#noémie tag

[smilepebble]

Hero and Partner Week day 1: Market / First Meeting / Shiny

...Or at least departing from one! Noémi, Stormcloud, and Scarlet are on their way back to their team base after their morning shopping in Pokémon Square.

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[trashowari]

3x PC but its like how they apologize

I swear— I'll properly introduce them soon 🔥 100% if I finish Mania's art

[miorrtae]

NEWS FLASH ᥫ᭡ TAEYEON SMAU

NF 16

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Y/N had been debating going live for hours, sitting alone in the cozy studio office SM had provided for her and the other members of Noémie. It was the day after the concert, and her phone hadn’t stopped buzzing with notifications—tweets, Instagram tags, and clips of last night’s performance circulating like wildfire. The fans had been electric, their energy fueling her through every second of the stage, and she couldn’t help but want to share that gratitude with them.

The room itself was warm and inviting, decorated with little touches from all the time she spent there. The faint smell of vanilla lingered from a candle she had burned earlier, and a plush blanket was draped over the small couch in the corner. On the wall behind her desk were framed photos from Noémie’s past performances, awards, and even a doodled poster from their trainee days.

Y/N adjusted the phone on her tripod, angling it just right before hitting the “go live” button. As soon as she greeted the fans, the comments started pouring in.

“Y/N! WE LOVE YOU!”

“THE CONCERT LAST NIGHT WAS PERFECT!”

“PLEASE TELL US HOW YOU’RE DOING!”

She smiled, her eyes crinkling as she leaned closer to the screen. “Hey, everyone! I missed you guys too. I thought I’d hop on for a bit since it’s been so busy lately. You all were so incredible last night; I don’t even have words for it. Thank you for being there and for all the love you’ve been sending today.”

The fans flooded her with questions about the setlist, the outfits, and how the group celebrated after the show. Y/N answered each one, her voice light and cheerful, though every so often, she’d pause to think about her answers.

“What was my favorite part of the concert?” she repeated, reading a comment. “Definitely the encore. Hearing you all sing back to us… it was magical. It’s one of those moments that stays with you, you know?”

Her gaze softened as she spoke, her sincerity shining through. She could tell her fans appreciated these little moments, the way they felt like they were sitting across from her in the studio, just talking.

Then, as the comments began to shift, one caught her eye: “What about Taeyeon? She was at the concert, right?”

Her cheeks warmed, but she played it off with a soft laugh. “You guys don’t miss a thing, do you? Yeah, Taeyeon sunbae-nim was there. She’s always so supportive. I think we all felt really encouraged knowing she was watching.”

Just as she was about to move on to another question, the studio door suddenly opened. Y/N froze mid-sentence, her eyes darting toward the sound. Before she could say anything, Taeyeon walked in, her presence immediately filling the room with a calm yet undeniable energy.

“Unnie?” Y/N asked, her voice surprised but soft.

Taeyeon didn’t respond right away. Instead, she crossed the room effortlessly, dressed casually in an oversized hoodie and joggers, her hair loosely tied back. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Y/N, pulling her into an embrace that felt far too intimate for the circumstances.

Y/N hesitated only for a second before melting into the hug, her arms slipping around Taeyeon’s waist. Her head rested on Taeyeon’s shoulder, and her smile widened, hidden in the fabric of Taeyeon’s hoodie. She closed her eyes briefly, letting the warmth of the moment settle over her. The weight of Taeyeon’s touch on her back and the faint scent of her perfume were grounding, as if nothing else in the world mattered but this quiet connection between them.

The fans, however, noticed everything. The chat erupted with chaos:

“WHO JUST WALKED IN???”

“IS THAT TAEYEON????”

“WHAT IS THIS HUG OMG.”

It wasn’t until Y/N opened her eyes and spotted the comments that reality came crashing back. Gently pulling away, though Taeyeon’s hands lingered on her arms, she cleared her throat, her face flushed.

“Unnie,” she whispered, tilting her head toward the phone. “I’m live right now.”

Taeyeon blinked, her brows raising slightly as she turned to look at the phone. Her lips curled into a sheepish smile. “Ah,” she murmured, her tone amused. “I didn’t know.”

Y/N bit back a laugh, quickly muting the live and turning off the camera. “You really just barged in like that, huh? Hugging me like—” she paused, her voice lowering—“like we’re not live with thousands of people watching.”

Taeyeon shrugged, entirely unbothered. “What can I say? I missed you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her heart skipped at the casual admission. “Lucky for you, they adore you already. Otherwise, I’d be in trouble for letting you crash.”

When she turned the camera back on, she smiled brightly at her audience. “Okay, okay, everyone. Yes, it’s Taeyeon unnie. She’s here. No, this wasn’t planned. Please calm down.”

Taeyeon leaned into the frame, resting her chin on Y/N’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Hi, everyone,” she greeted casually, waving a hand. “I promise I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

The fans, of course, went wild:

“TAEYEON UNNIE WE LOVE YOU!”

“THEY’RE SO COMFORTABLE TOGETHER OMG.”

“WHY DOES THIS FEEL SO INTIMATE.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she saw the fans’ reactions flood the screen. The warmth of Taeyeon’s presence, even as casual as it was, felt so comforting. The comments were all but confirming what she was already feeling—the ease between them was undeniable. She adjusted her posture, leaning slightly into Taeyeon, and grinned at the phone.

“Alright, alright,” Y/N chuckled, still trying to control the flutter in her chest. “You’re all freaking out, huh? But yes, this is Taeyeon unnie. She’s here to say hi, I guess.”

Taeyeon, not phased by the whirlwind of comments, winked playfully at the camera. “Hi, everyone. Sorry for the unplanned cameo. I didn’t mean to interrupt her livestream,” she said, the mischievous glint in her eyes making it clear she was far from apologetic.

Y/N’s laugh bubbled out, her hands gesturing toward the screen. “You know, you’ve really got them worked up.” She nudged Taeyeon’s arm with her elbow, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence again. Even though they weren’t speaking much, the stillness between them was comforting, a shared understanding that neither of them felt the need to explain. It was just how things were.

The comments didn’t stop. They were all over the place, a mix of affection and playful teasing.

“TAEYEON LOOKS SO COMFORTABLE WITH Y/N!!!”

“I CAN’T HANDLE THIS.”

“IS IT JUST ME OR DO THEY HAVE A SPECIAL VIBE GOING ON?”

“WHEN DID THIS TURN INTO A COUPLE STREAM?!”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “You guys really don’t miss a thing, do you? It’s not like that, I swear.” She turned to Taeyeon, her voice lowering, “Right?”

Taeyeon’s face softened with a quiet smirk, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with an intensity that was just a little more than casual. “Of course,” she said, but there was an almost imperceptible pause before she added, “It’s not like that at all.”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to ignore the little pang of uncertainty that flashed through her chest. She had always been so sure of their relationship—close, easy, uncomplicated—but now, in this moment, with the warmth of Taeyeon beside her and the fans’ playful comments echoing in the background, it felt like something more was slowly beginning to surface. The air between them, thick with quiet tension, made her wonder if maybe there was more to it than just comfort.

She shook the thought off, refocusing on the live. “Alright, let’s see what you guys are saying, huh?” She looked down at the phone, her fingers scrolling through the messages. “Okay, this one’s cute—‘Who’s more likely to steal the other’s snacks, Taeyeon or Y/N?’”

Taeyeon immediately chimed in, grinning. “Y/N, hands down. She’ll steal my chips without even blinking.”

Y/N laughed, nodding. “Guilty as charged. I have no shame about it.”

“THEY’RE SO IN SYNC OMG.”

“ARE THEY REALLY JUST FRIENDS?!”

“I CAN FEEL THE CHEMISTRY.”

Taeyeon chuckled softly, her hand instinctively brushing against Y/N’s back as she leaned in a little closer to the camera. It was a small gesture, but it made Y/N’s heart beat a little faster. The warmth of Taeyeon’s touch lingered there, and for a moment, the world outside their little bubble seemed to blur.

Taeyeon leaned back just a bit, her hand still resting gently on Y/N’s back. She casually nudged her with her elbow, and Y/N smiled softly, that familiar spark in her chest settling into something deeper. It wasn’t anything grand or dramatic—it was just them, sitting in the quiet space between words, the soft hum of the livestream and the gentle beat of each other’s presence filling the silence.

Y/N glanced at the camera again, scanning through the comments with a smile that didn’t quite leave her lips. She felt the fans’ energy through the screen, their love and excitement palpable, but she didn’t feel the need to respond to every single one. Instead, her attention drifted back to Taeyeon, who was quietly observing the chaos of the chat, her expression soft and unbothered.

Y/N shifted a little, letting herself lean into Taeyeon’s shoulder, and Taeyeon, almost instinctively, adjusted herself to make space for Y/N to settle comfortably. The move was simple, but it spoke volumes. No words were needed for either of them to know what the other wanted in that moment—just this, just the quiet comfort of being together.

“Did you see this one?” Y/N asked, holding up her phone to show Taeyeon a comment. “‘Who’s the better cook?’”

Taeyeon gave her a playful side-eye, her lips quirking up in a teasing smile. “Me, obviously,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she leaned in just slightly closer.

Y/N let out a soft laugh. “Really? I’m pretty sure you burned the toast last time.”

“Details, details,” Taeyeon replied with a shrug, not at all phased. “I’m a professional.”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N hummed, but the smile tugging at the corners of her lips betrayed her playful challenge. “We’ll see.”

The room fell into a companionable silence again, with the sound of their voices blending into the soft hum of the livestream, where the comments continued to flow in, unabated.

They sat there, leaning against one another in that quiet, unspoken way. Taeyeon’s hand shifted slightly on Y/N’s back, her fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of her hoodie, and Y/N found herself subconsciously leaning into that touch, as if it were second nature. Her breath felt a little steadier with Taeyeon nearby, the rhythm of her pulse slowing down to match the gentle, steady presence of her unnie.

The comments began to settle, the initial excitement from Taeyeon’s appearance fading into a more relaxed flow of messages.

“Y/N, you’re glowing today.”

“You two are so cute, I can’t handle it.”

“Are you guys really just friends? You look so natural together.”

Y/N caught sight of that last comment, her heart fluttering just a little bit. She glanced up at Taeyeon, her breath hitching for the briefest of moments before she let it out slowly. She wanted to say something, maybe reassure the fans with a joke or deflect the question, but there was something about the way Taeyeon was looking at her, the quiet connection in her gaze, that made her hesitate.

For a second, she wondered if Taeyeon felt the same—a little too much weight on those simple moments, like there was something more unsaid between them. Something deeper that neither of them had fully explored but both of them felt, subtly, quietly.

Taeyeon tilted her head slightly, as if reading Y/N’s mind. Her gaze softened, and she smiled—something soft, something intimate.

“You good?” Taeyeon asked, her voice light, but there was something in her tone that made Y/N pause.

Y/N nodded, a little breathless. She couldn’t quite find the words for whatever this was, but she didn’t need to. She felt it—deep in her chest, in the warmth of Taeyeon’s proximity and the comfort of her touch.

“Yeah,” Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just… good to be here with you.”

Taeyeon’s smile deepened, just a fraction. She didn’t say anything more, but her hand shifted from Y/N’s back to her shoulder, her fingers lightly brushing the soft skin of her neck. It wasn’t a gesture that meant anything other than familiarity, but to Y/N, in that moment, it felt like the whole world.

“Me too,” Taeyeon finally replied, her voice a little softer than usual, as if the space between them had somehow grown quieter, more intimate.

They both let the moment linger, not needing to fill the silence with words or explanations. It was enough, being here together, in this shared space where the outside world faded into the background, leaving only the soft buzz of their connection and the simple joy of being near each other.

Y/N adjusted the phone again, her fingers brushing against Taeyeon’s as she did so, the brief contact enough to make her heart skip a beat. She glanced at the chat again, seeing the messages continue to pour in, but this time, she didn’t rush to respond. She didn’t need to. It didn’t matter what the fans thought—right now, it was just about them, this quiet, unspoken understanding.

And for the first time, Y/N wasn’t quite sure where the line between “just friends” and something more began, but maybe that was okay. Because whatever it was, it felt like it was exactly where it needed to be.

But her heart started beating a little faster as the comments came in. It wasn’t just about the fans’ reactions—it was the thought of what could be said behind the screens. The K-pop netizens were unforgiving, sharp with their words, and they’d seize any opportunity to spin things in ways that could put her and Noémie under a microscope. The last thing she wanted was for her group to be dragged into unnecessary rumors or a scandal that wasn’t even there.

She glanced at Taeyeon, who seemed unfazed by the sudden attention. To Taeyeon, it was just a casual moment between friends. But to Y/N, the stakes were higher. Her mind raced with the possible consequences—what if someone misinterpreted this? What if they started speculating that there was something more going on, blowing it out of proportion?

“Unnie,” Y/N said softly, her voice carrying a hint of concern. “You should probably go before this gets out of hand.”

Taeyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice light, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

Y/N bit her lip, hesitant to say exactly what was on her mind. “The fans are… kinda freaking out. I just don’t want them to twist this, you know?” Her eyes flickered to the screen again, and she couldn’t help but cringe as a new flood of comments poured in.

“Are they together?”

“Y/N and Taeyeon look so comfortable, it’s like they’re dating.”

“THIS IS SO INTIMATE.”

“I can’t even breathe, they’re too cute.”

The comment about being “too cute” made Y/N’s stomach twist. She had seen how fast rumors spread in the K-pop world. One misstep, one too many innocent moments, and it could be all over the internet, misinterpreted and dissected by netizens until it wasn’t even recognizable.

Taeyeon caught her eye, her expression softening when she saw the worry written on Y/N’s face. She leaned in just slightly, her voice lowering. “You’re worried about what they’ll say, aren’t you?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment. “Yeah… I mean, you know how people can be. I don’t want Noémie to be involved in anything that could be taken out of context. We’re already under so much pressure to be perfect, and I don’t want anything messing that up.”

Taeyeon’s gaze lingered on her for a beat before she let out a small sigh, nodding in understanding. “I get it. I really do. But you can’t let them control everything, Y/N.” She gave Y/N a gentle nudge with her elbow, trying to lighten the mood. “Sometimes it’s okay to just be yourself.”

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of her responsibility to her group pressing down on her. She wanted to let herself just be—to enjoy the easy, comforting dynamic she had with Taeyeon, but she couldn’t ignore the larger picture. “I know, I know… It’s just hard, you know? I can’t help but think about the impact.”

Taeyeon looked at her, her gaze intense but soft. “I don’t want you to be afraid of what people might say. But if you’re really worried, we can always go offline. It’s your call, Y/N.”

The thought of cutting the livestream early made Y/N’s chest tighten. She didn’t want to seem rude or distant, especially not to the fans who were showering her with so much love. But at the same time, she didn’t want the situation to spiral. She could feel the shift in the atmosphere around them—the subtle change that even the most loyal fans might pick up on.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice barely a whisper. “Let’s just wrap this up for now.”

She muted the livestream once again, though the comments kept scrolling, undeterred by the temporary silence. Y/N exhaled slowly, the tension finally ebbing from her shoulders. “I’m sorry, unnie,” she said, looking at Taeyeon with an apologetic smile. “I just didn’t want to risk it.”

Taeyeon gave her a knowing look, squeezing her shoulder lightly. “You don’t need to apologize, Y/N. I get it. You’ve got a lot on your plate. I’ll leave you to handle it.”

Y/N nodded, her heart still racing a little, but she was relieved to have Taeyeon’s understanding. As much as she hated to admit it, there was a part of her that was relieved to have Taeyeon leave the livestream for now—at least until she could figure out how to navigate all the new attention.

Before Taeyeon left, she pulled Y/N into another quick hug. “You’re doing great, okay?” she whispered, her voice warm and reassuring.

Y/N held on for just a moment longer than usual, allowing herself to feel the comfort of the hug. “Thanks, unnie. I needed that.”

Once Taeyeon stepped away and the door clicked shut behind her, Y/N took a long, deep breath. She turned her attention back to the live comments, but this time, it felt different. The weight of her decision to keep things low-key, to protect her group and herself from unnecessary speculation, settled on her shoulders.

She resumed the live, but this time, her demeanor was a little more guarded, her responses more measured. The playful teasing, the easy smiles—they were still there, but now, there was a certain layer of caution. She couldn’t afford to let things slip out of her control—not when everything she had worked for with Noémie was at stake.

The comments, though still full of excitement, started to shift again, this time with a more teasing tone, but Y/N kept her focus. She would play along, but always with one eye on the bigger picture. K-pop fans were relentless, and even the smallest misstep could spiral into something she couldn’t take back.

“Okay, guys,” she said, her voice light but firm. “Let’s keep it cool, alright? I appreciate the love, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ve got a lot more to show you all.”

As the livestream continued, Y/N made a silent vow to keep herself and Noémie safe from the chaos that could come with being too visible. She didn’t want to live in fear of the fans, but she also knew that if she wasn’t careful, the smallest thing could send them into a frenzy—and that wasn’t something she was willing to risk. Not for herself. Not for Taeyeon. And definitely not for her group.

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[ghxstyfae]

Loves a journey ♡ Rafe Cameron

Synopsis: in which cupid sends Rafe his soulmate, except he cant adapt to his newfound feelings and instead translates it into rage until he cant handle it anymore. Eventual fluff

Warnings: angst, bully rafe -> soft rafe, hes just rlly bad at identifying his emotions lmao, part 2 will be fluffy and cute yk

Tags: @sunflowerleii @itzdarling

Love at first sight was never even an option for Rafe Cameron. Lust existed. Sex existed. But love? Love was an idea so unfathomable to Rafe that he wouldnt know how to fall in love, let alone at first sight. When the universe sends him his soulmate, how will he deal with the intense blooming feelings he develops simply upon looking at her?

Easy. Denial and rage.

When Noémie Di Bendetto and her family moved to the island, he hated her. She was a kook like him, and had been nothing but kind to everyone she met. She had never spoke rudely of him or even looked wrong in his direction, but he couldnt help the deep sense of hatred he felt.

He remembers the first time they met. Her father and Ward worked together and the Camerons invited them over for supper. They sat beside eachother and she attempted to make polite conversation with him. She was too nice. Like an angel.

She had to be fucking with him? Surely shes heard the rumours of him? And if not she would soon, and abandon him eventually anyways, so what was the point?

This was his logic with most of his "friends" nowadays. He only talked to girls to fuck them, and unless they were Topper or Kelce, his other friends were like pawns to him. He didnt trust anyone, he couldn't.

Noémie never let up though. She always greeted him with a smile, and even a hug if she got the chance, clinging onto him like a koala. His heart would swell when she looked up at him like he hung the stars in the sky, but because couldnt identify the feeling in his chest, he labelled it as hatred.

In his mind, it was hatred that ran so deep he didnt want her to he happy. Thats the only reason his chest tightened when he saw her laughing with some random guy who could never treat her the way he could. No other possibilities.

He only learned it was love after blowing up at her. She had brought the Camerons a pie she baked and had caught Rafe on a day worse then usual.

As normal, she was as sweet as sugar. She offered him the biggest smile even though he snarled at her upon opening the door. Instead of being gentlemanly like he knew he should've been, like he wanted to be, he yelled, or rather screamed and berated at her to leave them alone and stop clinging on and trying to get him to like her. He said nasty, hurtful things, and accused Noémie of things he knew weren't true.

He expected that to make her cry or break her spirit, and he regretted it directly after saying it but she didnt even flinch. Her face went stone cold and she gave him this look, with a bit of a smirk, that made his heart drop.

She ignored him for the next couple weeks and he couldn't stop thinking of her. He tried approaching her twice and she shut him down with a harsh "no".

He was going insane. She was like an addiction he didnt know he had. He had seen her nearly everyday, she texted him all the time, brightened every moment of his life, and he destroyed that.

By the third week without her, he decided he needed to apologize, he'd crawl on his hands and knees to beg for her forgiveness, anything to get back in her good graces.

He wasnt sure what it was. He didnt like her, this should be exactly what he wants. For her to just leave him alone, like he asked.

He drove to her house late at night, sending her a text he knew she would ignore (he still felt better sending the text as if 'announcing' his presence), and slipping through the backdoor that they kept unlocked. He snuck up to her room with the percision of many late night teenage hookups.

Her door was slightly peaked open and so was her window. He wasnt surprised. She was such a trusting individual sleeping with such easy ways to enter was completely on brand. He was, however surprised, when he crept beside her and pulled the cover off her shoulder a tiny bit to tap her awake, she was wearing bothing but a thin, lacy white nightgown. As if the change in tempture shoxked her awake, Noémie eyes snapped open.

"Rafe. Why are you in my room at four in thr morning?"

"I couldn't sleep..."

[avoyagetoarcturus]

Emily/Sue from Dickinson inspired by a sign I read at the New York City Museum of Sex's carnival exhibit saying that circus knife throwing was the s3xiest circus show ever. 🎪🔪😳 Imagine Your OTP

Welcome anyone who followed me for my viral train window painting. I do have plenty of landscape art on here under the "#landscape art" and "#trains" tags. But mostly this blog is where I post LGBTQIA sci-fi fantasy fanart, especially of my favorite actresses Hailee Steinfeld and Noémie Merlant 😊

[rosurie]

minors/ageless blogs DNI. if I can't find an age on your blog you will be blocked.

if you are a new Tumblr user, I'm giving you ONE DAY to get your age on your blog somewhere.

this is a side blog mostly for DOL, but it's likely to evolve into also being non-dol things that i just dont want on my main. DOL is a noncon game and i am proship. tread lightly.✮

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♱ I'm in uni currently and also suffer from fatigue so I'm not super active 😔

♱ I'm an OC artist at heart. though the DOL characters will show up, my main focus are my PCs.

I will NOT tolerate any discrimination, homophobia, transphobia, racism, or any sort of hateful ideologies. fuck off. ✮

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[we-were-so-beautiful]

1. day five

it's here! the first chapter of my bbu story featuring vanessa + juniper, which I'm tentatively calling "imperfectly consistent". this story is heavily inspired by many of the great pet whump series and other whump writings I've discovered in the last few months, especially those by @maracujatangerine and @whumpzone as well as @justbreakonme , @haro-whumps , @emmettnet and many, many others. this is my first time writing or posting anything like this, so please feel free to send me feedback and tell me what you think!

This entire story comes with major content warnings for drug and alcohol abuse, as well as the standard box boy universe fare: pet whump, dehumanization, conditioning, etc. Individual chapters will have specific content warnings and tags as well; please do tell me if there are any I need to add.

[masterlist] [chapter two]

“Shit. Shit.”

“What’s up?” asks the voice on the video call.

Vanessa clasps a hand over her mouth and breathes out hard through her nose, eyes wide and laser-focused on the middle distance. “Fuck. Okay. You know that… that dude on the shelter site?”

“The one who you said was in there longer than usual?”

“Yeah. He’s still there.”

“Still? How many days has it been now?”

“Five.”

The silence hums between them like a gathering storm.

“I’ve never seen anyone stay there five days before. I, I’ve been watching the site for months and I’ve barely seen anyone get to four. If he doesn’t get picked up by tomorrow…” Vanessa inhales through her nose. “Rose, I gotta do something.”

“You mean like… adopt him?”

Vanessa twitches at the term. “Fuck, no. I’d literally be so bad at being a rescuer. But like… maybe I can find someone to take him? I mean, shit, I could cover the fees for them, I could even pick him up and keep him here until they could come get him, I just… I can’t let a person die like that.”

—

“Listen, this is maybe weird but…”

“...yeah, that kind of Pet. But he’s a rescue, and…”

“...no, you wouldn’t even have to be here by tomorrow, I could pick him up for you and—”

“You do understand this is a seven-day kill shelter?”

“…Hello?”

Vanessa stares hard at her phone. There’s one last call she could make; one she really, really doesn’t want to. But a life—someone else’s life—is quite literally on the line. Desperate times, and all that shit.

She takes a deep breath and dials.

“Hey, M—hello? …of course. Bonjour, Noémie. Is Victoria available today? …no, of course not. What about tomor—right, uh huh, yeah. Okay. Well… I mean, you wouldn’t be interested in adopting a pet, would you? …yeah, of course not, never mind. Au revoir.”

So much for that.

—

They reconvene the video call hours from when they left off, Vanessa spent and Roselle somber. “I called every person I could think of, Rose. I’m so tired.” She looks it: pale, drained, practically vanishing in her chair. “Please tell me you have better news.” 

Roselle shakes her head grimly. “I put the message out on rescuetok, but nothing so far. I don’t know if it’s realistic to find someone through there on this kind of time.”

“What about your parents?”

“I’m sorry, Ness. I asked. They said no.”

“Oh, come on!” Vanessa slaps the table a little harder than she means to, jostling the screen. “But they’re so nice! Like, if anyone was going to take a rescue, it should be them! I thought they said they were against the practice!”

“They are, Ness,” Roselle sighs, rubbing at the bridge of her nose.

“Not enough to keep an actual human person from being murdered for it, apparently!” Vanessa stands up and paces back and forth across the room. “Fuck. Fuck! I have to take him.”

Roselle looks up and blinks. “You what?”

“I mean, if nobody else is gonna do it—! It’s not like I don’t have the money. Or the space. I mean, I sure as shit don’t have the personality, but—fuck, dude! What else am I supposed to do?”

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“I just… watching the shelter sites was supposed to just be a little thing I could do that mattered, y’know? And now it is so big and so fucking real and, and…” Her hands are flailing past her ears now, wrists and elbows oscillating wildly.

“Hey. Nessa.” Roselle pulls her focus, the calm timbre back in her voice. “He’s still got one more day, right?” Vanessa nods sullenly. “So you’ve got a day. Think about it. Wrap your head around it, as much as you can. In the meantime, we’ll see if anyone else picks him up, or gets back to us, or if anything else that could happen happens. And if they don’t, you’ll be ready.” Vanessa raises her eyebrows as if to protest. “At least, a little more ready than you are now,” she amends.

“You’re right. You’re… thanks, Rose. You’re good at this. You always are.” She tilts her head. “God, I wish you could take him. You’d be so much better at helping him than me. Than anyone, probably.”

Roselle smiles ruefully. “Yeah, not in senior year pre-law. And definitely not in a dorm room. I’ll help you help him, though. You know I’m here for you, any time.”

“You’re the best, Rosarita Beans. Speaking of pre-law, though, should I like… let you go study? I feel like I just took up a whole bunch of your day.” She grimaces.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Like I said, I’m here for you. I probably should go, though, if you’re okay for now.” Vanessa nods again. “Alright then, text me if you need anything, okay? And make sure you sleep before tomorrow, you’re gonna need it. Oh, and I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet, so do that for me? Okay bye, love you.”

She’s right again, of course. “I’m not hungry,” Vanessa tries to protest, but Roselle has already ended the call. 

Well, if she’s going to eat—and sleep, probably, come to that—she’s gonna need an assist. She fires off a text. AUSTIN, it says. EMERGENCY. COME TF OVER.

As you wish, he replies. The weed man cometh.

—

Austin shows up forty minutes later, and she wraps her arms around his waist and hugs him until he chucks her shoulder and says, “Dude, let me in, it’s freezing out.” They climb the stairs to Vanessa’s favorite living room and in short order the bong water is bubbling and pizzas are on their way.

“You know, the nuts thing is, just going off his picture the dude should’ve gotten picked up, like, right away. I mean, lookit ‘im,” Vanessa rambles, poking a finger at the thumbnail next to the number 414374 in the shelter site’s neat little table. It expands to show a man with sharp features, pale skin and blue eyes, with waves of black hair cascading over impressively broad shoulders. “He’s like, super hot, right? I mean or he would be without the brainwashing 'n shit.”

Austin cranes his head down to see. “Yeah, I’d do him. Without the brainwashing and shit.”

“Yeah! So like, here’s the thing right? Dudes who look like that get snatched up in like a day. Two, tops. It’s like… okay this is horrible but it’s like a borzoi at a humane society, you know? They’re gonna be there for like five minutes.”

“You said he’s been there for five days, though.”

“Exactly! So like, what is his deal, man? What could possibly be up with him that would make all the crazy ass pet people not go ‘yeah I want that one’ like, immediately?”

“Dude, yeah. Huh.”

Vanessa laughs around a mouthful of smoke until she doubles over coughing. “Oh, shit, dude, what am I getting myself into?”

[marcusmettalus]

When to Smile, How to Breathe, and Where to Love. (Part 2)

(Continued from Here. Again, R'tan and Ostia belong to @rowscara)

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"I hate her,,,"

"You've said this before Ostia. And no, you don't."

The gray haired Scion grumbles and scowls with her arms crossed over her chest, positively huffing with irritation. R'tan couldn't help but compare this puffed up woman with a puffed up kitten, an amused chuckle sneaking out as the mental image appears.

"She is insufferable,,"

"From my interactions with her, and the way she holds herself among her companions versus her peers, I believe she is quite competent and is a skilled diplomat." R'tan leans back in his seat, silently praising the craftsmen who could make an entirely wooden chair who could handle the weight of an Astartes.

The establishment the duo were taking refuge in was a manner of restaurant, the locale semi-filled with fellow chattering customers, clinking of cutlery and drink glasses while the kitchen emits savory scents and fresh cooked meals. In the background was only the numb rumbling of heavy rain and echoing thunder in the distance. Lady Noémie and Lieutenant Lukas had taken the couple here to get some peace from the paparazzi, and to get a more casual area to speak openly.

"Dame Noémie is a competent leader of her people aye, her Council Advisors bring wise words and opposing views to help shape the future of her growing worlds," Lukas spoke quietly, taking a sip from a steeped drink smelling of something spiced but faintly alcoholic ", yet Lady Ostia, you say you despise her?"

",,, not like that. She behaves so care-free around me, acting like there are no troubles or wars going on. Taking me round the city, purchasing clothes and meeting new faces,, I am not some fething Nobilis Diplomat!" Ostia glares at Lukas as her voice raises a little, R'tan reaches over to lightly place a hand over Ostia's shoulder, attempting to ease the volume.

"No, you are not. And that is exactly why she is treating you like this."

Ostia blinks briefly, caught off guard by the rather short and strange response. The previous mag-train of thought suddenly halted as Ostia tries to make sense of the answer.

"Were you an official Diplomat, like Herr Celtos, you would be treated not as a person but as an item or prisoner of war. Strict protocols of handling, communication, how much of our worlds and facilities are shown, limiting their access to various regions of their temporary abode, armed guards and the like. You would be treated fully, wholly as an Outlander, and not welcome." Lukas sets down his mug slowly while elaborating his spartan response, adding a small curl of spiced bark into the still steaming drink, stirring the burgundy beverage all the while he avoided Ostia's gaze. Those amber eyes a stark contrast to the dark oaken locks tied back in a tight braid, gazing down into his little task.

"Wait,, Ostia is not seen as an Imperial Agent? How was she allowed then to enter your Realm?" R'tan raising a brow, still trying to figure out the fellow Astartes across from him.

"Noémie simply listed Lady Ostia as her guest of the Realm. Ergo, Ostia is a guest of Karseille who is simply is tagging along while Noémie is attending her meeting with the High King." Lukas took a slow sip from the mug, breathing in the spiced fumes as if savoring a morning blossom freshly plucked from the meadow. Those cursed eyes that Ostia can't quite get over, despite everything, turned now to gaze at the Scion.

"The High King, who you will meet come dawn."

"Watch your tone whe-"

"Here we go everyone; one serving of stektfläsk o raggmunk med råröda lingön, one of Croque Madame with soft poached gåsägg, one half serving of poulet rôti, and one Nasigören'. Enjoy your meals~"

R'tan's retort getting cut off by the waitress arriving with a wide serving platter, setting down each meal before the respective seats, the wide set of colors and smells hitting all three persons. Whilst the waitress peeled away to take care of other customers, Noémie made her reappearance and took her seat by Lukas.

"Apologies, had to take a short call, but look at this divine assortment we have~ hope you have a good appetite." Noemie clapped her hands excitedly before digging into her meal. Ostia gives a short glance over to R'tan before looking down at her meal.

An actual hot meal. Not rations, not food made in a mess hall, nor wild greens scavenged from the field. Half of a roasted fowl with some manner of sauce, rough cut vegtables and greens along with,, what are these golden wedges? Picking one up with her fingers, Ostia bites into it,,, a brief crisp crunch and a pillowy interior greets her.

Its delicious.

And then dips the wedge into the sauce.

(Will try and see if can make a Part 3 for this mini-series, so long as its cool with Rowscara that is.)

(Characters involved; Lt. Lukas Tova, Grand Dame Noemie Durand, Lady Ostia Haldus, and Brother R'tan Esatar)

[livealittleoc-cb]

"Make sure to enjoy the time you have before it's gone."

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Hel [Noémie Monet]

⋆｡°✩ Norse Goddess of Death, One of the Ruler's of Hell; The 'Two-Faced Terror'

⋆｡°✩ Is a fashion designer && works with Hecate, models from time to time or takes pictures of models

⋆｡°✩ She doesn't have pets but she loves Hade's hellhounds && helps take care of Cerberus

⋆｡°✩ In "human" form she's from France, in Astria she's from Tuglya [the realm of the giants, Jotunheim]

⋆｡°✩ She/Her| Bisexual, Poly | 23 [Human Years], is as old as the Afterlife | 2/17 [Aquarius] | 5'3"

⋆｡°✩ She is:

sweet baby girl

sweetness in physical form

bubbly && jumpy

talkative

can be loud

just sweet did I say that

is a lovely little baby

just baby™️

God Information / Form Stuff

⋆｡°✩ she feeds off of death && most elements within the underworld

⋆｡°✩ being away from the underworld for too long will weaken her strength greatly

⋆｡°✩ she tends to roam around but can be found in her office or with Hecate

⋆｡°✩ when she feeds her eyes turn fully black [no whites] && glow

⋆｡°✩ as a god she can smell && sense emotions well but the smell/sensation of despair is the strongest she can depict

⋆｡°✩ she has a gretter amount of strength than a normal human && greater amount than other gods

⋆｡°✩ she can change her "human" apperance [height, eye color, hair color, etc.]

⋆｡°✩ each goddess has a human name they go by, hers is Noémie or Naomi

⋆｡°✩ in her god form she can get up to around 6'3"

⋆｡°✩ in her god form she has one inky black eye && one purely blue eye, she carries a staff with jewels on it, her hair is wavy, super long && split dyed black && white, her nails are permanently painted black && in claw form, she wears a cape that has bones on it && a dress with 2 leg slits that show off her legs, she has tattoos on both her thighs, she also has 2 slightly curled horns one black && one white

⋆｡°✩ when not in astria or the human realm she resides in the hell realm [underworld] or the realm of the giants [Jotunheim]

⋆｡°✩ in her half && half form she is her normal 5'3", has her tattoos && piercings, her eyes are either their normal one inky black && one blue or both black with specks of blue, her hair tends to change from short && curly to long && wavey

Extras

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: black with specks of blue

⋆｡°✩ eyes might flash or glow black when excited

⋆｡°✩ has a tattoos on her thighs && legs [wants some on her arms]

⋆｡°✩ has an a septum piercings

⋆｡°✩ likes: fashion, drawing, painting, sewing, photography, nature, taking photos, lip gloss, big floppy hat

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: people who are rude, mean, or violent for no reason

⋆｡°✩ languages: french, creole && english

⋆｡°✩ she has a small accent and sometimes it can get thicker out of no where

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ switch, has no real prefrence, will do whatever their parnter likes; some of her kinks are oral [giving && receiving], marking [giving && receiving], breeding [giving && receiving], pegging, impact play [giving], praise [receiving], degradation [giving], hair pulling [giving && receiving], orgasam control [giving], hosiery, ropeplay [giving && receiving], dirty talk [giving && receiving], choking [giving]

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ can be a pleasure dom && power bottom

⋆｡°✩ if subbing can be obedient or bratty depending on how she feels

⋆｡°✩ she's open to most kinks

⋆｡°✩ her eyes glow blue when she is arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: grave

⋆｡°✩ uses 🪦 on dash

Relationship Statuses

She is in a relationship with Hecate!!!

⋆｡°✩ daning in her room && happy

⋆｡°✩ single [0/3], uninterested

⋆｡°✩ happily dating Hecate [little strawberry 🍓🧃] [hel && hecate will take one partner together]

⋆｡°✩ family: Fenrir [bratty spoilt wolf 😐🙄], Jörmungandr [cuddley snek older brother 🥰😤], @mxthxbot Mason && Mateo [lovely brothers 🥰♥️]

⋆｡°✩ friends:

⋆｡°✩ children:

Tags

⋆｡°✩ relationship tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ music tag(s):

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faceclaim: @/room.illuminator

[shouldhavebeenpersephone]

AAAAAAAAAAH One Way by S.J. Jordan was SO GOOD! Going for the sequel next but pleasssseee do you have any show or movie recs??

AAAAAAAAAA I am so glad you enjoyed it! Feel free to scream at me about it ANY time. I think I may have to go and reread it now.

In regards to other recommendations... oooooh boy. I have so many. This took me a while because I was considering if this would be respectful to the strikes, but we haven't been told to stay away from any streaming services etc. yet, so after removing a scab from the recommendation list I decided to post it. Apologies in advance for the tangents I go on for every single recommendation. Some of these have been quite popular so you might know of them but it still felt worth mentioning.

Under the cut is a non-exhaustive list of media in no particular order that makes me want to eat glass. Take a shot every time I say heartbreaking.

Movies

Lord of the Rings 1/2/3 - I feel no need to explain myself. If you haven't seen this please for the love of god get your hands on the extended versions and watch them. Then read the books and watch the movies again. Rinse and repeat.

How to Train Your Dragon and How to Train Your Dragon 2 - You read that right, NOT the third movie. In this house the third movie doesn't exist. This is an animated movie and sequel based on the book it shares a name with by Cressida Cowel. The movie follows protagonist Hiccup who lives in a town of Vikings who hunt and kill dragons. He finds out that he can't kill a dragon he has caught, and is surprised when the dragon won't kill him either. His curiosity gets the best of him and he returns to watch the dragon in it's hideout, and a beautiful friendship emerges from a very messy situation. It doesn't happen often that a movie is better than the book, especially if the source material has been changed so drastically, but HTTYD pulls it off. The first movie was also my introduction to fandom, and both movies have an incredibly special place in my heart. Fun fact: I actually am the OP of a pretty popular fandom headcannon and it makes me giggle every time I see it be mentioned in the HTTYD tag.

Inception - Obligatory action movie. Heist movie except sci-fi and also everyone is queer and sexy (no it's not canon but it is canon to me). Conman Leo DiCaprio breaks into rich boy Cilian Murphy's dreams to convince him to give up his father's business in exchange for getting his criminal file wiped clean so he can see his kids again. I love sad dads and I love mind games and I love high stakes and I love time fuckery and I love mentally ill women. Watch it if you also do.

Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Perfect. Showstopping. Incredible. Does not pass the reverse Bechdel test. It is so incredibly hearthbreaking and soft and tender. Period drama with lesbians. Painter Noémi Merlant is hired to pretend to be a companion to Adèle Haenel while secretly painting her portrait to be sent off to a man she is being married off to. There is betrayal and trust and community and lust and it's so gorgeous to look at. The attention to detail is incredible and I want to kiss Céline Sciamma for bringing this movie to my screen. I cry every time I watch it. Queer heartache done right.

The Lake House - I don't know if this movie is actually that good but to me it is perfect. Contractor Keanu Reeves moves into a gorgeous lake house (my dream home) and starts receiving letters addressed to the previous owner and doctor Sandra Bullock. When he gets a letter from her with her new address and sees it's to a building that's still in development, the two skeptics come to the conclusion they are living years apart and their post box is some sort of portal. They fall in love, things go wrong, things go right, and there is a dog!

Series

Orphan Black - Listen. Listen. LISTEN. Tatiana Maslany. Wow. She plays a dozen (if not more) clones and I still have a hard time believing they weren't all different people. Trouble kid forced to be an adult because she is a mother sees herself jump in front of a train and uhhhh has issues with that. She then discovers there are so many others like her, that they were a part of a cloning project and that she is a bit of a special case. There is a lot of plot I cannot summarize but it's deliciously queer (one of the main character clones is a lesbian as well as two prominent gay side characters and other minor queer and trans characters). Found family, questions of what it means to love and of morality, some wonderfully written character arcs and a decently satisfying end. First few episodes can be a bit hard to get into, but Tatiana Maslany is incredible and the show is totally worth it.

Adventure Time - This is a big comfort show for me, not only because Marceline and Princess Bubblegum were one of my first queer ships ever, but also because I enjoy this show just as much as an adult. No real main story line, you could watch individual episodes and still follow it. There are some heavy themes, but they are always handled so wonderfully and with a true sense of childlike wonder, and it makes me have faith in humanity again. Finn the Human and Jake the Dog go on adventures together in a gigantic fantasy land and meet lots of interesting figures. Even the evil characters get attention, compassion, screen time, and dignity. It's heartbreaking and beautiful and so so so good.

The Mentalist - Sorry, there is a cop show in here. Simon Baker is an ex 'psychic' grieving father and husband working as a consultant with the CBI. His boss, Robin Tunney, is so in love with him she looks stupid. It's basically a man who is too smart for his own good running around, being charming or extremely annoying, and an exhausted tough-love type of woman running around fixing his messes. Oh and they catch killers. I am a Patric Jane kinnie, sue me. Jane and Lisbon are also very Griddlehark to me, kind of a what could have been if they had been friends from the beginning.

Russian Doll - Have I ever mentioned how much I love Natasha Lyonne? This is a kind of sexier Groundhog Day, where Natasha Lyonne keeps dying and waking up in the bathroom of her friend throwing her a birthday party. She loses her mind in the midst of gorgeous scenes, seriously beautiful cinematography, and in sexy ass outfits. If you like mind fuckery, cinematography, and sexy women this is the show for you. It sure is the show for me.

Arcane - Speaking of gorgeous visuals, Arcane is a beast of a show with such an incredible and unique look. Also so many hot and/or gay women. There are a few men too, they're okay, I do like me a pathetic little guy so it works. But WOMEN. So many powerful, intelligent, cunning, courageous women. I have to admit that I remember very little of the storyline, but I do know that they took 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl', said "yes and", and made a truly incredible and multi dimensional character with Jinx, with fully fleshed out motivations and morals (or lack thereof), understandable but still properly wrong actions, and such incredible story building around her progressing mental troubles. Must watch.

The Sandman - This one is not technically an obsession I have ever had, but it is a great watch and rewatch. I adore Vivienne Acheampong as Lucienne and I adore Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer and I adore Kirby Howell-Baptiste as Death. I also love pretty much anything that comes out of Neil Gaiman's brain so that helps. Great casting is what makes this show a winner for me. Morpheus/Dream gets locked up by some insane guy trying to capture death to bring back his son and he spends the rest of the show dealing with the consequences of being gone for decades. Tom Sturridge is a wet cat of a man and I do like that a lot as well. Very pretty cinematography seals the deal.

Misc.

The Magnus Archives - Podcast wildcard. Horror and paranormal and delicious. I love voice actors so much and archivists are hot. Becoming something you didn't choose and dealing with the repercussions of no longer really being human is so !!!!!!! I love it when people just go through the horrors. Everyone's voices scratch something in my brain that nothing else can reach. Brilliant piece of media.

What Remains of Edith Finch - Game wildcard. Semi-sandbox semi-railroad narrative. Gorgeous visual representations of so many difficult things in life. Particularly, the bit where one of Edith's family members loses himself to his own imagination is so gorgeous and heartbreaking. I have written essays on the cinematography of this game. It is so beautiful. Whether you lay it or watch a playthrough, you have to witness this.

MISSED RECOMMENDATIONS ARE HERE

There you have it.

I am sure there is more and I am sure I will be hitting my head on a wall after remembering something I forgot to include. Anyway- enjoy!

[stvtic-screvms]

beloved @ilooktoyoutoseethetruth tagged me to post the first ten songs to come up on shuffle from my On Repeat playlist, soooo here we are:

1. Rid Of Me - PJ Harvey

2. Át Az Éjszakát - Barkóczi Noémi

3. Bodysnatchers - Radiohead

4. Köd A Nappaliban - Barkóczi Noémi

5. No Longer Making Time - Slowdive

6. kisses - Slowdive

7. Until I Know - Panchiko

8. Utánad - Esti Kornél

9. Nem viszlek tovább - Esti Kornél

10. Vadvirágok - Galaxisok

i love these music tag games, so thank you again!! <3

tagging: @biteki @mitsemerdekel @souvlakigf @iamnothing @nagyoncringe @sohatlon @plexi1120 @kakaospalacsinta @dreamh0pper

i tagged you all just to show my appreciation for you guys!!<3 don't feel pressured to do this btw:^)

[smilepebble]

Hero and Partner Week day 7: Free Day / Previous Prompt

Some assorted doodles of all the teams i used this week because i didn't have time for anything more complex. i hope everyone enjoyed the week as much as i did!

@heropartnerweek

[oliviermiraarmstrongs]

mid-year book freak out tag

@bloody-wonder tagged me so now I have an excuse to talk about books I read

1. Best Book You’ve Read So Far in 2023? probably her body and other parties by carmen maria machado, my favorites stories from it being “the husband stitch” and “especially heinous”. I love how the former weaves together urban legends as a backdrop and the latter is a surrealist meta version of law and order svu, which is much better than it sounds.

2. Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far in 2023?

3. New Release You Haven’t Read Yet, But Want To? I’m curious about juniper and thorn by ava reid, and I can’t say the amount of pearl-clutching over it hasn’t played a part in bringing it to my attention. but really, I just like gothic horror and dark fairy tales!

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2023? I dunno, I’m not up-to-date on these things

5. Biggest Disappointment? I’d say world war z and the southern book club’s guide to slaying vampires, but I had to read those for class so it’s not like I had any expectations anyway (for the record, WWZ I never finished bc all the militarism and boring technical stuff turned me off; southern book club kept my attention but its themes were delivered with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, the characters were thinly sketched, the ending was anticlimactic, and the broad and wacky tone did not mesh well with the grotesque (often sexual) violence), so a better example would be a thousand ships; admittedly my standards also weren’t very high; I have a sort of “I can fix her” attitude towards mythological retellings; I know a lot of them fall short, but they’re like comfort food to me, and when one hits, it fucking hits. natalie haynes, you did not hit! nothing the book did justified it as a retelling, there wasn’t any sort of unique spin or exploration into the female characters’ interiority; it just did the trojan cycle again but sometimes we’re reminded that women…were there. Whoever said this was a better version of TSOA was telling straight lies!

6. Biggest Surprise? I didn’t have high hopes for mexican gothic, mostly out of a pretentious impulse I have to expect popular new-ish releases to be mid. Still, I love a gothic novel, so I decided to check it out. I was pleasantly surprised to find it to be not only very engrossing, but also a clever reworking of gothic tropes tied to a specific cultural setting. It really understood gothic horror not just aesthetically, but also a vehicle for themes of corrupt aristocracy, and the overlap between desire and disgust, and fucked-up families in an incestuous cycle of abuse. It’s still pretty flawed - I think the dialogue could be a bit clunky, especially in the case of the old village woman who feels less like a person and more like an exposition machine - but overall a great read, and I’d love to see more from Moreno-Garcia.

7. Favorite New Author? I already loved angela carter’s work in the bloody chamber, but nights at the circus is the first full-length novel I’ve read from her, and it really cements her as one of the greats.

8. Newest Favorite Character? sophia fevvers from nights at the circus, a bawdy, cockney, rubenesque trapeze artist famed across turn-of-the-century europe for her wings. Also enjoys proto-feminism, gold-digging, and hanging out with her tiny, feisty, anarchist-leaning foster-mother. There’s maybe meant to be some tension throughout the story over whether or not her insanely eventful life story is exaggerated or not, but I never doubted her. Believe women.

9. Newest Fictional Crush? Lady Jessica, the coolest milf the bene gesserit ever produced

💕Best Ship?💕 I didn’t read much with good shipping material, but shout out to noémi from mexican gothic and her boy version of a fragile and sheltered victorian waif love interest whose name escapes me. She’s always describing him like “He was so pale and iron-deficient and frail like a little baby bird and NOT HOT. I desire him carnally.” and meanwhile he’s just showing her his many different types of fungi. Less alpha males, more guys like this.

10. Book That Made You Cry? “eight bites” from her body and other parties hit a little too close to home; it captured really well how dysphoria drives you to abuse your own body, and how that hurts not just yourself but the people around you. “my mother and I” by lucy dacus-coded

11. Book That Made You Happy? I don’t read happy books! But probably nights at the circus, there be whimsy in these pages.

12. Favorite Book Adaptations You Saw This Year? andrea arnold’s 2011 adaptation of wuthering heights nearly made me feral. there’s not really a definitive film version, but the one from 2011, - while not perfect as an adaptation since, like most of them, it only covers the first half of the book - I’d say does the best job of capturing the spirit of the original. the thing that really impressed me was its portrayal of heathcliff - not as a brooding romantic hero nor an inhuman psychopath, but a boy who became something terrible because society never saw him as anything else. It’s film very subjectively, with shaky cam, no score, and nearly every scene being from heathcliff’s perspective - the iconic “I am Heathcliff!” speech is never shown in full, since he left before hearing the rest of it. It’s a really strong artistic choice to place the story firmly in heathcliff’s perspective, and it’s made more interesting by being one of the few adaptations to play into the book’s racial subtext.

13. Favorite Review You’ve Written This Year?

14. Most Beautiful Cover? The barnes and noble special edition of dune I have, which is gorgeous but also really impractical to carry around (pic from google images, I’m not at home rn)

15. What Books Do You Need To Read By The End Of The Year? I gotta finish dune since I started at the beginning of the year and paused since I was so busy with school (and later paused again bc I was bored 🫣).

tagging @antema, @stolehisdog, @betweenironyandsilver, @vampire-juicebox, @chdarling, @excuseforadrink, @danielarlingtongf, @borispavlikovskys, and @altraviolence, if u wanna!

[strayylightss]

i know i'm like a month late responding to this bc of moving but i love getting tagged in these so i'm gonna do it anyway thank you for tagging me @comerainxcomeshine ~

Tea, coffee, or soda? coffee like 99% of the time but sometimes i need a nice comforting cup of tea

Dogs or cats? i love dogs and would die for dogs but there's just something about cats that understand and love me better—so cats??

Can you play an instrument? um depending on the definition we're using violin?? i played from 4th grade to junior year of college so i suppose i must have retained something??

What's your sun sign? Aries

First song lyrics that came into your head. the chorus of "sunny side" by SHINee!

Do you have any tattoos? 4 and counting! except the last one got messed up so i need to figure out getting that fixed before i get more :(

Favorite place you've traveled. definitely london/oxford, although i miss spain so so so much all the time

What’s the last movie you watched? the new "little mermaid"!

What languages do you speak? fluent in english and spanish (sometimes lol) and was briefly teaching myself korean but kind of lost motivation during the pandemic

Do you have any hobbies? lol other than SHINee?? i spend a lot of time reading, thinking about writing (not writing though), watching kdramas/desi films, and was doing embroidery before i moved and should get back to that

You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour. Who do you choose? i could be silly and say any character onew/key/minho have played in a drama—but since this is a very good question, i'll give a better answer! so i'll say noémi taboada of mexican gothic bc she's so not like me and the epitome of "i contain multitudes" and i'd love to observe her just existing

Compliment yourself. oof um hey you made it through grocery shopping today and didn't cry (although there was a close call at the checkout line) and only stood in the aisles looking like a total idiot a few times you did great * pats self on head *

i'm tagging @raneyroo @barrackoppama @bleshilegend @floralminho @herewegobebe and anyone else who also loves tag games—but ofc no pressure since this tag game may be a bit old/already done

[raeanneapril]

adding these tags from @justanotheruntitled04:

thank you, i didn't wanna assume she's seen PoaLoF. i know that Alba did and she's even following Noémie. 🙂

i got my Cameo request from KTY & it's everything i could ever ask for. i gave her two choices of what to read & i'm so happy she chose Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XVII. one of my fave poems ever. thank you, Kristina! 🤩🥰😍

i asked Kristina to read the poem in Beatrice's voice. so that's why there are changes in the accent. i am now imagining this as Beatrice reading the sonnet to/for Ava. 🥹

she's the only reason why i made a Cameo account, tbh. so happy that i finally got a slot last week, coz they sell out really fast! 😅 she called me Raeanne coz when i made my account i had my full name there. haha! i edited it now. 😇

* if you have earphones on, you can hear her swallow a bit before starting to read. 🤯

* i squealed when she mentioned Tar. because it's a movie with Noémie Merlant in it. so i take that as my faves watching a movie of the other. 😌

* i got 'kilig' when she said "you're on my phone." haha i'll take what i can. 😇 & when she checked her Spotify, just so she could give me the artist's name.. so cute. 🥺

* coz she was on her laptop, i got a glimpse of all the stickers on it. 🥰

for reference:

- Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XVII

KTY's book, movie, & song:

- book: The White Castle by Orhan Pamuk (adding this to my TBR)

- movie: Tár

- song: Pluto by Jake Wesley Rogers

[azoraahai]

joey’s xmas gifts ☃️

@anotherunreadblog merry christmas, noémie xx [ rosabella anderson // dorothy fraser ]