#pirk

[anindoorchild]

Starfleet Academy Era and literally every time Pike appears Kirk exclaims “god you’re hot” and Bones has to lead him through exposure therapy to desensitize Jim to things like Pike’s captain voice and dress uniform. (Obviously it only makes it worse for Jim and he and Pike end up making out and being in love forever)

[trekkie-lkm-archive]

Info: Pike/Kirk ; anticipation (thread)

Fill: 1/1

Author: Possibly-thrice, Journal

Archive Link (crisper but no comments)

Archive Link (with comments but slightly fuzzy image)

note: original fic deleted however there is a link to a similar fic acting as the fill, in the comments of said fic there is a link to the delicious archives that, while currently don't work, i have a vague memory there was a way to view them still, may be debunked now that the actual servers are gone though- if anyone has any information please reply!

[portraituresque]

Janos Pirk - self portrait

[dorothea-wieck]

[rubypasha1]

Sometimes I imagine my eyes are someone else’s or that someone else can see through them. Perhaps another world where there is no sun and clouds, one where beauty is different compared to our own. I imagine that they look through my eyes just for a few moments, and it makes me look up.

Away from the screen, from books and art and other projects. It makes me look to the the sky, trees and family. Because if someone is looking through my eyes who search for beauty, I should show them. Because this world and some of the people in it, through all the pain and hellfire, are worth looking at.

Maybe I’m a little nuts, maybe I spend too much time looking down instead of around, but I like doing this. Just a moment or two everyday to take in the beauty around me and appreciate life in all its insanity.

[dorothea-wieck]

Elisabeth von Valous (gifs 1, 2, 3) was a pupil named Gretchen von Gustoow (not sure what is this supposedly double o.) No such pupil is mentioned anywhere, so the actress is unknown. (A revelation finally *eye roll*)

Also, in the list of roles, the first one, Marie(chen) is Heffersheim(?) somehow instead of Ecke (meaning: corner.)

MÄDCHEN IN UNIFORM  (1931) dir. LEONTINE SAGAN

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Spock started to walk, turning his head slightly over his shoulder.

'Noted and acknowledged, Captain!' The vulcan called back, that little grin still present. 'Just because I said 'in time' does not mean I meant a 'long time'.'

He might be better at this than he is given credit for.

[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 4

When Idol Factory first announced this series would be sixteen hour-long episodes, I thought that might be too much, but only four episodes in, and I NEED MULTIPLE SEASONS because I'm surprisingly loving each episode much like Pink Person Pin surprisingly loved that little cheek kiss from her Blue Beauty, so much that the blue door had to support her as she secretly blushed over it.

The major reason I love this show so much is Blue Beauty Anin is the perfect historical protagonist. She is rich. She has a trusty sidekick. She is intelligent. She has moxie! If she were a man, I'd be rooting for her to get the girl, but because she is a woman, I'm rooting even harder!

So it doesn't surprise me that her cousin also has a crush on her. She is wearing her blue after all.

Which just so happens to be when more purple starts to appear on Pin's clothing since blue + pink = purple.

But here's the thing - Just like a historical rich male protagonist, Anin's flaws are starting to show, like the fact that she made my girl Prik sad because she treated Prik like the servant Prik is by making her collect the balls rather than play with the royals.

And it could just be my bias showing since I love the actress, Looknam, but Anin is a princess. She has privilege. She has power. She has plans. And she has the means to make those plans happen because when she says she wants something, she gets it. When she says she is unhappy, people work to make her happier. And when she says move, people move.

Which is great. I support queer rights and wrongs! But what happens when Blue Beauty Anin hears "no"?

Can someone even say no? Can Pirk? Can Pink Person Pin?

Anin is using her cousin to make Pin jealous, but Ueangfah seems to actually like Anin, so in Anin's pursuit of what she wants, she is already hurting someone else beneath her because Princess Anin doesn't have to think of others.

Which I fully support.

Much like Anin letting Pin rest under a blue blanket, I think the story wants us to notice these moments so we can see Anin influence on others.

Anin is used to getting what she wants, but times are changing, and strangely enough, so are colors. Her brothers swapped colors this week.

And so did her aunt who wore a color only seen on Anin's mother up until now.

But, thankfully(?), her aunt was right back to her usual self when she left to attend to her duties outside of their beautifully large home(s).

Each character has been a consistent color, so to see everyone else change colors this episode EXCEPT Anin is interesting because, once again, I think the story wants us to see how stuck in her ways Anin is, so we can notice when her power starts to hurt her and she is forced to evolve.

Even Pin changed to purple as her feelings for Anin morphed, but Anin remained blue with a hint of how she can evolve by taking care of someone else instead of being cared for and with the color orange, which has been included in her dresses three times now.

I also found it interesting that Pin's pink was more vibrant once instead of the soft one she wears now.

And that her parents were blue and red. RIP parents who I never got to really know.

But back to Anin! She gets what she wants because she has power, but that power comes with a price. No matter how close Anin is with loyal sidekick, Prik is her servant, not her friend, and we keep getting little reminders of how little say Prik actually has over her life. Regardless of how Anin feels for her best friend, Pin is not a blood-related member of this family and (if I remember correctly) her adopted mother isn't either. Pin is beneath Anin, and doesn't have the freedom over her own life like Anin does. This isn't about being queer. This is about class.

So even though I should be delighted that the heavens approved of this relationship,

And that Pin was in Anin's blue (and her clothes) by the end of the episode,

I believe the series is already telling us that Anin doesn't have to change (her color), but that means everyone else will be forced to follow and do as they are told.

Even if they want to follow her until the very end.

[jesterbells]

"Study is not the goal, doing is. Do not mistake 'talk' for 'action.' Pity fills no stomach. Compassion builds no house. Understanding is not yet justice."

~Wisdom of the Jewish Sages: A Modern Reading of Pirke Avot

[noxspost]

Safety, in weird spot.

Vi was pacing as she was chewing on her chewable jewelry. It was a ring of food grade silicone and tied around with a simple cord. She was holding her octopus plushie too. Pa and pop-pop were off somewhere. Her eyes were watering as she walks out to find her family, Sevika is somewhere vi couldn't see much. She squeezes her plushie tighter, the kitchen smells like autumn, she looks for her mama. She then bobs her head as she was trying reach the shelf where she saw cookies. She tried everything but the shelf is too high. She was pouting very severely because she was unable to reach the cookies. After she failed 3 more time she finally gave up trying to reach the cookies. She walks off and went on trying to search for others.

She looks up and sees Sevika writing something down. She looked so serious as she was talking over the phone "yes Silco vi is safe. Jinx and Isha are off with ekko and Vander." She sounded a bit stressed. This makes vi pirk up and she bounces over and then she went "auntie!" Sevika's eyes went to her and smiles before she then pulls on Sevika's shirt "hang on, yes vi?"

Vi looked so happy as her cheweary and she asked "pop-pop? Can talk?" Sevika smiles and she then spoke into the phone "okay." She then went to talk with pop-pop some more before vi smiles and spoke into the "ello pop!" She gives Sevika a giggy smile as silco chuckles "Hello dear." He spoke his voice rough as he walks down a road. "When coming home?" Silco hums "I am getting Vander and the others." Vi was talking ans babbling about something she saw today. "Vik! Oh right he is making thing!" She was so happy when she was talking to pop-pop. "What do you mean?" Asked silco as he listened amused by this "he make his pet axolotl some wheel so they could walk!" He pulls away from the phone when vi was excited even more "nice that is nice."

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So vi is a age regresser. She stays around 9 years old sometimes younger or older but stays around 9 to 12. She also has chewelry. It is cheruble jewelry made out of food grade silicone. She has a necklace and a bracelet. She likes her necklace more than the bracelet.

Caitlyn is one of her care giver. Silco and Vander were the people who raised her and her sister after both their parents died. The others mylo and Claggor are her siblings same with Viktor. He is the oldest and vi is the third oldest power/jinx is the youngest.

Vi calls Sevika auntie And Sevika does not have the heart to stop her.

Silco is pop-pop Because often. He would vocal stem and make a popping sound. So they call him pop pop.

Vi loves octopuses and other sea creatures one of her favorite plushies, is in fact a giant purple octopus.

(the plushie)

Zaun is freed and mel It's a lot more steadfast to making sure that the independence stays when it comes to Zaun and piltover.

She is very much more cut throat here though she's still kind and empathetic.

Jinx goes by jinx since she is non-binary and goes by she/they.

[herrlindemann]

Rammstein, Open Air festival Pirk (Gardelegen or Zicken Zienau) in East Germany, 1994 (x)

[anindoorchild]

(after Nero, and Pike has totally healed and everyone is alive and well and hot and hot and happy and hot)

Kirk: “Captain.”

Pike: “Captain.”

Kirk: “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Pike: “You’re telling me.”

*furious make out ensues*

[im-dehydrated05]

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6

Angie and Daniela were in the living room watching a movie when Aurora walked in. The redhead immediately shifted her focus to the door, like a puppy who gets excited when its owner gets home. That excited look, however, slipped right off as she saw the two people who were walking in with her.

Daniela: "Bela?"

Angie pirked up, looking over the couch to see Bela, Mia, and her roommate, who had just walked in. Aurora gives them a hello and a wave as the other two make their way into her room. The brunette yanks Bela back by the shirt.

"Aren't you going to say hi to your sister, Bela?"

Aurora asked with a sweet voice, the grip on Bela's shirt totally contradicting her sweet tone. Mia snickered, watching from inside the room as Bela and Aurora were having a stare-off. The blonde let out a sigh, turning towards her sister.

Bela: "Hi Dani."

Daniela stuttered a hello back, and that's when Aurora finally let the blonde into her room. The brunette turned back to her roommates with a smile on her face.

"We're going to be busy with council work; don't let us distract you from your fun."

Angie sniggers at Aurora's interaction with Bela before giving her a thumbs up and turning back to the TV. Daniela just looked between Aurora's room door and the brunette, a look of confusion and curiosity on her face.

Daniela: "How long is Bela staying here?"

"She's staying the night; I've already called Cassandra; she'll be here later too."

Daniela's face lit up, giving Aurora a bright smile and a nod before turning around to watch TV with Angie. Aurora sighs, finally turning around to see Mia looking around her room like a curious little child, and Bela with an annoyed look on her face.

Bela: "I have more important things to do than stay the night."

"Too bad."

Aurora passes by Bela towards her closet, opening it. She looks on the inside, catching a glimpse of the wooden box her mother had put the stuff her grandmother gave her in.

She couldn't reach it.

Aurora groans, turning back to look at Bela, who, if her heart wasn't missing, she could probably give her a better cocky grin than right now.

"Can you, uh, get the box for me, please?"

Bela scoffs at Aurora's request but reluctantly walks over to the closet. She reached up, putting one hand on Aurora's hips to "keep balance," and grabbed the wooden box, handing it to Aurora.

Bela: "Here."

The brunette shot her a curious glance, which Bela just looked away from.

"Thank you, Bela."

Mia: "Really? Right in front of my switchblade."

Aurora jumped away from Bela, the both of them looking towards the third person in the room, who was just playing around with her switchblade on Aurora's bed.

Mia: "You two really know how to put on a show. It's like watching a rom-com, but less funny."

Aurora rolled her eyes, clearly unamused by Mia's commentary. She sat down next to Mia, who was twirling her switchblade in her hand. Bela stood next to them as Aurora opened the box.

Inside were several small jars filled with dried herbs, each labeled with handwritten notes. There was a mixture of lavender, sage, rosemary, and other plants.

Beside the jars, there was a necklace adorned with a small charm in the shape of a circle with the symbol of a gorgoneion. Aurora held it up, examining it carefully.

This is the necklace Grandma wore before she was diagnosed with dementia. Mom had told me Grandma lost it.

Mia: "That thing is ugly."

Mia said, reaching out to touch it. Aurora smacked her hand away, giving her a glare, before placing the necklace back in the box.

At the bottom of the box, there was an old, worn-down book. The book Aurora was looking for. Its pages were yellowed and frayed, showing signs of countless years, even centuries, of use. Aurora ran her fingers over the weathered cover before opening the book.

Bela: "Are you kidding me?"

The book was in another unknown language.

Bela, who had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot down on the ground, let out a frustrated sigh.

Bela: "Do you have any idea what it says?"

"Actually yeah."

Mia raised a brow at Aurora.

Mia: "You do? It just looks gibberish to me."

Aurora looked up from the ancient book, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

"Now I understand why grandma made me study Greek."

Bela: "So, what does it say?"

Aurora's eyes scanned the pages, her finger tracing the intricate symbols and glyphs.

"There's a lot of spells, rituals, and even curse-breakers, but I'll have to actually look through it thoroughly."

In that instance, the door of the room flew open.

Cassandra: "Hey dork!"

Aurora looked up from the book, a smile spreading across her face as she saw Cassandra standing at the doorway.

"Hey loser."

Cassandra paused for a moment, a look of surprise on her face, when she spotted her older sister in the room.

Cassandra: "I didn't know you would be here."

Aurora chuckled, closing the ancient book and placing it back into the wooden box.

"Yeah, she was kind of forced to be here."

Bela grumbled at Aurora's comment before making her way out of the room. Cassandra grinned, following behind her and immediately trying to make conversation with her. Leaving Mia and Aurora in the room.

Mia: "So... Bela, uh?"

Aurora held her breath, glancing at Mia.

"What about her?"

Mia: "I don't know; you always chose her in almost every loop before you started to choose Miranda. What was that about?"

Aurora sighed, her gaze turning distant as memories flooded back.

N͟o͟t͟ g͟o͟o͟d͟ e͟n͟o͟u͟g͟h͟.͟

"My past lives with Miranda came back first before the ones in the loops."

Mia looked almost guilty as suddenly Aurora's green eyes grew absent of the joy that was there only a moment ago. The abrupt change was off-putting. Mia reaches her hand out to comfort her friend, who immediately flinches away from her.

Mia: "Sorry... You know I'm not going to hurt you, right?”

.

.

.

Aurora: "I've heard you say those words before."

Mia could feel her heart sinking as Aurora stood up and walked out of the room. That feeling quickly turned to anger as she hit the surface of the bed repeatedly before jerking forward to cover her face with her hands.

Mia: "Fuck!"

[portraituresque]

PIRK, JANOS

Winter Self portrait with Yellow Brush, 1960

[dorothea-wieck]

Mädchen in Uniform (1931) poster

[harrystylesfan2686]

Starfall

Pairing: Mor x Reader

Summary: Day 6: Character A was so busy planning the perfect Starfall party, they forgot to get a date. Character B has an idea.

Warnings: Unedited, I'll do it after.

A/N: First of I am so sorry this is taking me this long, sorry if this one sucks I wrote it in a hurry. This is my submission to starfall week. Hope you like this 💕

Tagging: @carinaswife @starfallweek

Dialogue Prompts Masterlist

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You sigh looking around The House of Wind. It was your responsibility to hold a party this year, you had volunteered after seeing how much work Rhysand and Feyre already had. He was a little hesitant at first, never having given someone else the job of organizing the festival celebration, but he ultimately agreed because you were right, he didn't have time to think about such things.

You knew you had to do your best, having a dull party wasn't an option. There was no way you were forcing Rhys to take a break one year only for him to regret and never give the responsibility to anyone else.

You went all out, no limit on anything. Alcohol, decoration, food. You were busting your ass from an entire month, planning this party. You wanted it to be perfect, wanted everyone else to think it was perfect.

"You've done a brilliant job." Mor's voice filled with wonder as she looks around the room. A small group of people had gathered around the room, chatting and drinking, waiting for the show to begin at night. The actual crowd yet to come, considering the party had just begin.

You had heard a lot of compliments this evening, everyone seeming to like what you did with the opportunity. The heavy decoration getting special attention and wondering eyes. You admit, if felt really good, the appreciation but you were yet to get the approval of your high lord and lady.

When you turned around to look at More, your breath caught up. Wearing a shimmering white gown that started at her chest, just the right amount of her cleavage picking out from the hem, with no sleeves, showing off her smooth skin, and ending at her ankles, her feet tucked in light blue heels. And adorned with a thin diamond necklace and earrings.

She looked break takingly beautiful.

Gods the things you want to do to her.

Her eye brows raise in a silent question when you dont say anything and just stare at her. You close your opened mouth and clear your throat, trying not to seem like a hopeless in love. She doesn't know of your feelings and you don't intent on telling her.

"Thank you. You look- really good." You silently curse at youself for being dumbstruck. Her lips pirk up in a smirk, the slight hitch in your voice revealing a lot more then you wish for it too. She thanks you and stands beside you, looking over at the people.

"So, why are you not ready yet? You planning it would make people believe you would be the first to get ready." Her tone teasing but that doesn't stop you in sighing.

"There was a problem with the music band, trying to clear it took more time then I thought it would." You glance down at yourself, standing in a plain shirt and pants, while everyone else was looking thier finest. You should probably get ready now, before more people come.

Mor lets out a hum before speaking again, "And who is your date for the evening?"

Your cheeks flush and you look away from her brown eyes, "I don't have one."

She turns to you, eyes furrowed. "Why not? The last I heard you were with a handsome cook."

"That was months ago." Before I realized just how deep my feelings run for you. You don't speak the words you think. "And I didn't get any time to ask someone." You shrug.

"But you want one, don't you? Seeing you without a date on Starfall in wired for me." It's not a dig, you know it because it's true. You always had a date at Starfall, different males and females in your arms every year, inhopes that someone will spark your interest more then the female standing in front of you, none have made it to second year though.

"It's alright." You shrug again, trying to make your statement believable.

She is silent for a minute before nodding to herself, seeming decide on something and smiles. "I will be your date."

You freeze. Your eyes snapping to hers the second later. Mischief written clearly in them as she takes your hand. "Oh- No, no. It's alright you don't need to do that for me- I mean, I'll be alright. Cause like I don't need a date. Not that I don't want one but, I don't need one- I'll just stay single fur one year. It's okay. You don't need to-" You babble in nervousness, unable to think straight as her smile widens at your state and her hand grips tighter on yours.

"Y/N, shut up." You quickly do, knowing if not then you'll probably say something you'll regret later. "I will be your date It's finale. Now go get ready."

She releases your hand and nudges you toward the bedrooms. You go obediently, without another word as you try to process what just happened.

This is like a dream come true.

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A knock your door disturbs you as you try to think yourself up in the mirror. You are ready, wearing your dress and hair the way you decided. You look beautiful, smiling at yourself as you turn to look at yourself from every angle. Mor having told you about your plans just made you more motivated to look your best.

You nod at yourself one last time before turning to open the door. Standing on the other side is Morrigan, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her mouth openeing slightly as she looks at you, up and down, and again, not knowing what to say.

"You, look really beautiful." She smiles at your and you blush under her stare. "And these are for you." She hands you the bouquet. "My date." Her smirk widens when you take it from her, your face unable to hold your smile. You thank her and she holds out a hand,"Shall we?"

"Why not." You nod and put aside the flowers, taking her hand and closing to door behind you. "I still can't believe you declared yourself my date." The two of you laugh and you prepare youself for the night ahead.

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At the end of the night, you stand at a balcony, looking over the stars crashing into each other. The colours illuminating against your face and you close your eyes to bask in them.

"You truly are so beautiful." A murmur laced with wonder speaks from beside you as Mor comes, leaning on the railing ahead of you. Your smile automatically widens at her voice, her perfume, her presence. You open your eyes to look into hers.

Oh how gorgeous she is.

You want to hold her close and never let go. Kiss her and touch her until all she knows is you. Love and pamper her in the way no one ever has. Stand on this very railing and scream on top of your lungs, declaring your love for her until the entire world knows just who you belong to.

Maybe you've had quiet a lot of drinks.

"Kiss me." You whisper, your drunken mind not caring about the consequences of your words.

Her eyes flare in surprise, "What?"

"Kiss me." You repeat, grining widely at her.

She is silent for a moment before she lifts her hand to cup your cheek. "You don't mean that."

"I do." You nod enthusiasticly. "Kiss me." You say aloud for the third time, looking at her lips and licking your in anticipation.

"No, you kiss me." Now she can't help but agree, seeing the happiness in your eyes. She wants you, so much, but if your doing this just because your drunk, she might as well let herself this small moment of content.

Your hands lift to wrap around her neck and your lips rest on hers. Both of you sighing in content when you finally kiss the other. In a rush of moment, your tougnes mangle, your breaths mix as you moan in the others taste. Having tiptoed around the other for years, you finally let yourselves have this small moment, not caring about the future.

You kiss each other like your life depends in it. Your head spins, from the alcohol or the kiss your not sure. Mor's lips just as intoxicating. You kiss until your lips feel numb, you finally pull back, resting your foreheads together, looking into the others eyes with equally widened smiles.

You don't care what happens in the morning, only that you love her now and kiss her again with everything you have.

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