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scentedsstuff · 2 years ago

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I saw that you read ‘We Hunt the Flame’ which is a series I really enjoyed, and I just wanted to know your favourite things about the duology

The real question is what didn't I love about it? The duology overall is easily a 5/5⭐️ duology as it ticked off so many boxes for me. When I first read the synopsis I was already hooked.

1) First of all, it was the dual POV, I looooovvvvee dual POV in a fantasy book because you get to see exactly what another character is thinking/feeling/seeing in any given circumstance without having to infer or interpret things seen from the main character's POV alone.

2) Then there's the fact that the 2 main characters we follow start out as enemies by circumstance, it's not due to anything personal, just by chance. Any enemies to lovers variation, be that enemies to friends to lovers or enemies to allies to lovers that I get, I appreciate A LOT.

3) Then there's the mystery behind it, by that I mean the fact that they both knew each other by reputation and not much else. Nasir only knew of the Hunter and Zafira of the Prince/Assassin of death. It made following the story so much more interesting, personally speaking, and especially in Zafira's case I was always so excited when it was revealed to others that the Hunter was actually the Huntress.

The theme of mystery follows into the plot itself, with why can Zafira alone always find her way out of the Arz? What happened to the 6 sisters? Who is the silver witch and what part does she have to play in all of this? What really happened to all the magic in the land? There was so much to keep you thinking besides just the main characters themselves.

4) The integration of the language into the book. This is easily one of my favorite aspects of the book. Arabic is such a beautiful language, and I loved the way it was introduced and woven into the story so seamlessly. Some fantasy books can have this almost dictionary-like way of introducing new words to readers but I felt in the duology it was done quite well. An example I can think of is;

This is a favorite example of mine, it's quick, it's funny and it tells me that Habibi = beloved / is a term of endearment.

Continuing on from that, so much of the culture was introduced to the reader in a way that made you feel less like you were looking from behind a glass in and more like you were being brought along into this new world and culture without feeling like you were being talked down to.

5) The found family! The Zumra was a part of the book that I did not expect to love as much as I did. I've read books where characters are given one book to form a group/found family and sometimes it works and other times it feels forced and/or falls flat. In this case however, it worked out well. It felt genuine and not at all rushed, they came together as naturally as any band of strangers stuck on a mysterious and dangerous island together would. There was bickering, fighting, a lot of suspicion (naturally) but along the way they found comfort in each other, and not in any loud or obvious ways but small yet kind. Not in displays of affections such as hugs, or any physical contact but in choosing to sit with one another whether it was for dinner or for a chat, choosing to share a meal and eventually parts of their lives with each other.

6) Altair. Yes, he gets to be a reason all on his own. I was so scared he would only ever serve as the comedic relief and not much else, how glad I was when he wasn't. His sense of humor is top tier in my opinion, I loved his addition to the Zumra and his relationship with Nasir over the course of the duology was one of my favorite things to watch develop.

7) The platonic love. It was also nice to read about friendships where they were just that......Friends and there was no need to read into it more than that. I loved how it showed that you can just love your friends so fiercely without it having to indicate any sort of romantic feelings such as with Zafira and Yasmine, Altair and Kifah, Zafira and Altair, Altair and Benjamin, Nasir and literally anyone from the Zumra (besides Zafira) bcoz he finally has friends now😅etc

8) Nasir and his whole arc of letting people into his life. Throughout the books, it was this gradual journey of him allowing himself to grow closer to others. Not just that, but seeing that he was worthy of these relationships, that he was wanted. For me, I especially loved this dynamic with Zafira because he was the one that sought her out, even when they were merely allies by circumstance. You could see it in the way he would approach her first and almost try and justify his actions at times, even questioning why he felt the need to do this (but I feel it's clear why). It's similar to why he keeps Altair around despite all the bickering and threatening words, because they don't speak to him or cower away from him as if he were some monster, they merely see him, just as he is.

9) Let's continue looking at this dynamic in the romance aswell because the romance was 👌🏾💗💯! For me, I read their relationship as one where they both chose the other. Now what I mean by that is, previously Nasir had been pursued by someone and the same goes for Zafira. In this instance however, they both choose the other (what i'm trying to say is that he wanted her first and vice versa for her, it was not that scenario of them realizing someone had feelings for them and then reciprocating after finding out).

This can be seen when Zafira breaks down (in WHTF) and in his quick need to comfort her one of his first thoughts is to be affectionate and to kiss her but immediately he is taken aback, saying to himself 'When had he ever wished to kiss anyone?' showing how in the past he was the one pursued and did not initiate, so to him, this feeling of wanting to be affectionate and taking the initiative to simply be with someone was new to him yet part of him still clearly wanted to try (with her). In Zafira's case, it was finally reciprocating feelings which she herself harbored. It was all very sweet but ofcourse filled with a lot of angst and TENSION.

10) Zafira💗. That's all the point I needed to make on her. Just her is enough.

That's just to name a few things I liked/loved. I'm really glad you enjoyed the series anon and thank you for giving me the chance to talk about it some more! Take care!

#i could probably list so much more #thats how much i loved this duology #asks #we hunt the flame #sands of arawiya

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lunaprincipessa · 5 months ago

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ENTRY 231

Came across this picture online. Wanted to blog about the nice experience I had in receiving an autographed copy of it.

I was looking for a new Halloween themed baking show to watch and eventually stumbled on Netflix's The Curious Creations of Christine McConnell. I absolutely fell in love with that show for multiple reasons: the campiness, the same style of humor that you'd see in The Addams Family, and of course the DIY goddess herself, Christine.

She's gorgeous and talented and I just loved her from the first episode. She did everything in this show from decorations to baking to sewing, all with a dark theme or undertone. Sadly, Netflix did not renew the show for a second season but I still wanted to know what she was up to. That's when I found out about her new show.

From the Mind of Christine McConnell brings you all of her creations like the show before it, only now she has full creative control and the things this woman does, mind-blowing to say the least. Sweet treats, sewing, make-up, home renovations, photoshop; she literally does it all and she'll walk you through every step. I'm a huge fan of her perspective and creativity.

And I absolutely adore how she incorporated fun characters into From the Mind similar to The Curious Creations. Her husband plays two characters on the show, an undead butler type and a creature she keeps in the basement. I love her style. lol And I love how he just dives right in to help her bring her visions to life. You see him twice in the pic I included from my favorite episode, "Creating a Family Portrait."

I decided to join her Patreon because I'm forever curious, eager, and excited to see what she does next. Had to join the top tier because I wanted access to all her creations and adventures.

Life goes on as normal for a time but then things just got rough and I became very depressed. This was the type of depression that weighs you down with hopelessness. I just wasn't feeling good about life at all.

Unbeknownst to me, when you join Christine's top tier on Patreon, you receive an annual gift. I just focused on the whole full access thing. I had no idea she sends out gifts, and I was about to receive mine.

A couple weeks later, I got a notification that I received a package, which had me heading to the mail suite almost immediately because I didn't order anything and was wondering what it was. I sign for it, the clerk gives me a long white tube, and I leave. I get in my car and take a sec to see who it's from and there it was in big, bold letters:

From: Christine McConnell

I nearly had a heart attack, I was so happy! I had completely forgotten about everything in life that was making me sad and all I could think about was getting home safely so I could open it. My mind was consumed the entire ride home. "Ok, so, long and skinny tube, is it a picture or a poster? What is it?!" Every red light, all I could do was stare at it sitting there the passenger seat.

I get home and open it. There was the picture Christine McConnell made on my favorite episode, freshly autographed with a black sharpie. Of all the things she could send out, this is what I receive. I just sat there holding it, looking at it and smiling as joyful tears ran down my face. It truly is the little things in life that make the biggest impact. The timing couldn't have been better, I really needed that uplift! Nice things like this are a rarity in my life so I can get a little emotional. 😬 The grateful kind of emotional though! 😁

She included a second picture which of course she looked like a queen, I'll have to find it and add it to the blog, but the family portrait really touched my heart and I cannot wait to find a special frame for it. More thoughts later.

#Christine McConnell #The Curious Creations of Christine McConnell #From the Mind of Christine McConnell #DIY Goddess #love her

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hottakehoulihan · 1 month ago

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How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. By Lewis Frumkes

tl;dr: Nope. Dropped.

You know those one-page "funny" essays you get in magazines, newspapers, or budget publications? In The New Yorker it's the "Shouts and Murmurs" and there are some good ones, by good authors.

This is not one of those authors. A glance at the credits shows Lewis mostly got published in the New York Times (maybe they were good once; I have reasons to have contempt for and anger at them now both for quality and for journalistic ethics reasons)

He also got a few things into Punch, and one thing into The Atlantic.

Huh; maybe I'll go ahead and read that Atlantic one (Page 148) since it looks like his attempt at a sort of Devil's Dictionary. That could be good. Ah no; alas it's just made-up SNL-style "sniglets" but with a much smaller team doing writing and QC.

Anyway.

I recall holding an ancient crumbling collection of science-fiction stories, as a pre-teen riding the bus to my unpleasantly rural, impoverished, Bible-Belt school, and some ancient Sci-Fi great was chattering about how there are some flatworms which you could teach a simple maze to and then mince and feed to other flatworms and those other flatworms would know the maze.

And this book was mentioned. I've been carrying this title in my head for years and finally got around to it. It sounded so cool!

Nope.

There's a scene in The Simpsons where Homer pounds on the TV and says "Be More Funny" because Garrison Keillor is doing an understated casual comedy bit for PBS.

I actually think Garrison Keillor's comedy was cute, and have background-listened to some Prairie Home Companion on Youtube and have read his book about Jesse Ventura. (I lived on discard books and used books, mostly. I'm not eclectic by choice and there is no honor here.)

A lot of people seem to like this book. To me, it is styrofoam filler. But maybe when I'm old I'll feel differently? Seems unlikely.

I was just talking about self-indulgent "ain't I cute!" writing in the context of fanfic. ...and if the audience is having fun too, I think it's harmless and great.

But I'm not that audience. This is just the author gurning and preening, smirking and strutting, and I'm thinking that this is one of those times where it's the audience providing the service and they're the ones who should get paid.

Maybe it's just a case of

except for humor?

I doubt it.

Probably, it's just that I had this book all puffed up to have substance or at least casual references to substance, and it's not only that, it's not even a particularly tasty confection. For those who actually wanted dollar-bin generic shelf-stable pastries this might be top tier.

Well, I've wasted enough of your time on this. And I've sure as hell wasted enough of mine.

I'll drop this in a Little Free Library. Maybe preteen me would have liked it or at least used it to study allistic neurotypical adult humor.

#HHH.txt #Boox

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littlejuicebox · 9 months ago

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So many things I could recommend but here are a few for OP and my followers!

Any of @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate’s work — it’s so poetic I want to cry. My personal fav is this one that perfectly capture’s Astarion’s thoughts and feelings realization over time. It’s on her old blog so be sure to follow her new one. But tbh it’s a damn shame that doesn’t have more notes.

@azukiel has a long fic, Nightfall Heir, that I adore and has just recently been updated. I was waiting patiently/impatiently for their return and I’m so glad they picked up the proverbial pen again! Very well done Astarion/Halsin/Tav dynamic.

@tallymonster’s Memories of Us AU — I’m not normally an AU lover but this one got me hooked. She also recently wrote an AU piece based on webcam sex and that was honestly so unique!

@vixstarria can’t do anything wrong tbh. Her Night at the Inn pieces are top tier smut but my personal fav of hers is this fluff one about Astarion feelings realization and his nice simple plan falling apart. Her pieces contain so many humorous bits and are a delight to read.

The entire Whither series by @brabblesblog — redemption AA is a weakness of mine and she does this well. She characterizes AA and his motivations perfectly. I also love muscle mommy Ban with my whole heart.

Any of @tragedybunny’s work — she’s an OG. You might recognize her moonblood fic because it’s basically a cult classic now. I haven’t read it yet but I know her AA fic is going to slap. I’ve seen enough teasers to be certain. And it’s second on my to be read long fic list!

First on my TBR long fic list is @leomonae’s one featuring illithid. I have to say I’m intrigued by the dynamic and I plan to start the fic tonight/tomorrow! Her writing style is wonderful, she explores interesting dynamics, and her lore is on point. Plus her OneShot Shalt Be Thrust Down to Hell rewired my brain and sent me on a Astarion/Raphael rabbit hole.

Which lead me to Palmarosa by the spectaclesofthor, a long fic with an Astarion/Raphael pairing. Heavy stuff but honestly so fascinating.

And there you go!

i am in the mood to read some REAL good astarion work. if you’ve seen anything that has taken you aback recently then do send it my way!

#littlejuiceboxrecs #fanfic writers #astarion fanfic #astarion fic

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 2 years ago

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tuesday again 10/18/22

look i originally typed "placeholder" which somehow typo'd into "placegilder" and now i'm fascinated by what that concept could possibly be

listening

Romance Without Finance, covered? by? Charlie Parker. for something by one of the founding fathers of bebop it's remarkably difficult to find info on this song.

"wait a minute kay we didn't know you knew anything about jazz" i don't! just enough to be dangerous!

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it's been stuck in my head bc of the lyrics

You so great and you so fine You ain't got no money you can't be mine It ain't no joke to be stone broke Baby you know I ain't lying when I say Romance without finance is a nuisance Please please baby give me some gold

cheers i'll drink to that bro

reading

sat by a river and read one and a half chapters of Mervyn Peake's Titus Groan, bc people keep telling me i would like Gormenghast and this is the first book in the trilogy. after which i threw it in my bag and forgot about it for the rest of the week. this is not a dunk on the book this is just how distractible i am. the style/voice/etc of Mervyn Peake could diplomatically be described as an acquired taste. not sure if i've acquired that taste yet. not that i am unfamiliar with a longwinded fantasy, i've just been reading very short things lately and am experiencing some whiplash.

god we love a font. GOD we love a series of covers that link together. these come to me courtesy of a very nice old man's moving sale, which i happened upon in august? early september? at the end of the day when everything was free. ended up dumping the milk crate of tools in my trunk into the trunk proper and carrying off an overflowing milk crate of paperbacks like this.

watching

three! tv shows i like are dropping on a weekly basis im in hog heaven (andor, the vampires, chainsaw man)!!!

instead we're going to talk about Werewolf By Night, which was Fine. it's a little marvel halloween special starring one of the eleventy billion comics characters you've never heard of, directed by their longtime composer Michael Giacchino.

i am going to damn it with lukewarm praise and say it's Fine! it's automatically in the top tier marvel products for me bc the fact it is so clearly filmed on a soundstage works in its favor, bc it is one big nod to classic horror. not a pastiche, not a love letter, but many many many visual references. there was only one Joss Whedon Humor Marvel Moment (TM) which i appreciated. i have spent far, far worse hours with this franchise.

excellent opening credits tho. not worth watching if you're a classic horror fan bc it will probably infuriate you, maybe worth watching if you've dropped off the marvel bandwagon and want to check and see if you still like it or not. this is up there with winter soldier for me as far as like. coherence of artistic vision and the ability to confidently tell one story, and it's still Just Okay as a whole.

playing

this was originally going to be a diatribe about human experimentation in fallout 4. yes yes we all know the vaults are human experiments. that's not what i'm talking about. i would like them to connect the dots between pre-war people vanishing off the street for military human experimentation and post-war vanishing off the street for...industry? experimentation a little more explicitly.

INSTEAD, i did something i never do, which was look for a game to play specifically for the tuesdaypost bc i wanted to talk about something in this slot. so off i went to the New & Noteworthy page.

i played The Looker, which is a parody of awardwinning but insufferable puzzle game The Witness. i have not played The Witness bc i find it insufferable, but i have watched roommates play through chunks of it. The Looker is insufferable in a different way, where (spoilers behind rot13)

vg vf na ubhe ybat ohvyqhc gb n pbpx naq onyyf wbxr.

some of the puzzles are genuinely clever. the laser unfolding in a long sequence that felt like a real life hour made me cackle.

i don't know who this streamer is, or if he's secretly garbage or anything, but this video does contain some of the best bits of the game

youtube

it's about an hour and a half and it's free, what more could you want? the way its mechanics unfold is a successful parody of the highbrow puzzle game genre as a whole (imo), not just The Witness, so if you play this without knowing anything about The Witness do report back in pls

making fallow week. lots of things simmering away in the background, not a lot of photogenic things happening, many things that are easier to explain as a whole once they're done.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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stardustincarnate · 3 years ago

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Dating L Lawliet Would Include :

— chances of him getting a partner is less likely than light getting rid of his god-complex

— but hey, that's not completely 0%, and that doesn't mean he finds any difficulty in asking you to be his when he finds you quite intriguing

— though since he's new to it he finds the feeling very odd.. you know all that mushy mushy stuff called love inside him—

— in fact it's YOU who's having some difficulties

— why wouldn't you be, after being asked to solve a bunch of codes you didn't even know existed, and then asked to solve a couple more of mathematical equations, and then asked to string your answers all together so that you could arrive at one FINAL answer which translates to "be mine"

— spoiler, you gave up solving them (because who wouldn't) leaving L no choice but to ask you directly

— it'll come abrupt. for instance while you jotting something on your keyboard he'll turned around, chewing on his cake and casually saying

— " do you wanna be my girlfriend? "

— " pardon, what? "

— " i asked if you want to be my girlfriend. "

— you're gonna have a hard time picking your jaw up from the floor after hearing that

— congratulations for getting emo sherlock for a boyfriend

— i hope he doesn't die—

— he's not the most affectionate boyfriend out there. even before you got into a relationship you could clearly see how he avoided any physical contact as much as he could

— doesn't relish the idea of being held and will rarely let you. it'll only become more often when the relationship progresses

— rarely holds you, but when he does, he's holding you as if you're something fragile—quite loosely. he's careful lest he accidentally hurts you physically

— ruffling your hair and nimbly flicking your forehead is sort of like his love language

— while he may not look like it and doesn't really show it at first, he flirts better than anyone you know

— it only happens once in a blue moon but you will never forget the things he says

— he's not the best at comforting people and he's quite prone to saying some things that are harsh and offending

— but he'll make it up the next day by entertaining you with his top-tier dry humor

— and who doesn't love that

— he may even share a bit of his snacks with you

— which he rarely does because even though he loves you his snacks are HIS

— he's also prone to saying suggestive.. stuffs

— of course, they're only words

— unless . . . ; )

— well, that will come at the later part of your relationship so none of that for now

— he's okay with walking with you side by side but prefers it more if he's walking behind you, that way he can look after you

— need i mention that he's really REALLY good at explaining stuffs

— it makes you gape in awe honestly

— smart is the new sexy

— though sometimes, since he's really REALLY smart, you fail to understand and catch up with him

— and unfortunately he will not repeat

— " weren't you listening? "

— you do not want to disturb him while he's working and completely absorbed with a case

— he. will. roast. you. alive.

— THIS MAN IS ALSO THE BIGGEST HYPOCRITE OUT THERE

— telling you to sleep early because he's worried your brain might not function properly the next day

— HAHAHA WOW

— LOOK WHO'S TALKING

— with the amount of daily sugar and the very teeny amount of sleep he gets you wonder how's he still alive and not only that he's also so much stronger than he looks???? HOW—

— when he sleeps he'll still notice if there's a presence beside him and he'll wake up. we obviously don't want that. so if you want to take a look of his sleeping figure you'll have to be very very careful

— you think you've won, silently giggling, but when you look at him again he's looking at you with an unimpressed look on his face and then you rush out of the room

— meanwhile, if you're the one sleeping, he'll gently come over you and sit on the edge of the bed (or just stand looming at your figure if you're on a couch or elsewhere)

— he'll stoop and put a blanket over you if he feels it's too cold for you and arrange your pillows if they'd become a mess

— will caress your hair so softly his fingers barely skim over it

— will then fondle your cheeks and stare at you lovingly for about five minutes

— pretends none of that ever happened when you wake up

— if you started dating way before the kira case he'd tell you not to involve yourself in said case

— and by telling you that he has done the worst thing he could possibly do to you

— " i never truly loved you if you're asking me to be honest. i only asked you to be mine because you were the only person around at that time. if i were surrounded by a throng, i certainly wouldn't have picked you amongst them. "

— he'd be lying if he said it's not painful to say those words to you. even his facade keeps on faltering

— but what else can he do? he'd rather risk changing your perspective about him by pelting you with words that stab like a knife than risk having you killed by kira once you've associated yourself with the case. says it's alright having you hate him as long as you don't die

— all in all, he's leaning towards the tsundere side. may seem a bit cold as a boyfriend but can be hilarious and flirty if he wants to. actually caring on the inside but chooses the worse words when it comes to certain situations. has his own little, very subtle ways of showing that he loves you <3

#L Lawliet #l x reader #l lawliet imagine #l lawliet headcanons #l lawliet x reader #death note x reader #death note headcanons #dating headcanons #death note l x reader #a bit angsty #l x you

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darkpurpledawn · 4 years ago

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Fanfic recs for the first quarter of 2021!

It’s been a long time since I made a fic rec post, and we’re diving back in with a big list of fics from the first quarter! Even long after the publication of the book and coming up on two years out from the release of the show, this fandom is still a neverending gold mine of fics. Here are some I’ve enjoyed that were completed from January through March 2021!

cafe au vin by @mortifyingideal Rated G

One Valentine’s Day Fic To Rule Them All...I’m not going to say more because this one is such a delightful surprise to unwrap. Uproariously funny and clever

the devil and the deep blue sea by @waywarder Rated M

Calling all sea creature nerds, and anyone who has ever taken a date to the aquarium and talked too much about fish for several hours. It’s a delight to see the personalities shine through so clearly in this AU!

The Discord Servers of Hell by @ineffablelawr Rated T

Hell has discord and it turns out exactly how you would think. Really cute Fun With Formats fic!

Faster than a Speeding Bentley by @moondawntreader Rated M

An incredible AU that had me laughing aloud to a degree that frightened the neighbor’s cat. Crowley gets bitten by a mutagenic snake and becomes a superhero, and the care and thought and creativity given to his superhero identity is just magnificent!

The Fine Print by @fremulon Rated T

Read it for the life-giving office job catharsis, read it for the nonstop, top-tier jokes, read it for an amazing example of an AU with similar plot beats to the original GO in a wildly different setting, just read it!

For a Sheep as a Lamb by @brightwanderer Rated T

I feel like this fic takes the T rating as a challenge, and the results are so much fun

A Good Old-Fashioned Cock-up by @brightwanderer Rated M

DIFFICULT not to shriek while reading, Aziraphale’s bit of bastard on full, glorious display

an institute you can’t disparage by @mortifyingideal Rated G

prepare yourself for the post-pandemic weddings of all your acquaintances with this absolute romp

Let’s Build a Vivarium by @waldosakimbo Rated G

WaldosAkimbo is out to make me emotional about demons again and doing a fantastic job. Super funny and touching!

The Magician in the Bushes by @caffeinechic Rated T

A fabulous meet-cute featuring The Amazing Mr. Fell and Caterer Crowley, you can HEAR Sheen and Tennant saying the dialogue in this I swear

One Golden Glance of What Should Be by bulfinch Rated T

A really beautiful through-time collection of vignettes themed around Crowley’s snake eyes, haunting and lovely

The Ordinary World by @antikate Rated E

How do you write about an impossible grief? and how do you come back from it to find an impossible joy? Idk but Anti_Kate has done it and it’s an absolute page turner (Next Chapter clicker?) on top of that

The Private Collection by @entanglednow Rated E

Pure, Grade AAA (or perhaps XXX) absurdity, outrageously funny

Reptiles of the Mind by CiderApples Rated G

a gorgeous, ambiguous slice of post-apocalypse life

rumours (and other things that thrive in the dark) by @forineffablereasons Rated G

this is CANON now, I love this backstory on Crowley’s traffic jacket and the mixture of sweetness, humor, and longing

and truth (and other things that thrive in the light) by @forineffablereasons Rated E

….and there’s a delightful sequel in which the jacket reappears for some Very Good Times

Shiver At Your Touch by @mintly Rated E

Crowley and Aziraphale go wild on one of London’s biggest tourist attractions, and their banter is pitch-perfect and supremely adorable

Sometimes a Snake is Just a Snake by AstroGirl Rated T

I’m a sucker for a fake advertisement, and this fic has truly excellent bickering wherein Crowley bemoans his image being used for commercial purposes

Treasures of Heaven by @heavens-bookshop Rated G

A new favorite outside POV fic, this is so, so charming and makes me pine for the times of coffeeshops past!

two if by sea by @theseedsofdoom Rated G

I am now desperately longing to be wandering around a foggy island off the coast of Maine

Vapour in Your Love by @antikate Rated E

This fic is so funny it makes me want to scream, read this while drinking a beverage at your OWN PERIL

#good omens #good omens fic recs #good omens rec list #go fic recs #ineffable husbands

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waka-chan-out · 4 years ago

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Just Once

Hanamaki Takahiro x fem!reader

non-canonical timeskip.

word count: 3.5k

content warnings: makki’s pov. honestly this is pretty much just friends to lovers fluff with some healthy smut thrown in at the end. technically unprotected sex but no attention is called to it.

based on this request

Makki was sure you didn’t even realize you were half asleep, so when he shoved your shoulder you nearly jumped across the room.

“What the hell?” you yelped. He laughed and stood.

“Not on my watch! Sit up. Come on. I got you.”

He dragged you into a seated position and grabbed a bright pink energy drink from the fridge. He flopped back down in front of you and held out his hand.

“Drink this.”

You saw what he was holding and snorted.

“Why?”

“So you can stay up with me, stupid. You asked to sleep over. I expect fully conscious best friend bonding time.”

You rolled your eyes but took the can anyway.

“I asked to sleep over, not stay up all night,” you said, popping open the can. You held it up to your lips and took an experimental sip.

“How is it?” he asked. You winced and shook your shoulders.

“It tastes like drugged up cotton candy.” You held it up to your lips, then hesitated. “Am I supposed to feel it as it goes through my veins?”

“You are, actually. It’s great.” He picked up his own drink and nearly spilled it on the carpet before taking a long sip. Using your logic, his was a deliciously metallic green apple flavor.

You moved to set your drink down but Makki caught your hands in his own.

“Oh, no you don’t. Come on. Open.” He sat up to between your knees and tipped the drink back toward your lips. “I can sip. You gotta chug.”

You made a muffled sound in protest but let the liquid fall past your lips anyway, grumpily holding his gaze as you drained a good portion of the can. He set it down beside you and shot you what was supposed to be an innocent smile.

“You’re an idiot,” you said.

“Indeed. Feeling more awake?” he asked. You shrugged.

“I’m sure I will once the heart palpitations set in.”

“I know CPR. You’ll be fine.”

He settled back onto the floor and resumed staring at the ceiling. You had bought him one of those little constellation lights for his last birthday, and since it was freezing outside they were the best possible substitute for stargazing. You laid down next to him, fingers laced on your chest. Quiet music came from your phone in the corner, virtually untouched since you arrived hours earlier. Matsukawa always joked that when you hung out together it was like you entered a void, completely impossible to locate until you were separated, and he was right. With you here, this was the only room that existed. You were floating around in space and would be sucked out into nothing as soon as you tried to leave.

You rolled over and leaned against your hand.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked. Makki didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to.

“Matsukawa,” he said. You scoffed.

“Why? Making a tier list of our friend’s eyebrows?”

“Hair, actually. His curls give him a pretty big advantage.”

“They are nice, I’ll give you that. But not nice enough to make up for his shitty personality.”

It wasn’t nearly as fun ripping into him when he wasn’t there to defend himself, but you both laughed anyway.

Makki considered your words for a moment. In all honesty, Matsukawa would place pretty high on all of those lists. A humor list too. And probably an overall looks list. He was certainly the more popular in high school, and had only come more into his own since graduating.

“You know, I always thought Matsukawa was the better looking of the two of us.” The words slipped out before he could even consider stopping them. He froze and turned to you. To his surprise you were studying his face with the interest he might have expected from a doctor and their patient. When you didn’t respond, he realized he was nervous. Why, he didn’t know, but he really, really needed you to respond.

“I’ve never told anyone that before,” he breathed.

“Issei is handsome,” you said. Well, fuck.

“Good, good. These years of insecurity were warranted. Good to know.”

You smacked his shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up while I speak to you.” He laughed but held his tongue. You continued. “Issei is handsome, but you are too. Just in different ways. Neither is better or worse.”

He stared at you stupidly. “Thanks?”

“Don’t say it like it’s a question! I’m being serious.”

“I can tell. It’s just a funny compliment to get.”

“Well, think about it. The sunrise is beautiful. The sunset is beautiful. Two things can be totally different and equally lovely at the same time.”

He gazed at you, face scrunched and unable to decide between confusion and understanding.

“Do you get it?” you asked

“Yeah, yeah. I think so.” He paused and considered what you said. “So, which am I?” You made a face.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“It’s your metaphor!”

“You’re sunrise, dummy.” You ruffled his hair. “I thought you’d get that.”

He smiled. He could work with sunrise.

“So, which do you prefer?” he asked. “Sunrise or sunset?” You huffed a laugh and your eyes fell to the carpet, where you had started playing with a loose string.

“I try not to play favorites,” you said. He watched your face carefully. A small smile played on your lips, the same one that always appeared when you were alone with him. “But there’s a reason I don’t drag you outside as the sun is going down.”

He stared at you, and you stared right back. An unexpected but deeply familiar feeling settled in his chest. He didn’t know what to do with it, so he swallowed hard and returned to laying on his back. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for being honest.”

“I know. But for my own sake, thanks.”

Makki could feel your eyes scanning his face, but he kept his gaze trained on the ceiling.

“You know, you’re good looking too,” he said.

“Yeah? You come up with a fancy metaphor for me?”

He snorted and turned onto his side again. Your lips were curled into the prettiest shadow of a smile and he could feel his mouth going dry.

“I’m not good at talking like that. But you’re just so familiar.” He reached out and absentmindedly traced his fingers over the back of your hand. He tried his best to not look at your face, because he could feel his heating up and the warmth was making it hard to think straight. He stilled his hand and laid it on top of yours as was finally able to piece his thoughts together. “You feel like home.”

When he finally looked at you your lips were parted in surprise. He hadn’t expected that reaction. Was what he said been that outlandish? You had been friends forever. Of course he felt like that around you.

“Thank you, Makki,” you said. His mouth twitched into a smirk.

“You don’t need to thank me for being honest.” The repeated phrase forced a laugh out of you, but he couldn’t quite place the look on your face.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“You just did,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and scooted closer to show he was serious.

“Okay, okay,” you said. “Shoot.”

“Why don’t you call me by my given name?”

You scoffed.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not true! There has to be a reason.”

“It feels too special. I don’t want to use it like that.”

“You use Mattsun’s!”

“Yeah, well.”

He frowned, amused, and leaned in closer. You wrinkled your nose and tried to back away.

“Well, what?” he asked.

“I don’t know how to explain it! It’s just different. Too intimate.” You said the last part quietly, like you didn’t want him to hear it.

“So why can you use his ‘intimate’ name and not mine?”

“Because it feels different with you.”

“Why?”

You were staring at him, an apprehensive look on your face. He paused, and the new information finally clicked. Oh.

You both hesitated.

“Do you want me to say it or do you get it?” you whispered.

“I think I get it?”

You blew out a frustrated sigh and covered your face with your hands.

“Don’t say it like a question!”

“Fine, fine, fine. I genuinely think I get it but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

“So you get it but you’re not going to do anything to show me that you get it?”

“See? You get it.”

“Makki!”

“What? You know I can’t turn it off.” He grinned. “It’s like an impulse.”

“You’re an impulsive ass?”

“I am. That’s why we fit so well together. You’re an impulsive ass tamer.”

You let out a surprised laugh.

“And what does that make Issei?”

Makki waved his hand dismissively.

“Oh, forget about him. I wanna focus on us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, us. I’m still on this given name bullshit.”

“God,” you groaned. “Can we move on to another topic?”

“Not until I’m sure that I know what I think I know.”

“Hanamaki Takahiro, I am going to end your bloodline.”

He perked up and pointed at your face.

“Ah! You said it! Now just say it on its own.”

“Hanamaki.”

“Fuck! No. Not that one.”

You stared at him seriously.

“Just try it!” he begged. “Then I’ll stop bugging you.”

“Forever?”

“Hell no, just about this.”

You groaned and rubbed your hands over your face. You took a deep breath and set your jaw.

“Just once?” you asked.

“Just once. Unless I want to hear it again.”

“If you’re going to be weird I’m not going to say it!”

“Fine! Fine. I’m shutting up.” He motioned like he was zipping up his lips and handing you the key. You laughed and pretended to take it, closing your hand into a fist and laying it between you.

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. He pretended not to notice the way it faltered on the way out. You looked him seriously in the eye.

“Takahiro.”

Shit.

He expected it to feel silly, so much hype up for something incredibly stupid. But it wasn’t. It felt a little too good to be silly. It felt really good. It felt right.

He held out his hand. Your brows pulled together until he pointed at your hand, then his face. You let out a ridiculous laugh and held two fingers close to his mouth, pretending to unzip his lips again. He caught your hand before you could fully pull it away, cradling it against his face.

“You know, that’s the prettiest anyone has ever said it.” He didn’t register the words that were forming until they were out and he was cringing, waiting for you to tell him to fuck off. Instead, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t be embarrassing.”

“What? The more you say it the less strange it feels for both of us.” He scooted against the ground, bringing his body even closer to yours. “Do it again.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Takahiro.”

Fuck.

You sat in silence. You stared at each other, unwavering and perfectly comfortable, neither of you making any move to turn away. Makki broke the silence with a sharp breath.

“Can I try something?” he asked. You looked apprehensive but he went on. “If I totally misread the situation that’s fine, I won’t be offended. Just, can I?”

You shrugged.

“I don’t care.”

Well, shit. He was suddenly frozen.

You know what? No. You were one of his best friends. If he fucked up, you’d tell him, then you’d laugh about it, and best of all, you’d never ever tell Matsukawa. That was the kind of friend you were. You were perfect. You were his.

He pushed up on his elbow and leaned over you. He could see your eyes widen in surprise, then settle back into something nervous but not apprehensive. He was so close to you. At this distance he could feel every pull of your breath against his face. God, he could do this. If worst came to worst you could laugh about it and return to being best friends. He might die as he did this, but if he was honest, he was more likely going to die if he didn’t.

He reached up and ran a hand through your hair. Then, he cupped the side of your face, leaned in, and ever so gently pressed his lips to yours.

For a moment he panicked because you didn’t move. You were frozen against him, and he had fucked up so horribly he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to laugh it off.

Then you weren’t frozen and there was a hand buried in his hair, and he let out the most relieved sigh of his life.

He swore he could feel you smiling as he finally let himself move, lips shifting against yours like they had always been there. You fit against him so perfectly it almost surprised him, but only almost. You had always been in sync, ready to back him up with a joke or laugh or the end of a snarky comment that he couldn’t quite get out. You were his other half and it only made sense that your lips were made just for each other.

He planted a knee on the ground between your legs and propped himself up above you, shivering when your hands ran down his sides.

Makki knew he was a good kisser, but with the responsive, welcoming way your mouth moved against his, he became painfully aware that he had never experienced a truly great kiss until now. He felt your tongue nudge his lips and he parted them, letting you deepen the kiss. You tasted like the stupid cotton candy energy drink and the sweet, familiar breath of someone that he adored.

Your fingertips danced along his abdomen, then his hipbones, finally coming to rest just slightly dipped under the band of his pajama pants. There was no longer the hesitance of friendship in your hands, and when he cradled the back of your neck, he realized the feeling was affecting him too. You were trembling, and so was he, drunk on the feeling of a familiar but entirely new body. Playful touches couldn’t compare to harsh fingers grasping at whatever skin they could find, eliciting small sighs and dizzying gasps.

He dipped his head down and planted kisses along your jaw. Your hands closed into fists and you tipped your head back, letting his tongue move down to you neck. He might have been leaving hickies. He honestly didn’t know. All he cared about was absorbing as much of you as he could as quickly as possible.

You brought up your knees so he was sandwiched between your legs and he shuddered. He thought the kiss would be enough. Hell, he didn’t even think you’d receive it this enthusiastically. But he could feel that he was turned on, and you were definitely going to be able to tell if he didn’t slow down a little. He brought his lips back to yours and tried to lower the tension, ease up the pace, but then your legs were wrapped tightly around him, forcing him to grind against you.

Oh, fuck.

You grabbed his face on either side and licked into his mouth like you were trying to own him, and jesus he was starting to believe you did. His arms were braced on either side of you, desperately trying to keep him from completely melting, but it wasn’t working at all.

He was distantly aware that he was hard, but he didn’t think about it until one of your hands had left his face to paw at him through his pajamas. He gasped and felt you smile into the kiss, rubbing your palm up his length, nearly able to wrap your hand around him through the thin fabric. He pulled away from your lips and looked at you seriously, or as seriously as he could when his brain was actively trying to vacate his skull.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

You ground your hand harder against him.

“Getting shy on me, Takahiro?”

He let out a shaky breath and shook his head. You stared up at him with a smug smile and he had the urge to kiss it off your face.

“Shut up,” he grumbled. You smiled and pulled him down by the back of his neck.

“Make me.”

He cut off any further comment by connecting your lips, trying to fight off a grin. You managed to maneuver the front of his pajamas down and he gasped as the cool air hit him. He braced himself against the floor with an elbow and you used the moment of surprise to wrap your legs around him and lock his hips against you.

He ground against you once and was met with the sudden, dizzying realization that you weren’t wearing anything under your loose pajama shorts. He filed that information away for later, when he could sit down and ask himself just how many times you had laid beside him like that. One of your hands gripped his hair tighter as he pushed himself against you once more, trying to give you the opportunity to take the lead.

“Jesus,” you said suddenly, reaching down and taking hold of his length. “Just fuck me already.”

That sentence alone could have killed him, but his train of thought was derailed as you lined him up between your legs and held onto his shoulders, begging him to get closer. He readjusted his forearm on the floor above your head and pushed inside of you with one fluid motion.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. He tipped his forehead against your face, trying to regain some semblance of self control as he withdrew and thrust forward again. The way you groaned and dug your fingertips into his back made that nearly impossible.

He set a slow, grinding pace, letting himself swim in your quiet moans before silencing them with a kiss. Your hands moved back to his hair, holding him close as your tongue met his. The motion felt so natural that he barely registered that you had only kissed for the first time a few minutes ago. It felt like you’d been his forever.

You broke the kiss but Makki kept his face pressed against yours.

“Takahiro,” you sighed. “A little faster.”

He nearly lost control of his body as he obeyed, quick breaths leaving his lips involuntarily with every movement. Your moans were driving him crazy. He wanted to taste them, drink in every bit of you until you were shaking beneath him. He captured your lips in a kiss again and shifted a hand between your legs, circling your clit as he continued thrusting into you.

The sound that left your throat was muffled against his lips, but he swore he would never forget it. Your breath was quick against his skin and the kiss became messier with every motion. One of your hands flew around his bicep, like you were trying to anchor yourself as he continued pushing into you.

Fuck, Makki was close. The harder you panted, the tighter your grip on him was, the faster he hurtled toward the edge. You were moaning into his mouth, and his fingers were moving faster between your legs, and his arm was cramping just a little bit from holding himself above you, but then you were breaking the kiss and your back was arching and holy shit.

Makki’s hips stuttered and he let out the most embarrassing, full-bodied groan he was capable of. He had to snap his other arm up to avoid collapsing on top of you. He stopped moving and basked in the little shocked breaths that left your body, even after you had stopped shaking. He rolled off of you and closed his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he said. Laughter cut through his words, but he could tell you were having the same problem as your chest heaved. He could see you rearranging your clothes out of the corner of his eye. You paused while readjusting your shirt.

“Makki, you gave me a hickie,” you said. He shoved your arm.

“You don’t get to call me Makki after I just made you come.”

You laughed loudly and flicked his head. He continued staring at the ceiling until he felt you turn over and lay a hand on his chest. He looked down and you were studying him, an amused expression on your face.

“Think Issei will know something’s up?” you asked.

“Of course,” he said. “He notices everything. But deny till you die, right?” You smiled and he pressed a long kiss to your lips, relishing the feeling of your breath dancing over his skin.

This was the only room in existence. You were the only person in the universe, and yours were the only lips he had ever kissed. Nothing mattered besides you and him, right now, exactly where you were supposed to be.

#i have a final tomorrow but instead of preparing i finally finished this #oh to be hanamaki takahiro’s best friend that he’s secretly in love with #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #makki smut #makki x reader #hanamaki smut #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro smut #hanamaki takahiro x reader

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fairyastrology · 4 years ago

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ASTROLOGY OPINIONS PT. 1

( apply to all placements)

• libras tend to be the middle child if not definitely the glue of the family

•taurus’ are clean freaks.

• aquarius males tend to hate astrology or not believe in it.

• capricorn humor is top tier

• aries are more emotional then cancers.

• scorpio suns are not their stereotypes at all

• pisces can be people pleasers.

• aquarius and scorpio relationships hardly ever work because they both tend to be emotionally detached.

• aquarius suns get attached very easily but wont admit it

• taurus males tend to be agressive

• sag tends to be lonely though it may not seem like it

•cancers and leos can veryy compatible

like for pt.2 (dont get mad if your sign wasn’t included) im new at this, go easy on me haha !

#astro notes #astrology observations #astrology #scorpio #aquarius #taurus #virgo #zodiac signs #Spotify

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wwhatev3r · 2 years ago

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Hi love! Your headcanons and ships are top tier, and I was hoping to request a BOB ship if you're still doing them. If not then no worries!

A little about me: I'm 5'4", I use she/her pronouns, INTP-T, Slytherin, and I've been a vegetarian for 4 years now! I have straight, dark hair, and I'm pretty tan because I'm almost always in a garden, hiking, or just generally spending time outside. My favorite sport is hockey, but I've never actually even ice skated - I just think it would be fun to, despite the fact that I literally hate the cold with a passion and will avoid almost any situation in which I might be anything other than warm. (Literally just full of contradictions; like, I also read a lot, but I'm dyslexic, so it takes it out of me.) I was captain of my section in high school marching band, but didn't have any fun with it haha. The place I grew up very much subscribed to the idea of "girls have to be pretty or funny, no in-between", and because I had to be funny in order to survive, it's left me with a weird, awkward sense of humor. My favorite color is yellow, and during quarantine, I taught myself four new languages!

Thank you, and I hope you have an awesome day! :D

I Ship You With…

Skip Muck!!!

Notes: Okay, your personality and taste drove me to Muck but the fact that you’re INTP and Slytherin got me hanging with more than one or two. I hope you like it! <3333

Yeyy, you got the sweet goofball! <3

A slytherin with a hufflepuff, perfect match! I love it. (Andromeda Black and Ted Tonks vibes If I may say.)

When you first met he was a little shy but Malark and the boys gave him a push to go talk to you at the pub.

I believe it didn't take long for you to start dating, but it depends a little on your part because you’re an INTP.

I mean, how could he not? You are way more than a pretty and funny girl!

You probably had to make sure he was genuinely interested/liked in you; you know, the typical INTP complex of always asking “Why this and why that?” (I speak from experience as a fellow INTP.)

Alright, I already posted this headcanon of mine that Skip Muck is dyslexic too, so there you have it: a pretty cute couple with a lot of struggles.

In that, I mean that you two have to put reminders everywhere due to organization and memory.

“Honey, what time is it? Yeah, I think I had an appointment two hours ago.”

When you get frustrated or tired of reading he takes routes with you and reads out loud for you; that way you can rest your eyes and relax.

Skip was never into gardening until he met you and let me tell you, ya poor boy does try but he messes up a little sometimes.

When you’re planting new flowers he always gets distracted and mixes up the seeds or puts too much water.

Oh, but when you compliment the work he does it’s the cutest thing because he gets so happy: “I did? I love gardening…”

He just loves that you compliment him and show that you’re proud of him.

The first time you went skating was with him and don’t worry because in Tonawanda (his home-town) it snowed a lot during winter and he was used to the cold and knew pretty well how to skate.

But you did end up with your buts on the ice a couple of times.

He even gave you his coat because of the cold and later you went to a CoffeeShop to get a hot chocolate with.

He later also took you to play hockey with some of your friends and you definitely had a lot of fun but also went home with some bruises.

But, don’t worry he took good care of you.

He genuinely is interested in knowing how to play the instrument you played when you were in the band and asks a lot of questions about the languages you learned.

“How do I say I love you in that language?”

#band of brothers #skip muck

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nitrateglow · 3 years ago

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What I’ve been watching:

Gambit (dir. Ronald Neame, 1966)

This movie gets compared to How to Steal a Million often since it’s a genre-bending heist/romcom but it has its own unique vibe. The romance between Michael Caine and Shirley MacLaine is less steamy than what we got between Peter O’Toole and Audrey Hepburn, but they still have great chemistry. The plot involves Caine’s cocky cat burglar trying to pull off the perfect heist with MacLaine’s aid—only he might actually be the worst con-man in the world, constantly misreading and underestimating his marks. It turned out to be much better than I expected—highly recommended if you liked HTSAM.

Dial M for Murder (dir. Alfred Hitchcock, 1954) [rewatch]

On my first watch, I agreed with Hitchcock on this one: too talky and more of a technical exercise than an engaging suspense plot. However, I rewatched Dial M recently and enjoyed it a lot more. Ray Milland’s performance has a lot more subtleties than I originally picked up on: his expressions, his ironic line delivery, and his use of props are all on point. I also had much more appreciation for the clever camerawork and the performance of John Williams as Inspector Hubbard. While I still don’t consider it top tier Hitchcock, it’s definitely more fascinating than it initially seems.

What Lies Beneath (dir. Robert Zemekis, 2000)

Sorry to say I was disappointed. I love me a good Hitchcockian thriller, but this one had two problems for me: it’s way too long and there are too many fake-out jump scares. Were it not for those issues, I would have probably enjoyed this one more, because the acting and atmosphere are genuinely impressive. And the last twist did actually get me, so kudos there.

3 Bad Men (dir. John Ford, 1926)

I’ve been trying to watch more westerns recently. It’s not a genre I’m especially familiar with, but I find the mythology behind the western as a genre rather fascinating, especially in how the western has crossbred with other genres (samurai films, space operas, etc.). This silent western from John Ford probably doesn’t count among his career best, but I liked it a lot. I love eccentric criminals in my movies and the titular “bad men” are a trio of oddball thieves out to rescue a town from a corrupt sheriff. There’s a lot of humor here, but the ending is genuinely powerful and dramatic.

Damn Yankees (dir. Stanley Donen, 1958)

I’m by no means a Stanley Donen expert, but of all his work, I found Damn Yankees the most underwhelming. Gwen Verdon is about the only reason to watch: she just glows. The plot itself is flimsy and aside from “What Lola Wants,” I cannot hum any of the other songs.

Ella Cinders (dir. Alfred E. Green, 1926)

This is a silent film you hear about when you first become a fandom novice. Just about every silent movie nerd watched Kevin Brownlow’s Hollywood documentary series and Ella Cinders is featured prominently in one episode, so it’s been on my watchlist for about a decade now. The film itself is a cute trifle elevated by Colleen Moore, perhaps my favorite silent movie comedienne. She’s playing a comic strip character and just brims with cartoonish energy. She’s so adorable that I wish the movie was longer and had a less episodic plot, but maybe that comes with adapting a newspaper comic strip.

Fedora (dir. Billy Wilder, 1978)

Oh God. BAD. This was b-a-d, BAD. I cannot believe I am saying that about a Billy Wilder movie. The guy is a favorite of mine. His weaker movies tend to be underwhelming rather than rotten, but this—oh man, it’s like a burlesque on Sunset Blvd, only sleazier, poorly paced, and packed with characters who commit the mortal sin of being simultaneously uninteresting and unsympathetic.

Basically, Not-Joe-Gillis, a washed-up Hollywood producer, goes to a remote island to lure Fedora, an Old Hollywood movie goddess, out of retirement. She’s basically a Greta Garbo expy who has somehow defied the aging process. She’s interested in his new version of Anna Karenina, but her servants, personal doctor, and the severe Polish countess she lives with basically tell her no and keep her a prisoner. Shortly after, Not-Joe learns Fedora has committed suicide and then learns her dreadful secret.

Needless to say, learning the twist is not worth the watch, especially because you can guess the twist within the first half hour of the movie. The whole movie feels like unintentional camp—and worse, like a sleazy, cheaply made TV movie. There’s a smallness to the film’s presentation that does not jibe with the outlandish plot and grand figures of Hollywood’s past. The only interest it has is as a time capsule, giving us a glimpse of an Old Hollywood giant yearning for the past and resenting the present (Not-Joe laments that “the kids with the beards” have taken over the movie industry). Like Fedora herself, the film comes off as pathetic rather than ironic or bittersweet.

#thoughts #movies

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cuppajj · 4 years ago

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Here’s my first IDW-based TF OC! A Decepticon-aligned Mercenary who would rather play music than fire a gun, Drillburst has been dealt an unfair hand by luck itself; though sometimes, his unluckiness can be so unlucky that it crosses the echelon back into luckiness. Had he been anything else, he would probably be dead. (TW: Blood + Violence for bottom sketch)

I’m still working on his fullbody and references, so they’ll be added here when I’m done!

You can read more about him below!

[EDIT: UPDATED BIO CAN BE FOUND HERE!]

(Note: His backstory is still being developed, so this will update as I go. However most, if not all of the backstory below is concrete, so the changes might just be minor! Also, this will be more intricately described once I create an OC page for him on my blog, so enjoy this summarized yet still pretty lengthy version!) There are three things you need to know of Drillburst.

He is probably bad luck.

The bomb is an accident.

Do not say the “O” word.

If you got to know Drillburst, you’d find that he’s a bot with big dreams. With a deep, honeyed voice and a knack for music, he sees himself singing slow and beautiful melodies while playing the Aghartan electro-bass to an awestruck crowd. Perhaps he’d also take up the job of a comedian; his top-tier humor is bound to make anyone keel over in laughter. Had he been born in any other situation than he was, he would’ve been the most fun-loving, wise-cracking Cybertronian this side of Stanix. But that’s not how the story goes.

Constructed cold, Drillburst of the Veluxian Mines was one of the many made-to-order personnel sent to partake in the mining operation, extracting energon for use on the front lines. He was just like everyone else: nameless grunts who would serve as fodder if the mines were ever attacked. The whole operation only lasted one hundred years before, as he quotes it, “everything went to pot.” It was then, separated from his other operatives, when Drillburst joined a group of mercenaries with three principles: know how to talk, know how to shoot, and know how to bolt. For much of the war, Drillburst would take deals from anyone willing to pay him the dime. His mercenaries frequently sided with Decepticons, as many had a shared distrust of the Senate and agreed with Megatron’s principles, though they would also (begrudgingly) do Autobot tasks. At the end of the day, they did the work for whoever paid the highest, no matter which faction. Drillburst himself, while not one of the best mercenaries in the legion, was known for one thing: being an outlier.

By supercharging and heating his plating and energon, Drillburst is able to concoct an explosive substance that ruptures his entire frame, creating a blast able to bust nearly anything wide open. Self-combusting is a massive gamble: though the explosion can harm as well as it can provide a means of escape, he is left with nothing but his endoskeleton with a few plating intact, and barely enough to transform into his altmode. It leaves him so incredibly vulnerable that one stomp or one gunshot could kill him. If he managed to survive, he would have to go through a lengthy repair process. The tediousness on top of the already massive risk was the reason why he had only detonated two times in his millions of years of existence. He hates detonating, and would only do it if the situation was so dire that he absolutely had to.

Then one request changed his life forever, and it was spelled G-9.

Drillburst had struck a deal to serve under general Skyquake on Elba for a handsome pay when it happened. Megatron’s newly appointed Phase Sixer dropped in like an angel of death, beginning the slaughter. Drillburst was one of the many rounded up and thrown into the available prison cells, meant to serve as combatants for the new and gruesome gladiatorial ring. Because of his honed combat and survival skills, prisoner no. 00803 survived twelve whole bouts, snuffing twelve sparks along with it. That was when Overlord gave him the proposition: commit suicide or fight him, and if he wins, he goes free. Drillburst obliged; foolishly. He was promptly beaten within an inch of his life.

Frankly, he was surprised he hadn’t died within the first fifteen seconds of the duel, able to stand up to the likes of a Warriors Elite with the scrappy agility he fostered throughout the war. But it wasn’t enough. As he was pinned to the wall, he quickly realized that there was only one way out. He self-destructed in Overlord’s grip, blowing the prison walls open enough for him to escape. The moment he touched the bare ground of the moon, he transformed and burrowed for his life. He knew that if he had been anyone or anything else, he would’ve died that day. Barely functional and well-hidden within a trench, he offlined. After the liberation of the prison, he was recovered and repaired by the Autobots, and released into a post-war world with nothing but purposelessness and extreme paranoia.

It’s hard for Drillburst to think about his musical aspirations when so much has happened to him. Though he tries to pursue the arts, he can’t shake away the dread that always latches to him; whether in the back of his mind, or screaming in the dead center (usually, it’s the latter). He fears that he might have truly been killed that day, but Mortilus is just taking a day or two off. He fears that he might recharge one night and never wake up again. He knows that Overlord isn’t one to end a death match with a draw. There truly might just be only one way out.

When you suffer through so much, music can be a way to help alleviate your trauma. That is what Drillburst wants to do, now that he doesn’t have to fire a gun anymore. As long as he plays, his demons can be kept at bay. He knows he lacks the support and adoration so many others seem to have; and he hopes that one day, he’ll find a gang that doesn’t treat him like a run-of-the-mill merc, but a true family member. If he’s not brutally killed first, of course.

Whether he's lucky or unlucky is something he thinks about often.

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Other facts!

He freaks out when he’s flushed. Since he’s never had the feeling before, he always thinks he’s going to unwillingly explode, leading to him standing still as a brick as his face swells with a rosy tint.

His alternate mode is a treaded drilling machine, similar to that of Dai Atlas’s from Zone and Drillhorn’s from Victory. Despite having wings and thrusters, though, he can only hover above the ground to cross chasms, never truly able to be airborne.

He is incredibly weak to turbofoxes and would love one as an emotional support companion. He also loves soft and fluffy surfaces.

He has spent time on Earth, developing a love for blues. He wonders if people back on Cybertron will like it?

Despite having an interest in blues, he could perform really good opera if he tried.

When drunk, his voice becomes very high-pitched.

His voice claim is Geoff Castellucci.

His two defining songs are In This Cold Place and Humility.

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I’m probably going to draw him more while I develop him, and if I really get into the jam of OCs and RP, I might make a sideblog for him and a few other characters! For now, enjoy this green bean I dumped angst that he doesn’t deserve into!

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