#nominally;; but I’m not gonna actually write it

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hi!! I love your writing! Submitting a request for fluff where famous/ rockstar Eddie is at an event where Steve is very clearly ogling him. People suggest they flirt (thinking it won't go anywhere bc Eddie is notoriously hard to get) until they end up seen together, completely smitten (they've been together for eons at this point, no one seems to add up their matching scars or rings)

I will admit some of this was written when I was on some heavy dose pain meds so if it’s completely incoherent or something doesn’t have continuity it’s because I forgot I started this and then just picked it back up without really reading most of it. I always love reading rockstar Eddie, especially when Steve has to be like his assistant or bodyguard instead of his date to things. They say write what you know so this is what I know! - Mickala ❤️

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Eddie Munson was nominated for a Grammy.

It almost didn’t seem possible that he was sitting in the same room as musicians he’d looked up to his whole life.

And Steve was here, too.

Technically, Steve was his plus one, but since he couldn’t exactly have a boyfriend in public, he was disguised as his assistant.

He didn’t necessarily mind as long as it meant having Steve by his side for the biggest night of his life.

But then the band’s manager told him that he couldn’t sit next to Steve, that it would look weird that he sat next to his assistant instead of the band members or a date. So Steve was across the table, looking sadly down at his plate of disgusting fancy food.

Eddie couldn’t really blame him; He felt pretty upset too.

But then he was expected to mingle for a bit, and Steve was instructed to stay at the table. It wasn’t that they expected to be able to do everything together tonight, but it was quickly turning into Eddie being unable to spend any time with him.

He mingled.

He felt Steve’s eyes on him the entire time.

But he resisted looking back.

Instead, he played with the ring Steve got him the year before on his ring finger. It was a plain silver band, the most plain thing Eddie wore.

Right before the actual awards ceremony started, Steve snuck up behind him, placed a hand on his lower back, and whispered in his ear.

“Can’t wait for my Grammy winning fiancé to fuck me on every surface of our hotel room tonight.”

And then he walked away.

He walked away like he hadn’t just broken Eddie’s brain.

Eddie called it after that, unable to focus on any conversation that didn’t involve any of Steve’s plans for the night.

By the time he got back to the table, Steve was smiling at him in a way that told him he was in trouble. He loved that smile.

Eddie felt a nudge and turned to see the guitarist for a band in a different category smirking at him from the next table over.

“Man, that guy has been staring at you all night. Isn’t he your assistant?”

Eddie did what he practiced: he lied.

“Oh, yeah! That’s Steve. He’s more security than anything, but he’s playing assistant tonight. Can’t really break him of bodyguard habits though,” Eddie shrugged as if to say ‘what are ya gonna do?’

“I dunno, dude. Seems like he might be into you.”

“Nah, I think you’re reading into it,” Eddie shook his head.

But when he turned back to his plate and glanced at Steve, Steve was practically glaring at him.

“Gareth,” Eddie whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

“What?” Gareth said at a normal volume, like the fucking oblivious idiot he was.

Eddie rolled his eyes and leaned in to try to get the point across that they needed to be quiet.

“I think I’m gonna skip the after party tonight. Steve’s not having a good time and I’m kinda not interested in another two hours of having to pretend he’s just my assistance. Think you guys can handle it without me?”

“Yeah, man. No problem.”

Gareth quickly turned back to his date, who probably had never even listened to their music before, but was hand chosen by their manager when Gareth admitted he didn’t have a date.

The rest of the guys had actual dates, girls they’d been with for months, or in Jeff’s case, years.

But none of them had what he and Steve had.

And it sucked that he was stuck having to pretend that he wasn’t completely in love with him.

So he made an executive decision that when the awards were over, he’d feign a headache and claim his assistant could ride with him back to the hotel so the rest of the guys could enjoy the night.

He gave Steve a look that begged patience, begged him to just enjoy the night as it was the best he could.

And because Steve was a good fiancé, a good person, he smiled and took a sip of his wine before involving the person next to him in a conversation.

But the awards started up shortly after, and they didn’t have to pretend to want to talk to anyone else. Eddie managed to find Steve’s foot under the table, started running his foot up Steve’s leg until it was just above his knee, until Gareth nudged him and whispered that he was sinking down in his chair and it was almost their category.

Eddie sat back up, smirking at the way Steve was trying so hard to focus on the stage, but his eyes were glassy and his cheeks were red.

When they announced “Best Rock Album”, and all the nominees, everyone at the table sat up straight, nerves thrumming through their veins.

Corroded Coffin had worked their asses off to be here. Broke bar tours in the Midwest, trying to slip in original songs when they could but still keep people entertained. Broke bar tours on the west coast when Steve bought an RV that he let them use from September to November and February to May. Then a record label signing them only to find out they expected them to change their entire sound and tour the entire east coast for four months, right when the kids were graduating high school. The band agreed they had to find a way out. Luckily, Steve’s mom was one of the best lawyers around and kind of owed him for just being a shitty mom, and she managed to find a loophole in their contract that got them out without having to pay anything except a small studio fee for when they recorded a song.

But things turned around quickly for them after that.

A record company saw them perform in Indy, said they loved that they were a “listener friendly heavy metal”, wanted them to make an album and tour all summer.

They agreed.

The first album took off in ways no one could’ve expected. They were in magazines and newspapers, on late night shows, and performing in places Eddie could’ve only dreamed of.

The second album went even better.

This third album, though. It was different.

The guys called it his love letter to Steve, so they had every right to say they didn’t want to record it or perform it, but they did. It was still their sound, still rock, but the lyrics were about yearning for the person who wanted you most, and being proud of the people you were together, and loving someone who’d never been loved right.

It was disgustingly romantic, but because there were amazing guitar solos and drums, they maintained their street cred in the rock family.

Steve cried for hours the first time he listened to it, and when it was done, he proposed to Eddie.

But Eddie’s plan all along was to propose to Steve after he listened to the album, so while Steve was down on one knee, tears still falling from his eyes, Eddie dropped to one knee too.

They’ve worn matching silver bands on their ring fingers since, but no one seems to have noticed.

In all fairness, Eddie wears a lot of rings, a lot of jewelry. It’s not immediately obvious unless you see his hands every day.

So this album meant a lot to him and to Steve. When they got news of the nomination, they cried and then Eddie fucked Steve for six hours straight, which shouldn’t have been possible, but through the adrenaline of being nominated for a Grammy, all things are possible.

Now they were here, being forced to keep some distance because they’d all agreed he couldn’t be out yet, couldn’t say who this album was about even though they get asked in every interview.

He maintains the mystery and it kills him.

He knows it kills Steve too.

“Corroded Coffin with their album, ‘Into Battle With You’!”

Everyone at their table was jumping up and yelling excitedly, and Eddie could barely breathe. He desperately wanted to kiss Steve, but he knew he had to wait.

He felt Steve’s eyes on him the entire walk to the stage with his boys, the whole speech he gave, and the whole walk backstage.

The post-interview process was annoying, especially when they all just wanted to get back to their dates, but it had to be done.

Pictures were taken, hugs were given, and they were finally given the chance to go back to their table.

“Dude, how did we beat Metallica? This feels like a dream,” Jeff asked, eyes still a bit wide in disbelief.

“Don’t question it, they might reconsider,” Gareth threw in.

Eddie was laser focused on sitting down at the table to talk to Steve, even if they had to have distance between them.

But when they got to the table, Steve was gone.

Eddie tried not to panic. Maybe he needed to use the restroom and thought Eddie would be longer.

But five minutes passed and he still wasn’t back. He turned to the guy who’d spoken to him earlier.

“Hey, have you seen my assistant?”

“Yeah, he said he had to get some air.”

“Thanks.”

Eddie wasn’t even thinking when he stood up and made his way outside, their manager whisper shouting at him to sit down.

Steve was more important.

It took too long to get outside, guests and press and guards congratulating him the whole way out. They had blocked off the side exit for everyone to leave later, made sure the side road was secure and only approved vehicles got through. Steve was probably here somewhere.

But he wasn’t. Eddie started to panic.

He walked up to the valet to ask if he’d seen him. He hadn’t.

Then he walked up to a guard by the end of the road. He hadn’t seen him either.

Maybe they missed each other somehow, maybe he’d gone back inside and there were too many people to see Eddie coming outside.

But as he looked across the road at a diner that somehow still remained on this strip of fancy dining and coffee shops, he saw him.

He was sitting at a table with a milkshake in front of him. Two straws.

Eddie bit his lip to keep from crying.

Back in Hawkins, they weren’t able to really go on dates. Robin would sometimes third wheel just so they would be less suspicious, but it was awkward. But at the diner, they could get a booth in the back, share a milkshake, and no one would see or question it if Steve’s hand slipped across the table to run his fingers across Eddie’s arm.

Eddie ran to the diner, he had to be with Steve right now.

When he walked up to the table, Steve smiled up at him.

“Got your favorite,” he said, gesturing for Eddie to sit across from him.

So Eddie did, because if Steve wanted him, he had him.

That’s how it’s been for years, that’s how it always would be.

Steve reached a hand over to run his fingers over his arm, smiling at him fondly.

“I’m proud of you, Eds. So proud.”

Eddie wasn’t going to cry.

But the way Steve was looking at him, he couldn’t hold back the tears.

They sat like that, enjoying their milkshake, for probably longer than they should have.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see people slowly leaving the awards, rushing into vehicles, not paying attention to the diner across the street.

But eventually, they knew they needed to go, needed to find the guys so they knew they were safe.

Eddie went up to the counter, felt Steve’s eyes on him the whole time.

“All set?” The woman behind the register asked with a smile.

“Yes ma’am.”

“That’ll be $2.50.”

Eddie handed her a $20 bill and told her to keep the change, pay for someone else’s bill if she felt like it, and she nodded.

“You know, that boy must love you a whole lot to be lookin’ at you like that.”

“Hm?” Eddie asked as he turned to see Steve watching him with a content grin. “Oh. Yeah, he’s obsessed with me.”

The woman smirked.

“And you?”

“Oh, I’m so obsessed with him, I wrote an entire album about him. Just won an award for my obsession.”

“Good. You take care of each other.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Eddie walked over to the table to help Steve up, but separated again before they walked outside to join the now heavier crowd waiting for their cars.

———

The next day, the news was focused on all the Grammy winners, Corroded Coffin among them. Steve proudly read aloud from the newspaper delivered to their hotel room, standing up completely naked and reading it theatrically.

But when he got towards the end, he froze.

His brows furrowed and the line in his forehead got bigger.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“There’s a picture of us. At the diner.”

“Oh?”

“We look…”

Eddie walked over to see what he was talking about.

Even in the blurry black and white newspaper image, you could see the love between them. It would be impossible to deny what was going on there.

Eddie smiled and leaned in to kiss the corner of Steve’s mouth.

“Alright?”

Steve looked at him, searching his face for any sign of panic, smiling when he didn’t find any.

“Perfect. This is perfect.”

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  Pricklywhicket/@messessentialist ! Prickleywhicket has four fics published to AO3 -- All in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by pricklywhicket:

so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey

it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)

start by pulling him out of the fire

"Sadie is so super talented in the way she describes literally everything. She is so good at writing and it's a shame that she's flown under the radar because she's not the quickest at putting things out there." -- Anonymous

Below the cut, Pricklywhicket answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Why do any of us write anything? Because we want the story to exist in the world, and it doesn’t yet, so we gotta hike up our pants and do it ourselves!

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Hurt/Comfort. I’m always a sucker for the blorbos taking care of one another, in whatever form that takes. This has always been true, across a truly astronomical number of fandoms I’ve found myself dabbling in over the years.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

…actually, probably hurt/comfort! I just need to get those little dudes some validation and unconditional positive regard, okay?

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I’m sure I won’t be the first one to say this, but: I HAVE TO PICK ONE????? Okay, alright. I can do this. I’m gonna say…Sanctuary by SpicedSage.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’ve only written canon or canon-adjacent fic so far, so I’m eager to work on something that’s completely AU. I think there’s a unique challenge to keeping characters recognizable as themselves in a world that might not have all the same contexts that made them into that person.

What is your writing process like?

I would love to say it’s super organized and well-planned, but the truth is it’s mostly about routine and responsibility. I set aside time to do it every day, even if I can only tap out a few sentences. I’m not very strict about writing in a straight line - I can stop a scene if it’s giving me trouble, write a note about what I think happens in some [brackets], and move on to something that I have more fully fleshed-out ideas for. Sometimes writing the next scene helps you know more about what needs to happen in the current one. 

Do you have any writing quirks?

I'm sure my betas would say yes 🙃 I tend to write a lot of dialogue - a lot of my revision process is going back through and realizing I have two pages of a conversation with no indication of what’s physically happening in the world around the speakers.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Definitely when I’m finished. Prior to my ‘23 bang fic, I had never written anything chaptered. I knew going in that I could NOT start posting if it wasn’t finished, because I’ve been burned too many times by abandoned works. I didn’t want to do that to people reading my fic, and the best way to avoid it is to finish before you post.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Easily start by pulling him out of the fire. The biggest, most ambitious thing I’ve ever attempted - I still kind of can’t believe I wrote 85k.

How did you get the idea for start by pulling him out of the fire?

Like most terrible ideas, it was spawned in a fandom discord chat. We were discussing the tendency of Steddie fics to centralize the party at Steve’s house, because his parents are never there anyway. And then someone mentioned what if the parents came home and found their house occupied, and someone else mentioned Wayne being there, and it just sort of…spiraled out from there.

When writing start by pulling him out of the fire, what was something you didn’t expect?

I had no idea, going in, that I was going to write a comprehensive history of the Wayne and Eddie Munson relationship. I started writing it where I did to give some background on Wayne’s existing distaste for the elder Harrington, and then I just…kept writing. Over the course of a month or two I wrote 20k of WayneAndEddie that I had no idea was in me - it just kept coming.

What inspired it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)?

@wynnyfryd. It was a gift for her birthday. We were talking about our mutual love of Letterkenny, and she mentioned that the episode was her favorite and wouldn’t it be funny if someone wrote… and the rest is history.

What was your favorite part to write from it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)?

I had an unreasonable amount of fun with that one in general. But I think my favorite part was Eddie polling the party about what Steve means to them all. It was fun to sort of put myself in each character’s shoes and think about how they would answer. Plus y’know, any excuse to unironically love on Steve Harrington.

How do/did you feel writing so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey?

I believe my exact words upon deciding to write it were “jingles miserably to a blank google doc.” This was a classic case of saying “god I wish there was a fic where—” and having friends tell me that it was now my responsibility to write it. I’m glad I did, though. I love that story, and it proved to me that I could write sex and publish it and not burst into flames. I also just really, really love summer storms. And Wayne’s use of the singular ‘herpe.’

What was the most difficult part of writing so let's sneak in from the cheap seats honey?

Getting over the fear of publishing something E-rated. It was just something I hadn’t done, and I had a lot of anxiety that people were not going to respond well to it. I made three people individually review the sex scenes before I even asked anyone to beta the full fic. Of course I was worried for nothing, the reception for that fic was super lovely and gave me the confidence boost I needed to attempt start by pulling him out of the fire!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

This is like asking me to pick a favorite child. I’ll say this: most of my favorite lines in start by pulling him out of the fire were taken directly from conversations @wormdebut and I had about the fic. She’s my number one cheerleader and sounding board, and sometimes she’s so goddamn funny that I just have to include it. You have her to thank, for instance, for Steve quite literally dropping his croissant when he first sees Eddie in glasses.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I have a couple of irons in the fire, but nothing I’m ready to share just yet! I’ve been taking a breather from writing (blame baldur’s gate 3, okay) but my WIPs are still very much IP. Stay tuned!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Not that I can think of!

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[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Seven

Prompt: Morsel Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin Word Count: 750 Notes: Digimon AU

Master List

A typical physical therapy session these days was walking on a treadmill for Nomin. After several successful weeks of building up her muscle and stamina, she was getting back into the swing of even doing short jogs. The string of successes left Nomin coming home all smiles as she did her own physical training later in her room. She had been doing arm curls with two kilo dumbbells, and then squats with an eight kilo kettlebell.

Teiamon was an excellent hypewoman herself, cheering on Nomin and even doing little exercises alongside her.

“That’s twenty!” Teiamon happily chirped, hopping up and then staying afloat in the air with a big smile on her face as she fluttered about. “You reached your goal, Nomin!”

The kettlebell was lowered to the ground and hit the rug with a rather audible thud. Nomin, though clearly breathing hard from exerting herself, stood up straight and grinned. She had been doing her stretches and exercises consistently every other day for a month now. Progress had been…well, it felt frustrating in the beginning, but now that Nomin had been able to actually lift and last much longer, she could not help but show her joy at the improvement.

“So, are you going to take Estinien up on his offer to do physical therapy with you?” Teiamon asked, hovering closer to Nomin. There was a bit of a tease to her tone as her smile turned cat-like.

Nomin’s face scrunched in response as she frowned. She would have happily taken Estinien up on his offer -- she had no idea he was actually into fitness and having an exercise regimen, truth be told. But…Nomin looked over to the full length mirror in her room, her expression falling as she looked at the fuzz of hair that sprouted from her head.

“I…would feel better seeing him…anyone, really, if I had a wig on… Just…you know, stretching and exercising with them on isn’t easy when I don’t use any adhesives to keep them on,” Nomin sighed. This response caused Teiamon to puff up and then flit over to perch herself on Nomin’s head.

“It’s just hair!” Teiamon said. “It’s already growing back, and it feels so soft! I think if anyone really likes being with you and around you, they won’t care that your hair is the way it is!”

Nomin gave an amused scoff. “Easy for you to say. You’re just a little ball of fluff and feathers!”

“And you love me!” Teiamon laughed, nuzzling Nomin’s head.

“More like I’m stuck with you, you little scamp,” Nomin shot back, reaching up and lifting Teiamon into her arms. The two of them giggled together, a bond formed over six years of having known one another. Nomin eventually settled, and she pet Teiamon idly. “But…maybe you’re right. I mean…he certainly didn’t have to visit me all that time in the hospital.”

“You can cross that bridge when you get to it,” Teiamon reassured Nomin. “If you’re shy about it, I’m not gonna tell you to go out of your way to be uncomfortable around people.”

“Yeah, I know. Thank you, Teiamon. I do appreciate you putting some things into perspective for me at least. But…yeah, let me warm up to it.”

Just then, the sound of Nomin’s phone buzzing as it vibrated against the top of her dresser surprised she and Teiamon both.

Walking toward it, Nomin released Teiamon back into the air before grabbing it to see the notification. She had a text from Estinien.

“... It’s almost like he knew we were talking about him just a little bit ago,” Nomin commented.

“Maybe he does!”

“That would be concerning,” Nomin replied, shooting Teiamon a sheepish smile. She then viewed the text in its entirety.

‘Do you want to go to the Festival of Lights in the next hour or two? No Digimon allowed, unfortunately…’

Humming in thought, Nomin looked toward Teiamon with a bit of a frown. She explained briefly the text she received. “Would you be fine staying here with Esenaij and Bayarmaa? I assume Gonetomon has a plan to stay behind wherever Estinien lives.”

“I’m fine staying here! Besides, Bayarmaa gives me so many delicious treats and morsels sometimes!” Teiamon was clearly overjoyed by the prospect of her expected scenario, flying in circles overhead before diving into Nomin’s bed and hopping around excitedly.

“You seem more excited to stay here with my siblings than coming with me,” Nomin shot. “You sure you’re not actually one of their partner Digimon?”

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 7 - Hazy Spring Weather

*Typing*

Tsuzuru: …Ughh, this one’s not… and this one’s too boring…

Tsuzuru: (I know they said the performance is gonna be the way it always is, but how am I supposed to not have that in the back of my mind?)

Tsuzuru: (Just what kinda script will give us a surefire shot at being nominated…?)

Tsuzuru: (Not only do we need to gain new fans, but we need to keep the fans we have now too…)

Citron: …

Tsuzuru: Aghhh, I got nothing…

Citron: Tsuzuru! It is time for our strategy meeting!

Tsuzuru: !? Ah, gotcha.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: I do get why you’re worried, Tsuzuru-kun.

Izumi: The burden we’re all carrying is different from what we’re used to, so I’m sure you don’t even know where to start with picking a theme.

Masumi: Not only the theme, but we’ve got to figure out the lead and co-lead too.

Chikage: So a theme and casting that’ll bring in more votes for us, huh…

Tsuzuru: Thinking about it like that makes me feel even more overwhelmed.

Citron: This is the age of core between fractions without the blood and tears!

Tsuzuru: …

Citron: Tsuzuru, you do not even have the strength to correct me!?

Itaru: It’s score between traction, right?

Citron: It is war between factions! Even Itaru is going crazy!

Chikage: Regardless, the pressure that’s being put on Tsuzuru is immense.

Tsuzuru: I was completely absorbed in writing during our first performance, so this is an entirely different kinda pressure than it was back then.

Tsuzuru: And even though the act-off with the First Generation was really hard, at least our opponent was clear, but with this, it’s just…

Chikage: Our opponents this time are every other theater company and the general public who’ll be voting. There’s just too many opponents, so there’s no way to know what the right answer is.

Tsuzuru: Assuming there even is a right answer, to begin with…

Itaru: You’ve got a point.

Sakuya: At the end of the day, all we can do is go back to just trying to do our best to perform.

Itaru: That said, it’s hard to tell exactly what our best is.

Tsuzuru: You’re right about that…

Masumi: What even is a play that’s like our Spring Troupe?

Chikage: Like us, huh?

Sakuya: What kinda play would that be…?

Izumi: …

Izumi: Let’s do the event.

Sakuya: Huh?

Izumi: The workshop for beginners we put on hold.

Izumi: How about you try remembering what you’re doing this for, going back to your origin, and trying to just enjoy theater with people who are doing it for the first time?

Sakuya: Remembering what we’re doing this for…

Sakuya: …So like, remembering how fun it was to be on stage for the first time, and finally feeling like you had a place to belong.

Tsuzuru: Yeah, that might actually work.

Tsuzuru: I want others to feel the excitement I felt when I first stood on stage.

Sakuya: Exactly. I want others to know just how interesting theater really is.

Itaru: There are some things you don’t realize until you actually do something for yourself.

Chikage: So seeing the participants experience things like that to help us remember how we felt in the past, huh…

Citron: Now it is time for us to go back to our fruits!

Tsuzuru: You mean roots?

Citron: Tsuzuru is finally back!

Itaru: I think it’ll be good for us to try new things within our skill range.

Masumi: I want to try it.

Izumi: Alright, it’s decided! I’ll let Kazunari-kun know.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: That’s not too heavy, is it, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: I’m okay. I even have enough strength left to be able to carry you like a princess too.

Izumi: That won’t be necessary.

Izumi: Let’s bring those flyers to the store that always lets us put up posters there.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Towa’s Aunt: Towa, can you put these out on the table when you take a break?

Towa: Got it.

Izumi: Oh?

Towa: !?!?

Towa: No way, I can’t believe I’m getting to see my oshi this often… was moving to Tokyo like some kinda platinum ticket that guarantees me a response from my oshi…!?

Izumi: No, I think it’s just a coincidence.

Masumi: Can’t believe we ran into this annoying guy again…

Izumi: Do you work here part-time?

Towa: This is my aunt’s shop, I’m staying here with her.

Izumi: I see.

Izumi: Ah, right-- we just printed these flyers, if you’d like to take a look at one.

*Paper rustles*

Towa: Beginners workshop…?

Izumi: You said that you have yet to see a play live, and maybe I’m being a bit presumptuous here, but…

Izumi: This is an event we came up with after talking to you, Towa-kun.

Izumi: It’d be an opportunity for you to get to know even more of the charm of theater and Spring Troupe, we’d love for you to come.

Towa: Ahh… umm…

Masumi: Director invited you, so you better come.

Izumi: Masumi-kun, that’s not how we invite someone to do something!

Izumi: If you’re really interested in it, just consider it, okay?

Towa: Yeah…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

momo has entered the chat.

momo: My ability to draw my oshi to me is so strong it’s starting to kinda freak me out, and just thinking about acting in front of him is making me pray for death /neg, but I really wanna observe him momo: I don’t wanna embarrass myself in front of all of Spring Troupe shiki: It’s for beginners, so it’s it normal for people to not be very good at first, isn’t it?

Kar has entered the chat.

Kar: Sup. Whatcha talkin abt? Iv: bestie got invited to a beginner’s workshop by his oshi but can’t make up his mind if he wants to go Kar: Who wouldn’t go? Iv: that’s what i’m saying like

momo: Butbutbutbutbut Iv: just go and check it out Kar: And if you chicken out, just go home shiki: It’d be a waste to not go since you were personally invited. And if you don’t go, you’ll just regret it later, right? momo: Okay, yeah, but

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[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Vriska Serket has too much propaganda for this post! You can find her propaganda post here.

Galadriel:

ok so by the time LotR rolls around she’s a fancy queen in a whole special girl kingdom but she STARTED as the youngest daughter of the youngest son of a king, with five million cousins and three older siblings who were all older and probably better-respected than her; and then some shit happens and the king dies and they all decide to leave Elf Heaven in order to chase down the guy who killed their grandfather, and she is SPECIFICALLY noted as wanting to leave because she wants to rule a kingdom of her own, and she can’t do that in Elf Heaven where there aren’t any openings to rule bc everyone already has a king. so she goes with most of her extended family to try and make their way across the ocean and back to the continent their grandparents travelled to Elf Heaven from, where they hope to avenge the king and also rule some kingdoms (although it’s worth noting!! that other people already live there, and they all KNOW this), and then some more stuff happens and some of her cousins on the “leaving” side start a fight that escalates into a pitched battle where they kill! her mother’s father’s people! (bc she’s also a princess on her mom’s side, lol) and in some versions tolkien decided that she actually fought AGAINST her cousins and killed some people in defense of her mom’s side (which is a BIG DEAL for an elf to Choose to do). after this, her dad is like “actually i Will Not be leaving with you people, murder is Not Okay and i’m going back home to ask the gods for forgiveness and if you had any sense you would too” but galadriel decides SHE’S STILL GOING. anyways then some more stuff happens and her entire extended family on her dad’s side dies, but not before killing some more of her extended family on her mom’s side and also (indirectly) her favorite brother; amongst all this she spends some time as a handmaiden in her great-uncle’s court but eventually decides that that’s not enough for her, so she packs up and heads further east to found her own kingdom, which incidentally will be populated not by her own close family’s subjects, but by some people who at one point were subjects of her great-uncle and may or may not have decided to leave his rule. and then once all the first age drama has died down, even though there is very much a new, undisputed high king of their people on her father’s side who’s still ruling (and doing a damn good job of it), she just Doesn’t swear fealty to him or join his court. instead she founds her own realm. some more intrigue happens and sauron stuff too and she’s forced out of power so she leaves; there’s a war, the king of the place she’s been staying in dies, and then a while later there’s Another big Problem and his son (the new king) just dips, so she just Executively Decides that she’s gonna be in charge of his people now, and THAT’S how she became the Lady of Lothlorien. and then she hangs out being Queen (functionally, if not nominally) there for like two thousand years while occasionally going other places to use her vast magical powers to fight sauron but mostly she just protects her fancy special kingdom. and then LotR happens and she does some mind magic on the entire Fellowship which is also at least a LITTLE creepy, and she admits that she’s Very into the idea of having the power of the One Ring, but doesn’t take it bc she’s got Wisdom now (and also imo bc she’s HAD her chance to rule a kingdom for a very long time so she doesn’t crave power now in the same way she did when she was young). and tolkien writes about her like she’s Perfect but genuinely she’s kinda fucked up and power-hungry! good for her!

[spnfanficpond]

January 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

The Unconventional Meet-Cute by @schizonephilim

I wanted to read something different from my usual go-to, and I had this story in my To Be Read 'pile' for a while, so I read chapter 1! I can't wait to read chapter 2. It's really well-written and the sexy times are awesome.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Full of Grace by ilovehowyouletmefall (AO3)

I love this fic. I have read this thing so many times. I love the intimacy and how they develop organically. How Cas just takes why Dean gives and it’s how it should be in my head. It’s sweet and fluffy. I wish Dean would stop calling Cas “pal” as if he’s fucking Mickey Mouse and Pluto but it’s amazing. I return to it a lot. It’s a comforting story that deals with mental health and I’m glad it’s set in heaven.

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This is sooo good. It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times. Must read.

Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times.

Heartstring Promenade by @winchester-reload

This is the ending to the series I wanted.

Destiel's 1st Time by @chaoticmotherofall

Holy shit. Wow, primal. Rawr. Must read smut. I think it’s the scene most of the fandom would want to see if they could. Sorry, not sorry.

Dean's Delights by Redamber79 (AO3)

Destiel. Baker Dean. Can smell each other through blockers. Insecure Cas. Love it! He just wants to eat Dean up and kind of does! True mates are delicious, don’t ya think?

The Company by CasCase (AO3)

You’re gonna get intimidated by the language of ballet vocab but don’t worry, it isn’t important. It’s such an amazing love story and so well written. Wow. There is even artwork of the seriously important emotional scenes that just make it so much better. Omg! I wish this was a fucking movie because it’d be gorgeous!

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) by @almassi

Schmoopy fluffiness. I love it! I also love that Cas actually gets everything but doesn’t show it. Lol. He got the references.

truly there's nobody for you but me by Abi_in_the_Cosmos (AO3)

Omfg, hotness. Cas so teasing Dean. The shorts are used. The shorts in the BTS on the show of Jensen wearing denim short shorts, which of course Dean says they exist for an in-story reason. I don’t care. It’s great.

this heart and flesh shall fail by ValandraWrites (AO3)

Monsterfucker story, technically. Great story. Dean is not technically underaged despite what it says. Twist ending. Beautiful story with a sexy but sad twist.

The Biological Ways by @sitruunavohveli

Three words: Accidental office romance Destiel! A/b/o! Love it. Love that it’s Charlie too. Yay! I also am a huge fan of this author’s works. I’ve had the pleasure of working with them and they’re just amazing to work with. Please check them out.

Weighted by amireal, tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. Thank you both!

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Nominated by @deeranger

When There's Only You by AnOddSock (AO3)

It's such a visceral and extremely well-written story, dark and full of intense angst but at the same time it highlights that profound tenderness and affection between Sam and Dean. The whole "there is no me if there is no you". I was on the edge of my seat all the way through, my heart breaking for the brothers in such a delightful way. This fic is a great rollercoaster ride, like a dark porn with a substantial amount of well-thought-out plot. Heed the tags though... Your feels might not come out intact.

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Nominated by @spnexploration

She Thought She Was Normal (series) by @aylacavebear

This is @Aylacavebear's first fic she's putting out into the wild and it's going to be a long multi-chapter journey. What a way to start! This first chapter takes us to poor Maria as a child, who has just lost her mother to a yellow-eyed demon, and Bobby sets her and her Dad up with Sam and Dean. Can't wait to see the whole journey!

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This was adorable!! The whole concept of cuddlibus was so cute and I loved when both Dean and Cas were trying to get more out of the relationship but thinking the other didn't want it. And including Sam's cuddlibus daughter was also adorable

Power Grows out of the Barrel of a Gun by Alaisabel (AO3)

I absolutely loved this AU. There are so many twists and turns and I had such a fun time working out what was going on. Dean is so anti-authority and he ends up in a relationship with Cas, a cop.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Fluffy Faerie Tales (series) by @ladylilithprime

This universe and the characters in it are so fascinating! Sam and Dean are half-fae, and Jimmy and Cas have a backstory that is wildly different than anything else I've ever read! (No spoilers!) Sam/Cas/Jimmy is a threesome I've never read before, I don't think, and I'm loving it. So far, all of these stories are filled with plenty of fluff, and the perfect way to end my day. Sweet dreams of faeries and friends are always welcome!

Cuddle Deprivation and Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

I am now OBSESSED with the idea of cuddlibi!!! Like those who have nominated this story above, I find this idea adorable and sweet. And Cas is just SO SWEET! And there's so much delicious pining in both of these stories!! I now want to read ALL the cuddlibus stories!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

[rollercoasterwords]

i’m sure you have such a busy life doing great lovely things but this is my formal request as someone who has read literally all of your ao3 works and is your secret #1 stan

baby i need a long form jegulus fic from you so bad please im on my hands and knees

nothing fades like the light was so delicious but i needed MORE 😭

the really good jegulus fics are LACKING we need a hero and i nominate you

if you’re feeling bored crazy silly goofy this summer……. you know what to do.

hi! i know this message is intended to be complimentary and i’m glad u enjoy my writing but please don’t send me stuff like this lol. not once have i ever indicated that i take requests nor that i want to and it is actually quite odd to ask a stranger to write you a book for free!

like. i’m trying to say this as gently as possible but these kinds of messages are just. SO out of touch. it takes hours for me to write a single ch of a fic, hundreds of hours to write long-form novel length fics—it’s a labor of love, which is why i do it, but it’s still labor. and i’m not gonna work for anyone but myself for free! i am an adult who is in school and working two jobs on top of that to make ends meet and my main concern this summer will be making sure i can pay my rent, not writing fanfiction!

like. in an ideal world i’d be getting paid at least $20/hr for my labor. let’s estimate that it takes ~5 hours for me to write one ch. if u want like a 20-30 ch book length fic, that would run u about $2-3k. and i still might be undervaluing my own work there! does that help put into perspective the amount of work this is? and not just the amount of work i’m doing, but the amount of work ANY fanfic writer is doing, and sharing for free? please realize that it is actually insane that people are ALREADY writing & sharing free books with you.

also. not really sure what u mean when u say really good jegulus fics are lacking and honestly that is a mean thing to say! i know u mean it as a compliment to me but i do not want any compliments that put other writers down. there are lots of really talented and wonderful writers pouring their time and effort into longform jegulus fics; i’m sure you can find some that u like if u spend some time looking. and this is definitely not the place to look bc ‘nothing fades like the light’ is probably the only jegulus fic i will ever write simply bc i don’t like regulus v much! lol

anyway. want to reiterate that i’m trying to say this all gently bc im assuming that u are maybe someone young who does not write fic and/or does not have to worry abt paying rent etc and that’s why maybe u didn’t understand how this message would come across. but please take this as a learning opportunity to understand why this is a very weird thing to send someone and definitely do not send me messages like this again lol

[redahlia-writes]

it's all happening. | javi gutierrez

Abstract: “You know, if you get bored of the industry, you’d make a great motivational speaker,” you hummed, and he chuckled, bowing his head a little.

“Oddly enough, not the first time I’ve been told that,” he admitted, shifting back–you missed the weight of his hand right away, curling your fingers over your lap as you hunched forward ever so slightly. “But before I get bored, I’d like to work with you.”

Words: 2.9K

Content: f!reader (actress); unedited, general anxiety, insecurities, meet cute (question mark), javi being comforting, cursing

A/N: this came to me in a dream. i did write it on a sort of rush and also with a fever/flu thing going on, so be merciful, i don't know how coherent it can be

also on AO3 - masterlist

reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated. you can send it here, too

The door creaked when you opened it, making you flinch your eyes shut as you slid inside.

“Careful,” a deep voice called from inside the barely-lit room, and you jumped around, eyes opening wide as you let the door accidentally slam behind you. “Your dress.”

“Shit–sorry, didn’t think anybody would be in here,” you whispered breathlessly, one hand coming up to rest above your hammering heart. You looked down then, the hem of your dress caught inside the door. A lovely dress, really, with rich, soft fabrics you only dreamt of when you were a kid–at the moment, though, it only felt like a hindrance. “Oh, for Christ’s sake,” you muttered to yourself, with a roll of your eyes.

“Need a hand?” the voice came again, a shuffle of shoes against the floor as the person stepped forward. You looked up then, and in the low lights coming from the setting sun outside the window you managed to make out a head of carefully styled curls, a jacketless suit, a loose tie–up a little more, a concerned, gentle expression.

“That’s alright, I’ll–I can find another room,” you said quickly, turning the handle–the door creaked again, the tension on the skirt of your dress being released once it was freed from its clutch. “Sorry to bother you.”

“It was no bother, really–you can stay,” he said, a little sheepish. “Better not to risk running into whoever it is you’re hiding from,” he offered, a grin in his words that made you chuckle and, albeit after a moment of hesitation, close the door again–this time, you pulled the dress inside with you, fabric rustling under your touch.

“I’m not hiding from anyone, I was just–” with a sigh, you stepped deeper in the room, kicking off your shoes at the third too-loud noise of the heel. “I needed a break from the crowd. Everybody is so–”

“Drunk?” he offered at your thinking pause, making you chuckle softly.

“I was gonna say loud–guess the two go hand in hand,” after another moment of pondering, gaze shifting over each seat of the room, you opted to sink on the floor instead, dress pooling around you. You used to dream of times like this.

“Is that all?” he wondered, gentle-voiced, lowering himself by your side. You arched your eyebrows and looked up at him mid-sitting, and he froze. “Sorry, it’s just–you don’t seem to be so thrilled to be nominated for such a big prize, and on your debut nonetheless,” his posture stiffened slightly more at his words, and he shifted to his knees with a worried expression. “Not a creep, I swear, I’m–”

“I know who you are, Mr. Gutierrez,” you said with a soft smile, and accepted his extended hand. It was warm, engulfing yours almost completely as he shook it, shoulders relaxing–though his expression shifted, a half-grimace as he sat down fully.

“I’ll never get used to that–call me Javier, please,” he held your hand–or you held his, you weren’t really sure, its warmth oddly soothing–a heartbeat longer, then pulled back. “Javi, actually, even better,” your smile widened, both hands curling against your chest.

“Alright then, Javi,” he shot you a bashful grin, resting his back against the wall.

His attentive gaze made your dress suddenly feel less constricting, and you eased back as well, letting your hands fall to the ground to support yourself. It felt like a paradox–dressed in such a beautiful gown, but sitting on the floor like a child. Perhaps there were certain things one never grew out of.

“So, is something wrong?” he asked carefully, still gentle, and you let your eyes flutter shut, head tipped back.

“I guess I’m just nervous,” you hummed, and let yourself lean back more and more until you were lying down on the floor–your stylist wouldn’t be happy seeing you like this, but you trusted your ability to fix everything that needed fixing before getting out again. You groaned softly. “First time–always hated first times.”

“Anybody’s nervous at their first nomination,” tilting your head slightly, you watched as Javi shrugged, one leg bent to prop up his arm. “Actually, every nomination is nerve wracking. You get used to it,” you chuckled, the sound coming from that part of you that still could not believe all this was happening. And then you sighed.

“It’s not the nomination itself–I mean, that too, it’s–” you covered your eyes with one hand, face scrunching up in a grimace. “Frist time. First nomination. What about afterwards?” you groaned softly again, dropping your hands to your sides and staring up at the ceiling–you could feel Javi’s gaze on you, and at the corner of your eye you could see his head slightly tilted. “Sounds so stupid said out loud.”

“It doesn’t,” he reassured, his hand tapping gently the back of yours closest to him. “What about afterwards?” he echoed then, shifting as if to get closer.

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” you admitted in a lower voice, before taking a deep breath. “But if it does happen–that’s what everybody will expect of me from now on, is it not? Outstanding performances, grand films, this debut over and over again, and–what if it was a one time thing? What if I’ll never reach this level again? I’ll just disappoint people. The industry. Whatever,” you exhaled, a hand rising up to your stomach, where the knot had tightened with each word and it had made your body tense up again. “God, you must think me so dumb for complaining about this–I feel dumb for complaining about it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, and–”

“Just because it’s something you wanted, doesn’t mean it can’t be scary,” he brushed across the knuckles of the hand you still had at your side, then chuckled softly. “I had a gun pointed at me, and waiting for the winner after my first nomination still scared the shit out of me,” at that, you pulled your head up almost too quickly. He cleared his throat, shaking his head dismissively. “Another story, it’s–which role did you audition for, initially?” you frowned again, and he tapped one of your fingernails. “Humor me.”

“Side character–the one that gets killed off halfway through the movie,” he grinned, expression somewhat softening.

“And then?” he tapped again, this time a little higher, right above one of your rings.

“I got a call back,” you shrugged. “They had me read for her again, and then needed a stand-in for the main character during somebody else’s audition, and I was there.”

“And then they picked you,” the last tap was against the back of your hand as he leaned forward, and with a sigh you let your head drop back. “You didn’t have enough faith in yourself to try for the main right away, but they saw right through you.”

“It was just luck,” you murmured, fingers drumming across your stomach.

“Was it, though?” you saw him shift slightly on his spot, sitting now cross-legged, his knee resting against the fold of your dress. “I think casting saw it as fate, rather. And talent.”

“I get your logic, but I can’t help wondering if this’ll be a one-off,” there was a pause at your admission, and then Javi’s hand slid underneath yours, holding it with gentleness.

“I don’t think it will–there’s something here, something great,” you found yourself sitting up with the help of his hold, a newfound fierceness in his gaze that shimmered ridiculously in the low lights. “Nick thinks it, too.”

“Nick?” you frown, and then realization dawns on you, sending a shudder down to the pit of your stomach. “As in, the Nicolas Cage?”

“Yes,” he said it as if it were the most obvious thing, with a little shrug of his shoulders. “Actually, it was him who told me to watch your film. Said he saw that something.”

“Fuck me,” you hissed, eyes widening. “Sorry, just–oh, God,” the hand he wasn’t holding rose to your chest, averting your gaze as you took a slow breath in–Javi squeezed your hand then, a centering force that made you exhale. “It’s all happening.”

“It’s all happening,” he repeated, and then, looking at each other, you both said:

“Almost Famous,” followed by soft laughter, your body leaning forward until you rested your forehead on his shoulder–and prayed none of the make-up would transfer on his white shirt.

“Don’t let it get to you–the expectations, or whatever it is you think you must do to appease others,” another squeeze and you straightened your back, meeting his gaze. “There’ll be really really bad movies and then really really good ones, it’s just how it goes, but you gotta keep going, you have–”

“Something?” you smiled then, tilting your head slightly. He smiled, bashful all over again.

“Talent–a gift, and you know how to use it,” his nod was as reassuring as the pressure of his hand, and you had the fleeting thought of asking him to stay at your side for the rest of the night if it helped keep your nerves in check.

“You know, if you get bored of the industry, you’d make a great motivational speaker,” you hummed, and he chuckled, bowing his head a little.

“Oddly enough, not the first time I’ve been told that,” he admitted, shifting back–you missed the weight of his hand right away, curling your fingers over your lap as you hunched forward ever so slightly. “But before I get bored, I’d like to work with you.”

For a moment, you had to wonder if it was a joke–because despite the ease of your conversation, of his mere presence, he was the guy who could call Nicolas Cage just Nick, such a known face and name that, in any other circumstance, would’ve had your gaze lowered in awe. But then again you were both sitting on the floor, his tie was askew and he held your hand before panic could truly get the best of you–so why would he?

“Thank you,” you murmured, and his smile turned wide and bright. Tentatively, you reached over for his tie, fixing it with a careful touch. “Has my crisis stopped you from going anywhere?”

“Oh, no,” he chuckled, tilting his chin slightly up to make your job easier. “I’m hiding from the press until the ceremony starts–I’m avoiding questions about my ex.”

“I’m really not looking forward to that,” you hummed, tightening the knot before fixing his collar, too. “Questions about your personal life sound like hell.”

“See? You’re already thinking like a big star,” he grinned, making you scoff. “You get over it–or you run away. But not tonight.”

“No, not tonight,” you nodded, before inhaling deeply. “Alright, I better go then.”

“Very well–the extra loud cheering you might hear will be mine,” he said, almost beaming. You scoffed again at him, dismissively, and pulled yourself up. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you reached for the closest lamp–tall and intricately adorned–turning the light on to make sure you could fix your dress properly. It wasn’t wrinkled, a quick brush front and back ridding it of the few specks of dust clinging to the fabric.

Javi was looking up at you, dark eyes wide and soft, his hair still tousled and his lips slightly parted as he leaned back against the wall. It wasn’t odd anymore, feeling somebody’s gaze on you–but warmth still spread from your chest to your limbs under his gaze, an hesitation in your step as you went to recover your shoes, too.

“Could I get your number?” you staggered a little and caught yourself, clearing your throat as you looked away, then back, then away again.

“For work, or is there another reason, Javi?” you tried, voice a little lower–shy, almost, but not quite.

“Little bit of both?” he admitted, that sheepish smile returning to his face. “Depends on how tonight goes, I’d say,” he added, and laughter caught you by surprise, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. “You said no jinxing,” he seemed to be justifying himself, though his smile betrayed him. Boyish, almost.

And, truthfully, you wouldn’t have minded either of the options.

“Give me your phone,” you stepped back towards him, hand extended–he was quick to fish into his pocket, recovering his on-mute phone and handing it to you. “Is this Mallorca?”

“I have a place there,” after a moment, he stood too, a few steps from you as you typed in the number. “I haven’t been in a while, actually.”

“Then if it happens,” you offered his phone back, tipping your chin up just a little, “perhaps you could do that to show me around. I’ve always wanted to go.”

Javi decided he liked you more with confidence straightening your back.

“Deal.”

A few hours later, he watched you walk across the stage once your name was called, smiling wide and breathing quickly, but your head held high–he was too far back for you to see him from there, but he smiled back, cheering so loudly the table next to him turned with surprised expressions. You hadn’t prepared a speech, which he could’ve guessed, and with shaky hands you held the statuette in one hand, the microphone in the other, a list of thankings falling from your lips.

“And lastly, I want to thank the person who held my hand tonight in a dark room while I was spiraling,” though he was sure you couldn’t see him, you still were turned in his direction–and he smiled, while a few chuckles rippled through the crowd. “I guess you do owe me a trip now. And a story,” voices drowned out by his focus fully on you–your gaze lowering to the prize, the wide smile pulling at your lips. “I just can’t quite believe it yet–it’s all happening.”

[wonderlandleighleigh]

1, 2, 3

Abe told him he’d get nominated for a Tony with that play, and he was fucking right.

“Who are you taking as your date?” Midge asks playfully.

“Your father,” Lenny teases back as he sits on Susie’s office couch with another turnover. “He’ll look ravishing in an evening gown.”

Midge laughs - really laughs and puts her hands over her face. “Stop that.”

“Never,” Lenny smirks.

He’s been feeling more like himself since starting this journey with this place. Feeling like he’s doing something that maybe feeds his brain and his soul a little; something that doesn’t remind him quite so much of all the terrible things that have happened.

It’s nice.

More than nice.

“Just take Midge and be fucking done with it,” Susie complains. “You know you want to.”

He turns just a little red and looks up at her. “I would like that very much,” he tells her honestly. “But I understand if you’re nervous about being seen with me.”

She looks at him like he crazy. “Lenny.”

“I know what people think of me,” he states factually. “I don’t want it to hurt your career.”

“Lenny, you’re a Tony-nominated play write. Shut up and take the famous funny woman as your date,” Susie orders.

Midge laughs a little. “What she said.”

He shrugs and grins sheepishly. “If you insist.”

****

The three of them share a limo, and Susie knows she can trust them not to be complete idiots, but Lenny’s been flipping shit about the Tony’s for a week now, and she’s worried the guy might hyperventilate on the red carpet.

“He’s okay, right?” Susie mutters to Midge as they step out of the limo.

“He is,” Midge promises with a grin. “Papa offered to let him wear his cape, and it made him laugh -- the stupid laugh, so it was real.”

Susie relaxes a little. “Good. That’s good.” she turns to Lenny and brushes at his tux jacket. “Tits up, Lenny.”

“They’re too small to lift,” he reminds her.

Midge snickers a little and takes his arm. “We’re gonna get you through this. I promise.”

“Good, because I feel as though I may vomit,” he informs them.

“If you puke on this dress, I will kill you and steal your Tony,” she promises him.

“I don’t have a Tony, and I’m not likely to by the end of the night,” Lenny reminds her.

“Shut the fuck up, Lenny,” Susie orders as she heads down the carpet to talk to some reporters.

*****

They, of course, ask him about his date.

“Midge is a dear friend, and she graciously offered to accompany me so I would actually show up,” Lenny jokes, making the reporter he’s talking to laugh. “But she’s the best, isn’t she? So funny. So talented.”

“Is he talking about me instead of about the incredible play he wrote?” Midge asks as she steps up.

He just gives her a sheepish grin and gets back on the topic of his work, but Midge is kind enough to take his hand while he does.

*****

His hands shake as the director of the play settles the Tony Award in his hands and nudges him to the microphone to speak for the whole production.

He thanks the entire cast and crew and the producers, and his daughter and Susie and Midge, too.

“I’m very grateful to be here, and to have been adopted by the theater community. Thank you very much,” he says hurriedly as he steps back, letting the director have his own words.

In the audience, Midge is beaming up at him, and Susie is looking fucking pleased.

He smiles back and shakes the award at them in disbelief.

*****

“It’s very shiny,” Midge smiles as they get into the cab to go home. Susie had decided to head for an after party, but Lenny is tired, and for whatever reason, Midge chose to slip into the limo with him.

“Thank you, Midge,” he says softly. “It means a lot that you broke out your umbrella for me tonight.”

“I had fun,” she smiles at him. “And I’m so proud of you. I know things haven’t been easy.”

“Things are okay now,” Lenny assures her. “More than okay, really. I don’t know what comes next, but right now, things are good.”

“Good,” she says firmly. “You deserve good, Lenny.” 

He grins gently and pats her hand. “I appreciate that. All of it. Susie. You. Really.”

She turns to him, scooting closer. “Lenny.”

He lifts an eyebrow at her. “Don’t you look at me that way, Mrs. Maisel. I don’t have enough money in my bank account for you to want to marry me.”

Midge laughs softly and shoves at his face. “Asshole.”

He shrugs. “It never would have worked,” he says softly. “You and me. I’m a wreck, Midge. Look what’s happened to me since that night together. You don’t need this.”

She sighs softly, gazing at him. “Maybe that’s true. But it would have been sensational.”

Lenny smiles at her sadly and leans in, kissing her cheek. “You’re too good for me, Miriam.”

“Can we pretend that’s not true for one night?” she requests quietly. “Let’s go get a late fancy dinner and pretend like we got married last month and drink champagne and feed each other caviar or something?”

He chuckles softly and gazes at her. “One night of Mr. Weissman and Mrs. Bruce,” he ponders. “I don’t hate that idea, I have to admit.”

Midge smiles and leans in, kissing him lightly. “Okay, Mr. Weissman. I’m taking you to the Russian Tea room to celebrate.”

Lenny gives a low whistle, trying to recover from feeling lightheaded from the kiss. “That is fancy.”

“Only the best for my temporary hubby,” she promises playfully before leaning forward to tell the driver where to take them.

He watches her and smiles to himeslf.

[goldensunset]

i’m not about to draw a minimum of twelve entire pictures but i wanna do this anyway (i guess i could just edit the images in there but that’s lame lol)

•my favorite gym leader is probably either tulip or clay! something about tulip i just always found very endearing and respectable and i love clay’s no-nonsense attitude and sheer strength. plus he gets bonus points for his daughter being lacey

•fav champion is clearly volo. like how could you not classify that as a champion fight. that was so freaking hard man. runner up goes to kieran though bc he was also really hard for me. but of course if we’re talking official true pokémon league champions then cynthia

•fav elite four member has gotta be lacey. i adore her. first time i’ve ever lost to the same opponent multiple times in a fair fight (aka being prepared and on-level). she’s sooo cute and fun! she also terrifies me severely

•favorite protagonist is akari no surprise there. la does such a good job of making it clearly important why the protag is the protag. it offers a legitimate in-universe explanation as to why this one child in particular is so much more powerful than all the others. out of place in time and space, literally chosen by a god… the way certain characters question her humanity, both in a good and evil way… it’s so good

•favorite rival… well pokémon fans use the term rival really loosely. it can mean any friend character that you battle for funsies even once. it can mean literal arch nemesis. idk. arven stole my heart with his story but i don’t consider him a rival like most people do so that goes to cheren. i love his story and he has also mopped the floor with me several times

•favorite antagonist is also volo next question. i’m sick in the head about him. n is a strong and clear second place obviously though. i’ve done enough rambling on here about them

•professor laventon is the guy ever he feels like he actually personally cares about akari so much. that’s her dad. the way he’s actively involved in plot stuff, he accompanies the team on field missions even when he really doesn’t need to… he’s always there. you see him a lot. and he’s clearly writing the pokédex entries himself and they’re absolute gold. but seeing as professor is also a broad term because they’ve been really breaking up the older tradition in recent games, i nominate director clavell as second place bc i respect the guy a lot. that old man (tm) enjoyer here

•fav battle facility leader… well. i don’t really have one bc i’ve done very little with the battle facilities in the two games i’ve played that had them lol. so i guess throwaway answer is ingo but mostly for pla reasons. actually i think he counts as a battle facility leader in pla with the daybreak update and i’ve done some of his stuff so he does in fact count for me

•for fav clan member i’m gonna say arezu i like her a lot. she tried doing the right thing in a very chaotic way and i respect her for her efforts. plus her design is cute and she gives great haircuts and her noble is adorable

•character from other media… well i’m obsessed with the way n is portrayed in pokespe. perfect blend between sad prettyboy and freak behavior. they just made everything so intense. and i love oshawott from poképark 2 with the way he’s trying so hard to be serious and cool but snivy keeps getting on his nerves lol. that’s the reason i chose oshawott in pla bc that was the only of those pokémon i recognized

•i’m classifying arven as miscellaneous bc like i said i don’t consider him a rival but MAN!! man… this guy just got shortchanged so many times but i’m glad he was able to get closure for his parents’ disappearance and death and that he can move on and just live his own life. also certified dog lover moment

•top fav character… yeah you all know it’s volo LOL. completely shrimp fried my brain. the absolute hyperactive high i was on when he revealed himself. made even more insane bc i had literally been spoiled that he was a twist villain but i had no other context so i was just waiting the whole game for him to be evil. imagine the sinking in my gut when the credits rolled and it didn’t happen i thought i’d been embarrassing myself the whole time but then the postgame punched me in the gut HARD. i thought he’d end up being like the sad sympathetic frenemy guy where you don’t really want to fight him but NOPE full on evil full on he was just using you. made even better by the context that he had been your biggest fan throughout the whole game while everyone else had been suspicious of you. i lost my entire mind. once again second place to n though

[destinyc1020]

TCR obviously meant a lot to Tom. I didn’t exactly expect he would to the CCAs, but I’m not at all surprised. It’s a great opportunity to celebrate his hard work and all the hard work of the cast and crew. And not just patting themselves on the back — it’s attention for the show and maybe gets a few more people to give TCR a chance.

It’s a great opportunity to celebrate his hard work and all the hard work of the cast and crew. And not just patting themselves on the back — it’s attention for the show and maybe gets a few more people to give TCR a chance.

^^THIS!!

Honestly? I'm not surprised Tom got a nomination for his work in TCR (he was so good!), but I AM surprised that it came from The Critic's Choice tbh lol. ���� But that is more proof that they more so had a problem with Akiva and perhaps the writing (slowness in getting to the point) of the series than they had with Tom. That says a LOT actually imo. I actually think Tom is gonna snag some other nods this awards season tbh. There are also film festivals out there too...

🤞🏾

[peachdues]

Hi peach! Sorry if I sent this ask before but my phone went funny before I pressed send

I hope you’re doing well and taking time for yourself!

I am so excited for the Great War it’s my Roman Empire - I’ve read all the snippets loads of times and I love how you write Giyuu.

I need to ask will we see Tanjiro? Will the mark be mentioned in the story? And is there going to be conflict between Giyuu and Sanemi after the ch*king?

Much love ❤️

- 🫧🫧 anon

AHHH THANK YOU 😭😭 not gonna lie, The Great War has a really special place in my heart so I’m glad someone is still looking forward to it despite me taking so long to get it done!!

Okay so RE your questions —

Does Tanjiro make an appearance?

Yes! In both flashbacks and in the present, but I havent settled on how extensive those appearances will be. Urokodaki is in this a ton though, so Tanjiro definitely shows up.

What about the demon slayer mark?

In short — no, the mark is not mentioned/has no effect in this story. There is a happy ending because it’s what Giyuu deserves god dammit.

The Great War follows canon the closest of any of my works — except for the mark. I actually am of the opinion that the curse of the demon slayer marks in canon was ended with the Corp’s defeat of Muzan and I have a whole statistical analysis of why it would be almost impossible for Sanemi and Tengen to have had descendants in the modern era had they died before 25. I’ll share it one day. But no, the mark is not discussed in The Great War, nor does it have any impact.

Is there conflict between Sanemi and Giyuu after the choking incident?

A little tough to answer without giving away a major plot point that tbh I can’t remember if I’ve spoiled on here or not. Suffice it to say that I wouldn’t say there’s conflict between Sanemi and Giyuu per se — but Sanemi does recognize the danger posed to Reader and he’s very protective of her.

Maybe in part 3 but only nominal at best. Sanemi does have a significant role in this story, though, and that significance might give rise to a thorn or two.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

this is totally random and one of those ''going on a 2am hunt for content'' type of thing, but after anon mentioned that quote from evan about feeling guilty for straining his parent's marriage, i know it wasn't in the 2016 james franco interview but after i thought about it, i couldn't remember where he said something like that. after a long time looking through saved pages and google searches i found it. sadly the actual link is broken, it was from examiner.com, but the text was posted on another site. it's from late 2011, and i'm putting the full interview behind the cut for anyone who wants to read it :)

Interview: 'American Horror Story' Evan Peters on Tate, season finale

Evan Peters has garnered a lot of attention playing the very evil yet emotionally enigmatic Tate Langdon (aka Rubber Man) on Golden Globe-nominated 'American Horror Story.' Tate is a psychotic mass murderer, yet, he’s somehow vulnerable and sympathetic. He haunts others and is haunted by his own past, begging the question: Is he a villain or a victim? Is he disturbed or demonic?

All of this complexity rests in Evan Peters' hands, as he brings Tate eerily, magically and brilliantly to life (or rather, a state of ghostly limbo) and the end result is both frightening and fascinating. The very charming and gracious Peters talked with me recently about playing Tate and his ‘American Horror Story’ experience in an Examiner exclusive interview, during which we also touched on tomorrow’s highly anticipated Season 1 finale.

Peters, 24, is originally from St. Louis, Missouri. He became involved with acting when his father got a job in Michigan. His first acting classes were here at the Flint Youth Theatre.

‘It all started in Michigan. My dad got a job in Michigan, so we all moved up there from St. Louis. I kind of hung out in the summer and had nothing to do, so I sort of got into acting. And then I was going to Grand Blanc High, doing the acting thing and hoping it would pan out.’

After his freshman year at GBHS, Peters and his mom moved to California so he could pursue acting more seriously. His steady stream of work since then includes roles in ABC series ‘The Days’ and ‘Invasion’ and guest spots on shows like ‘The Office’, ‘The Ghost Whisperer’, ‘The Mentalist’ and more.

PLAYING TATE

Peters counts himself lucky for landing the part on ‘American Horror Story’ and was immediately intrigued by Tate. He said:

‘I thought the character was really cool because on the break down it said you never know if he’s gonna kiss or kill you. I’ve tried to make that sort of the spine of the character. It’s been a fun character to play.’

We talked about how a sociopathic monster can also seem vulnerable and sympathetic. Peters said:

‘I think what it is, is that they write him as a nice guy. A nice, sort of normal, charming guy who has feelings that can get hurt easily and he’s just sort of a very human character and he’s written that way. And then what happens is, they have that guy, kill people and do evil things. So that you sympathize with him and care about him and really feel for him and then at the same time his actions, they’re confusing, they’re conflicting because he’s doing the evil things - his demonic things... It's very well written. It’s really the writing I think.’

Peters channels Tate’s broad range of emotions - from murderous rage to heavy streams of tears, by drawing from life experiences. He said:

‘What really gets me upset is that I’m out here and most of my family is in St. Louis. My dad’s in Michigan working. And to do this whole dream, I sort of came out to California and my mom offered to come out with me and that was amazing. But, it’s been a pretty selfish dream and when I really think back and look at it, it’s just kind of sad. They didn't get divorced, but they lived in different cities for a good portion of their marriage, like 5 years. It's kind of like, I’m responsible for that. That there, you can channel the guilt. And then the sort of loss of being able to go over to your mother’s house for dinner and that’s sad.

Most of its drawn from life experience. But then to get into the whole rage and the longing for Violet...a lot of that is through imagination. I just sort of imagine being in love with Violet and remember bad break ups and stuff and that was very sad. It’s easy if you really concentrate on it. The hard part is wanting to concentrate on that stuff. It’s been a helluva learning experience and I’ve learned a lot about having to get emotional and that’s been really nice. I’m excited to do a comedy, though after this.' (Laughs)

He really enjoys doing the fight scenes and action sequences to offset dialogue. A couple of his favorites were in last week's episode.

‘Where I got my ass kicked by Teddy [Sears], that was awesome, I loved doing that. And, when I got to kill the exterminator that was pretty cool too; you've just gotta go crazy, channel some rage and let it all out in a safe way, it’s pretty awesome doing all those things.’

TATE AND VIOLET'S FATE

'AHS' fans are drawn to Tate and Violet's intense and controversial relationship. Facebook and Twitter pages have been created in their honor. Constant debates swirl around Tate’s motives for his horrific actions and his true intentions toward Violet. In last week’s episode, Violet learns Tate raped her mother. In a standout scene for both actors, Violet screams at Tate ‘Go away!’ He pleads with her, confused by her list of his dark deeds, and says he's changed.

Where do Tate and Violet go from here? Peters said:

‘You’ll find out in the next episode, definitely. And where we go from there is purely up to Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk and the rest of the writing staff. I’m not really sure what they’re gonna do, but, I know it’s gonna be amazing. I’m hoping that they somehow can work it out. I mean, if you really look at it, they’re both stuck in this house together forever. So, I’m hoping at some point she’s gonna forgive him. But who knows what can happen.’

And, has Tate really changed? Peters thinks so:

‘I think he has changed. I think Violet definitely did change him. I think it was done a little bit too late for her. I think he’s redeemable, he just has to continue on the path and it’s gonna be a really long path before he’s a wholesome boy. It’s not gonna be anytime soon. We’re talking a century or so he’s got before he can really round out all the kinks that’s gone wrong with him.’

RYAN MURPHY, BRAD FALCHUK AND THE CAST

Peters loved working with the entire AHS cast and crew. He described how Creator Ryan Murphy works, and recounted Murphy's 'preview' of the Halloween episode:

‘He’s kind of a genius. He visualizes what he wants to see in the show and when he was directing us in the pilot, he made things up on the spot. He’s got an idea of how he wants the show to feel and look and just sort of throws it out impulsively. And if something doesn’t feel right, he’s like no - that’s not right, let’s make it more messed up. Let’s make this thing a little weirder, more creepy. He’s always saying, isn’t that creepy? I just wrote this creepy Halloween episode and all the kids you shot are coming back creepin' on you and you sort of have a nervous breakdown and he’s all excited about it. And I’m like, 'Yeah, that sounds crazy man!' and in the back of my mind I’m thinking, crap, I’ve gotta have a nervous breakdown!'

He tried to pump AHS Co-Creator, Brad Falchuk for show details:

'Brad’s a good guy too, he’ll come to set and I’m like: ‘Brad, tell me what’s going on with the show! Give me some backstory, give me some insight into what’s gonna happen. And he’d give little hints about what’s going on. They were both really nice to work with.’

He credits the entire cast for being supportive and ‘willing to play in this creepy reality we’ve created.’ Oscar winner and recent Golden Globe/SAG nominee Jessica Lange plays Constance Langdon, Tate’s mother. Peters talked about working with Lange and his other co-stars, saying:

‘It’s been amazing working with her. She’s a fantastic actress. I think she’s very seasoned and I think that she’s very good and just sort of really brings you into the moment of the scene and it’s very good.

I also really like working with Dylan, who is a fantastic actor and just really gets in there and gives it his all and makes everything very believable. And I believe him as a shrink. He’s got a very good way of speaking that sort of makes me believe that he is Ben Harmon and I really appreciate that when we’re doing all our scenes.

Of course Taissa is fantastic, she’s such a sweetheart. It’s not hard to look like you’re in love with her, you know? She’s fantastic. Kate Mara is really fantastic, I love working with her. She’s a sweetheart. And Zachary Quinto he’s really good. He’s got this great tone of voice, that’s creepy but soothing all at the same time. It’s really kind of amazing how he does that. ‘

SEASON 2, THE BABIES AND THE SEASON FINALE

Season 2 cast information has not yet been confirmed. Peters said:

‘Next season, I don’t know when it starts. We don’t even know if we’re in it. It could be a whole new cast, it could be the same people, we don’t know.’

Vivien's babies are here and Hayden, Chad, Patrick and Constance all want them. Norah takes the first (presumably dead) baby away. Will the finale tell us their fate? Peters said:

‘It does give you a little taste of what’s to come, I think. And it sort of gives you a good idea of what direction these kids are headed in the next episode, which is pretty cool. Hopefully next season they’ll elaborate on that.’

We know going into tomorrow's finale that Vivien’s dead, Violet and Tate are split and Constance is vying for her grandchild. Previews show Ben freaking out in a corner holding a gun.

WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT...

Peters didn't divulge specific events, but it does sound like we need to brace ourselves. He said:

‘It’s definitely going to be shocking. You’re thrown a few twists and turns and you really do not know what’s gonna happen. You’ve gotta pay attention and make sure all the lights are off, because it’s a scary one.'

[what-if-nct]

i’m sending this ask to you because i originally sent it to someone else but they’re taking forever to respond — ngl you have the best responses ily (cw // i did roast the swifties at the end i’m sorryyyyy)

i can't believe to begin to tell you that the very moment that i turn on perfume by dojaejung, my body automatically starts levitating like i'm in the stairway to heaven. in fact, i'm already here since they obviously have to brag about the fact that they've been trained by sm entertainment, like for crying out loud we get it, you don't have to keep telling us (joking)

now every time i put on my voyage d'hermes eau de toilette, i better hear that "perRrRRfuUuUurEeeEe" like i'm seeing ghosts to the point where i needed to run to the nearest church so i could tell them to do an exorcism due to the fact that you have 4 souls in one body, and they won't stop singing that same line of that exact song.

and the fact is, the song didn't even start yet. i just heard the harmonies and knew that this was going to be the net song of the year. in fact, the krop song of the year. it deserves multiple nominations and awards from all music shows and if they don't get anything id get pissed off and be convinced that award shows are rigged just because they want to give taylor swift another award for the song of the year because the producers were held at gun point to change the results last minute for them to spare their lives.

istg this is why my faves are in sm entertainment and sm only. you'd never get something like this elsewhere- 💀

I knew they were gonna give us a great album the moment their unit was announced. And kiss was on constant replay. And of course love all of Jungwoos parts, he's my baby.

Also as a swiftie I have to say Taylor actually hasn't won as much as people make it out. Also Taylor is a great artist with an amazing talent in song writing. But i will say she is more favored simply cause shes more marketable. She wants to have more edge but in the documentary you can see despite her being in her thirties her parents still have a huge say in her image. But shes trying to become less family friendly but other than her talent, her huge loyal fanbase and clean image is genuinely the main reason shes so favored. I'm sorry as a swiftie I kinda rambled. I just love that blonde lady so much.

[likeadevils]

2009 Lover Diaries Transcripts

Mar 17, 2009

Hi. It’s me, the girl who always forgets to write in her journal. Oh yea. Her. I just got back from Australia. It was there for 2 weeks and it was amazing. Gorgeous there. So… what else has happened since I wrote… I was on the cover of Rolling Stone. My tour has sold out every venue including Madison Square Garden (in 1 minute) and Staples Center (in 2). I somehow feel like it’s my destiny to roll my eyes at happy couples and resent Valentine’s Day. I also feel like I’m the girl before “the one.” I’m not he “the one.” I’m the girl you think is the one for you, and when it doesn’t work out with me, you meet the next girl and realize she IS the one. The one you’re gonna stay with. I might get married. But I think it’s ultimately my fate to light candles and pine away and roll my eyes at happy couples and resent Valentine’s Day. Taylor

Jul 11, 2009

I just got back from a trip to Canada that was absolutely refreshing and good for the soul. I never really knew what a good thing having no cell or internet could be. But it was a great thing. I did things a little differently up there, and I actually liked it. I started reading self-help books. It’s really uplifting knowing that you can change your life today, tomorrow … just by doing a few things you never thought of. Or doing things differently than you’ve done them before. New things I adopted from a self help book: Get up early. Keep your cool. Don’t tee off on people you love. Laugh more. You can control your moods. Create a love account and make deposits, in other words, show people that you love them. Another new hobby of mine is ….. antique stores. And not just neat, organized antique stores. I really like the ones where there’s so much crap to dig through, you can find absolute treasures for nothing. I went to 2 antique stores in Saskatchewan, and one today in Winnipeg. I bought all these old glass mason jars. I’m gonna use them for candle holders. I bought old scales and watch faces and chairs and old trunks and a bird cage and 2 lamps. This weekend, I gave everyone in the band raises. That was before the first show we played. Calgary. Then, before the show we played tonight, I called the whole crew in for a meeting, and bonused everybody. 72 people. Taylor [name tag "Taylor Swift - Fearless 2009 Tour. Taylor. Singer"} My tour name tag.

Jul 12, 2009

Today was a wonderful day. And not because of some massive career accomplishment or award show. It wasn’t about world domination or another number 1 song. Today was just … wonderful. Today was simple. And perfect. Because today was just me and my mom, driving around, looking at antiques in little antique shops, talking about what chandelier should go in the foyer and if this cabinet would look right in the guest room. We stopped for ice cream cones. It started raining hard while we were shopping, so we had to run back to the car, getting soaking and screaming. We met up with Dad and Austin for dinner at Kabuto. But the best part of the day was just driving around with my mom. Correction: riding around with my mom with a bunch on antiques clanking together in the trunk. I just keep thinking, when I’m 90 years old, reliving the good old days, I doubt I’ll look back on the number one parties as fondly and as frequently as I’ll look back on today. Wearing red lipstick for no reason, mom in her black t-shirt and wet hair, driving around talking about which chandelier should go in the foyer. Taylor

Sep 18, 2009

Ahh… the things that can change in a week… Let’s just say, if you had told me that Kanye West would have been the number one focus of my week, the media, and my part in the VMA’s, I would’ve looked at you cross-eyed. If you had told me that I would win the ward I was nominated for, I wouldn’t have believed you. And if you had told me that one of the biggest stars in music was going to jump up onstage and announce that he thought I shouldn’t have won on live television, I would’ve said “That stuff doesn’t really happen in real life.” Well… apparently… it does.

(2003 • 2004 • 2005 • 2006 • 2007 & 2008 • 2009 • 2010 • 2011 • 2012 • 2013 • 2014 • 2015 • 2016 & 2017)

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Galadriel:

ok so by the time LotR rolls around she’s a fancy queen in a whole special girl kingdom but she STARTED as the youngest daughter of the youngest son of a king, with five million cousins and three older siblings who were all older and probably better-respected than her; and then some shit happens and the king dies and they all decide to leave Elf Heaven in order to chase down the guy who killed their grandfather, and she is SPECIFICALLY noted as wanting to leave because she wants to rule a kingdom of her own, and she can’t do that in Elf Heaven where there aren’t any openings to rule bc everyone already has a king. so she goes with most of her extended family to try and make their way across the ocean and back to the continent their grandparents travelled to Elf Heaven from, where they hope to avenge the king and also rule some kingdoms (although it’s worth noting!! that other people already live there, and they all KNOW this), and then some more stuff happens and some of her cousins on the “leaving” side start a fight that escalates into a pitched battle where they kill! her mother’s father’s people! (bc she’s also a princess on her mom’s side, lol) and in some versions tolkien decided that she actually fought AGAINST her cousins and killed some people in defense of her mom’s side (which is a BIG DEAL for an elf to Choose to do). after this, her dad is like “actually i Will Not be leaving with you people, murder is Not Okay and i’m going back home to ask the gods for forgiveness and if you had any sense you would too” but galadriel decides SHE’S STILL GOING. anyways then some more stuff happens and her entire extended family on her dad’s side dies, but not before killing some more of her extended family on her mom’s side and also (indirectly) her favorite brother; amongst all this she spends some time as a handmaiden in her great-uncle’s court but eventually decides that that’s not enough for her, so she packs up and heads further east to found her own kingdom, which incidentally will be populated not by her own close family’s subjects, but by some people who at one point were subjects of her great-uncle and may or may not have decided to leave his rule. and then once all the first age drama has died down, even though there is very much a new, undisputed high king of their people on her father’s side who’s still ruling (and doing a damn good job of it), she just Doesn’t swear fealty to him or join his court. instead she founds her own realm. some more intrigue happens and sauron stuff too and she’s forced out of power so she leaves; there’s a war, the king of the place she’s been staying in dies, and then a while later there’s Another big Problem and his son (the new king) just dips, so she just Executively Decides that she’s gonna be in charge of his people now, and THAT’S how she became the Lady of Lothlorien. and then she hangs out being Queen (functionally, if not nominally) there for like two thousand years while occasionally going other places to use her vast magical powers to fight sauron but mostly she just protects her fancy special kingdom. and then LotR happens and she does some mind magic on the entire Fellowship which is also at least a LITTLE creepy, and she admits that she’s Very into the idea of having the power of the One Ring, but doesn’t take it bc she’s got Wisdom now (and also imo bc she’s HAD her chance to rule a kingdom for a very long time so she doesn’t crave power now in the same way she did when she was young). and tolkien writes about her like she’s Perfect but genuinely she’s kinda fucked up and power-hungry! good for her!

Charlie:

Where do I even START She used to be a stage assistant to a magician practicing dark magic. After he got them both dragged into basically super hell, she made a deal with an ancient being and become the embodiment of darkness. She ended up dethroning the magician and become a shadow queen. She's seeking out ancient powers. She's tormenting old men. She's got STYLE and AESTHETIC, and HORRORS.