ago

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The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 6

(Y/n)'s POV

Once I get over the fact that my brother's Latin teacher was half horse, we have a nice tour.

We pass by the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudge each other. One points to the Minotaur horn Percy is carrying. Another says, "It's them."

Most of the campers are older than me. Their satyr friends are bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I'm not normally shy, but the way they are staring at me and Percy makes me uncomfortable. I feel as though they want us to do a flip or something.

I look back at the farmhouse. It's bigger than I'd realized - four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I'm checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something catches my eyes, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I get a distinct impression that I'm being watched.

"What's up there?" I ask Chiron.

He looks to where I'm pointing and his smile fades, "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?" Percy asks.

"No," he says with finality. "Not a single living thing."

I get the feeling that he's being truthful, but I am also sure something had moved that curtain.

As we get closer, I realize how huge the forest is. It takes up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans.

Chiron says, "The woods are stocked if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" Percy asks. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own swords and shields?"

"My own - ?" Percy is cut off.

"No," Chiron interupts. "I don't suppose you do. I think a size five will do for you, Percy, and a size three for you, (Y/n). I'll visit the armory later."

Finally, Chiron shows us the cabins. There are twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They are arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on each side. And they are, without a doubt the most bizarre number above the door.

Except for the fact that each has a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they lock absolutely nothing alike. Number Nine has smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number Four has tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seems to be made of solid gold, which gleams so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all face a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).

In the center of the field is a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it is a warm afternoon, the hearth smolders. A girl, maybe nine years old is tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick. I wave at the girl and she looks surprised, as though no one acknowledged her often, and waves back with a smile.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, look like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin One is the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmer like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seem to streak across them. Cabin Two is more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls are covered with images of peacocks.

"Zeus and Hera?" Percy guesses.

"Correct," Chiron says.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Several of the cabins are. That's true. No one ever stays in one or two."

I stop in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.

It isn't high and mighty like Cabin One, but low and solid. The outer walls are of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashells and coral as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor. I peek inside the open doorway and Chiron says, "Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

Before he can pull me back, I catch the salty scent of the interior, like the wind on the shore at Montauk. The interior walls glow like abalone. There are six empty bunks with silk sheets turned down, but there is no sign anyone had ever slept there. The place feels so sad and lonely, I am glad when Chiron puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "Come along, (Y/n)."

Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers.

Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. Inside I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blared. The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroed in on Percy and gives him an evil sneer.

"Oh, look," Chiron says as we approach Cabin Eleven. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

The blond girl I'd met at the Big House is reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven. When we reach her, she looks me over critically, like she was still thinking about how much I drool.

I try to see what she was reading, but I can't make out the title. Then I realize the title isn't even English. The letters look Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek. There are pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth," Chiron says, "I have Masters' Archery class at noon. Would you take Percy and (Y/n) from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin Eleven," Chiron tells us, gesturing towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, Eleven looks the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. the threshold is worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway is a caduceus.

Inside, it is packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags are spread all over the floor. It looks like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron doesn't go in. The door is too low for him. But when the campers see him, they all stand and bow respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron says. "Good luck, Percy, (Y/n). I'll see the two of you at dinner."

He gallops away towards the archery range.

Percy's POV

We stand in the doorway, looking at the kids. They aren't bowing anymore. They are staring at us, sizing us up. I know this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompts. "Go on."

So naturally, I trip coming in the door, and (Y/n) grabs my upper arm, straightening me up. There are some snickers from the campers, but none of them say anything.

Annabeth announces, "Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asks.

I don't know what to say, but Annabeth says, "Undetermined."

Everyone groans.

A guy who is a little older than the rest comes forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy, (Y/n). You can have those two spots on the floor, right over there."

The guy was about nineteen, and he looks pretty cool. He's tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wears an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance is a thick white scar that runs from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

"This is Luke," Annabeth says, and her voice sounds different somehow. I glance over and swear she's blushing, but after a moment she sees me looking, and her expression hardens again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" (Y/n) asks, looking rather curious.

"You're undetermined," Luke explains. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I look around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they are waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will I be here?" I ask.

"Good question," Luke replies. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laugh and (Y/n) facepalms.

"Come on," Annabeth tells us. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"We've already seen it."

"Come on."

Annabeth grabs my wrist and drags me outside. I can hear the kids of Cabin Eleven laughing behind me and (Y/n) waves good-bye shyly.

When we are a few feet away, Annabeth says, "Jackson, you have to do better than that?"

"What?"

She rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you two were the ones."

"What's your problem?" I'm getting angry now, (Y/n) watching us cautiously. "All I know is, we kill some bull guy -"

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth tells me. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

I shake my head. "Look, if the thing we fought is really the Minotaur, the same one in the stories . . ."

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So..."

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up."

"Percy," (Y/n) says calmly. "I think what Annabeth is saying, is that monsters eventually reform."

Annabeth nods and I think about Mrs. Dodds. "You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword—"

"The Fur...I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep," Annabeth answers and (Y/n) suppresses a laugh.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' torturers, right?"

Annabeth glances nervously at the ground as if she expects it to open up and swallow her. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" I sound whiny, even to myself, but right then I don't care. "Why do we have to stay in Cabin Eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there."

I point to the first few cabins, and Annabeth turns pale. "You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or...your parent."

She stares at me, waiting for me to get it.

"Our mother is Sally Jackson," (Y/n) says softly. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, (Y/n). But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead," I say simply. "We never knew him."

Annabeth sighs. Clearly, she'd had this conversation before with other kids. "Your father's not dead."

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say -"

"Because I know the two of you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about us.

"No?" She raises an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them."

"How -"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

I try to swallow my embarrassment. "What does that have to do with anything?"

(Y/n)'s POV

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course, the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

"You sound like...you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're both half-bloods."

A half-blood.

I am reeling with so many questions I don't know where to start.

Then a husky voice yells, "Well! Two newbies!"

I look over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin is sauntering towards us. She has three other girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean-looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighs. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," the big girl says. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Erre es korakas!" Annabeth says, which I somehow understand is Greek for 'Go to the crows!' though I have a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounds. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse says, but her eye twitches. Perhaps she isn't so sure she can follow through on ht threat. She turns towards me, then she looks at Percy. "Who are these's runts?"

"Percy and (Y/n) Jackson," Annabeth says, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Aries."

Percy blinks. "Like . . . the war god?"

Clarisse sneers. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Percy says, seemingly recovering his 'wits'. "It explains the bad smell."

Long story short, Percy made the toilets explode.

Yeah, I said it. He made the toilets explode . . .

Word Count: 2455 words

#percy jackson x sister reader #reader insert #fem reader #female reader #percy jackson and the olympians reader insert

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gideongrace · 5 years ago

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The Pandemic Survival Guide

The world feels like it's going to hell, so here is a list of cute, dumb, happy, fun things to cheer people up so we can try and survive this disaster.

Youtube:

-Jenna Marbles - Cute craft projects, weirdness and dogs.

-Julian Solomita - Jenna's boyfriend Julien has a cooking show and it's adorable.

-Wood Hawker/beat em ups - Wood is the cutest goober of all time, he has two channels, one is beat em ups, where he talks about nintendo switch and one is Wood Hawker where he just does goofy, fun stuff.

-Monster Factory - So these guys, the mcelroy brothers, make monsters in games like Fallout and WWE Wrestling and name them stuff like Snack Braff. It's hilarious.

-MEF (Movies Explained For) - This guy named Jeb does comedy reviews of movies with titles like "Back to the Future part 2 explained for realists!" and "Overboard explained for rich folks!"

-the try guys - Four guys try out all different sorts of stuff, from lie detectors to wearing corsets to baking cakes without recipes.

- unraveled - One of the greatest dorks ever BDG (Brian David Gilbert) does videos like "every sonic game is blasphemous" and "which dark souls boss is the best manager?"

-Satisfying slime video

-Hot knife cuts through stuff

-The lockpicking lawyer - This guy teaches you how to break any lock. It's oddly calming.

-kinda funny's internet explorerz - Basically the best of the dumb stuff on the internet packed into an hour long show every week.

-Markiplier doing a clickhole quiz about fucking rl stine.

-That time on murder she wrote - A comedy review show of the show murder she wrote.

my favorite asmr channels:

-raphytaffy - Lots of noises and whispering.

-shadowywhispers - Soooo many rps from overwatch to batman to captain america sam falcon to stuff like werewolf boyfriend, demon knight boyfriend and the android chronicles: syndicate.

-gibiasmr - Lots of sounds and whispering and clicking noises.

-jojoasmr - Really visual asmr.

-heatherfeather asmr - She does lots of roleplays and has a very soft voice.

-asmrdarling - Lots of different sounds and roleplays.

-dr. t asmr - This one is weird in the best way. He does like sci-fi asmr and calls viewers "the tingledroid army".

TV Shows:

-Lois and Clark - A cheesy 90s version of Superman that focuses more on the relationship between Lois Lane and Clark Kent as reporters while also having goofy villains every week.

-Golden Girls - Do people exist who don't know what Golden Girls is? Sophia Petrillo is the best, fiestiest little old lady ever.

-Brooklyn Nine-Nine - This show is the funniest, nicest, best, most diverse show on tv.

-Schitt's Creek - This show is just so gay.

-Yuri on Ice! - Gay ice skating boys fall in love! That's it. That's the show! Really, though.

-Jane the Virgin - A virgin gets accidentally inceminated, the girl (who is engaged to somebody else) falls in love with the guy whose kid it is, the kid gets kidnapped... this is an english language telenovella.(With voiceovers!)

Movies:

-Evolution - David Duchovny, Sean William Scott and Orlando Jones fight aliens with head & shoulders shampoo. No, really.

-Clueless - 90s LA retelling of Jane Austen's Emma.

-Blockers - Three girls try to get laid on prom night. (And one of them is queer!)

-Street Fighter - Um, this movie has this scene in it.

-Knives Out - The best modern whodunit about rich people getting what they deserve ever.

-In & Out - 90s gay film that's about an adorable gay english teacher coming out.

-Tucker & Dale Vs. Evil - Two backwoods dorks rent a cabin in the woods and a bunch of teens mistake them for serial killers.

To All The Boys I've Loved Before - This movie is one of the cutest rom-coms I've ever seen. A teenage girl's sister sends out all her sister's unsent love letters.

-French Kiss - So a french thief (Kevin Kline with an accent) hides a necklace he's stolen in the bag of this American girl (Meg Ryan) and has to follow after her as she tries to get her boyfriend back and of course the thief and the girl fall in love.

-You Should Meet My Son! - A super cute movie about a mom realizing her son is gay and trying to find him a boyfriend.

Short, Sweet (Harringrove) Fic:

-rockisdead by flippyspoon

Billy is an instathot and Steve is into it.

-boldly go by tracy7307

Star trek but harringrove and Billy is a betazoid.

-homemade by lazybaker

So basically this one is like a Miyazaki movie, but Harringrove.

-starry night, portrait hung by lucdarling

Billy is a painter and he wants to paint Steve.

-I'm Falling Again (But This Time It's In Love With You) by greyspilot

The boys are just really sweet in this canon fic.

Stand-up comedians:

-John Mulaney

-Jim Gaffigan

-Trevor Noah

-Gabriel Iglesias

Music:

-chilledcow lo-fi - youtube

-chilledcow lo-fi spotify

-notice my lo-fi, senpai playlist by be_honest on spotify

-night runner - magnum bullets music video

-dance music - playlist by bree_cheese

-exciteable music - playlist by bree_cheese

-pretty - pretty songs playlist by bree_cheese

podfics/audiobooks

-audiobooks for the damned - A whole bunch of people did audiobook recordings of movie novelizations.

-the art of running by pprfaith, read by reena jenkins - The fast and the furious if Brian was a girl and gets together with Dom.

-dilf by twentysomething - teenwolf podfic read by rhea314 - Scott and Jackson are Derek's sons and Stiles is Scott's kindergarten teacher.

-drop dead gorgeous written by maya, read by heatherifics - The harry potter fanfic where Harry and Draco are Aurors and Harry is part Veela.

other stuff:

-The original script to the movie The Room.

-i write like - A website that allows you to put in bits of your writing to see what famous author you write like.

-squishables - Giant, spherical plushes.

-Not without you: a big, massive, hardcover stucky anthology.

I'll also be making other lists and tagging them #thepandemicsurvivalguide.

If you have anything to add to this list (fics, art, comics, shows, books, whatever) please reblog this and add it!

#pandemicsurvivalguide #and this list was made my a transgender asexual disabled gay dude #so i think i did a pretty good job of picking stuff that's free of transphobia and homophobia #pandemic survival

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fearsmagazine · 4 years ago

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AMERICAN GENRE FILM ARCHIVE and SHOUT! FACTORY Announce Theatrical Distribution of WERNER HERZOG’S Films and More

The American Genre Film Archive, the largest non-profit genre film archive and distributor in the world, is excited to announce new additions to their ongoing theatrical partnership with Shout! Factory, a multi-platform media company. AGFA will distribute 16 restorations from incomparable filmmaker Werner Herzog -- as well as 75 additional titles from Shout! Factory’s cult classic movie library -- to theaters in 2021. This is the latest collaboration between AGFA and Shout! Factory following their theatrical distribution partnership in 2019.

From FITZCARRALDO to NOSFERATU THE VAMPYRE, Werner Herzog has blurred the line between fiction, documentary, and genre, creating a body of work that has established him as one of the most daring and visionary filmmakers of our lifetime. It’s no surprise that French New Wave legend Francois Truffaut once called Herzog “the greatest filmmaker alive today.”

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 5 years ago

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Dreaming While I Wake

Sanders Sides Foster Care AU - Roman-centric Angst & Hurt/Comfort & Abuse Recovery

Roman tries to be upbeat and hopeful despite all the shit that’s happened to him. And a lot of shit has. Luckily, his new foster home is with two literal rays of sunshine (and a sarcastic asshole).

Words: 4,059 Warnings: Death Mention, Doctor Mention, Suicidal Ideation, Foster Care Issues, Anxiety Attack, Bad Self-Image, Bad Self-Talk, Self-Hatred, Stealing/Theft, Desire to be Punished, Food Issues Characters: Roman, Patton, Thomas, Virgil Universe: Dreaming While I Wake Genre: Angst/Family

Chapter 16

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

“Are you doing okay, kiddo?” Patton asked, sitting across the couch and looking at him with those damned kind eyes. Roman didn’t respond. He didn’t feel like he could even form the words without breaking apart. He didn’t even want to think about how not all right he was at the moment, much less articulate it. Patton seemed to get the picture after a lengthy pause, because he changed the subject. “So what were you looking to buy that you wanted a job for?” Patton asked politely. “If you need to sign it, just hold up the letters long enough that I can read it,” Patton added after a prolonged moment of silence. Roman held up his hand to sign the letters, but kept a hold of the glass of water between his legs with the other hand and didn’t look away from focusing on the melting ice cubes in the water.

“D…S…? Is that right?” Patton said, sounding very confused. After a moment it seemed to click with him. “Like the Nintendo? Kiddo, I think Tomathy had one in his office he doesn’t use,” Patton said plainly, sounding like he shifted on the couch. “I don’t think he’d care if you wanted to borrow it. What game did you want to play on it?” Roman looked up and scrunched up his face, trying to remember that one what had dragons and farming one of his old friends really liked. It took a minute, but he eventually raised his hand to sign the letters. “R-u-n-e-f-a-c-t-o-r-y? What’s that? F-a-r-m? Oh, one of those farming games? Did you want to play something relaxing?” Roman nodded and signed yes. Patton smiled lightly, but his eyes were still laced with concern. As long as he didn’t vocally acknowledge it right now. Roman signed why he wanted to play it. “B-e-d? Not in bed, I hope. B-4? Oh, before. I don’t think Thomas has that one,” Roman shrugged. He was intending to save up for a DS in the first place, buying the game was assumed.

“Thomas doesn’t have what?” Thomas asked, coming back down the stairs. He didn’t look too distressed, so hopefully that meant Virgil was okay. Part of him wanted to ask, but that meant that meant he had to acknowledge it as his fault and that he also wasn’t okay and Roman wasn’t capable of doing that at the moment.

“Run-e… factory, I think? Roman wanted to play it to calm down before bed,” Patton explained and nodded to Roman.

“Runny Factory?” Thomas asked, making a baffled expression and looked to Roman. Roman spelled rune again for him. “Oh! Rune Factory! No, I don’t have that. That’s a fantasy game, right? I’ve heard good things about it, the storyline and music are supposed to be superb,” Thomas said and Roman nodded silently. He just liked the fantasy element and thought breaking up the farming with monster murder would be more interesting than just farming. Breaking up the monster murder with something laid back also seemed cool. He took a deep breath and sipped his water again. His throat was still so tight it hurt a little going down, but he was feeling like maybe he could continue to be okay as long as nobody made him think about himself. “Hey, uh, Roman, did you know?” Thomas asked a little awkwardly and Roman looked up at him in confusion. “About… Virgil?” Thomas finished. Roman put the glass of water between his legs to free up his hand.

‘What about him?’ Roman signed.

“Are you having trouble talking? I’m not any further than learning the alphabet yet, I’m sorry,” Thomas said, sitting next to Thomas. Roman motioned for him to come closer and Thomas complied and leaned in.

“Know what?” Roman whispered. He could mange whispering right now. He was just trying his damnedest not to break down again. He was not stuck in the shitty boat Virgil was. He picked back up his water cup and held it with both hands.

“That maybe he also has PTSD from… other homes?” Thomas asked softly, looking disconcerted.

“What do you mean also?” Roman whispered.

“The ER doctor thinks you have it. Do you remember being in the ER?” Thomas asked, sounding concerned.

“Not much,” Roman said under his breath. This was going into territory Roman wasn’t so comfortable in.

“There’s stuff about PTSD I guess we didn’t realize until now, I guess. Like that it wasn’t just about certain triggers,” Thomas clarified. “Did he say anything to you?” Thomas asked with concern.

“He might have mentioned it,” Roman whispered. “He noticed I was… worried about you guys hitting me and he told me I was safe. Then explained that it’s why he noticed. He implied he didn’t like talking about it. I kind of agree with him,” He admitted. He didn’t want to talk about it right now, for sure, but talking about it any time wasn’t ideal.

“I wish one of you would have told us, but I can’t fault you for not wanting to think about it,” Thomas looked frustrated for a moment, but his face softened again when he saw Roman back up slightly. “Have you heard of age regression?” Thomas asked. That seemed out of the blue. It baffled Roman enough that he no longer was shying away from Thomas.

“That’s that thing perverts do, isn’t it?” Roman asked quietly and raised an eyebrow at Thomas, a little confused on why he would bring it up.

“What?” Thomas looked just as bewildered as Roman felt. “Oh, I hate having to google these things,” He muttered. “Not that. This is medical,” Thomas said more clearly and sighed, shaking his head. Oh, well, that’s good, maybe? “Sometimes certain triggers can cause age regression in PTSD patients. Do you know how I know how I know you had a gun pulled on you?” Thomas asked, looking like he was examining Roman now. It unnerved him a bit.

“No,” Roman muttered, watching Thomas nervously in return and gripping the cold glass firmly.

“Because you told me. You were a very mouthy 13-year-old. You also thought I was Satan for a bit,” Thomas said, sounding kind of amused. Roman stared at him for a moment while he processed what Thomas said. When he realized he that he might have cussed out Thomas, his eyes widened and he shut them tight, trying to to freak out. Thomas didn’t deserve his defensive bullshit. He had to put up an aggressive front or people wouldn’t take him seriously. It didn’t pay off for him in the end, though, and he regretted ever doing it.

“Sorry,” Roman choked out and tensed up.

“No, no, it was kind of cute,” Thomas chuckled weakly and looked to Roman reassuringly. Roman took a deep breath and tried to settle down. Cute wasn’t exactly what Roman was going for, but at least he didn’t hurt Thomas’s feelings or anything. “Well, Other than the fact that you were disappointed you didn’t die. You don’t still feel like that, do you?” Thomas asked softly, sounding sad. Roman’s shoulders flinched, and he swallowed hard.

“Doesn’t everybody?” Roman whispered, joking weakly. The small broken laugh that accompanied it wasn’t the most convincing thing he’d ever done.

“No, Roman, that’s not normal,” Thomas said, putting his arm on the couch over Roman’s shoulder’s without touching him. Roman could feel the heat from his arm but appreciated not being touched. He was even closer to breaking down now, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. “You got a referral for a psychiatrist at the ER and I’ll be making you an appointment, okay?”

“No, Thomas, please! I’ll be good, I’ll try not to-” Roman started babbling loudly, shooting a desperate look up to him.

“Hey, kiddo, it’s okay!” Patton held his hands up and cut Roman off. Roman held his lips closed tight in a thin line.

“Why are you scared of the psychiatrist?” Thomas looked pointedly at Roman.

“My… They’ll know- The foster people. That I’m a bad kid. And then they won’t be able to place me, and then I’ll be stuck in one of those holding centers, they’re worse than the group homes, they’re really awful and that’s… I just can’t,” Roman rambled choked on a sob. He sniffled and dropped back against his cup, a tear breaking loose despite how hard he fought against it.

“Why are you worried about going to a holding center?” Patton asked, sounding concerned.

“’Cuz having mental health record is bad and harder to place since I’d be special needs,” Roman mumbled between his legs, starting to cry.

“Do you still think we’re sending you back on Friday, Roman?” Thomas sounded sad.

“Maybe,” Roman breathed.

“I missed that,” Thomas said. Roman looked up and glanced at Thomas.

“You should! I don’t belong here! I belong somewhere crappy where I’m too busy trying to survive to have to think about things. I never… I never struggled like this. At least not until I got used to not having Remus around,” Roman sighed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He and Remus had a shitty time when the memories were fresh, but losing Remus was worse.

“Actually, sometimes people who have been in a hard situation for a long time usually struggle in more positive environments because they’re not sure how to process love and support. Did getting separated from your brother really hurt?” Patton piped up, sounding very compassionate when he suggested an explanation. Roman barely understood what he meant, but he could follow the question easily.

“It was like they took half of me away when they tore us apart,” Roman grumbled.

“Maybe because it was the last bit of stability and support you had, you closed off and just tried to deal with the situation, and you’ve been doing that ever since,” Patton offered, continuing his explanation. Roman couldn’t completely follow, though.

“What?” Roman asked. His head hurt and he didn’t comprehend a lick of that. Some more tears broke free, and he sniffled again.

“I think you belong here,” Patton said resolutely. Roman could follow that much easier. Wait, what the fuck? No, he couldn’t!

“What?” Roman asked more incredulously, wiping his eyes.

“You love Disney and The Princess Bride and books and you’re kind and considerate and quick and Lita loves you. And Virgil’s opened up more since you got here, so I think he likes you, too,” Patton said, holding up a finger. “You fit in just fine! All the other stuff isn’t you. It’s what you’ve been through,” He smiled brightly, looking confident. That didn’t make sense, though. He was a fuck up for a castle keep full of reasons.

“I wasn’t able to sleep or keep track of time or sit still or do well in school before everything else. There’s plenty of stuff that I’m bad at, that’s all me,” Roman grumbled in objection.

“And there're ways you can learn to cope with all of that when you’re somewhere safe,” Patton provided.

“I can’t stay here,” Roman rested his chin on his legs and stared forward, feeling despondent. He couldn’t stop the stray tears, but he was too empty to freak out anymore. Thomas looked bewildered and sad out of the corner of his eyes, but he said nothing.

“And why is that?” Patton asked evenly, though his eyes looked sad.

“I’ll…” Roman dropped his head into his legs again. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“You’ll what?” Patton urged him to continue.

“It’s selfish, and it’s unrealistic,” Roman grumbled, shifting to sip his water. A timer in the kitchen dinged and Thomas got up. Roman flinched from the motion and sighed. He was so on edge it physically hurt. He was buzzing with restlessness but too tired and sad to even start figuring out how he could fix it.

“How about I decide that?” Patton asked softly.

“I have to get to go to a home that’s willing to take two kids when Remus also needs placement. I’ll never see him again until we turn 18 if I don’t. If he doesn’t hate me by then, anyway,” Roman sighed again and looked up to the ceiling.

“I promise we’ll take you to see him when we can, Roman,” Patton said, and he sounded like he meant it, unlike most other times he’s heard it. Though he could never really trust adults meant it when they offered, though. He’d been burned too many times before. Patton probably only meant it at the moment, but it would be too much when the time came, just like always.

“But I won’t get to be his brother again,” Roman said despondently. “Whisper nonsense words and have him completely understand me. Play fight like the fate of the world depends on the outcome. Write stories with him that turn into whole universes. All the stuff we used to have. The brother stuff you can only have when you’re a kid and you live together,” Patton looked somber but didn’t say anything. There really wasn’t anything to say.

“I hope you’re hungry, Roman,” Thomas called from the kitchen.

“You know I’m not,” Roman groaned loudly.

“Too bad!” Thomas called back. Roman sighed and sipped his water again.

“I would miss you guys… I’m not trying to say I don’t… appreciate you being nice and stuff. As much as it drives me up the wall,” Roman chuckled weakly and Patton pouted at that. “I just… I’ve been going this long on the hope I’d get him back. I got through everything I did because I never let go of the hope of being reunited, you know? I just can’t let go of that. And I don’t want to make it harder to be placed and then lessen my chances even further of getting to be with him again. I’ll be good, I promise, okay? I just can’t have that go on my records,” Roman begged him.

“How about I talk to your caseworker about it when we see him Friday? See what we can do without it going on your state records?” Patton offered gently, looking strangely conciliatory for someone who did nothing wrong.

“I’m a ward of the state who is just staying at your house. They own my ass,” Roman bit, though there was very little energy or aggression behind it, mostly just tired frustration with his situation.

“Roman, I know you’re upset, but you don’t have to be mean,” Patton chided, frowning slightly.

“Sorry,” Roman sighed heavily. “Right after I said I’d be good and everything,” Roman muttered to himself sourly. Roman wished he knew how to stop being a bastard already.

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” Patton said. “And I’m going to either way as your guardian, but I’d much rather you be on board with it,” Patton said gesturing with his hand.

“Thanks for your honesty, I guess,” Roman rolled his eyes. “I’m on board as long as it doesn’t hurt my chances,” It was just asking, not acting in it. Roman leaned back again and put his cup down on the side table. He was so fucking itchy still. Thomas couldn’t see him, though, it was just Patton in the room. He probably wouldn’t freak out at a little itch. Roman scratched at the edges of the bandages and exhaled in relief as he itched at the adhesive, which stung slightly.

“No scratching!” Thomas called from the kitchen and Roman froze in complete and utter bafflement.

“What the actual fuck, Thomas?” Roman groaned loudly enough to project into the kitchen.

“Dad powers,” Thomas said seriously. “Apologize for cursing,”

“Sorry for saying fuck,” Roman huffed and dropped his arms in defeat to the couch with a light thud.

“Roman,” Patton said firmly, furrowing his eyebrows at him.

“Sorry for saying it again,” Roman rolled his eyes and saw Virgil come back down the stairs. He looked pretty okay other than kind of tired, which was relieving.

‘Saying fuck in front of Pat twice?’ Virgil signed. ‘Props,’ He fingerspelled.

‘Nice to see your dumb face again,’ Roman signed back.

‘Can’t say the same to you,’ Virgil signed and smirked at him before sitting back down at his controller and starting to play again. He glanced over to Patton, who mostly just seemed to be considering something. Roman was just glad the conversation was over. He turned his eyes back to the TV screen to watch the game again. He slowly loosened back up as he watched Virgil play. The long scarf physics were really eye-catching, and he just let himself drift to that.

“Dinner’s ready!” Thomas called after an interminable period of silently watching the cloaked guy running through the level. Patton smiled at them and got up and headed to the kitchen. Virgil looked Roman up and down after he paused the game.

‘You don’t look capable of crime,’ Virgil signed and looked at him disbelievingly. Wow, Virgil didn’t beat around the bush.

‘Thanks?’ Roman signed, raising an eyebrow. Maybe that was a good thing?

‘Can you do anything other than sell drugs?’ Virgil signed.

‘You cut right to the point,’ Roman made a face at him. He wasn’t sure what Virgil was getting at, but it was weird to straight-up ask.

‘Can you?’ Virgil signed again.

‘I can pick pockets and pick locks,’ Roman fingerspelled. He could do other things, too, but he wasn’t as ashamed of those things as the others.

‘No shit?’ Virgil signed and some excitement in his eyes leaked into the disbelieving expression.

‘Seriously,’ Roman signed back and nodded.

‘You’re lying,’ Virgil frowned. Fucker. Roman wasn’t lying.

‘I’ll prove it,’ Roman signed, getting up from the couch. He had to talk carefully and tenderly to the kitchen on his fucked up feet, but found a stride.

Thomas was still at the stove getting things on to serving dishes and Patton was putting water cups at the table. This was too freaking easy. Roman picked Thomas’s wallet as he passed and nonchalantly slid it in his pocket. He sat down and smiled at Patton, who smiled back and sat down. Virgil joined them at the table and stared at Roman, clearly waiting for him to do something. Roman smirked and pulled Thomas’s wallet out, throwing it at Virgil. He caught it and looked between the wallet and Roman. Patton looked up from serving himself food and saw them.

“Virgil, why do you have your wallet at the table?” Patton asked, peering closer. “Actually, isn’t that Thomas’s? Did you find it somewhere?” Patton asked, taking it from Virgil’s hands. “Virgil found your wallet, Thomas,” Patton said as Thomas walked over with the last of the food and placed it down on the table, looking confused.

“What? I don’t remember taking it out. Thank you, Virgil,” Thomas said, taking the wallet back from Patton and sliding it back in his back pocket before sitting down. Roman leaned on the table and smirked, raising his eyebrow at Virgil in anticipation.

‘You absolute bastard,’ Virgil signed, looking extremely impressed. Roman took a bow.

‘Careful, it’s not all I can do,’ Roman sat back in his chair, looking concernedly at all the food now.

‘Don’t threaten me with a good time,’ Virgil signed back before reaching over to serve himself a giant pile of tater tots. He served a single tater tot to Roman with a smirk before reaching out to grab a piece of chicken.

“I’m not beyond serving you food and sitting here until you eat it,” Thomas eyed Roman. Roman sighed and grabbed a small piece of chicken and a single scoop of vegetables. “That’s half as much as Virgil is eating, Roman,” Thomas said critically.

“I’m 100% positive he’s powered by a black hole,” Roman objected sourly, motioning to Virgil.

‘Thanks,’ Virgil smirked and started eating.

“Teenagers are biologically hungry, and you are not exempt,” Thomas corrected him.

“It’s fine,” Roman huffed.

“I think we’ve successfully established you don’t have the best impression of what fine is, Roman,” Thomas said critically and leaned back in his chair.

“Thomas, sassing Roman isn’t nice,” Patton chided him. “Just take a tiny bit more, okay, kiddo?” Patton looked at him pleadingly. Virgil served Roman another single tater tot.

‘There. More,’ Virgil signed and Roman laughed. This fucking guy.

“Thank you,” Roman smiled and signed as he spoke.

“Virgil, don’t encourage him,” Thomas frowned and chided Virgil.

‘Sure. You suck, Roman,’ Virgil signed with a lopsided grin.

“Oh, I’m wounded,” Roman put his palm to his forehead and leaned back dramatically. It did actually start to smell good, at least. Roman began eating slowly, trying to get it over with, but the more he ate the easier it finally felt and the more his stomach woke up. It stopped hurting when he ate, and he ate more comfortably. “Thanks for dinner, Mr. Sanders,” He said absentmindedly as he reached out for another serving of vegetables.

“Um, you’re welcome, Roman,” Thomas sounded a little confused, but the food was good and Roman didn’t bother looking up from eating. He grabbed a second piece of chicken, as well, after finishing the first one. Virgil knocked on the table and Roman looked up at him.

‘Are you going to tell them you stole his wallet?’ Virgil asked. Roman put down his fork and swallowed.

‘Why?’ Roman signed back, confused. Tell them he stole from Thomas? That was dumb.

‘Because they won’t be mad and I want to see their faces,’ Virgil signed. Maybe they wouldn’t and everything would be chill. But if they did get mad, maybe he’d finally get punished and fell right in the freaking world again. It seemed like a win-win scenario with a bonus of amusing Virgil.

‘Fair,’ Roman shrugged. He finally felt awake and feeling impulsive. Virgil laughs, well, as much as he does, and Roman gets sent to his room without dessert or something assuredly way too tame for what he did.

“You didn’t lose your wallet, Thomas. I picked your pocket,” Roman said flippantly, eating one of his two tater tots. They both stared at him dubiously and exchanged a look before looking back at Roman. Virgil leaned forward to watch, looking amused already.

“…Why?” Patton asked after a quiet moment of confusion. Virgil did that silent laughing thing behind his hand.

“He didn’t believe me,” Roman pointed to Virgil. “I didn’t take anything. I don’t think it’s right to steal money. I just wanted to prove I could,” Roman explained with a smug smile and a little shrug. Roman had enough money stolen from him that he genuinely couldn’t bear to do it to anyone else anymore.

“Why can you…” Patton started to ask but trailed off. He probably answered his own question as Roman raised his eyebrow and leaned on his arm.

“I learned how to do lots of things,” Roman passed his hand over the tater tot on his plate and it disappeared. Roman passed it quickly behind his back and popped it in his mouth while they were all looking at the plate. “Magic!” He announced. Stoners fucking loved sleight of hand. He once got a fifty dollar tip from a guy who was completely blasted.

Lita weaved under his feet and he shivered from the dog fur through his sock. His feet were still feeling raw from his run this morning. Roman pulled them up and went back to eating his vegetables. Thomas looked shocked and Patton beamed in delight. Virgil looked unimpressed as usual and returned to going to town on the pile of tater tots.

“Do you know any other magic tricks, Roman?” Patton asked with a sparkle in his eye.

“I know sleight of hand and card tricks, not any magic-magic tricks,” Roman shrugged. “Nothing fancy,”

“Well, will you show me one after dinner?” Patton smiled, returning to cutting up his chicken.

“Do you know the four kings in the tower?” Roman asked, interested in getting to show off.

“No,” Patton shook his head, looking invested already.

“Then that it shall be,” Roman declared regally, twisting his fork in the air. He rolled his eyes at his own idiocy and returned to eating.

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enchantedxrose · 6 years ago

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The Monster of West End: A Victorian-Era Retelling of Beauty and the Beast The “Beauty” of this story is a young seamstress desperate for work to pay off her father’s debts. Her new employer, though Beastly in appearance, is coldly tolerated by society because he has money and status. She is quickly charmed by his warm heart and sense of humor, but his monstrous form isn’t the only obstacle to their budding relationship.

Part 1/?

London, 1837

It was a dull, overcast January afternoon when young Miss Viola Weston hired a hansom cab to take her to an unfamiliar part of town. Damp, heavy snowflakes drifted from the hazy sky and turned the cobblestone streets to rivers of grey slush. Clumps of snow clung to the horse’s mane and even coated the driver’s hat and cape.

Viola winced at the very thought of the unnecessary expense—usually, she walked everywhere, regardless of the distance or cold, because she could hardly afford the fare—but today she would regard it as an investment of sorts.

She smoothed out the newspaper advertisement that she had tucked into her skirt pocket, though the runny ink was smudging onto her fingers.

Help Wanted: Skilled seamstress to serve in the household of Mr. Albert Carlyle, esq. Eight pounds a month, plus room and board. Please bring samples of your work.

Viola could hardly be presentable for an interview in a respectable household if she arrived flushed and windswept. From the cab window, she watched pedestrians burying their faces in mufflers and hunching over to shield from the biting chill. She thought of her father, left behind in a dismal, bare room, struggling to warm his hands by the feeble coal stove.

“Please, my dear, do not take this position if it is demeaning and low,” her father had urged her this morning. “We can get by without you slaving away in some factory or scrubbing floors.”

Viola had bit her tongue against the obvious wry observation that their family was not, in fact, getting by: they were living in the Marshalsea debtors’ prison. For years, their family’s pride had prevented them from seeking help from friends and relations, until they found themselves buried in debts.

True humility, and seeking a domestic position in a wealthy household, was the only remedy Viola could see. That, or an advantageous marriage, but she had no desire to leap from one prison to a wholly different one.

As she rode on, the houses and buildings grew smarter, neater. Gone were the shabby, narrow pawn shops and public houses with dingy windows and peeling paint; they gave way to gilded music halls and libraries with gleaming marble pillars. The unfamiliar address that she had given to the cab driver turned out to be a brick townhouse with newly-painted green shutters, nestled comfortably in a nouveau riche neighborhood.

Promising, but not intimidatingly ornate, she noted with satisfaction.

Her knock on the front door was brisk and confident. She straightened her bonnet and smoothed back the wisps of hair that had begun to escape in the breeze. She was greeted by a sullen-looking housekeeper with an upturned nose.

“Yes? What is your business?”

Her prepared speech tumbled out in a rush. “Hello, my name is Weston, Viola Weston, and I’ve come about the position you advertised in the newspaper—if it’s still available?”

“Slow down, child, what are you saying?”

Viola exhaled in a gust, endeavoring to speak more coherently. “I was wondering if the position is still available. I sent you a letter…?”

“Oh, Miss Weston, of course, you’re expected. Do come inside.” Despite her words of welcome, the housekeeper peered at Viola critically as she beckoned her inside. “You’re rather younger than I was expecting,” she remarked.

Viola met her gaze without wavering and lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to feel self-conscious. Young hands were more nimble with a needle, and young eyes could see up close without spectacles.

The interior of the house was just as cheerful and comfortable as the exterior promised. Though the foyer was long and narrow, it felt bright and airy with its sunshine-colored wallpaper and stair carpets flecked with poppies and daisies. It was as if someone were trying to bring the English countryside inside, to spite the dingy, smoggy city outside.

The housekeeper led her through a front parlor, but instead of directing her to sit, crossed to a heavy oak door on the other side.

The housekeeper rapped her knuckles on the door. “Master, Miss Weston is here to see you.”

From within, a smooth, refined tenor voice responded. “Promptly on schedule. Excellent. Be kind enough to send her in, Mrs. Hutchinson.”

The housekeeper leaned closer to Viola to speak to her in a whisper. “The Master asked to meet you in his study. He thinks the front parlor is too formal.”

Viola chewed her lip thoughtfully. “Is he an agreeable man, Mr. Carlyle?” she asked in an undertone. “Do you like him as an employer?”

A curious look passed over the housekeeper’s face. “Agreeable, yes. He’s a fair and generous employer. A man? That depends on who you ask.”

Before Viola could make any sense of this cryptic remark, the housekeeper opened the door and all but thrust her into the study.

A cursory glance over the room suggested a man of curious tastes and scientific interests. Much of the wallpaper was hidden by detailed diagrams of vascular plants and root systems, and framed collections of beetles and butterflies pinned to cards. The mantle was bedecked with ammonite fossils, and the bookshelves stuffed with taxidermied weasels and hedgehogs.

But Viola’s impressions of the study quickly faded from her attention when she caught sight of its occupant.

She thought she had prepared herself for any and every possibility when meeting her prospective employer, but she could not have been more wrong. The figure standing by the desk was shaped vaguely like a man—and yet it was not a man.

It stood nearly seven feet tall, its body lean and lithe as an antelope. Every visible inch of skin was covered in thick, shaggy chestnut-brown fur. Its long face was framed in a heart shape by a soft tufted black mane, like a lion’s, and from the top of its head sprouted two wide, elaborate antlers, like those of an elk. Its arms and hands seemed dexterous like a human’s, but each of the fingers was tipped with a sharp, curved talon.

Surely—surely that soft, genteel voice had not come from this creature?

Despite the figure’s bizarre chimera appearance, he was dressed neatly as a gentleman in grey silk waistcoat and cravat. When he looked up from the letters on his desk, she saw his eyes were large and catlike, golden amber.

“Miss…Weston, is that correct? Thank you for coming. Please, do be seated.”

She sank wordlessly into a chair. He seated himself in the armchair opposite, folding his absurdly long legs underneath it—she then noticed he wore no shoes, for his feet were formed into two wide, splayed toes like a camel’s.

If he noticed her distraction, he cheerfully ignored it. “Will you take some tea, Miss Weston? It is such a dismally cold day and I know you have come some distance to us.”

She accepted the steaming cup and saucer with numb hands, still unable to unfurrow her nonplussed expression. His manners and tone were impeccable, courteous, designed to put her at ease, yet he seemed determined not to acknowledge the reason for her stunned silence.

“Ordinarily, I would not accept a domestic employee without references,” he said as he offered her the sugar bowl, “but at present, I am more concerned with your mending skills. I trust you have brought samples of your work, as requested?”

“Yes—yes, I have,” she said, shaking herself out of her confused haze. She drew out a fine cambric handkerchief that she had embroidered with bluebells and daisies. He put a pair of pince-nez on the end of his long snout-like nose to examine the stitches more closely.

“Hmm. Yes, you have a neat hand,” he muttered in an approving tone. “And you can mend just as well?”

“Yes, I mend all my own clothes. And my father’s.”

He nodded, giving her back the handkerchief, carefully avoiding brushing her hand in the action.

Viola could not take it any longer. “Forgive me for being blunt, sir, but I must ask. What…manner of being are you, exactly?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“That was a terribly rude question,” Viola sighed. Why could she never simply keep her mouth shut?

Instead of contorting his face in outrage, as she might have expected, Mr. Carlyle chuckled. His smile revealed a row of dagger-sharp teeth.

“If I knew the answer to that, Miss Weston, I would certainly tell you,” he said.

His light, conversational tone emboldened her to press onward. “And have you always been—like this?” she asked, leaning forward in her seat.

“As far as I can remember, yes. My guardians told me I was born like this, though I suppose I must take their word for it.”

Viola studied him for a moment in disbelief. He stared right back at her over his teacup with a placid smile.

“I apologize for all the impudent questions,” she said with some chagrin. “I suppose you must be used to it by now.”

“Most people in my circle are content to leave those questions unspoken. It is truly amazing what eccentricities people will tolerate when enough money is involved,” he added wryly.

Viola straightened in her seat. “I cannot bear to leave the obvious unspoken, sir. I think it is an affront to common sense. But I understand if my lack of delicacy makes me an undesirable candidate for your household.”

He cocked his head to the side as he studied her. Despite his inhuman features, his expressions were surprisingly easy to decipher.

“Quite the contrary, Miss Weston,” he said mildly. “I find your frankness refreshing. As you say, it is foolish to tiptoe around the obvious.” He opened a small chest on the side table and pulled out a pipe. “Will you object if I smoke? Some ladies find the aroma offensive.”

“Not at all, sir.”

He methodically filled his pipe and lit it before turning his attention back to her. The wisps of tobacco smoke smelled warm and redolent, like spiced tea from India.

“You haven’t yet asked the most obvious question,” he noted. “Why should anyone employ their own seamstress instead of bringing their clothes to a tailor?”

“The thought did occur to me, but I assumed you would explain in due course.”

“The answer is somewhat…awkward. But your candor has convinced me that I may be just as forthright with you.”

For the first time in their interview, Mr. Carlyle looked uncomfortable, his amber eyes fixed determinedly on his lap. He took a deep breath.

“As you might imagine, Miss Weston, tailors find me a frustratingly difficult subject to fit. And I am…rather prone to tearing my clothes if I am not careful,” he added, holding up his sharp claws in explanation.

“Ah.” Her heart swelled with pity. “That must be quite irritating for you. I can understand why our arrangement might be more practical in the long term.”

His eyes were wide, earnest. “Are the terms of this arrangement agreeable to you, Miss Weston? That is to say—you needn’t make up your mind this very instant, you may think on it as long as—”

“They are,” she said emphatically. “Your offer is fair and generous.”

He smiled, again displaying that row of jagged teeth. “I am pleased to hear that. I am prepared to take you on immediately, on a trial basis of course.”

There was a brief pause in the conversation as he poured out another round of tea and offered her a plate of biscuits. His solicitous manner made her feel more like an honored guest than a potential employee.

“Have you any family in the city, Miss Weston?”

“Yes, I live with my father. He used to be a clockmaker, quite a good one in fact.” She fiddled with a loose strand of lace at the edge of her sleeve. “Unfortunately his health has forced him to set aside his business, which is why I must look for work.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it skirted uncomfortably around the truth.

She had come to this interview intending to be forthright about her family’s financial situation. But now that the moment had come, she felt too queasy at the thought of this strange, kindly gentleman knowing how desperate their circumstances were.

No, I can’t mention the debts. Not while he’s speaking to me like an equal. He’ll look down on Father—or worse, he’ll feel sorry for me.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Mr. Carlyle said. “I always give my staff Sunday afternoons off, but perhaps you would like the entire day to visit him if he is in poor health.”

“That’s very kind of you, sir. I should like that very much.”

“That’s settled, then.”

Viola glanced nervously at the sun outside, weakly sinking toward the horizon. “Mr. Carlyle, would you happen to have the time?”

He drew out a silver pocket watch. “Twenty minutes past four. Are you expected elsewhere?”

“No, sir, but I must get back before the gates—” (before the gates to the Marshalsea are locked) “—before dark, that is.”

She colored a little at her slip, but he did not comment on it.

“Are you certain that’s wise? This blizzard seems only to be getting worse. Wouldn’t you rather set out in the morning? There is a spare bedroom in the servants’ quarters, and I’m sure my housekeeper could lend you some nightclothes.”

They both froze for a moment, listening in dismay as the wind howled over the chimney and made the fire stutter. The shutters rattled against the windows as if some unseen creature was struggling to get inside.

Nevertheless, she pulled on her shawl and replied, “Thank you for the offer, but my father will fret if I do not come home.”

“Then do take care, Miss Weston. I’ll hire a cab to take you—”

“No need, sir. I can hire my own cab.” She winced: that had come out sharper than she had intended. It would have been a a perfectly ordinary courtesy for her new employer to help with travel expenses, but it was now so ingrained in her to pretend she needed no help, that she no longer knew how to accept it.

Mr. Carlyle looked a trifle crestfallen, and she suddenly wished she could apologize. But he quickly recovered and smoothed over the awkward moment.

“In that case, I shall see you first thing tomorrow, if that’s quite convenient,” he said briskly, rising from his seat to bid her farewell.

“It is. Thank you for everything, Mr. Carlyle,” she added with feeling; “I am much obliged to you for the opportunity, and for your hospitality.”

She extended a hand for him to shake. He stared at her uncertainly for a moment. When he hesitantly took it, he bowed his head and kissed the air above her hand, as if he were taking leave of a duchess.

She suppressed a shiver at the subtle scrape of his claws against her palm.

To be continued...

#beauty and the beast #fairy tale #my fiction #victorian era #not a disney fanfic just my version of the fairy tale #i'm really proud of it so far #open to suggestions though

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miz-joelys-sherlollilists · 6 years ago

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Post-TFP Sherlolly Fics K-O - Updated 06/29/20

Stories that go beyond the immediate aftermath of The Call and the events of The Final Problem. If it’s set more than a a week after the episode, then it belongs on this list. Find #-D here , E-J here, P-T here and U-Z here.

Keep You in Love With Me by bakerst_sherlolly (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2017

The Keeper (The Wedding Planner AU) by daisherz365 (Rated T, One-Shot) Drunk!lock ff.net 2017

The Kensington House (Time of the Season series) by afteriwake (Rated T, One-Shot) Married Sherlolly, Parentlock AO3 2017

The key by Oldkostka (Rated K+, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Kidnapped! AO3 2020

The Keys To His Heart by Dreamin (Rated T, One-Shot) Fantasy/ Supernatural AO3 2018

Kindly Unspoken by simplyshelbs16 (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) ff.net 2018

Kiss and Tell by anafrea (Rated M, One-Shot) Pridelolly, PWP AO3 2017

Kitchen Sink Love Song by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated M, One-Shot) tumblr 2017

The Lab Rat... by Matori_Holmes (Rated T, One-Shot) SciFi AO3 2017

Lace by Sundance201 (Rated M, One-Shot) Dom!lock, PWP AO3 2018

Laid Bare by Dreamin (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2020

The Language of Flowers by mouriana (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2017

The Last Meal by theSapphireSky (Rated T, One-Shot) tumblr 2018

The last person you'd think of by OhAine (Rated K, One-Shot) Proposal AO3 2017

Late Night Call by Dreamin (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2017

Lazarus by surprisingrice (Rated M, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Casefic AO3 2017

Leave A Message by Dreamin (Rated T, One-Shot) Drunk!lock AO3 2018

Legendary by Lono (Rated T, Complete, Two-Parter) S4/TFP, Molly Leaves fic ff.net 2017

Lemon by theunsinkablemollyholmes (Rated M, One-Shot) tumblr 2019

Let It Be True by flimflam99 (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow! by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Trapped Together AO3 2019

Let's Give Them Something to Talk About by Mouse9 (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Liar! by musicprincess1990 (Rated T, One-Shot) Married Sherlolly, Parentlock tumblr 2020

Light by whitecrossgirl (Rated T, One-Shot) Songfic, Parentlock tumblr 2017

Like An Apple From A Tree (Swedenlolly) by Ukthxbye (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Long fic, On Holiday AO3 2018

Like Coming Home by darnedchild (Rated K+, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Like the Shine of Long-Extinguished Stars by Sherlockian87 (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Little Bird by Caffeine_faerie (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2018

Lollipop by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated M, One-Shot) PWP, Dom!lock AO3 2017

Londoners in Los Angeles by GoodShipSherlollipop (Rated M, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Married Sherlolly, Pregnancy fic, Love American Style AO3 2018

The Losing Side by Supervillegirl (Rated K+, Complete, Two-Parter) ff.net 2017

Lost It by write-place-write-time (Rated K, One-Shot) Godparents tumblr 2017

Love Declarations by ValeriaAnne (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2020

Love is a sentimental defect by albertismyskull (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Love is Like by lilsherlockian1975 (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2017

Love Letters by Bodhicitta (Rated M, Incomplete, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2017

The Love Pirate by GoodShipSherlollipop (Rated M, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) PTFP (Dream fic) ff.net 2018

Lovely Things by sthrngrlsrck (Rated M, One-Shot) AO3 2019

Lover by simplyshelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) Songfic AO3 2019

Lucky F**king Man (Lucky F**king Couple series) by ItsSweaterWeather (Rated M, One-Shot) Married Sherlolly, Pregnancy fic, Songfic AO3 2017

Lucky F**king Woman | Première Partie (Lucky F**king Couple series) by ItsSweaterWeather (Rated M, One-Shot) Dom!lock, PWP, Married Sherlolly, Pregnancy Fic AO3 2017

Mad Honey by GarudaDreamsOfRain (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2018

Making Sense of It All by Mikarin Aoi (Rated M, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) ff.net 2020

Map of the World by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated T, One-Shot) Pregnancy fic, Parent!lock AO3 2017

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by ll_again (Rated M, In Progress, Two-Parter) Matchmaking AO3 2017

Maybe Baby? by rowhibbler (Rated M, Incomplete, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2017

Meet Me in the Pouring Rain by simplyshelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) ff.net 2019

Melody by sherlollian2016m (Rated T, One-Shot) tumblr 2017

Mememto Mori (Aftermath series) by geekmama (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 18, Parentlock, Retirement!lock, Birthday, Married Sherlolly, Soup to Nuts AO3 2018

Memory by thisisartbylexie (Rated K, One-Shot) tumblr 2019

Memory Lane by katiebuttercup (Rated K, One-Shot) Amnesia fic AO3 2018

Mere Mortals by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated K+, One-Shot) tumblr 2018

Merry Christmas Molly Hooper by MrsMCrieff (Rated M, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Christmas ff.net 2018

Miracle on Southbank by Ukthxbye (Rated K+, One-Shot) Christmas AO3 2018

Missed connections-Sherlolly Halloween by katerbees (Rated T, One-Shot) Halloween AO3 2017

Missed Connotations by Ukthxbye (Rated T, One-Shot) SAW 19 AO3 2019

Mistletoe & Mayhem by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Christmas, Matchmaking AO3 2018

Mistletoe Kiss by musicprincess1990 (Rated T, One-Shot) Christmas AO3 2019

Misunderstandings by simplyshelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) Jealouslock ff.net 2017

Molly and the Mysterious Case of a Spontaneous Sherlock (Random Snippets series) by kittymsmith (Rated K+, One-Shot) Toby!fic AO3 2019

The Molly Diaries II by Penelope1730 (Rated M, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Kidnap fic AO3 2017 SAMFAs 2017 M-3 Best Adventure 3rd Place, Best Mystery 2nd Place

Molly’s Hats by love-yellow-doors (Rated K, One-Shot) tumblr 2020

Molly Hooper: Distraction Extraordinaire by 221B_akerSt (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2017

The Molly Hooper Project by darnedchild (Rated K, One-Shot) Godparents, Birthday fic AO3 2018

"Molly, please, without asking why, just say these words" by writingwife83 (Rated K+, One-Shot) tumblr 2020

Molly the Brat (A Roleplay A Day series) by Canadianfan21 (Rated M, Complete, Two-Parter) PWP, Dom!lock AO3 2017

Molly's Chair (Random Snippets series) by kittymsmith (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Molly's Day Off by summer_of_1985 (Rated K, One-Shot) Married Sherlolly AO3 2019

Molly's Family by afteriwake (Rated K+, One-Shot) Single Parent AO3 2018

Molly's Surprise Friend by afteriwake (Rated T, One-Shot) Wed!lock AO3 2017

Molly's Type by ll_again (Rated T, One-Shot) Drunk!lock tumblr 2017

Molyamory by lilsherlockian1975 (Rated M, One-Shot) ff.net 2018

Monsters! by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated K+, One-Shot) Outside Looking In AO3 2017

Moonlight by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated M, One-Shot) PWP AO3 2017

The Moors of Roane Hall by KaitlynRose (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) casefic ff.net 2017

More Holmes’ in the house by platinumnib (Rated K, One-Shot) Pregnancy fic AO3 2017

More Precious than Gold (The Hobbit AU) by alphashley14 (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Dragon!lock, Adapt/Crossover AO3 2018

The Morning After by Meowmixmeow (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

The Most Undateable Girl in London by theSapphireSky (Rated K+, One-Shot) tumblr 2018

Mothering Day (Aftermath series) by geekmama (Rated T, One-Shot) Married Sherlolly, Pregnancy fic, Parentlock, Other Holiday AO3 2019

my cup runneth over (The Dinner series) by whowhatsitwhich (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

My Mollies by ValeriaAnne (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2017

The Mycroft and Mary Connection Exposed by GoodShipSherlollipop (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Married Sherlolly ff.net 2020

Mycroft's Gift by Emma_Lynch (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2019

Naked Ambitions by mizjoely (Rated T, One-Shot) The Arts, Flatmates AO3 2019

Namesake by PrairieLily (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Pregnancy fic ff.net 2017

Needs Must (Time of the Season series) by geekmama (Rated T, One-Shot) HABD Molly AO3 2017

Never Dull by mizjoely (Rated K, One-Shot) Parent!lock AO3 2017

The New Adventure of Sherlock Holmes (Home Sweet Holmes series) by Amalia Kensington (Rated T, One-Shot) Married Sherlolly, Parentlock AO3 2018

New Day by Alireza (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

New Horizons by Rhiannon_A_Christy (Rated T, One-Shot) Birthday AO3 2017

New Year's Day by simplyshelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) New Years, Songfic ff.net 2017

The Newlyweds by GlowingMechanicalHeart (Rated K, One-Shot) Wed!lock AO3 2018

Night & Day by lilsherlockian1975 (Rated M, Complete, Multi-Chapter) ff.net 2018

Night Museum (Sequel to Chocolate Factory) by mizjoely (Rated K, One-Shot) Proposal AO3 2019

No Explanations Needed by Reia (Rated K+, One-Shot) AO3 2017

No Light, No Light... (Another Nail In The Coffin) by Lothiriel84 (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2017

No Small Matters by WickedScribbles (Rated M, Incomplete, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2017

No Reason (Random Snippets series) by kittymsmith (Rated K+, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Not All Lies Are Bad by afteriwake (Rated K+, One-Shot) Pregnancy Fic, Parentlock AO3 2018

Not Much of a Target by Writingwife83 (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Matchmaking AO3 2019

Nothing's Changed That Matters by afteriwake (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Molly Leaves fic AO3 2017

November Rain by mizjoely (Rated T, One-Shot) songfic ff.net 2017

Now what were motionless move by forthegenuine (Rated T, One-Shot) Godparents, Birthday AO3 2017

Nude by WillSherJohnKhan (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2019

Nurturing Life by mizjoely (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Of Assumptions and Snogging by SimplyShelbs16 (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2017

Of Hockey Games and Matchmaking by Broadwaylover17 (Rated K, One-Shot) Matchmaking AO3 2020

Of Kisses and Scones by theSapphireSky (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2017

Of Sewers & Chinese Food by MajesticMoments (Rated K, One-Shot) Secret Relationship AO3 2017

Oh By Gosh By Golly by mizjoely (Rated K, One-Shot) Christmas AO3 2020

Oh So Quiet by MrsMCrieff (Rated M, Complete, Multi-Chapter) ff.net 2018

On My Own by Bella_Cuore (Rated K+, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Matchmaking AO3 2017

The One by ladysolitaire83 (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2018

One Night Stand by MrsMCrieff (Rated M, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Pregnancy fic ff.net 2017

One Perfect Christmas by mizjoely (Rated K, One-Shot) Christmas ff.net 2018

The One Where John Watson Actually Figures Things Out First by mychakk (Rated K+, One-Shot) Married Sherlolly, Pregnancy fic AO3 2019

The One Woman Who Matters by supervillegirl (Rated K+, One-Shot) ff.net 2017

one word against a thousand actions by afteriwake (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2017

One Year On by rainbow-letters (Rated T, One-Shot) HABD (Sherlock) tumblr 2018

The Ones We Love by lilsherlockian1975 (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) ff.net 2017

Only Us by GoodShipSherlollipop (Rated T, One-Shot) Songfic AO3 2018

only with the heart by TolkeinGirl (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2017

Orange (Swedenlolly) by vertual (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

Out in the Cold by beingonstageismagic (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2019

Out of Mind, Out of Sight by Supervillegirl (Rated T, Multi-Chapter, Complete) ff.net 2018

#sherlolly #ptfp fics #go shoo read!

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lawisnotmocked · 6 years ago

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BBC Les Mis Episode 2

I’m back with more incoherent screaming (and spoilers) buckle in lads!

Starting again with some quick things!

What even is time anyway? The passage of time is a made up concept invented by the musical.

Font is still laughable :,3

I would!! Die for little ‘Ponine and Zelma!!!

Olivia Colman is an incredible Madame Thenardier!! Definitely one of the highlights of this episode for me!!

I really love the Thenardiers and all the Thenardier scenes! Except! When Thenardier hit Madame T I wasn’t expecting that. It just seemed a little unnecessarily violent? Like, nothing was really achieved by adding it in other than seeing her get hit we can already see that Cosette is in an abusive household and it holds no significance later on either? Yeah wasn’t too fond of that :/

I would die for little Marius :,,) but it was a really weird choice to have Gorges die when he was so young?? Interested to know what Davies is going to do with that now. Are we going to have 7 year old Bonapartist Marius??

Fantine’s letter writer needs to shush no one asked for his damn opinion >:/

Now moving onto My Boys (featuring Fantine too)!

I don’t care what anyone else says about Valjean’s ponytail it’s the cutest thing ever and I love it :,) and his awkward little speech omg that was very in character and also adorable!

After the first 10 minutes things get... ehhhh. Valjean comes across a little bit judgey of Fantine when he interviews her to work in the factory, but sure okay, having the two characters meet isn’t a bad choice they’re establishing the fact that Valjean knows Fantine works for him so he’ll recognise her later.

Can’t deny that Monsieur le Maire is very attractive (sorry had to get that out of the way ^^’) and okay a scene with him handing out coins to children good all still very in character!

I loved the shot of his bare bedroom after the factory girls were talking about it too and lighting the candlesticks that we can see he’s kept too. As of this point no major issues!

Ooh damn guess who comes into the factory next!! The new handsome chief of police here to ask in his lovely deep voice if you prefer to be called Monsieur or Daddy!! (Spoiler he prefers Monsieur le Maire) God this scene!! Once again is so nearly perfect!! There’s the awkward tension and clash of opinion and Oyelowo and West’s incredible acting!! But the dialogue sucks!! It feels so forced!! Please Davies!! You almost had it there!!

Oyelowo’s Javert is so dedicated and fanatical I love him so much god please give this man a better script hhhhhhh :,,)

Okay okay as I’m watching I’m thinking actually the second half of this scene is a little better it flows more easily and Javert’s monologue was actually not too bad.

Oof I hated the implication that Valjean was interested in/attracted to Fantine though. Especially since, again, it served no purpose other than making Valjean seem creepy and making it appear that his later actions were motivated by attraction. Served literally no other purpose wasn’t used again past that point just made everything else Bad. I hate it.

What comes next?? Cart scene cart scene!! And Javert on a horse 👀 I... don’t know if it’s just because I’m making heart eyes at Dominic West and David Oyelowo the entire time but I really liked this scene!! No complaints even the dialogue was pretty good!

The next scene however.... *deep sigh* the next scene....

I... really did not like the choice to have Valjean stand there, listen to Fantine explain herself and her situation in tears to him, and then loose his shit at her and fire her. That’s just. No. Not only is that so incredibly and painfully out of character, but it’s also messing up the entire point of Fantine’s story?? And making Valjean a really dislikable character?? God I just. I hate this scene so much ugh!!

No letter Jav rides straight the fuck to Paris! I don’t know how I feel about this scene? On the one hand... who the fuck is this man the Javert I know would never challenge an authority figure!! But on the other hand I guess it’s kind of fitting for Oyelowo’s Javert? So yeah. Don’t know how I feel about this. I guess I didn’t dislike it but you’re on thin fucking ice Davies and you’re lucky I like Oyelowo’s more dominant Javert.

*deep sigh* Valjean.... buries the candlesticks with his money. What about the symbolism Davies?? What! About! The symbolism! During the scene where he’s supposed to throw them into the fire!!

Valjean and Javert meeting in the street on horseback after both returning from their Highly Suspicious Missions was a Good Scene though I loved that! It made me think of the Awkward Eye Contact Scene in the brick when Valjean is staying in Gorbeau House :p See! The issue is! That most of this isn’t too bad! And some of it is really good! But there’s a few utterly awful things that just ruin the entire episode for me! And that sucks!!

Anyway. I really loved the scene where Fantine sells her hair and teeth I think that was done well! But it was really goddamn sad as well!! ‘Les mis is sad’ says local man who knows storyline :,3

After this I felt like Fantine’s story gets a little unnecessary graphic? Maybe it’s just a personal opinion but it felt a little bit like the scene where Madame T was hit. Apparently Davies can’t write a single female character who isn’t a Tragic Powerless Victim Of Men (Specifically Their Sexual Urges) :/ But again, just a personal opinion I can see how other people might like that scene as a way to show how truly awful Fantine’s life became.

Oookkkayyy Fantine’s arrest. Personally I liked the beginning of this scene! As always Oyelowo was incredible and his Javert was rough (but he did just drag a woman off a gentleman and she was attacking him so I think that’s not an unexpected or totally unreasonable reaction) and dismissive, and I loved Fantine begging him to let her go and then calling Madeleine a monster. Big oof but in a good way. Making me feel feelings.

Javert literally throwing her to the ground felt a little too much? But Davies it Just Like That apparently :/

My main problem with this scene was actually Valjean-who-doesn’t-really-feel-like-Valjean-anymore. What Fantine says about him is all true. We aren’t given any reason to believe he changed at all from the man in Toulon. Instead of Fantine being hurt by ✨society✨ it’s Valjean himself who is the direct cause of her suffering. ( @pilferingapples explains this much better and in a lot more detail here!) Add on the fact that Davies established earlier on that Valjean was potentially attracted to Fantine and this totally messes up his motivation for helping her too and oof I hate it :,) Valjean has been turned into a dislikable character, Fantine’s hatred for him specifically is justified and Javert is becoming a sympathetic character! What did you do to my emotional support dad Jean Valjean Davies?? D:<

Hhhh the scene when Javert asks to be dismissed... it’s good!! The dialogue feels a lot better and Oyelowo is incredible and it’s as tense and dramatic as it should be! Except! It isn’t Javert asking to be dismissed. It’s Javert actually being dismissed. Because Valjean says nothing. No insistence that Javert remain as a police inspector. Nothing. That’s! Not! Jean Valjean! Davies! And how is that even going to work with the storyline is Javert just going to get his job back after Valjean confesses?? Is this the Bad End where Valjean never even goes to Aras and Javert looses his job as an inspector?? What are you doing here Davies?? Uuughh this isn’t actually a bad episode it’s just Valjean’s awful mischaracterisation that’s killing me here!!

To continue the thread of Valjean’s Awful Mischaracterisation, shouting at who I think is Sister Simplice?? Oof.

I know I mentioned the candlesticks being buried in the woods before but. Why?? Valjean has no candlesticks to throw into the fire so instead it’s Petit Gervais’ coin that takes their symbolic place. I know I said I was happy to have Petit Gervais included but that doesn’t mean I wanted his ghost to haunt Valjean and take the symbolic place of Myriel :,,) So yeah. Weird choice but go off I guess??

I still. Am kind of hopeful that perhaps Valjean’s characterisation might improve in later episodes? It’s only episode 2 right we’ve got 4 more to go! But at the same time I’m nervous that It’s Only Going To Get Worse :,) Anyway I’d die for Oyelowo’s Javert and he’s good.

Well there are my Hot Takes on what actually happened in the episode now it’s Animal Symbolism O’clock >:3

The bird symbolism is back baby!! And I really loved the way this was done! The bird is symbolic of Cosette. Working in Madeleine’s factory is how Fantine is able to send the Thenardiers money for Cosette and she makes a little bird while she’s at work. However when the bird is discovered, Fantine is told that if she keeps making things like that instead of working she’ll be fired. Foreshadowing! The discovery of Cosette is what gets her fired. I’m genuinely impressed with this this is some proper complex symbolism!

Bird symbolism can’t save you from your Valjean related sins Davies but Valjean being given Fantine’s jet bird after he fires her can also be seen as foreshadowing for Valjean meeting Cosette, but also a signal that Fantine can’t look after Cosette anymore and won’t be able to go and fetch her like she wanted because she doesn’t have her job anymore.

There’s also the continued use of wild beast/non-human creature to refer to those outside of polite and civilised society when Javert asks Valjean “you would risk your good name to help a creature like that?” during Fantine’s arrest.

Still nothing to connect Javert to dogs though :/ But I’m still hopeful! Maybe next episode!

#Les Miserables #les mis #bbc miniseries #javert #jean valjean #fantine #monsters of our making

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words-with-wren · 6 years ago

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Capture - JSE Fanfic

Summary: JJ is missing and Jackieboy Man is determined to find him, no matter the cost. Prompt: @miloe send me a prompt “Charrie A has been kidnapped. Other charries must find them before time runs out for everyone” Words: 1,932

Warnings: Some blood

A/N: HI I’M ALIVE WOW CRAZY RIGHT! Also this isn’t DBH related. Also crazy. Anyway, have some Jakieboy Man angst.

| A03 |

It had been a hard year for Jackieboy Man. He had been overworked defeating a rather significant threat and had been looking forward to coming home and relaxing – or at least having a little less to deal with.

He hadn’t expected to come home to find his small family cracking at the seams and a hidden monster of some kind picking them off one by one. If he had known what was happening he would have come home sooner – he would have protected his friends.

But because he hadn’t been around, Jack was in a coma, Schneep had escaped a near-death experience which had changed him, and Chase had isolated himself and was obviously struggling.

And now JJ had gone missing.

He was sitting on his bed in a t-shirt and boxers, computer on his lap and papers spread about. Sam was sleeping at the end of the bed, but Jackie ignored the pull of slumber. He had to find JJ before it was too late – before the monster did anything to him. He had lost track of time, so focused on the job at hand. He had to do something.

A knock at the door pulled him out of his clue hunting and he grunted an acknowledgement. The door was pushed open and he glanced up to see Marvin enter.

The magician rubbed his eyes – he seemed to have just woken up. Jackie wondered ideally what time it was. It didn’t matter – he could sleep after JJ was safe.

“Have you slept at all?” Marvin asked, stepping into the room. Jackie shrugged, turning back to his computer.

“I need to find Jamie before something happens to him,” he said shortly.

“Jackie, it’s 5 am. Have you slept since he went missing?”

“I don’t need sleep, I need to find him!” Jackie snapped. He sighed closing his eyes and rubbing his temple. He was tired, Marvin’s concerns were well-founded. He hadn’t slept much since Jamie had gone missing – barely 3 hours over as many days. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I’m worried for him.”

“I am too. But running yourself to exhaustion isn’t going to help him.” Marvin sighed. “Look, get some sleep and try again tomorrow – you might do better then.”

Jackie sighed as well, considering. The bed he was sitting on was very comfortable, and he was tired. Besides, he had set up his computer to alert him if there were any clues and a lot of what he was doing was refreshing pages in the hopes of finding another trail he could go down, another webpage he could explore. And nothing had come up recently.

So he nodded slowly, trying to ignore the guilt that was steadily growing larger. Marvin was right – he needed rest, at least a little. But as he began to stand, lifting his laptop and stretching his legs, the machine pinged slightly.

Heart pounding and trying not to get his hopes up too much, he dropped back down and checked the notification. An email – an email with no title or sender.

“What is it?” Marvin asked, suddenly by his side. “Is opening that a good idea?”

“There’s no better ones,” Jackie said, clicking it.

He tensed, not quite sure what to expect. A message appeared, above a slowly loading image. Jackie quickly read the message, deciphered the letters between the scattered font.

F͔ͯͪͭ̆̆i͓n̜͍͚̓ͦͪ̍d͚͛̿̈ ͙h̺͖͚̞͆͋̏ͫ̋̉i̲̭̝̺ͬ̓̓ͤ͌͗ͥ̀m̵̜͓͔̗̯͈̊̒̿͆̃ ̺̟̺̯̠̺̒͟ĩ̜̣̖̦͂ͨ̅͂̎͡f̡͎̝ͪ̃́ͩ ̡̙̭̦ͨ̉̃ͭ̾y̗̖̠͈̖͌ͧ̂ͮͥ̃o̦̣̺̹͙͓ͭu͉͖̦̓͐̌ ̬̳̀̄ͪ͌͞ď̠̮̝ͤ̋͗ͯ͆͞ͅa̴̒̌͑͂r͍̱̞̉̄̃́̋͛̂͟e̛̻̳͎͑̎ͧ̑̎

The image finally loaded – an image of Jamie, bound to a chair, his eyes wide and full of fear. Jackie sat back, running his hands through his hair and cursing under his breath. Then hurriedly stood and rushed towards his desk, almost tripping over cords and waking Sam in his haste.

His fingers flew over the keys, focused as he was on tracking the email. He waved Marvin’s questions away as he searched using the skills he had learned to pinpoint the location of the sender. His eyes darted across the screen as he followed trails, desperately trying to find the source of the message before it was too late.

Finally, he stopped, staring at the screen, hardly daring to believe he had been able to do it. The source of the email came from a section of old factories across town. Jackie jabbed a finger on the screen, satisfaction filling him.

“Found him,” he said. Then he stood, pushing Marvin aside in his rush to grab his suit.

“Woah, hold up – you know this is a trap, right?” the magician asked. Jackie shrugged, snatching his suit from where he had hung it on the door of his wardrobe.

“Trap or not, it’s the only lead I have.”

“Well then… I’ll go get ready.” Marvin turned to leave, but Jackie called him back.

“No, I’m going alone,” he said. Marvin shook his head.

“No way – that’s what he – it – whatever – wants. I – it’s picking us off one by one, isolating us. If you go alone you’ll be next.”

Jackie frowned, gripping his suit tightly. He opened his mouth to say what he was thinking, then paused. Finally, he spoke.

“It’s better than you being next,” he said quietly. He couldn’t cope with losing another friend – with someone else he loved getting hurt. He couldn’t cope with being the reason someone else close to him was damaged.

“I’m not letting you go alone, Jackie,” Marvin said. When the superhero looked up at his friend, Marvin had a strange look about him. He was dark, his eyes hard, a flicker of flames dancing over his fingertips.

Marvin could look after himself. Besides – the backup might be useful.

So Jackie nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “Suit up.”

*~*

It was dark inside the factory. Jackie didn’t fear the dark – in fact, he usually enjoyed the silence it brought. But this… this dark was foreboding, evil even.

And even the bravest of heroes was afraid of what was in the dark.

He stepped forward slowly, hoping Marvin got the power on soon, wary, nervous. He slowly pushed open a door and found himself in the large, dark, factory floor. A glow of light shone from across the room.

Ready for anything, he stepped forward slowly, eyes and ears alert for anything. He stepped softly, his shoes making no sound on the floor as he made his way towards what he was beginning to make out as a number of computer monitors.

A glance at his watch told him that Sam would soon have the power on and Marvin was nearly finished his part of the plan. He stepped forward again, making out the shape of a figure sitting in front of the screens – screens that were showing nothing but static.

He stepped forward and the screen suddenly dimmed. Automatically, he dropped into a fighting stance as the figure slowly began to stand. Then it turned and Jackie let out an involuntary gasp.

It was JJ. His hat was missing, his suit tattered, his hair a ragged mess. But what was most off-putting was his eyes. They were dark, cold, emotionless.

He stepped forward, his movements jerky and strange – almost like someone else was controlling him. The screens behind him began flickering and fear began to grow in Jackie.

“Jamie?” he asked, but his friend gave no sign that he had heard. “C’mon man, it’s me. We gotta get you home.”

JJ kept moving, and Jackie suddenly realised he was holding a knife. The fear grew and he stepped back. He didn’t want to have to fight his friend, but the way things were headed it looked like he might have to.

The screen suddenly stopped flickering and turned off, plunging the room into darkness. Jackie’s heart was beating quickly and he tried to calm himself but couldn’t. He could hear Jamie moving around him but didn’t know what to do.

Pain suddenly burst from his arm and he let out a cry, clasping his hand to the now wet wound. Jamie was attacking him. He spun, holding off from landing a punch in an effort to not hurt his friend. But as he did, something collided with his face – a fist – and he stumbled back, dazed.

He couldn’t see his attacker, and even if he could he didn’t want to fight back. He was going to fail again. He was going to let his friends down again. He couldn’t do anything.

Laughter suddenly echoed through the room, causing Jackie to jump. The laughter was creepy, insane, wrong.

“Y͎̅͊̃̎̂̕ͅͅö̜̳̿̽ͤ̒u̜͍͢ ͓̳̐t̩̺͕̞̃̕h͓̝̑ͫ̽̎͐͢o̘̲̤͕ͯ͒͠ú̹̈́ͪ͠ͅg͑̏ͨ̒͐̈́h̦͈́̐ͦ͋ṭ͔̹̦̿ͦͤ̊̑ͭ̓ ̷̉͌͆ͦy͉̗̯o̰͇͓̲̰̲͐̔ͦͫͥͅų̜̙̮̄ͨͦ̿͌ͨ͊ ͈̰̭̫̺ͧͨ̆̓̃cͤ͆o͕̱̫̮ͩ̓͐͗͌ú̴̬ͮ͒ͭ̏l̈́̂͏̯d͇͋̇ ̥̳̩̻̟͎̜̔͛̄̉s͎͖ͬ̒ͨ̔ͪ͢a̡͉͙̝v̠̫͈͚͍͆̽̾͒̌̆e̮̬̞̟̙̥ͭ̽͡ ̞̹̪̻ͮͬ͟h̟̝͚̺͎͋͒̇̉i͐҉̫̝͇͈͎̯m̳͖͖̘̤̠͈͗̈́͠,” a voice whispered. Another punch to his stomach knocked Jackie to the ground. He gasped for breath, fighting back the tears in his eyes and bracing himself against the floor.

“Į͙ͪͣͫ̔t’̤͍͉̳̱̝͍̎͋͛ͮ́̋š͋̾͑̅̋̆ a̢͎̺͔͓̝ͥͬ̊͛͛͐̿l̷ͥl͉̟̯̖̞͎͕͗̋͆ͯ͊ͣ͆̀ ̘̠̮̎ͧ͞y̌o̲̙̤͌̌ͫ͋͗̋͛ụ̮̰͒̿r̝͎̰͐̒̓ͯ́ ͓̮̦͔̟̈́ͪ̑͞ͅf̉ͮa̪̟͍̺̜̥͘u͙̯̥̟̣̮ḻ̯̤̼̳͍͂̅ͫ̃̓̂́ţ̱̺̼.” The voice echoed through the room, distorted and crazy. All your fault. It was his fault. It was his fault he hadn’t been able to protect his friends. He should have been there for him. He should have done something. But now he was going to die by the hands of a friend, now he was going to abandon them again.

Something grabbed his hair and dragged his head back, causing him to gasp in pain. He struggled, not wanting to die quite yet. But a blow from the butt of the knife to the back of his head dazed him. Cold metal touched his neck, and he fought back a shudder. He was going to die.

But as he resigned himself to that fate, the lights suddenly flickered on, flooding the room with light. He blinked, his eyes adjusting and pain throbbing through his head. But the knife didn’t hesitate, and a sharp pain burst through his neck.

“Stop!”

To his surprise, JJ listened to the loud voice that burst through the room. Jackie looked up to see Marvin standing on a balcony above the floor, Sam floating above him. His cape was flowing behind him and his eyes glowing under his mask, a green flame burning above his hand.

“Jameson, let him go.” Marvin’s words were cold, dark, and Jackie felt JJ hesitate. Taking the chance, he kicked out behind him, knocking JJ’s legs from under him. That gave him a chance to break free, collapsing not far away, one hand cupping his bleeding neck.

He allowed himself only a moment to recover before pulling himself to his feet, using the computers behind him to steady himself. Marvin leapt down from the balcony, his cape flaring out behind him as he fell, landing in a way Jackie had to reluctantly admit was better than anything he had ever done.

Jamie turned to face the magician, his face still expressionless, his movements still jerky. Marvin didn’t hesitate, striding towards him. Then, just out of range of the knife still clasped in his friend’s hand, he held out his own.

“Sleep,” Marvin said, and Jamie collapsed, the knife clattering to the ground. Jackie felt himself collapse as well, now the danger was gone. He slid down the machine behind him, hurting. But JJ was safe.

“You alright?” The superhero opened his eyes to see Marvin crouching in front of him, his mask pushed on top of his head. Jackie nodded, accepting the hand offered to him and allowed Marvin to help him up.

“Thanks,” he said slowly. “I – I would have been dead…” he trailed off.

“You don’t have to do it alone, Jackie,” Marvin said. “Let’s get him home.” He said, nodding in the direction of the motionless Jamie. Jackie nodded, leaning on his friend for a long moment.

The monster was picking them off one by one. But if they stuck together maybe they could stop it.

#jacksepticeye #jse fanfic #jacksepticeye fanfic #jackieboy man #jameson jackson #marvin the magician #my fanfics

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parsippanylibrarykids · 6 years ago

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Parr, Todd. The Thankful Book. 2012. Pre-K - 1. Easy-to-read text encourages the reader to find something every day for which to be thankful, from underwear that is just the right size to birthday cakes and the wishes they bring.

Patel, Sanjay. Ganesha’s Sweet Tooth. 2012. Grades Pre-K - 3. An original story based on Hindu mythology, this book tells the story about how Ganesha's love of sweets led to a broken tusk and the writing of the epic poem, the Mahābhārata. Includes author's note about the myth.

Robinson, Michelle. What to do if an Elephant Stands on Your Foot. 2012. Grades Pre-K - K. Advises the reader on how to handle encounters with various animals in the jungle, where a mistake while avoiding one can attract the attention of another.

Rosen, Michael. We’re Going on a Bear Hunt. 2009. Grades Pre-K - 3. Brave bear hunters go through grass, a river, mud, and other obstacles before the inevitable encounter with the bear forces a headlong retreat.

Van Dusen, Chris. If I Built a Car. 2005. Grades Pre-K - 2. Jack describes the kind of car he would build--one with amazing accessories and with the capability of traveling on land, in the air, and on and under the sea.

Viorst, Judith. Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. 1972. Grades Pre-K - 3. On a day when everything goes wrong for him, Alexander is consoled by the thought that other people have bad days too.

Silverstein, Shel. The Giving Tree. 1964. Grades 2-3. A young boy grows to manhood and old age experiencing the love and generosity of a tree which gives to him without thought of return.

Taylor, Sean. Hoot Owl, Master of Disguise. 2014. Grades Pre-K - 2. Hoot owl flies through the night and assumes numerous disguises in order to catch a meal.

Tsurumi, Andrea. Accident! 2017. Grades Pre-K - 3. When a clumsy armadillo named Lola knocks over a glass pitcher, she sets off a silly chain of events, encountering chaos wherever she goes.

Tullet, Herve. Press Here. 2011. Grades Pre-K - K. Instructs the reader on how to interact with the illustrations to create imaginative images.

Vernick, Audrey. So You Want to be a Rock Star? 2012. Grades 2-3. Presents advice for budding rock stars, including how to strum an air guitar, how to sneer, and how to sign autographs.

#elementary #book recs #book recommendations #picture books #books #pre k

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o-muse-sing · 6 years ago

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musical alphabet 🎶💫

Thank you @shiningnctzen for tagging me :)

rules: list 3 songs beginning with each letter of the alphabet and tag 3 people

A-

After The Love Has Gone by Earth Wind & Fire

Automatic by Red Velvet

At Last by Etta James

B-

Baby Don’t Like It by NCT 127

Blood by Day6

Beautiful Lies by Birdy

C-

Candy by The Rose

Clap by Seventeen

Careless Whisper by George Michael

D-

Dakara, Hitori ja nai by Little Glee Monster

Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

Drive My Car by The Beatles

E-

eye by indigo la End

Emotion by Dreamcatcher

Endless Love by Lionel Richie & Diana Ross

F-

Fallen by Lauren Wood

Fix You by Coldplay

Falling For U by Seventeen

G-

Goodbye Days by YUI

Galaxy by Bolbbalgan4

Greased Lightning from the movie Grease

H-

How Deep Is Your Love by The Bee Gees

Hey Jude by The Beatles

Heikousen by Sayuri

I-

I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston

I Smile by Day6

In The Still Of The Night by The Five Satins

J-

Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel

Jetlag by Simple Plan

Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri

K-

Kingdom Come by Red Velvet

Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys

Know You Now by Amy Winehouse

L-

Let It Be Me by Phil Everly

Letting Go by Day6

Love Me by The 1975

M-

Moon River by Andy Williams

Moonwalker by Seventeen

Making Love Out Of Nothing At All by Air Supply

N-

No Scrubs by TLC

Numb by Linkin Park

No Regrets by MAGIC!

O-

Oh My! by Seventeen

O Sole Mio by SF9

One Step Ahead by Aretha Franklin

P-

Papa Don’t Preach by Madonna

Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka

Pure Imagination from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Q-

Q&A by Seventeen & Ailee

Quando Quando Quando by Pat Boone

Que Sera, Sera by Doris Day

R-

Rehab by Amy Winehouse

Ribbon In The Sky by Stevie Wonder

Revolution by The Beatles

S-

Sun & Moon by NCT 127

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club by The Beatles

Shelter by the xx

T-

Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan

Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran

Travel by Bolbbalgan4

U-

Undo by The 1975

Unforgettable by Nat King Cole

Untitled by Maliq & D’Essentials

V-

Valerie by Amy Winehouse

Viva La Vida by Coldplay

Very Nice by Seventeen

W-

Wine by Suran ft. Changmo

What I Did For Love from the musical A Chorus Line

Watashi Igai Watashi Janai no by Gesu no Kiwami Otome.

X-

X Song by Bolbbalgan4

XO by Beyonce

X Marks the Spot by Coldplay

Y-

You Better Go Now by Billie Holiday

You And I by Dreamcatcher

Yellow Submarine by The Beatles

Z-

Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie

Zero to Hero from Disney’s Hercules

Zombie by The Cranberries

Tagging @definitely-not-your-noona @amberlepanda @flower-sword

#tagged #mutuals #shiningnctzen

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tinycartridge · 7 years ago

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Tiny Cartridge's Holiday 2017 Gift Guide ⊟

We picked out gifts we’d give to people we love (like you)!

Gifts we’d give to Switch owners

Puyo Puyo Tetris - It’s a great Tetris game, a great Puyo Puyo trainer, and a weirdly enjoyable story.

Waterfield CitySlicker Case - An elegantly designed, perfectly protective case. It’s a top-shelf pouch with a top-shelf price, offering a cowhide leather flap and microsuede lining.

Palisade’s Waxed Canvas Carrying Case - Available in green and blue, this case isn’t quite as nice as the CitySlicker, but it’s a quarter of the price and will keep consoles warm during these winter months with its flannel interior.

Switch Arcade Cabinet - This DIY project turns Switches into a tiny arcade machine! And it can be extended with DIY joystick controls, or not.

Gifts we’d give to Nintendo 3DS and 2DS owners

SNES Edition New Nintendo 3DS XL - While it’s not a Super NES Classic Edition, it looks just as slick, and you can actually buy this one from a store. It also comes with a digital code for Super Mario Kart for the SNES.

Poke Ball Edition New Nintendo 2DS XL - It looks just like a Poke Ball, and the lid has a button you can press – two good excuses for why someone would want yet another 3DS/2DS system.

amCase Soft Sleeve 3DS XL Carrying Case - This low-key gray case is a great and cheap solution for adults wanting to carry this child-proof system around with them.

River City Rival Showdown - Two years in a row, we have a new Kunio game to recommend. Hell yeah. This River City Ransom remake even comes with a limited edition Kunio keychain.

Gifts we’d give to PS Vita owners

Axiom Verge Multiverse Edition - The deluxe edition of the one-man Metroidvania (includes the game, a double-sided poster, an art booklet, and a making-of documentary).

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony - Give the gift of once again being trapped with other high schoolers and forced to kill each other to escape.

Ys VIII Lacrimosa of DANA - If you don’t play this, Dana will cry.

PlayStation TV Display Stand Dock - Maybe all people need to start using their PlayStation TVs again is a dock to help it stand tall and imitate higher-end consoles. Give PS TV owners a reason to prop the micro console up next to their other systems.

Toys and amiibo we’d give to fellow men and women of culture

Breath of the Wild Link deluxe Nendoroid - It comes with a little horsey for Link and other Nendoroids to ride! There’s also a cheaper, non-horsey version with enough accessories to take down the toughest Test of Strength shrines.

Dragon Quest Slime pocket watch - L M A O

Max Factory Goro Majima figma action figure - Maybe you could sew a little shirt for him.

Amiibo diorama kits - Imported Smash Bros., Monster Hunter Stories, Kirby, Splatoon, playgrounds for amiibos.

Clothes we’d give to improve people’s wardrobes

Sonic the Hedgehog sneakers - I’m sure these would look great even on a fully clothed human.

Breath of the Wild scarf - A sick scarf inspired by The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild’s blue Hyrule Champion tunic. Check out Tony’s Splatoon Gear Brand stickers too!

Bowser Revolution - Another unlicensed piece, but we have no choice but to endorse a t-shirt featuring a Mario Party Bowser silhouette demanding equality.

Neo Geo Bigger Badder Better Long-Sleeve Tee - A must-cop for hypebeasts wanting to wear a hype beast, designed by Nina Matsumoto and Tony Kuchar. Comes with a matching pin!

Books we’d give to bring joy to people’s lives

I’m Stuck in a Video Game - A lovely story about a young girl being zapped into her favorite game, written by Game Center CX producer/narrator Tsuyoshi Kan and illustrated/translated by Nina Matsumoto.

The Life-Changing Manga of Tidying Up: A Magical Story - Help someone clean up a messy home and life with Marie Kondo. For those who had trouble with her original book, this manga edition makes Ms. Kondo’s tidying lessons more accessible with a cute story about a young professional trying to get her life together.

Delicious in Dungeon - For people who have always wanted the cooking segments of dungeon crawlers turned into a manga entirely about a party of adventurerers cooking recipes out of monsters.

Peow Comics - Everything this publisher puts out is flames, whether it’s detective stories, chronicles of a war between wizards, or a crossover between Yuri on Ice and Evangelion.

Music we’d give to people who haven’t asked us to stop giving them music as gifts

Django - The first original album release by Chip Tanaka, the incredible chiptune alter ego of Nintendo’s best game composer/Creatures Inc. president Hirokazu “Hip” Tanaka. His CD includes a thank-you letter from Chip Tanaka (and secret track download code).

Three Movements (releases December 17) - Mega Man composer Manami Matsumae is also releasing her first-ever solo album, promising songs that cross “chiptunes with everything from classical piano and SNES-inspired beats to melodically vague soundscapes and orchestral numbers.”

Prescription for Sleep: Fight for Your Dreams - Iconic game music turned into jazzy lullabies to sleep, relax, and study to. The arrangements are put together and performed by Gentle Love – Norihiko Hibino (composer of Metal Gear Solid and Bayonetta) on saxophone and AYAKI (performer on Etrian Odyssey and PersonaQ) on piano.

Everybody Works - Dream-pop tracks from Oakland-based artist Jay Som / Melissa Duterte. Just a tender, warm album Eric has been getting into lately.

Gifts we’d give to people who would listen to a podcast about grocery shopping

Club Tiny membership: What could be a better gift than entry in an exclusive, positive community of handheld game enthusiasts? Don’t think too much on that question. You’ll not only get our exclusive Grocery/Slice-of-Life podcast, but access to our Discord, a free Tiny enamel pin, and more!

Kiriko Tote Bags - We’re in love with this Portland shop’s patterns, but their simple, chic denim totes are perfect for carrying a basket’s worth of groceries home (we’re using their large chambray bag with Kiriko’s logo).

Click & Grow aerogardens - Grow herbs and/or vegetables at home with these indoor gardening kits. They’re self-watering and use plant cartridges!

Seapoint Farms Dry-Roasted Edamame - An unexpected perfect protein-packed snack. It’s nutty but safe for people with nut allergies!

Charities we’d donate to in someone’s name like that Seinfeld episode except they’re real organizations that will put your money to good use

ACLU donation - The gift of continued protection for our rights.

Animal Welfare Institute - Help reduce animal suffering caused by people.

Flint water donation - I can’t believe this is still necessary, but it is.

The Trevor Project - Help LGBTQ kids when they need it.

If we’ve missed any must-have gifts, let us know!

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#gaming #gift guide #switch #ps vita #3ds #nintendo 3ds

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