#mister-re

[kagoutiss]

heckling the farmer

[add1ctedt0you]

Me, with the unpopular opinion that, in a wq lives au, where wq marries jc, novel canon wwx is not taking well the news about chengqing marriage

[accidentally-drank-paintwater]

:p

Text: “Re-Verse Swap AU - Adrien Agreste” “still a wip” “not sure [about] this”

[emdoddles]

Punk! Mister Bug and Lady Noire to go with my punk Aspik and Multimouse.

I call them Mister Toxic and Lady Claw

[pensbridge]

Furthermore, as far as this Colin will not be in his own season. I swear I'm annoyed. It's the same in the book that even starts with Pen- love her, but I was shocked at how much she was present on her own (ofc this changes and fixes itself later); even as readers we don't know Colin until the reveal (even the back of the book is like "Colin has a secret"). But for promo, why do people expect a lay out of Colin's entire arc when his entire arc is such a turning point and a secret for the original source material? They cannot talk about what casual viewers do not know!!! The writing... Colin finding out about LW. And THANK GOD they added the letters for some sort of a hint! It's actually so good that they have the plot they do starting out with the lessons, because we need to see Colin see and unknowingly help Penelope... Oh My God, if I had to see an overkill of Penelope just hating on herself, I would be annoyed. For her to throw out 'jabs' about perceived flaws in the epilogue of the book. STILL. after Colin's tried to change her view around that (and I get it's a journey, but at the end of a story I don't want to see her still upset). As far as a netflix account liking some shady sh*t about Colin, (idk who, but) if it's not netflixus IDGAF, because there's always been other accounts that have posted some weird stuff that gets overlooked. They just do the dubbing (and the promo for their respective country); idc about their nasty opinion.

edited: in case someone else misunderstands this post-I'm talking about how the SERIES will handle Colin's storyline, NOT PROMO for every country

This post was my attempt at looking on the positive side for anyone thinking Colin might not have a spotlight in his own season.

[onlyhurtforaminute]

INFANT ANNIHILATOR-MISTER SISTER FISTER: RE-CONCEPTION

[heartvisor]

handshake please(!)

[sapphiclinos-moved]

what the ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

[itissadbutitsmy-life]

actually honestly. baby pep is “the souls of the innocent” too you saw the episode.

[mayze2]

We have reached new lows for neoliberalism never before thought possible

[cagcd]

Tag drop !

☆.⠀⠀⠀out of character⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀ooc !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀in character⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀ic !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀Larger than life⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀verse i !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀earthrealm defender ⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀verse ii !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀straight outta horror flick⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀verse iii !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀it's exhausting being so perfect⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀visage !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀fan mail⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀memes !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀here's johnny⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀answered !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀ageless mask fades to true life⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀musings !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀this is re-goddamn-diculous⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀crack !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀favourite ex-wife⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀sonya !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀daddy's girl⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀cassie !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀tin head⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀jax !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀mister liu liu⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀liu kang !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀kung pao my man⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀kung lao !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀daredevil⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀kenshi !⠀)

☆.⠀⠀⠀raidude⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀raiden !⠀)

[andmineisyellow]

I replied to this ask on May 17th 2022. Almost two years to the day, Writer!Colin will be coming home😭😭😭

And what's crazy is that I think some of the predictions I made about the show trying to strengthen Colin's motivations may actually be correct.

Do you think show Colin is going to be a writer too?

I felt like Eloise’s commend about Colin rambling on his letters was kinda off, but then again she could just be an annoyed sister.

I honestly don't know, I'm going in with low expectations on this mainly because I don't want to end up heartbroken.

That said, I don't think that line necessarily means we won't get writer!Colin. It absolutely could, but it could also be attempting to set up a future plot point. His family not enjoying his stories about Greece and potentially losing his "Pen pal" at the end of season 2 could be his reason to start journaling when he goes on his trip to Cyprus. In the book, when Colin is worried that no one would be interested in his journals, Penelope tells him that his family would support him. Instead of replying that he wants to make it on his own without the Bridgerton name (which is similar to Benedict) like he does in the books, Colin can firmly say his family doesn't care for his writing (or at least he thinks they don't). That would actually be a stronger motivation in my opinion because we've actually seen how unsupportive Eloise seems to be.

Colin failing in his business pursuits, something that Penelope exceeds at, felt purposeful in season 2. It's possible that instead of writing, the show could lean more into this as the thing that brings them together. I don't like that as much (them both being writers is more romantic to me), but there is much more weight put on Pen as a businesswoman in the show than there is in the book, so I could see it happening. But his business pursuits could also just be used as an added thing for Colin's jealousy arc. I did this one thing (business) that she does and failed. And if I do this other thing that she does (writing) will I fail again?

The thing is, as much as people call Colin boring, I actually feel like they have a lot of room to play with him and I'm curious to see where they go.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

found this article ft. coverage of a 7pm show of the 14th annual joe iconis christmas extravaganza, with pics & Gists Of It All

Posted on December 17, 2024 by Alix Cohen

(Rudolph, Mrs. Santa and The Jingle Sluts) 54 Below is festively decorated. Red and green lighting bathes the venue. Four carolers in bonnets move from table to table. Two elves, in fact, Mistletoe Munchkins (Sarah Al-Bazali and Bailey Forman) gambol through the club disseminating candy. Halo somewhat askew, Christmas Angel (Annie Golden), opens and closes the show.

(Joe Iconis; The Christmas Angel) To say the Extravaganza is an immersive production minimizes the effect of 60 talented, gleefully crazed performers comprising Joe Iconis’s theater “family” (those who’ve appeared in his concerts and musicals). The merry band commandeers every corner of the premises with camaraderie; song, dance, sketches and choreographed mayhem, sometimes interacting with enthusiastic audience. Our heads swivel like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.

(Fancy Tree, Katrina Rose Dideriksen , Mistletoe Munchkins, Mr. Macabee) Iconis explains he had a tough year – compelled to take a lot of less than viable gigs including one upstate just before this show. The company was returning by a bus that crashed in a snowstorm, survivors unknown. “I really needed to get together with my family,” he says sorrowfully. “Don’t let the smile fool you/I’m quite depressed…” Iconis sings, gesturing to unoccupied microphones. Three homeless urchins (Lauren Marcus, Morgan Siobhan Green and Jason SweetTooth Williams) straggle in and are allowed to stay because, hey! it’s Christmas.  

(The Urchins) As if things weren’t bad enough, landlord Cyril Von Miserthorpe (Will Roland) – think Snidely Whiplash – is calling in loans on 54 Below worth over a million dollars in order to build a block of apartments. Cyril is particularly bitter missing Rufus (Philip Romano) “who used to lick my face, but died at Christmas having run into the street after a rolling ornament.” His husband (not dog) later appears very much alive sinuously wearing a silk dressing gown. Flamboyant and pink “Fancy Tree” (Leonard Sullivan) mishears “fantasy” and, taking it as an invitation, also shows up. Tree has her own sad tale having been turned down by every window on Fifth Avenue.

(Flashback Joe and Flashback Mom) Still the show must go on! “Joe’s Flashback” is a trio of songs dramatizing his early life. Fleeing a histrionic, discouraging mother (Jackie Sanders) the hero (Flashback Joe – Owen Smith) travels to daddy’s family in Jackalope Holler, West Virginia “where they appreciate art.” A squirrel, a reindeer, and a raccoon (while dancers tap in the aisles) are interrupted by mom’s arrival and a horrible accident wiping them all out. Guilt-ridden, Iconis keeps his family’s ashes in a hollow plastic candy cane.

(Animals of Jackalope Holler) There’s considerable original material (Iconis can write to any theatrical moment) as well as Italian, Hawaiian, Jewish, and Spanish salutes to the season and a roster of standbys like “Here Comes Santa Claus,” “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree,” “Sleigh Bells,” and “Oh, Tannenbaum.” Katrina Rose Dideriksen sings the hell out of “Please Come Home for Christmas.” Bartender Mr. Macabee (Jeremy Morse) can’t resist the chance to sing.

(Cyril and Krampus) Krampus (Lilly Tobin) – great costume, a horned anthropomorphic figure who, in the Central and Eastern tradition, accompanies Saint Nicholas, oozes “Baby It’s Cold Outside” – to Cyril. A drunk, raunchy Mrs. Santa Claus (Lorinda Lisitza) fronts a chorus of Jingle Sluts, stumbles, and gyrating, climbs on a table.

(Santa and Sweet Baby Jesus) Santa (Jason SweetTooth Williams), depressed by competition from “Sweet Baby Jesus” takes a seat at a banquette while Iconis and company try to cheer him up. Jesus himself (Bill Coyne) arrives lasciviously and literally stretched across the bar area wearing a loin cloth and shades. (There’s a miracle in the offing.) Mary Magdalene (Liz Lark Brown) – with a Yiddish accent – strips down to mini dress sequins to perform “Santa Baby” with her scantily clad backup boys. There’s even dancing candy!

(Mary and the Boys) Needless to say, missing cast arrives, Cyril finds the spirit of Christmas, family is reunited, and everyone’s holiday dreams come true. The show is a love fest, also irreverent, salacious, silly, clever; a 2 1/2 hour musical, not a concert. Iconis sits behind the piano benevolently watching his creation like The Wizard of Oz. John Simpkins’ Hellzapoppin production is masterfully directed madness.

Ex·trav·a·gan·za: an elaborate and spectacular entertainment or production – which this was in spades. Put me down for next year!

(there's another version of this on cabaretscenes.org posted the next day & with fewer, lower res pics & not necessarily more accurate or illuminating yet fun occasional differences in word choice / phrasing, for interest)

[bunny-jpeg]

head principal!max verstappen was supposed to retire over five years ago. but that never happened. he often joked that the allure of racing pulled him back in. it was only on his second year of being head principal that he met you. painfully beautiful in the gear for the promising verstappen team. his logo over your heart as you followed him like a lost puppy around the paddock. max didn't want to think about the age gap, or the power dynamic or how you were able to bound the stairs so easily while he had a dull throb in his leg from decades of wear and tear.

when he was racing, he thought he had his whole life planned out. but, life never planned out that way. his fellow drivers all got married, moved on and even had families. while max was still finding his comforts on the track. it was why you were such a surprise. max took a gamble on you and it paid off. powerful on the track and a darling in front of the press. you were trained to a t for formula one. smiles and trophies, a beaut for them. max remembered when he saw you for the first time in the fireproof underlayer of your uniform. the 'm' and the 'v' of his logo partially warped due to the size of your breasts. his gaze lingered and made you stand up a little straighter. you swallowed and meekly asked, "does this look alright, mister verstappen?" and max simply replied, "you wear it with pride." as he reached out, testing the waters to rub your shoulder, "continue to wear it with pride." and you, with a big smile nodded happily. he knew you fought like hell to get to where you were, a girl from a small town in the middle of nowhere. no one wanted to sign you, except for max.

it was only about time you two collided into each other. and that started over your car. the pretty black of the vehicle looked lovely against your form as he bent you over it. his hands on the zip of your jeans before he pulled them down to your ankles. he admired your behind before he gave it a slap. you whimpered. when he eventually got the two of you naked enough and sank into your cock. it was like everything clicked together. this what was what he was missing. he held onto you tightly, like you were going slip away from his grasp. he groaned against your skin with his nose in your hair soon after. his cock nudged against some of the softest parts of you. he wouldn't find out till later that you were actually a virgin which only excited max more. oh, you were a virgin? no other man was able to get their hands on you just like no other team in f1 could. you were max's in any way he could get you. he had sex many times, there was no dry spell in his life for pussy. but when he pulled the first orgasm out of you, you having to cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, he knew he was far gone. anything you wanted, he'd give you. except something licked at his brain, wearing verstappen branded gear was hot on you. but wearing his last name like a title only made you more stunning to him. wouldn't be the first time someone his age got with someone who was questionably younger. even though you were an adult, it would still raise a few eyebrows. your voice was strained when you called out for him, "mister verstappen! mister verstappen!" he came back to reality and heard your sweet voice say, "can you slow down, you're going to bruise me." and max almost came right at that moment. instead he slowed down, letting you enjoy this intimate feeling.

when he eventually finished inside of you, your sweaty half-clothed body over the hood of your precious car. he helped you back into your clothes and when you got back up right, you clung to him like a gentle kitten. you even pouted when you said, "you didn't even kiss me, mister verstappen." and he simply chuckled and took you by the chin before he kissed you. he then said, "if you win this weekend there will be more where that came from." max waited for the write up, or the press headline or something the following week. but nothing came, instead max received pictures of you whenever you were apart. speculation did swirl when a photo of you seated on max's thigh while he explained how your free practice went, his hand around your waist. those same hands would be on both hips as he buried his cock into you. your sweet moans echoed in his mind as he took you apart on the bed. you were in the netherlands and he wanted to 'wish you luck' which meant letting the fat tip of his cock nudge against your sweet cervix. after most races you'd whine about body pain in your lower half from how you couldn't sit comfortable due to the damage that max had did. "shouldn't you be going slower, old man!" you whined as he continued to fuck you. you tried to hit his strong back, but years of formula one followed by other trainings post "retirement" left him easy to overpower you. pin you down and take you by the waist. let his cock drool pre cum into your sweet sex. even if you hit and scratched up his back when it all became too much. it felt almost romantic, max's lips against your neck as he thrusted into you. when he wasn't fucking you quickly, he was taking so hard thrusts that made you drool all over the bed. you complained about him being too fast, but now you were going to feel every inch inside of your sore pussy.

you were so eager to please. you wanted to do the team right. max would make sure that you were taken care of. contracts, cars, all of it. you just sign the dotted line and keep looking as beautiful as you were. don't worry that the team branded t-shirts were always a little too tight on you and don't mind that it was max's last name on your track pass. "it was just a printing error." "they think i'm married to you though." "is that a bad thing to think?" "no, sir."

slowly seeding ideas into your head. could you imagine the contract you'd have if you got closer to max verstappen. he'd often hold you in his arms after sex and remark that it had been too long since there was a verstappen on the track. while he enjoyed the position he was in now, he longed for his last name on the podium. you simply cuddled closer to him and let him drag his hand across your thigh, "maybe one day, sir." you smiled, "maybe you'll get lucky and have a child!" while that idea was sweet, he didn't want to cut your career short. not that short at least. for now he'd have to simply put into your mind that while your last name was lovely. his last name would look a lot nicer. as he kissed down your neck, it was a promise. you'd be his super star on the track and his loving wife off of it. <3

a/n: reader is an adult, just with an age gap to raise and eyebrow at.

[my-castles-crumbling]

amortentia - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 166

He'd done something wrong. That was the only explanation.

Re-reading the directions on the board for the thousandth time, Barty frowned, trying to calm his racing heart. He had to have fucked up somewhere.

But as he scanned over the words, he came up blank. As usual, he'd followed every instruction to the letter, and the potion looked exactly how it was supposed to.

"It has to be wrong," Barty murmured under his breath, still firmly in denial, stomach churning. "Professor!" he called louder, gesturing to Slughorn.

"Yes, Mister Crouch?" the man asked, approaching the cauldron.

"I've made a mistake. Can you help?" Normally he didn't care this much about Potions, but...

"Not at all! This is a perfect example of Amortentia, my boy!" Slughorn exclaimed, making Barty's entire body go cold. "Ten points to Slytherin!"

Watching the Professor walk away, he swallowed audibly, trying to stop his racing thoughts.

Because if this was a perfectly-made love potion, then why did it smell exactly like Evan?

[heartvisor]

completely forgot this was what rookie's "scandal" was.. come on, you shouldn't force these sorts of things it's impolite