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🍉 Queer Palestinian Books 🍉

🇵🇸 The algorithm is going to keep silencing my posts, but they're not going to silence me. I grew up with little to no books that made me feel seen as a queer/bisexual Palestinian Arab American. Today, it's still not easy enough to find those books online, even though we have thousands of lists, posts, and directories to guide us. To make your search a little easier, here are a few queer Palestinian books to add to your TBR. Please help me spread this by reblogging. Consider adding these to your least for Read Palestine Week (click for resources)! 💜

🍉 The Skin and Its Girl by Sarah Cypher 🇵🇸 A Map of Home by Randa Jarrar 🍉 Hazardous Spirits by Anbara Salam 🇵🇸 To All the Yellow Flowers by Raya Tuffaha 🍉 You Exist Too Much by Zaina Arafat 🇵🇸 The Specimen's Apology by George Abraham 🍉 Birthright by George Abraham 🇵🇸 Nayra and the Djinn by Iasmin Omar Ata 🍉 Where Black Stars Rise by Nadia Shammas and Marie Enger 🇵🇸 The Twenty-Ninth Year by Hala Alyan 🍉 Guapa by Saleem Haddad 🇵🇸 From Whole Cloth: An Asexual Romance by Sonia Sulaiman

🍉 The Philistine by Leila Marshy 🇵🇸 Love Is an Ex-Country by Randa Jarrar 🍉 Shell Houses by Rasha Abdulhadi 🇵🇸 Queer Palestine and the Empire of Critique by Sa'ed Atshan 🍉 Belladonna by Anbara Salam 🇵🇸 Confetti Realms by Nadia Shammas, Karnessa, Hackto Oshiro 🍉 Blood Orange by Yaffa As 🇵🇸 The ordeal of being known by Malia Rose 🍉 Decolonial Queering in Palestine by Walaa Alqaisiya 🇵🇸 Are You This? Or Are You This?: A Story of Identity and Worth by Madian Al Jazerah, Ellen Georgiou 🍉 This Arab Is Queer: An Anthology by LGBTQ+ Arab Writers 🇵🇸 My Mama's Magic by Amina Awad

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Weiße Frauen / White Ladies

White ladies are ghosts that are said to have haunted several castles of European noble families.

The oldest reports of the apparition date from the 15th century, but belief in the white ladies was most widespread in the 17th century. Although there are similarities to other female ghosts in European folk belief – for example the Irish and Celtic banshee – the white lady is a phenomenon that first emerged in and was typical of the high aristocratic culture of the early modern period. Belief in miracles during the Counter-Reformation turned the ghost into an attribute of class that, like coats of arms and legends of lineage, could underline the importance of a noble family. The White Lady of the Hohenzollern family is particularly well known.

The White Lady of the House Hohenzollern

The White Lady of the House Hohenzollern haunts several castles and palaces that are or used to be owned by members of this noble family.

Plassenburg

The most well-known legend about the White Lady has its origins at the Plassenburg Castle above Kulmbach and is linked to the Hohenzollern family. The castle's mistress Kunigunde, widow of Count Otto of Orlamünde, had fallen in love with Albrecht the Handsome, son of the Nuremberg burgrave Frederick IV. The latter spread the word that he would marry her if four eyes didn't stand in the way. This referred to his parents, who were against such a union. However, Kunigunde misunderstood the message and related it to her two children, a two-year-old girl and a three-year-old boy. She stabbed the children in the head with a needle, killing them.

Albrecht then renounced her. Kunigunde went on a pilgrimage to Rome and obtained forgiveness for her sins from the Pope, on the condition that she found a monastery and enter it. As penance, she slid on her knees from the Plassenburg Castle into the valley of Berneck and founded the Himmelkron Monastery, where she died as abbess. In a local version of the Himmelkron legend, the monastery already existed at the time of the murder and the two children were buried there. Kunigunde, sliding on her knees, saw the monastery on a hill between Trebgast and Himmelkron and died there of exhaustion.

From then on, the White Lady appeared at the Plassenburg to warn the Hohenzollerns of impending deaths and other impending misfortunes - a worrying but usually not violent phenomenon. According to legend, however, she behaved differently when Margrave George Frederick I, also a Hohenzollern, wanted to take possession of the Plassenburg after its destruction in 1554 during the Second Margrave War and subsequent reconstruction. The White Lady then went so far as to rattle chains, rage around, frighten ladies-in-waiting and finally strangle the Margrave's cook and quartered driver, which caused the latter to leave the Plassenburg.

Berlin City Palace

The White Lady was first seen in the Berlin City Palace on 1 January 1598. There she is said to have appeared to Johann Georg, the Hohenzollern Elector of the Margraviate of Brandenburg, eight days before his death. In this case, the ghost was seen as the spirit of Anna Sydow, the mistress of Joachim II, the Elector's father, who died in 1575 in the Julius Tower of the Spandau Citadel and whom Johann Georg had had dispossessed and imprisoned, contrary to his documented promise.

The White Lady continued to appear frequently in the Berlin City Palace. In 1619 she is said to have appeared there before the death of Johann Sigismund. In 1651, newspapers reported about great concern about the continued existance of the House Hohenzollern in the male line after the White Lady appeared. 1 years previously, Prince Wilhelm Heinrich, the only heir to the throne, had died age 1½ years, and the elector's wife had not yet become pregnant again.

In 1660, she is said to have been seen before the death of Elisabeth Charlotte, the mother of the Great Elector. She is also said to have appeared to Louise Henriette of Orange, and before the death of the Great Elector in 1688, to the court preacher Anton Brusenius. According to a report by the historian Karl Eduard Vehse, the White Lady was once quite heartily approached under the Great Elector. Konrad von Burgsdorff, a confidant of the Elector and a cold-blooded man, is said to have suddenly seen the White Lady on the steps in front of him one evening after he had put his master to bed and was about to go down a small staircase to the garden. Once he had overcome his initial shock, he called out to the figure: "You old sacramental whore, haven't you drunk enough princely blood yet, do you want more?" Apparently annoyed by this disrespectful address, the White Lady grabbed him by the collar and threw him down the stairs so that his bones cracked. Other attempts to get hold of the White Lady were not always unsuccessful: under Frederick William I, she was arrested twice. Once it was a kitchen boy who had dressed up as the White Lady and was whipped as punishment, and the other time it was a soldier.

Further apparitions occurred before the death of Frederick I in 1713 and that of Frederick William II in 1797. When the health of Frederick William III became very precarious in the winter of 1839/40, the lady-in-waiting Caroline von der Marwitz wrote a report about the appearance of the White Lady.

She also appeared – perhaps a little prematurely – before the completely unsuccessful assassination attempt by Heinrich Ludwig Tschech on Frederick William IV in 1844. On this occasion, she is said to have appeared at night in the Swiss Hall of the City Palace, wringing her hands. She also appeared in 1888 before the death of Frederick III. Even when the National Socialists were in charge of the Berlin Palace instead of the Hohenzollerns, she is said to have appeared again on the night of May 26, 1940.

It is uncertain whether the White Lady will reappear in the Humboldt Forum, the newly built partial reconstruction of the Berlin City Palace. Some superstitious people say that the reconstruction was intentionally left incomplete to stave off the White Lady of the House Hohenzollern.

Heidecksburg

In the Heidecksburg near Rudolstadt (Thuringia), the White Lady is said to have appeared to Prince Louis Ferdinand of Prussia, also a member of the Hohenzollern family, in the Green Salon, as his adjutant Karl von Nostitz-Jänkendorf reported. The next day, 10 October 1806, the prince was killed in the Battle of Saalfeld.

Other places

The White Lady also appeared in other places in possession of the House Hohenzollern and its branch lines. Apoearances are reported from Bayreuth, Lauenstein Castle, Hohenzollern Castle, and Kuckuckstein Castle.

Places belonging to other noble families are haunted by White Ladies as well. In Friedenstein Palace in Gotha, the ghost of Dorothea Maria of Anhalt is said to moanfully wander the rooms at night. Eleonore von Dönhoff is said to haunt Kossenblatt Castle. Oftentimes, noble ladies who found a violent death are linked to White Ladies, such as Jakobe von Baden in Düsseldorf Castle.

In Aussel Manor in Batenhorst near Rheda-Wiedenbrück, the wife of a former estate owner is said to haunt the premises. She is said to have been walled in in the cellar after her husband had been away for a long time during the war and caught her with a lover. She is said to have starved to death there because her husband did not return after taking part in another military campaign.

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F1 FANFICS REC LIST - Vampires

make me taste alive (3694 words) by to_unexplain_the_unforgivable Rating: Mature Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell Summary: Alex smiles, fangs full and curved, almost cutting into his lower lip.

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When the blood is dripping (8248 words) by Lovely_Lotus Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “Sorry?” Oscar stares at him with a blank look. His cheeks are a pretty shade of cherry-red, meaning he fed recently. “I said,” Lando tries again, “that I’ve decided you’re not allowed to come ‘til you bite me.” In which Lando wants to find a way to get his vampire boyfriend to bite him. His plan? Denying Oscar an orgasm until he caves, of course.

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Sweet Tooth (8248 words) by Anonymous Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Lando is ready to fistfight a vampire. Softly. With his lips.

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take me now in the dark (1345 words) by princessrosberg Rating: Explicit Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: Charles is in heat. His silly little vampire teammate is more than happy to help.

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your blood is the sourest nectar (2157 words) by autismcoded Rating: Mature Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: The fire crackling in the fireplace has begun to feel scorching, warming the air to an uncomfortable point. He can tell that Carlos had left the fire burning for this long on purpose, to make Oscar squirm. He doesn’t like to be dramatic, but with his hands in Carlos’ lap, and the burn of shame in his throat from tearing away from his touch, he feels as if he’s dying.

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a lifetime doesn't always mean forever (2468 words) by boxboxbaby Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Oscar is a vampire, Lando isn't. Lando wants Oscar to turn him into a vampire, but Oscar isn't sure if he can maintain his composure and is afraid he might kill Lando in the process.

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vampire kisses (8873 words) by onboardsora Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/Daniel Ricciardo Summary: Lewis' new boyfriend Daniel is a vampire. That's it, that's the tweet.

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Vampiresarereal.net (2692 words) by starhoneyy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell, Lewis Hamilton/George Russell Summary: Alex is convinced that George's new boyfriend is a vampire: The 3 times he's wrong plus the one time he semi-isn't.

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starving faithful (2541 words) by insanedevotion Rating: Mature Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Lando, dizzyingly, licks his lower lip, then bites down on it. Oscar's terrible, starving brain thinks of other things he could bite down on. "You could—" Lando starts, stops, still hesitant, still sweet, "you could bite? Me?" Oscar stares at him, shock stilling his body until he's no longer shaking. "What," he says, incredulous, which Lando seems to take as encouragement for some reason.

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Burning flame (3589 words) by Nearmike Rating: Explicit Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen Summary: The alpha hadn't answered, a request had stuck on the tip of his tongue, maybe George had expected that question but still didn't dare to ask it -Max- George had said seriously as he looked at him with those piercing eyes -Do you want me to bite you while we have sex?-

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sink your teeth into me (4801 words) by nyoomfruits Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, background Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo Summary: “Yeah,” Oscar says, shrugs. “Would be better if it wasn’t so fucking orange, though.” “Oscar,” Lando tuts, heading for the door, back to his own driver’s room. “Where’s your team spirit.” “Dead,” Oscar says, small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, gesturing at the orange coffin as if to say ‘get it?’.

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i've tasted blood (and i want more) (5624 words) by nyoomfruits Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. “You know what I mean, you dickhead!” “Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.” “God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”

MASTERPOST

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drinks i can do. full recipes under the cut

FIDDLES' MEZCAL OLD FASHIONED

2 oz mezcal (i like El Silencio Espadin)

1 bar spoon of agave syrup (mix .25:1 ratio of agave and hot water -- stir until pourable)

4 dashes orange bitters

2 dashes Aztec chocolate bitters

2 dashes Angosturra bitters

1 pinch salt

Stir over ice

Peel and express an orange peel

PUMPKIN JACK

1 oz Case One rum (only made in Maryland -- a similar aged rum will do, but Case One has a butterscotch-y taste that lends itself well to dessert drinks)

.5 oz Amaretto of choice (i prefer Disaronno)

2 oz fresh poured espresso

Top with hot water

Float pumpkin whipped cream (cook down one can of 1:1:2 can of pumpkin puree:granulated sugar:water until thickened. Strain through a chamois or cheesecloth. Add pumpkin syrup 1:2 parts heavy whipping cream and shake until pourable consistency)

Grate fresh nutmeg

Served in an Irish coffee or cone glass.

DRUMS OF AUTUMN

1.5 oz Hennessey VS

.5 oz Cherry Heering

.5 oz Drambuie liqueur

1 oz St. George spiced pear liqueur

Stir over ice

Garnish with Luxardo cherry and dehydrated orange peel

Served in a double rocks glass

DEWAR'S DECIBEL

1.5 oz Dewar's scotch

.5 hazelnut syrup

1 oz velvet falernum

.25 lemon juice

Shake and dump into tall Collins glass

Top with soda water

Garnish with dehydrated lemon and edible flowers

GOLDEN HOUR

1.5 oz McClintock Forager gin (also only made in Maryland. Wild foraged gin preferred)

1 oz sage tincture (add 1/4 quart/.25 liters fresh sage to container. cover with vodka or neutral grain spirit. Let steep for 24 hours, then strain through chamois or cheesecloth)

.5 oz blanc vermouth

2 dashes cardamom bitters

1 dash lemon bitters

Served in a martini or coup glass

Garnish with lemon peel and edible flowers

LAST DAY OF SUMMER

This is a difficult cocktail because it requires a dehydrator (or an oven set to a very low temperature, and a few extra steps. First: make dehydrated brown sugar pineapples.

Either cut pineapples into wheels, or remove pineapple wheels from cans. Coat with brown sugar, then arrange onto a baking sheet (if you're dehydrating in an oven, place another baking sheet underneath). Place in dehydrator or oven set to the lowest setting and dehydrate. The brown sugar will turn syrupy and thick. Reserve pineapple brown sugar syrup.)

.75 oz bourbon

.5 oz lemon juice

.5 oz Ancho Reyes chili liqueur

.75 pineapple brown sugar

Shake and dump into double rocks glass

Garnish with dehydrated pineapple

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THE BEST PEOPLE IN LIFE (1) — GHOST LOCKED

SUMMARY: It only took a second for Anthony’s entire world to fall apart. 

WARNING(S): Very angtsy, reader becoming ghost-locked. Idk if everything is accurate I’m still trying to grasp the show lol

WORD COUNT: 1,451

PAIRING: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader    

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

You did the one thing you knew better than to attempt while on a case. Planting yourself between a ghost charging towards you, and Anthony’s unconscious body. Providing a shield until he comes to, until Lucy and George manage to find the source within the house. It wasn’t one of your best plans by far, but you were out of options and your supplies were currently located elsewhere when you desperately needed them. To be quite honest you only allowed yourself to be vulnerable because you refused to leave Anthony alone.

Your rapier and his long discarded somewhere out of your reach. You felt there wasn’t another way to avoid your dooming. You gasp when the ghost form of the woman morphs into Anthony, the sudden appearance unsettles you, but you reach behind you, feeling for his real hand. Your Anthony’s hand, that didn’t grip onto yours in that moment, now this cursed spirit was trying to have its go at you. You had to hand it to her because this Anthony was entirely promising, even his radiant smile was providing you comfort and warmth as he grew closer. He’s not real. You tightened your hand behind you, needing a sign that he was coming to, hoping he’d awaken in time to rid you of the fear that coursed through you.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment your body went frigid. Locking and your muscles tensing and tightening in on themselves. You became too entranced by the hand reaching forward to cup your cheek that the twitch of Anthony’s finger was entirely missed. Your eyes glazed over with a milky white. What once was the dark blue lit room you were in, quickly dissolved into darkness. Black over taking your vision. Your sight taken. You remained knelt onto the ground, shielding Anthony as he slowly began coming to. The ghost that locked you began fizzling up in sparks of yellow and orange, vanishing in an instant. The source had been located and taken care of. Lockwood had begun to shake the migraine forming away, pushing himself up into an upright position. He groaned, moving his shoulder blade in attempts to disperse the knots and bruises he was starting to feel. He looked around the room, eyes falling to the rapiers that were forced out of your hands, then back to you. Your back facing him. Though he wasn’t concerned over the fact your back was to him. It was your lack of movement that caused a panic to rise within him.

“Y/n?” His breathing started to pick up. As he slowly reached forward, hoping the slight push against your shoulder would make you whip your head around and meet his terrified expression. You hadn’t though. You remained stiff as a board. His face pinched in pain, as the ache grew in his heart. “Y/n?” He slowly slid forward, stopping as he halted beside you. Your eyes facing forward, but it was enough for him to see that his nightmare came true. Many nights waking up in sweaty terror, only to relax and remind himself that you were sound asleep was thrown out the window. He choked up, lips trembling as he reached forward to turn your chin towards him. You were frozen in time. Your mind and body vacant, without a trace of life. You’d remain in this comatose state for who knows how long. Though the slight beat of your pulse on your neck gave him hope to linger on, that you somehow still remained in there. The milky white glaze he’s seen in passing numerous times overshadowed your beautiful e/c irises. Two dull gray eyes stare back blankly at him. His grip tightened against your cheeks, tapping gently in hopes it would wake you from your trapped state. “No.” He cried. “No. Please!” He pressed his head against yours. “Not you!” He pulled back, holding your face. “Anybody but you!” His breathing hitched as his body began to shake. Uncontrollable tears and cries for help echoed out the room's door. Hurried thudded footsteps raced across the house. “Lucy!” He cried for his friends. “George!” He continued calling over his shoulder as he subconsciously fixed the collar of your jacket. “L-Lucy!”

“Lockwood. We found the source. It was the pendant-“ Lucy rushed in, then nearly tripped as the scene before her slowly began to dwell on her. She gasped. Her heart sank as Anthony kept caressing your face. The tears kept falling and so had his heart. It had reached his feet at this point. “No…” She shook her head. Another pair of shoes walking in beside her.

“We’ve located the source! It was the pendant-“ George repeated what Lucy had informed Anthony on. The realization dawned on him as he grew speechless. “Y/n…” Though his genuine attempt was heartfelt, his heart shrunk in on itself seeing you in your current state. “I don’t understand. W-We found the source, we stopped it…”

Lucy held her stomach, waking over to Anthony, whose face remained stoic. His thumb gently moves up and down against your skin. Eyes roaming over your face. Lucy moved her hand forward, her hand grasping yours as her breath shook. Her eyes watered over, mouth opening and closing. Another important person in her life was now taken from her again. Flashes of Norrie settled uneasily in the back of her mind. “No.” She shook her head in denial.

“W-We need to call DEPRAC.” Anthony finally spoke. “Tell them an agent is down...” His face hardened.

“Lockwood-“ Lucy reached forward but Anthony flinched away from her touch. Shaking his head no, not wanting to be coddled or consoled right now.

“We need to get her to the hospital as soon as possible-“

“Lockwood.”

“We need to get her out of here!” He stilled his hands still holding you. Face pinching, the ache clearly written across his features. It hurt. “We need to…to help her.” He nodded. His barrier falling and brave stature breaking. His head fell against your chest as Lucy placed a hand on his shoulder. His body shook as he wept and cried. Lucy pulled him into her to provide comfort, but none was given to him, not when you were compromised. “No, no, no. Not her. Why her?” He cursed himself and the ghost that had done this to you. Done this to him, to his team and divided their group into an uneven number. The one thing he feared the most was now his reality. He just didn’t imagine you’d leave him so suddenly under the worst case scenario. He pulled away from Lucy’s embrace. “Where’s the source?” The dark undertone of his voice made Lucy’s spine shiver. “Lucy, the source, where is it?” He demanded.

“U-Upstairs...” She stumbled over her words. “Lockwood, we’ve already dealt with it-”

“I don’t care. What room is it in?” He tirelessly let his shoulders slump. His eyes casting onto yours again. He leaned forward again, pressing his head against yours, eyes shutting tightly, before pulling back to press a kiss against your temple. Softly apologizing to you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered against your temple. He let you go, guiding Lucy’s other hand. “Take care of her until I get back.” He didn’t even allow her to speak, standing to his feet, and walking towards the entryway. Though it was deemed impossible since George had managed to wedge himself between Lockwood and the door. “George, please remove yourself, before I do something I’ll surely regret in the morning.”

“No.” George denied him.

“George, I beg of you. Move!”

“You’re not thinking rationally. What good will finding the source provide for you. Like Lucy said, it’s taken care of. There’s no need to go back to it. Besides, we have other things to worry about now...” George trailed off, solemnly looking towards your stock-still figure. “I’ll call DEPRAC and debrief them on what happened, but you shouldn’t leave her. We don’t just walk away when things go bad, not Lockwood & Co.” George shook his head. Anthony's lip trembled as he looked back over his shoulder. Lucy eyes flicked between you and the boys. She nodded, giving Lockwood that sense of reassurance. His breath shuddered. As he looked away, his head fell, knees giving out, but if it hadn’t been for George catching him and holding him upright, he was sure to have bruised himself. George slid down to the ground with Anthony’s back now pressed against his chest. His best friend held him, allowing George’s embrace to help remind him he wasn’t alone in this. They had each other as they mourned your motionless stature. One they didn’t think you’d come out of.

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la douceur de l’été (lando/oscar, 34k, in progress)

“Alright, okay,” Lando says, slumping down a little theatrically. “So you’re all just going to leave me down here to rot.”

“No one is leaving you to rot,” George says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, so, what, are you going to carry me up the mountain then?” Lando counters.

“I’m not going to-“ George starts, but gets cut off by Oscar.

“I can stay.”

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you love me (but you don’t know it yet) (lando/oscar, 34,5k, completed)

When they get to the McLaren motorhome, his PR rep is already waiting for him in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “We would’ve preferred if you’d told us about your boyfriend beforehand, Lando,” she says, as they make their way inside, glancing at Oscar following behind them. “We could’ve had some contingency plans in place.”

“Well, I would have told you,” Lando says, “I just didn’t know he existed until like 20 minutes ago.”

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ghost of you (charles/max, 3,5k, completed)

“All right, are you now finally ready to explain why four time world driver champion Charles Leclerc is currently in my living room?” Max says, as Charles towels off his hair.

Charles pauses, lets the towel fall into his lap, stares at Max with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, did you say four time?”

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where i am going is right where i am (lando/oscar, 18k, completed)

Oscar, Lando likes to tell people, is a slow burn. Unremarkable at first. Almost a little boring. But then he wiggles your way into your life with his croissants and his soft little smiles and then one day you wake up and realize you would conquer worlds, slay dragons, eat spinach puffs, anything just to get him to look at you.

Max, on multiple occasions, has told him that’s a him problem and that not everyone experiences this around Oscar. Lando thinks Max is an idiot.

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sink your teeth into me (lando/oscar, 5k, complete)

“Yeah,” Oscar says, shrugs. “Would be better if it wasn’t so fucking orange, though.”

“Oscar,” Lando tuts, heading for the door, back to his own driver’s room. “Where’s your team spirit.”

“Dead,” Oscar says, small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, gesturing at the orange coffin as if to say ‘get it?’.

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love you with the lights on (lando/oscar, 28k, complete)

“I texted him,” Lando says. “He can’t have forgotten about me, I texted him, and he never texted back.” 

 Max shrugs. “Maybe he didn’t know what to say. After all, how do you tell your fuck buddy that you’ve accidentally gone out and acquired a baby?”

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already home (lando/oscar, 32k, completed)

Lando takes a deep steadying breath. “I think I might be in love with Oscar.” He says, and hates how immediately when he says the words, he knows it’s true.

“Right,” Max says, nodding. “And?”

“What do you mean, ‘and?’” Lando says, a little outraged. “I can’t be in love with him! We’re married! This is like, a disaster waiting to happen!”

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this feels like falling in love (charles/max, 3k, completed)

Five kisses throughout their lives, and the one that started it all.

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thinking ‘bout your touch (oscar/lando, 2k, completed)

Lando’s brain gets so occupied by the thought it shouldn’t come as a surprise really, when a few rounds later Oscar says, “Dare.” Lando blurts out, “Let me suck your dick.”

There’s a long, awkward silence in which they just stare at each other, Oscar’s expression completely unreadable. “Uh,” he eventually says. “I think a dare is something I’m supposed to do.”

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i’ve tasted blood (and i want more) (oscar/lando, 5,5k, completed)

Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. “You know what I mean, you dickhead!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.”

“God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”

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purring in my lap (’cause he loves me) (oscar/lando, 5k, completed)

The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch.

Oscar’s cat, presumably.

And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. “Should I just call you Oscat, then,” Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch.

The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Lando’s hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so he’s probably just imagining things.

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glitch (charles/max, 26k+, completed)

Max hums. “Well, at least that means I won’t bump into Charles Leclerc again.”

“Bummer, really,” Daniel says, moving back to his own seat and drinking the little bit of coffee that was still in the cup. “Could’ve been the start of a great love story.”

Lando snorts. “Kids, it all started when I told your father, who had won two World Driver Championships at that point, that he sucked at driving.”

Max sticks his middle finger up at them, and pulls his noise canceling headphones back over his ears. Only two hours left to go, he thinks, wistfully, and goes back to work.

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heart on your sleeve (charles/max, 5k, completed)

The thing about having a racing helmet that constantly displays your emotions for the whole world to see, is that you kind of get used to it after a while. These days Charles almost forgets it’s even a thing. Almost. But then he goes and falls in love.

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you’ll be alright (charles/max, 19k+, completed)

Charles is not an idiot. He knows there’s a part of him that has been at least a little bit in love with Max for as long as they’ve known each other. But he’s always been able to shove it down. Burying it under rivalries and competitiveness until it was getting hard to differentiate between love and hate. And that had worked, for a really long time.

And then Max had to go and barge into his life and be really fucking cute with his baby.

—

silly me (to fall in love with you) (charles/max,18k+, completed)

“We’re not asking you to ‘woo’ him,” Christian says, looking pained at having to say the word ‘woo’, “We just need others to think you’ve wooed him.”

“I’m not following,” Max says, frowning.

“A PR relationship,” Poppy explains. “You pretend to date, making the public think you’re all happy and in love. Then you reap the benefits of being in a relationship without actually having to put in the effort or work.”

“Absolutely not,” Max says, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s depressing, I’m not doing that.”

—

you can hear it in the silence (charles/max, 7k+, completed)

“Thanks,” Max eventually says. “For letting me crash.”

“Yeah, yeah, we should definitely do this again sometimes,” Charles says sarcastically, seeming to finally have woken up enough to actually get out of bed.

“No fucking way, once is enough,” Max says, because it sounds a lot better than ‘this is the best I’ve slept in ages and I think it might’ve been because you were next to me’. “Besides. You snore.”

Charles gasps and looks at Max. “I do not.”

He doesn’t. But the complete outrage on Charles’s face is too good to tell him the truth. “Oh, yeah, like a goddamn sawmill. Thought you were going to wake up the whole house.” Max says, and then laughs when Charles lets out an indignant squawk and launches a pillow at his face.

Or, the five times Max and Charles accidentally fall asleep together, and the one time they do it on purpose.

[stardewremixed]

🎆 Fireworks Headcanon 🎆

(And subsequently Independence Day ones since this is 4th of July where I'm from).

Alex- not really a big fan but would toss around the gridball on the beach while waiting for them to start. Super nostalgic about the picnic though. Used to do that with his mom. All the favorites (and Granny doesn't disappoint). Carries the basket out and helps her setup and even tries to get Grandpa George in the spirit by asking about his old war stories.

Abigail - loves them and would raid her dad's secret (illegal) stash to get the big ones to set off with Sam. Drags Seb into her shenanigans. Ends the night with a big bonfire on the beach, telling scary ghost stories. Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Not this gal.

Elliott - Earlier in the day, he's a bit annoyed by the sudden appearance of so many people on the beach. He wanders off to contemplate a poem about patriotism and glory. Might crack open a pale ale at the Stardrop before heading to the waterfront. He is a romantic so of course, he loves fireworks! Preferably in a little boat out in the ocean, away from the crowds. Maybe stealing time with Farmer (or if not in a relationship, with Leah).

Emily - has a little fireworks dance! Magic! Trying to pull Haley outside to enjoy but her sister won't budge. Emily is passing out little flags to her friends and neighbors. And she's decked out in patriotic colors, handmade bandana and hair bows and all.

Harvey - is too busy treating the idiots who set off fireworks and got burned to really enjoy them. Might start some "sparks" of his own if Farmer comes to drag him outside to enjoy. *wiggles eyebrows* They are far more exciting than fireworks (and something about these fiery lights in the night sky is romantic... or at least that's what someone once told him). Absolutely sipping wine coolers once he's off duty.

Haley - smoke messes with her hair and makeup and clothes and no... that would be a hard no. But she does enjoy holiday sales earlier in the day, stocking up on her favorite treats, athleisure wear, and cosmetics.

Leah - She's moderately interested in fireworks, and may feign more interest for the sake of Elliott. Wanders off into the forest to enjoy quiet. In honor of the "rebel spirit," she skinny dips in the Cindersap Lake and embraces "one with nature" vibes.

Sam - loves them! He's probably setting off the big (illegal) ones. Don't tell Lewis. Organizes a beach volleyball game, pulls in Seb and Abi, Alex, and maybe even Penny, but promptly gets distracted when he remembers he's supposed to rehearse for the official town ceremony. He also plays the national anthem (rock ballad style, of course), and tears up every time.

Maru - will try and explain all the scientific properties to you - how fireworks actually work. Robin will remind her not to bore you to tears. Demetrius is so proud of his little girl. What else is new? The smoke bothers her eyes a bit though during the actual show so she may just turn in a bit early.

Sebastian -gets dragged into shenanigans with Sam and Abigail. Slinks off to steal a smoke on a dark corner of the beach. Ducks out early to go watch old movies in the cool of his basement. It's too noisy and hot out there anyway. He would, however, be up for snuggles.

Shane - meh! Sells them at JojaMart. Would toss around a gridball with Alex first for kicks and giggles. Could prove his superiority in a hot dog eating contest. Probably burns off an eyebrow trying to set a firework off for Jas (and plays it off like it's no big deal).

Penny - enjoys them, but is busy trying to corral Vincent who wants to get too close and Jas who's a little scared (and upset about Shane being injured). Earlier in the day, she gets pulled into Sam's beach volleyball game. It's a good opportunity to wear her cute orange bikini. While she's always nervous about showing skin, today she's feeling a bit braver.

[mermaidenmystic]

Endymion ~ 1872 ~ George Frederic Watts (British painter and sculptor associated with the Symbolist movement, 1817-1904)

"Besotted with the handsome shepherd Endymion, Diana, goddess of the moon, begged her father Jupiter to grant the mortal eternal youth so that he would never leave her. Here we see the ethereal divinity, arched into the shape of a crescent moon, on her nightly ritual of stealing across her lover's languid body — forever preserved in sleep — to gently kiss him.

Having first conceived the subject in around 1868, and having outlined the design for it on a large canvas, G F Watts produced several smaller versions of the theme before, early one morning three decades later, Mary Watts found he had returned to the picture, determined to make it 'more visionary and mystic, the moon goddess only luminously visible.'

Diana is indeed a mysterious, intangible presence in the scene, oddly devoid of body, flesh and materiality. Endymion's nude, sculptural figure, on the other hand, clearly references the Dionysus of the Parthenon Marbles at the British Museum, which Watts revered. The cool grey and blue colour palette in the upper half of the image — suggestive of marble and moonbeams — starts to suffuse the warm, muted orange and ochre tones of the lower half.

The composition is contained within a circle, and their love story takes place at the intersection of two curves that bind their bodies and are repeated in Diana's rippling, diaphanous draperies. Light meets dark, life meets ceaseless sleep, god meets mortal, woman meets man, spirit-being meets body, all at an unfulfilling fulcrum where lips never quite touch.

When it was exhibited at the New Gallery in 1904 — just a few months before Watts's death — The Athenaeum declared: 'The spirit of the Moon Goddess, huge, pale, and dimly seen, broods over her recumbent lover with an insistence that is almost terrible.'"

~ "Object in Focus: Endymion" by Dr. Beatrice Bertram

[flammiigena]

don't you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?

orange juice - noah kahan / revenge of the sith - george lucas / spirit hold - holly warburton / hurt - johnny cash / www.instagram.com/eskapismia / the exit - conan gray

[lewkwoodnco]

August (Lockwood x reader)

A/N: inspired by the tsitp version of august (which you can listen to here on Spotify) but also works for the regular version of August too! Spoilers for the ending of the third book of the series! Angst, but not in a depressing way ish? Idk (wc: 1.3k) read the sequel here

The first few nights after were the hardest. The image of that Changer who took the shape of Lockwood with a hole blasted through his chest was burned into her retinas. The Changer had threatened her, or warned her, that it had been her doing, and it was only a matter of time before it actually happened. The guilt sat in her stomach for six days, cementing her to her bed, barely coming down to eat or drink, but on the sixth day she was as well as she could be. She didn’t have a renewed sense of vigour or sudden clarity in her life’s purpose, but she had something that occupied her well enough.

The four them were going for a small trip to the seaside where they had rented a cosy house by the beach, for a little break after one of the toughest cases they had in a while. Lucy was still feeling loopy from the Poltergeist and George had been a little quieter than usual. Lockwood…she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, or think too long about him, before slipping into despair. If Lockwood had noticed her distance from him, he showed no sign of it, not that she would have noticed. Except for the fact that even in times like now, she couldn’t help but notice every little detail about him. Whatever it was, a bit of fresh air was exactly what they needed to lift their spirits, so she decided to wait until the end of their trip to tell them.

And so they left for their weekend getaway. The air was pleasantly balmy and the warmth melted the last vestiges of cold trapped in their bones. It was so peaceful, and bright, with a sea of possibility stretched out ahead of them. For the next day-and-a-half, she ate, drank, swam and laughed just as hard as the rest of them. There was no reason to dampen their spirits just yet. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to tell them.

Of all their games and activities her favourite by far was just sitting on the beach, watching the foamy waves roll in. She could feel the freedom in the best of the seagulls wings, who called out to her, urging her toward a realm of possibilities. The sand playfully shifted around her ankles when she dug her feet in deep enough, and the wind whipped her hair with a salty sting, pushing her, propelling her, towards the rest of her life. And during sunset, an intense orange glow outlined all the cracks and crevices in them and the house, a light almost bright enough to consider life outside of Lockwood & co. That’s where Lockwood found her on Sunday evening, the night before they were supposed to leave. Lucy had somehow managed to scatter all her belongings throughout the house and George was making an upside-down pineapple cake. When she left, Lockwood had been uncharacteristically engrossed in some case report. They hadn’t talked much since Lockwood had pulled her to safety, seconds before certain death, and though she knew it was impossible for him to have seen what she did, a part of her felt embarrassed, or clumsy, to have been so careless.

The wind was quite loud in her ears, so she hadn’t noticed him until he sat down beside her. Besides his coat, most of Lockwood’s normal attire apparently doubled as beach-wear, as long as his sleeves and trousers were rolled up. She unsuccessfully tried to stand up, panickedly scrabbling at the mound she had absent-mindedly packed onto her feet, but it was too late. She awkwardly clasped her hands around her shins, staring straight into the gentle sea lapping at the shore, listening to Lockwood breathe just a tiny bit more agitated than normal.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” In her nervousness, her voice had become a little too high pitched, but she hoped the wind has swallowed up most of it anyway.

“Did you have fun?”

Did she have fun? Maybe it was the shadow of what she was about to do looming over her, but everything had somehow felt extra funny in this trip. They played Charades until they laughed themselves blue in the face, ate so many biscuits until it was too much of an effort to trudge back to the house after their picnics, and fell over each other laughing as they watched George insistently yank at the front door that was mostly rusted shut. Even as she looked at Lockwood now, eyelashes bleached by the fading daylight, she felt a peace that had nothing to do with the sea, wind, or seagulls. It was the feeling of having so little, and yet having everything she could ever dream of needing.

But she couldn’t say all that. “Yeah. Nice change of scenery.”

He smiled, and her heart thumped crazily. It was so easy to get swept up in the grim of things and forget how young she was, with her whole life ahead of her to have all these firsts - first butterflies, first crush, first love, or even just the first delusion of being in love. Before the Poltergeist, she even remembered this one quiet night in, when she was lying on her bed with her legs up the wall, staring at the ceiling and seeing all these images of Lockwood, and it wasn’t until much later that she remembered they weren’t actually anything more than friends. It just felt so natural, so easy to want and to want him, the curve of his shoulders, the curve of his face… And she only felt that way with Lockwood. He made her feel giggly and as warm as the beach, and maybe it was unprofessional, irrational and irresponsible, but he brought out the worst - and the best - of her. She would do anything for him, even if it meant breaking her heart. Even if it meant breaking his heart.

“I know you’re planning something. And I know it’s something big.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been exhausted before, but not like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like your mind is somewhere else. Like you’re plotting. And I’m going to find out eventually, somehow.”

Her butterflies crumbled into nausea, and the hitch in her breath was anxious rather than coincidental. It was going so wrong so fast. She could feel her lips moving and hear the words coming out of them, but she wasn’t the one talking.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I am.”

“You will find out, eventually.”

“Exactly.”

“Like right now.”

“Like - what?”

“I’m leaving Lockwood & co.”

She didn’t expect herself to sound so calm, her tone to be so even. And from the looks of it, neither did Lockwood. Maybe replaying this instant for days in her head made her more prepared than she realised. Lockwood stared at the shore, unblinking, until she began to wonder if she had really even said it at all.

“Lockwood?”

But it was too late, and he was already up and swiftly walking back to their villa. She could only walk so fast, kicking the uncomfortable wet sand off her feet, her pleas for him to slow down or wait painfully hanging in the still air. He walked into the house and went straight to his room, closing the door shut while she stood helplessly in the doorway to the kitchen.

George was just finishing up the icing on his cake and Lucy was eating some of the leftover pineapple. She didn’t see the point in keeping it from them either. George was properly put off his cake and Lucy looked like she might cry.

The air in the house was too tense to have dinner that night, and so she went to bed after giving Lucy a quick hug. As she lay on her bed, she looked out the window through the reflection on her mirror, and watched the stars come up and go down. She and her packed bags had left before the sun came up.

She only lasted a summer.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

fëanorian week day one ✷ maedhros

“Maedhros did deeds of surpassing valour, and the Orcs fled before his face; for since his torment upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one that returns from the dead.”

-JRR Tolkien, The Silmarillion, “Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin”

[ID: A picspam consisting of 16 images in dark orange and grey.

1: Mountains in the mist / 2: Several swords / 3: Black text on a grey background reading “you collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you have committed” / 4: George Hard, a model with curly red hair and many light brown freckles. He is looking towards the viewer with a neutral expression / 5: A winding stone staircase / 6: Books stacked up / 7: A drawing of hands at different angles / 8: A crater full of lava / 9: George Hard, shot from slightly below / 10: A row of columns / 11: An open metal trap / 12: A drawing of a sun with many lines radiating out / 13: A brown hawk diving / 14: Black text in all caps reading “you already know how this will end” / 15: Barbed wire / 16: Copper-colored armor /End ID]

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🍉 Queer Palestinian Books for Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈

🍉 Want to add a bit more diversity to your TBR? Consider reading one of these queer books by Palestinian authors for Pride Month!

🏳️‍🌈 Fiction 🍉 The Skin and Its Girl - Sarah Cypher 🍉 You Exist Too Much - Zaina Arafat 🍉 Belladonna - Anbara Salam 🍉 A Map of Home - Randa Jarrar 🍉 Muneera and the Moon - 🍉 Guapa - Saleem Haddad 🍉 The Ordeal of Being Known - Malia Rose 🍉 The Philistine - Leila Marshy 🍉 Hazardous Spirits - Anbara Salam 🍉 From Whole Cloth - Sonia Sulaiman

🏳️‍🌈 Graphic Novels 🍉 Mis(h)adra - Iasmin Omar Ata 🍉 Where Black Stars Rise - Nadia Shammas & Marie Enger 🍉 Confetti Realms - Nadia Shammas 🍉 Nayra and the Djinn - Iasmin Omar Ata 🍉 My Mama's Magic - Amina Awad 🍉 Squire - Nadia Shammas & Sara Alfageeh

🏳️‍🌈 Non-Fiction/Memoirs 🍉 Are You This? Or Are You This? - Madian Al Jazerah 🍉 Love is an Ex-Country - Randa Jarrar 🍉 This Arab is Queer - (ed) Elias Jahshan 🍉 Decolonial Queering in Palestine - Walaa Alqaisiya 🍉 Queer Palestine and the Empire of Critique - Sa'ed Atshan 🍉 Between Banat - Mejdulene Bernard Shomali

🏳️‍🌈 Poetry 🍉 To All the Yellow Flowers - Raya Tuffaha 🍉 The Specimen's Apology - George Abraham & Leila Abdelrazaq 🍉 Birthright - George Abraham 🍉 The Twenty-Ninth Year - Hala Alyan 🍉 Blood Orange - Yaffa AS 🍉 Who is Owed Springtime - Rasha Abdulhadi 🍉 Shell Houses - Rasha Abdulhadi 🍉 Halal If You Hear Me - (ed) Fatimah Asghar & Safia Elhillo

🍉 None of us are free until all of us are free. 🏳️‍🌈

[eleanorandphantom]

Get to know me?

I kinda realized I never really introduced myself, so uh, hi!

My name is Echo :D I am pansexual and genderfluid, as for pronouns, I have no preferences, just don't call me an 'attack helicopter' and we'll be chillin'

I am 16, currently in Junior year, actually really enjoying it right now!

In most of my DR's my name is Eleanor, which is why its my user! I just feel connected to both names

Some non-shifting facts about me:

I have olive-green eyes

I have been singing/playing guitar/acting for around 10 years and I danced for 8 years (still dance for theater and funsies)

I play acoustic, electric, and a little bass

I am in a band as a lead singer and guitarist, we are called "Vessels of Rebirth"!!!

I am an alto-soprano! which is very fun as I can sing very diverse styles of music (my favorites being folk, rock, and gospel)

I am a Christian and follower of God, to whom I love dearly

Although I am a Christian, I do a lot of tarot reading, and I also see and speak with the deceased as well as have prophetic dreams on occasion. I currently have 3 spirits residing in my house, they are quite nice! (Also if you guys have any suggestions on incense please let me know! I need to add to my stash)

I do a ton of art, whether it be sewing, drawing, painting, photography, or making things out of materials, you will always find me with a new project (I'm currently working on a plushie bee for my friend in my Java class!!)

Speaking of java I am loving coding, that shit is cool

At the moment, I am leading in two shows (one is a murder mystery comedy, like clue, where the audience decides who the murderer is! The second is Spamalot, and I am the female lead, Lady of the Lake!!) I am also in the ensemble of Hadestown and doing crew for Little Mermaid! So a ton of theater stuffs going on (would you believe me if I told you I have 6 different theater-based DR's?? teehee)

I do a ton of reading, I love books; it's one of my dreams to have a Hobbit-inspired book room in my future house, complete with a circle door

I have a massive collection of plushies and stuffed animals, all of which I have named and remember perfectly (I love them sm)

My favorite colors are: forest/emerald green, sunset orange, TEAL!!!, deep purples, navy blue, maroon, pastel yellow, and blue/ashy grey

I am very Portuguese, and I love Portuguese food, my favorite being Bifanas

I have two pets, a 7 year old golden retriever named Ridge and an 11 month old ragdoll cat named Dexter (short for Dexteria, yes I am a DnD nerd)

Speaking of DnD, I am currently DM'ing three campaigns, and I'm in around 10-15 other campaigns, I love DnD a lot, it's one of my favorite hobbies

Onto shifting related stuff!

I have been shifting(minishifting partially, still shifting though!!!) since I was around 8 I guess? I didn't realize that was what I was doing at the time, and around 2021 I found out about shifting through a classmate (who brought it up at the most random time possible, an ELA class lol)

The first actual DR I ever made was a My Hero Academia reality, and by birds all mighty that script was ROUGH

But I still hold it close to my heart, even though it was so cringy

I took a break from shifting for like 7 months to a year at most, I believed in it, I just felt more content in my CR, but now I am at a point where I want to explore and be fully happy and learn and grow as myself!

Here is a list of my main DR's!

MPHFPC

Waiting Room

Phantom of the Opera

DnD homebrew (x3)

Better CR

Ever After High DR (x2)

Theater related (x6)

Apartment DR (x2)

Big Bang Theory

ASOUE

College DR (Harvard obviously)

Mad Scientist DR (before you ask, it's a book I'm writing, and No I am not the mad scientist)

Hogwarts (Not my favorite, but definitely for the vibes, witch-craft and ooo riding brooms is super fun! I kinda stay away from the main characters to the best of my ability, besides George tho, that man has my heart)

Those are my most recent ones, they all have their little quirks and loveliness that make them unique to me, if you have any questions about them I would be happy to answer!

I mainly post about my MPHFPC DR and more recently my Waiting Room, since they are the two realities I go to

I hope you guys enjoyed and got to know me a bit better, my asks/comments are always open so feel free to stop in and say ahoy!

Bye-bye for now :D

[hinnyfied]

Fireworks

For the @hinnymicrofic May 19th prompt: Smell

***

They snuck up on him often during that first summer – the memories – and they didn’t have the decency to follow any predictable pattern.

The flickering of the Burrow’s fireplace caught his eye, and he was back in the Room of Requirement, Fiendfyre threatening to engulf him.

The damp smell of fresh mulch in Molly’s garden brought him to the cellar of Malfoy Manor, breathing in musty air as Hermione screamed from an unreachable place above.

The dust from the floo filled his lungs, and suddenly he was crawling out of the rubble, his eyes landing upon Fred’s lifeless body.

The memories were mercifully fleeting in nature, flaring only briefly and bowing to Harry’s desire to go unnoticed, to remain firmly in the present.

Well, most of the time.

It was a calm evening in June, and George had emerged from his room, his spirits higher than they had been all summer. He wasn’t happy, not exactly, but there was a hint of life in his eyes that had been absent for what felt like ages. He had found a stockpile of fireworks in the shed and insisted upon setting them off after dinner. No one objected. 

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, and George lit the first one – a magenta Catherine wheel danced above the orchard, and hand-in-hand with Ginny, Harry smiled.

The show went on, eliciting clapping, cheers, even some laughter from the onlookers. Harry felt quite nearly normal as he looked down at Ginny’s face, its breathtaking beauty illuminated by the bursts of light.

First orange.

Then blue.

Then a vibrant, violent green.

The leaves were still as stone. This deep in the forest, wind was of little consequence to the mighty trees. Harry’s heart pounded as he approached the clearing, Voldemort’s voice quiet yet cutting just before him.

Any moment now, Harry would pull the cloak from his body, relinquishing his life to its untimely but necessary end. He would lock eyes with his murderer – a bright green light would barrel forward and claim him as its own.

Harry knew it to be true, for he had been here before.

And he would be here again.

But as he crumpled the corner of the cloak in his hand, ready to reveal himself and accept his fate, a smell gently caressed his senses. It was a subtle floral scent – one that brought him back to happy days at the Burrow, to the freedom of soaring across the Quidditch pitch, to private stairwells and satisfying sighs.

“Harry,” she called out from the distance. He reluctantly left the clearing, yearning to find the source, to take refuge in it.

“Harry, look at me,” the voice called again, but it was much closer, mere inches from his face. And just as suddenly as he had been transported away, he was back at the Burrow, looking into Ginny’s deep brown eyes as magnificent fireworks adorned the night sky above them.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

You turned our song down, baby, what for? You had lit candles on the dashboard Red roses growing out of the door Wanna say something you never said before

We were driving down Sunset You know I love fast cars Passed by where we first met Damn, we made it so far

Red eyes from the red light And that just set the mood You say you’re obsessed with me So I took a second …and I said me too

I’m obsessed with me as much as you Say you’d die for me, I’d die for me too And if I lost you, I’d still have me, I can’t lose When you say that you’re obsessed with me, me too

I did my hair like waves on the beach This dress so tight you can’t even speak My heels so high I might get a nose bleed Music’s so loud, but I hear your heartbeat

We were driving down Sunset You know I love fast cars Passed by where we first met Damn, we made it so far

Red eyes from the red light And that just set the mood You say you’re obsessed with me So I took a second …and I said me too

I’m obsessed with me as much as you Say you’d die for me, I’d die for me too And if I lost you, I’d still have me, I can’t lose When you say that you're obsessed with me, me too

I’m obsessed with me as much as you Say you’d die for me, I’d die for me too And if I lost you, I’d still have me, I can’t lose When you say that you're obsessed with me, me too

***

HIIIII SORRY GOTTA CRAM IN A COUPLE LAST MINUTE SUBMISSIONS BEFORE THE END OF FEMSLASH FEBRUARY

Okay, but tbh!!! I pair this song with YasMoon because of course I do, I pair everything with YasMoon, but it could easily work for S1 Yasmine x Anyone. That girl's egotism was absolutely UNMATCHED.

This song is honestly so perfect for S1 YasMoon at its most absolutely, shamelessly, rancidly toxic, and I am feral about it. Like, Moon practically worshiped the ground Yasmine walked on--to the point she just kept doing shit she was clearly uncomfortable with to please her girlfriend best friend. Like she laughed at all Yasmine's mean jokes, even though we know Moon isn't really a mean-spirited person! She let Yasmine boot Sam out of their clique (AND her fancy red Mercedes-Benz!), even though she would've readily taken Sam back if she apologized! She sat by Yasmine and watched their ex-friend get slut-shamed by the entire cafeteria, even though she clearly disapproved! Idk, sure sounds like someone's a little bit obsessed with impressing Ms. Off-Brand Regina George. But what do I know 💅

Also, yes, I absolutely believe these girls spent their off-screen time in Season 1 going on joyrides down Sunset Boulevard, blasting every generic pop-rock song they can get their manicured hands on, wearing stilettos and slutty dresses to get one another hot and bothered, gifting each other rose bouquets, having blatant fire hazards in their cars for the "sultry vibes," and fucking nasty in the most secluded corners of Encino. Both the back of that Range Rover and the back of that Benz have seem some action, I'm sure 👀

ALSO "You know I love fast cars" dying because Yasmine canonically does??? She loves cars so fast that they ram into the prized Pontiac Firebirds of jaded, ex-karate-champion alcoholics and bash them up so bad that said alcoholics have to get towed to their ex-karate-rival's car dealership and end up restarting an evil snake dojo out of spite. Was it worth it, Yas??? Was your love of fast cars worth kick-starting a martial arts war for the soul of the San Fernando Valley???

Kind of really like how this moodboard came out D: The scarlet, orange, yellow-blonde, and Slutty Pink™️combination goes so hard for them, imo. Also matches up with the colors these lesbians loves to wear, so!!! Yasmine and Moon love their oranges and reds and pinks 🧡❤️🩷 Coincidentally, a couple of those colors feature prominently in a certain flag...

YASMOON TAG LIST LET'S GOOOOO @multifandom-lesbian09 @karatecaulfield @themasterusersblog @ficusin @gemini-sensei @elisiassideb1tch

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request! Hopefully more YasMoon soon to come ❤️❤️❤️

[torrentialstardust]

UMINEKO OCS: PUMPKINPOD AND CHERAKNID

Lots of words and doodles this week, not so much polished work. If you don't wanna read this all, totally understandable. This was very fun, though.

Pumpkinpod and Cheraknid are spirits from the Coven of Weavers, who create grand tapestries of possible futures, providing prophecies and warnings to those who will listen. Many witches call upon them to aid in their planning. In the context of a board game like Rokkenjima, they can weave possibilities for solutions by using the Blue Truth and the Orange.

The Orange Truth is a truth on par with the Blue, but is designed solely to deny it. By having a coloured truth present, it pressures others to come up with a solution that accounts for it. This is especially useful in games where the Game Master is reluctant to give out Red Truth, functioning as a reasoning aid.

Pumpkinpod (It/They) and Cheraknid (They/It) (named by our beloved @junepop45) are partners who originate from one singular spider: Gyorg, the Weaver of Fear. Pumpkinpod is more stoic, choosing to deny premises with the Orange, whereas Cheraknid is more energetic, determined to come up with the most outlandish reasoning to work around it. Neither of the two are male or female, but according to them, they are still opposite genders.

When the possibilities have been exhausted, Pumpkinpod removes its large cloak, showing its crimson red heart, and it is finally revealed which Orange Truths were in fact real. It is unknown if the Red Truth is something Pumpkinpod always possesses, or if it is attained through "real world" revelation. It's best to treat it as if both possibilities are true while it remains unclear.

This is my plushie I got from TeeTurtle after finishing my uni course: Gyorg! I named them after Spiders Georg, and that one Zelda boss "Gyorg". It's pronounced with a hard "G", rather than like "George" is pronounced. I came up with the idea for a stand-in Red Truth and even the furniture with opposite but still non-binary genders around game 4, when Beato wasn't using the Red so much. It's just taken me a while to draw out the ocs. Tbh I still think they could use more detail and paraphernalia. If you end up drawing them, do go wild with headcanonny accessories and designs.

I also took the time to draw my witchsona again, I love how imagining myself as her makes me feel. I actually managed to get a payment through for HRT this week! Once again, if anyone wants to help me cover the costs, comms are open. That stuff was... not cheap.

I'm still not sure what to do about the remaining drawings. I might wanna start on a couple plot sensitive drawings and try and get them done quickly, then move onto drawing people's OCs so if it rolls over into our Higurashi reading, it's not bad for newcomers. Anyhoo, I'm excited for the beginning of the end tonight! Much love as always to you all.