#pure team christine moment

[helifreds]

For the music ask game🎵: 2, 10, 12, 16, 18, 28 e 59

I numeri a disposizione erano parecchi devo dire XD quindi la mia lista é lunghetta ma non sentirti obbligat a farli tutti

Thanks for the asks💛💗:D

2 - Top 10 favorite songs at the moment (not in order of importance)

1. If I had a gun by Noah Gallagher

2. It won't always be like this by Inhaler

3. Sky by Renoir

4. Homesick by Noah Kahan

5. Brighter Side by WILD

6. Have a nice day by Bon Jovi

7. Siamo qui by Vasco Rossi

8. Full of life by Christine and the Queens

9. Where is my love by SYML

10. With or without you by U2

10 - 3 songs that make you happy

1. Dragostea din tei by O-Zone (I know, I know, it's a pure meme but it really got the vides XD)

2. Preacher by OneRepublic

3. To the sky by Owl City

12 - 3 songs that make you nostalgic

1. The funeral by Band of Horses

2. Where is my love by SYML

3. Still I fly by Spencer Lee

16 - 2 songs that hold meaning for you

1. Eve of destruction by Barry McGuire - I knew this song from the A-Team "Sound of thunder" episode, so thanks also for this A-Team :')

2. Seven wonders by Fleetwood Mac - gosh, I got such memories of this song👀 I heard it on the radio less than 15 minutes before my first flight and geez everything in my life changed after that, so yeah, it gots a very great meaning to me

18 - First vocalist you remember being a fan of

John Lennon P:

I had this teacher in primary school which made us often hear Beatles songs during some english lessons and I didnt knew pretty anything about music... and I really liked them👀 so yep, that's how it started

28 - Favorite soundtrack

"Nemo Egg" from Finding Nemo

Absolutely onorable mentions to "Define Dancing" from Wall E, "McQueen and Sally" from Cars and "Starwaves" from Oblivion

59 - Bands/Artists you still wish to see live?

Pretending that I can go everywhere I want and I just robbed a bank, I'd like to see these three

1. OneRepublic - but most of the songs of them I like were made 10-15 years ago... so idk exactly if they'll ever do a remake of old concerts lol; a 'greatest hits' concert would be perfect though XD

2. Bon Jovi - YES, YES AND MORE YES

3. Vasco Rossi - ah... ok, I've actually "seen" his concert a couple of weeks ago and even if it was from outsite of the stadium we all could hear everything perfectly well

This was the first ever concert I saw and I have to say that wow I really liked it👀 I wasn't really a fan of his songs, I only heard them when they passed on radio... but now, after being there and listened at some very great musical pieces I'd really like to see him Live again (but this time from inside the stadium XD)

Bonus:

4th way too expensive dream - Finding Nemo Orchestra on "Pixar in concert" at the Hollywood Bowl in Los Angeles

[westleywithatea]

My thoughts on American Born Chinese (TV series)

My sister and I recently finished American Born Chinese, the TV series. Now I share my thoughts. I'll try to keep them in chronological order.

SPOILERS AHEAD!!

So...

After watching the first 2 episodes, my dad believed that the writers were racist towards Caucasians because the principal character mispronounced the 2 Chinese characters' names.

Note: My family is Asian. Both of my parents are born and raised in Vietnam.

I think the principal character was just clueless.

We accidentally watched Episode 2 and 3 out of order.

we get a flashback of Guanyin and Wei-Chen in Magic China. The trees are red, people are flying, you would think that you're watching the wrong show... If you had no idea what the show was about.

Flying people feels familiar nostalgic

Soccer team party and ... I'm pretty sure that's hazing

as long as nobody gets hurt

There's a lot yellow lighting. idk y

Sun Wukong hiding the staff in his ear is purely Chinese drama/TV only. according to my sister. Who read the novel? can they confirm?

Majority of episode 4 is a flashback in a style of an old Chinese Drama

it looks like something my parents would watch when I was small child age

You have no idea how many adaptations of Journey to the West there is. The original Classic novel is really old.

ALL BUDGET WENT TO COSTUME AND SET DESIGN!

Even the editing and CGI is low-budget. The way how the staff floats in the air, as if it's on a string. I love it. Very 1 on 1 with what I grew up with.

Episode 5: oh gods. NOT THE AUNTIES COMPARING CHILDREN!

Kế Huy Quan has a very Viet spelling of a name, but he's of a ethnic minority. My dad reads his name and knows Quan is Chinese.

(I'm still waiting for Wikipedia to fix the IPA pronunciation guide of his name. It's "Kay", like okay and hay. Not "kee", like Key or tree. )

His character, Jamie Yao, is very meta. I can tell the writers wrote him as someone who took on cardboard POC characters of the past. The writers and actors are using Jamie as that outlet to tell us what they always want to tell everybody from the beginning.

on to the next episodes...

transformations are never on screen. just off screen. play with cuts, lighting/ flashes, and other things. budget of this show went towards more important things.

Why is the dog in Ep 6 a yorkie? idk... I think they should've gone for another breed.

Episode 7: so... Did the Principal assumed Jin's mom as a tiger mom?

And shouldn't Jin's mom be using her maiden name? Or did Jin's parents got too assimilated in the American/ Western culture?

their names are Christine and Simon.

actually, they let Jin try out sports, go out with friends, and have a birthday party. With curfew.

They let him have a life!!

I wish my paretns are like that. >:(

I declined a birthday party invitation in 3rd grade because I was too afraid to ask my parents. I was so sure they would say no. They always say no to cousins sleepovers. (it's a sleepover of just the cousins.)

Episode 8: so the season finale ...

Jin's parents were fighting, now making up. There was no kissing. Thank you. Asian parents don't kiss. or people of that generation don't kiss. No kissing in East Asia.

flying people is normal. welcome to wuxia and xianxia. Let's GO!!!

Jin is so awkward. His kiss with Amelia is awkward. I appreciate. It's not a full on make out, like Hollywood rom-com. It's an awkward kiss done by awkward kids. Very real and in-character.

was that monologue about himself, Jin?

Very realistic ending. Very HISHE- moment. Jin asking for repeat and slower, because his Chinese isn't very good. Mood. Big Mood.

Where's Sun Wukong's monkey accent? Every CH drama has him in monkey accent. Including VN dubbing? (I'm talking about present day. I'm not talking about the Ep 4 flashback. idr if he spoke with monkey accent in the flashback.) Did he got too tired + stressed from parenthood that he turned super serious?

Sandy is now a woman

My dad explained this show to his sister as Sun Wukong but for kids of the 21st century. (She was staying over for a few nights and only watched like... 1 or 2 episodes.)

he is not wrong

occasionally, he explains the characters' Vietnamese names to me and my sister. The translation is still the same. Sounds are similar, because Vietnamese borrows a lot from Chinese.

Mom be walking in on the Mandarin-speaking scenes and asking what we're watching. Because we rarely watch films and shows in Chinese. It's either in English or Japanese (anime).

Imagine trying to explain Sun Wukong to your parents, who know the stories very well. But the catch is the language translation.

It's not Sun Wukong to my parents, It's now Tôn Ngộ Không (Tone Ng-oh Kh-ong).

Dad not understanding why Michelle Yeoh/ Dương Tử Quỳnh is returning to Hollywood because of her age.

I can not tell if he's being negative or positive or just plain confused. Or maybe he's confused on why his kids are watching her and not someone younger?

all story arcs get tied together in the very end. that's the point of drama writing. but there are few loose ends that bother me. like the pendant being lost forever.

This is a story about an immigrant family, written by immigrant families for immigrant families.

This is a story about being Asian, American, Asian-American, Asian in America, immigrants, and a child of immigrants.

Written by those people for those people

UPDATE:

It has come to my attention that there were on-screen transformations with special effects and CGI for the first few episodes

I guess the budget sorta ran out for the final episode??

I am disappointed in the cancellation of the show. Disney didn't advertise it well enough.

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Avengers Moments: Short Stories Collection

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mdLaAt3 by SaRfIna17 “Avengers Moments: Short Stories Collection” is your ticket to a rollercoaster of emotions with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes! Get ready for laughs, tears, and heartwarming adventures as these short stories explore friendship, family, romance, and sci-fi. Based on your suggestions, each tale offers a unique, feel-good journey. No smut, no drama—just pure, uplifting vibes! Plus, we’re all about creating a welcoming, inclusive space where love in all its forms is celebrated. Words: 166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Avengers shorts stories. Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Ultimates), Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Peter Parker, Michael Jones, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Lila Barton, Yelena Belova Relationships: Avengers Team Members (Marvel)/Other(s) Additional Tags: Avengers Family, One Shot Collection, Short One Shot, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy, Sad, Funny, Drama, Romance, Family, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Friendship, Science Fiction, Bittersweet, Angst and Humor, Angst, Character Study, Team Bonding, Heartwarming, Reader Suggestion read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mdLaAt3

[nursc]

a sweet smile forms on her lips when he looks away, blue eyes catching the faint green blush staining his cheeks, a dead give-away that her stoic vulcan wasn’t as controlled as he’d like everyone to think. before, such a sight would have filled her with pure euphoric high. she had done that, christine would think, the ego boost adding a pep to her step for the rest of the day. now that things are more involved, it fills her with an undescribable warmth, pink flooding her own cheeks.

it brings to mind the echoes of her first crush, a dimpled boy from her softball team. after practice, they'd linger on the bleachers, a silent understanding enveloping them. words were unnecessary, the shared awkwardness making the situation not awkward at all.

spock makes her feel fifteen again.

the only difference is that she's got game now.

words remain unnecessary. an unwanted intrusion to the charming sweetness of the moment. instead, her pinky broaches the subject; silently, she moves her hand, so it stands between them, and with gentle, quiet delicacy, it bridges the space between them, creating a solid connection as her fingers brush against his.

there is part of him , that he is not entirely sure why , that when he is around her , he finds himself turning into a LOVESICK fool . all logic fades out from him && the feelings that he harbors for her -- ones that he knows he logically cannot have , should not have . for him , finding this vulnerability is alarming . vulcans are not fond of emotions , they have strived for many years to make sure that their emotions are kept in check as those aspects could be volatile && DANGEROUS . as a half-vulcan , he finds himself struggling with such thoughts much more than perhaps his father ever did . && christine ... she ...

spock did not know . he did not why or how she did this to him . but he found himself being pulled inexplicably towards her in every means of the word .

she does not seem to mind . enjoying almost the way he seems to falter around her . spock dips his head down , trying not to over-focus on his own actions . she bumps his shoulder slightly but does not speak . he is now completely engrossed in her && not the situation that they have found themselves centred in . he spies her quietly for a moment before turning his head away . hiding the faint green flush that was barely tinting at the points of his ears .

[marleneoftheopera]

Christine, certified girl boss.

A direction I wish was used more. After everything that happens, seeing Christine almost intimidate the Phantom is so satisfying.

Felicidad Farag, Madrid

Julia Moller, Madrid

Anne Gorner, Essen

Ana Marina, World Tour

Valerie Link, Hamburg

Lauri Brons, Hamburg

Harriet Jones, London

Meghan Picerno, World Tour

Lina Mendes, Brazil

Also, this is by no means a complete list. 

[lightmeuplivly]

The Science Project

eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

summary: you get paired with eddie for a science project...

warnings: cursing, not following the scientific method

word count: 2.1k

AN: this is based on a scenario I made before i went to sleep last night 😭

(not my gif)

It all started Monday morning in Mr. Robinson’s science class…

“Okay class this week we are going to be doing a partner science experiment.”

You got excited and looked at one of your best friends from your cheerleading squad, Lisa. (change if that’s your name)

 “But, you are not going to be picking your own partners, I will. First ones up, Christine Cunninngham and Jennifer Smith”

Your smile dropped. You were sure that you would get paired up with some dick from the basketball team. You were a nice person and were very friendly to everyone but the guys on the basketball team were straight up bullies. Jason, the captain, always bullied the outsiders, and he always bullied Eddie Munson. You always liked Eddie even since middle school. You thought he was kinda cute and never deserved what was handed to him.

“Lisa Marshall and Jason Carver”

She looked at you with pure horror. She hated him just as much as you do. Really almost the whole squad couldn’t stand him besides Chrissy. 

“Last but definitely not least Y/N Y/L/N and Eddie Munson.”

Well that was a surprise. For both of you. Over the years you had only talked to him a handful of times. By the time you made it to high school you developed a small crush on him, but you always thought that he didn’t like you. To him, he thought you were the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid his eyes on. 

You walked over to his desk in the back of the class. This could be good, maybe by the time this is over you guys could be friends.

“Hey Eddie, I know you don’t know me much but I’m happy that I got paired with you instead of the guys from the basketball team” you chuckled.

He was surprised to hear that from you. He thought since you were a cheerleader that one of the players could possibly be your boyfriend.

“I didn’t know you think that way sweetheart”

You covered your face while blushing. How did he already make you blush?

You laughed, “ So , umm, after school I was wondering if we could work on the project at maybe your house?”

“Sure yeah, we can ride together in my van?”

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll see you later Eddie” you smiled and went back to your desk for the rest  to hear Mr. Robinson tell you the requirements for the project.

As the day went on you couldn’t help but feel giddy. “Hey Y/N, why are you smiling so much?” you were at lunch with Lisa staring off into nowhere thinking about Eddie. 

“Oh, I know what this is about. It’s because you got paired with Eddie” she said in a sing-song voice while poking your cheek.

“Oh, quit it. We’re only doing a science project together, besides he’d never like me anyway”

“Shut up Y/N. He’s so lucky that you like him. You are the total package: hot, kind, and smart.”

“Thanks Lisa, You’re the best” you hugged her and finished your lunch.

When the school day came to a close you stood outside waiting for Eddie. A few moments later he came out and ran towards you.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I got caught up a little with my friends but now I’m all yours”

You liked the sound of that.

“It’s fine Eddie. Ready to go?”

“ Yeah I’m ready.”

The walk to his car was silent. But both of your minds were running rampant with thoughts about the other. When you got in his van you were hit with the smell of his cologne and cigarettes. You didn’t mind though.

“You mind if I turn on some music?”

“No, not at all. It’s your car.”

He popped in a Queen cassette. When you started mouthing the lyrics to the song. His eyebrows shot up.

“I didn’t know you listened to this music. I thought you liked Madonna or Whitney Huston or something”

“What? I mean yeah they’re great but Queen is better.”

That just made him like you ten times more.

“Okay since you have ‘taste’ what’s your top three?”

“Not in any particular order Dio, Metallica, and obviously Queen.” 

When he heard that he wanted to turn his van around and drive straight to the courthouse to marry you. He would have never thought that his crush since sixth would love the same bands as him.

“Hm, I guess you do have taste” he looked at you with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Well, I could’ve told you that. What’s your top three?”

“Actually they’re the same as yours.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile but you had to play it cool.

“Interesting I guess you also have good taste”

A few minutes later you pulled up to his trailer. Right you guys had to work on a science project. You were too distracted with laughing and blushing to remember why you were actually going to his house.

You and Eddie got out of the van and went inside. You guys sat down in his living room and pulled out your books. 

“Hey I was thinking maybe for our project we could make something blow up” He said with a playful face.

“ I mean that wouldn’t be the worst idea” smiling at him “I have an idea,” “alright what is it?”

You stood up fastly “ okay I need dish soap, hydrogen peroxide and yeast. Do you have any of that here?”

“Yeah I got that stuff. What are you up to princess?”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

_

After getting all the things together you told him your plan.

“Okay Eds, I-”

“Eds? Hm I like that nickname”

You giggled behind your hand “Okay I’ll keep calling you that from now on”

After showing him the experiment he was esatic.

“HOLY SHIT Y/N that was badass. How did you come up with this?”

“Well when you get bored you just start mixing things together”

“Woah princess, this whole time I didn’t know you were badass”

“Guess there's a lot you don’t know about me Eds”

He just smiled and laughed “ I guess not”

You looked at the clock and gasped “Oh shit” It was 9:30 your parents wanted you home by 8:30.

“I’m sorry Eddie but I have to go home I’m already and hour late”

“Oh shit , that’s my bad. I’ll take you home.” That was sweet of him, really really sweet.

“It’s okay you really don’t have to do that”

“No it’s okay I want to and I’m kinda the reason you’re late.” He really just wanted more time alone with you even though you guys would probably be together all week.

“Okay fine but only because I don’t want my parents to be more pissed at me than they probably are now”

While in the van he put in a Metallica cassette and you both jammed out on your way home. He turned down the radio when he pulled up in front of your home.

“So I guess I'll see you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, most definitely.” 

When you left the van he already missed you. You both went to sleep that night dreaming about each other. 

The next day instead of going home after school you and Eddie both decided to work in the school library. For a guy who had to repeat his senior year twice he was really smart.

“So Mr. Robinson said we need theory so what do you have in mind, Eds?”

“I was thinking that maybe yeast makes the difference?”

“Yeah that’s good we can go with that”

After a few more hours of work it was time to go home. You had your friend pick you up so you wouldn’t cause Eddie more trouble. But he didn’t care. He loved spending time with you, if was jamming out in his car or working on a project.

“Hey, Y/N I won’t be able to work on this tomorrow I hope it’s okay”

“Oh that’s fine Eds, we’re practically done anyway we can just get the presentation together on thursday.

Still loved when you called him that.

“I, umm, actually have hellfire tomorrow and I was wondering if you would like to come”

This made your heart pound. Eddie Munson wanted you to come to his Hellfire meeting. You were just standing there with a blank face and it made him nervous.

“I mean, y-you don’t have to I just thoug-”

“I would love to” you smiled and laughed at his nervous state.

“Great I’ll see you there”

_

The next day at lunch Lisa could tell something was wrong. 

“Y/N you okay?”

You looked up from your food to look at her. The truth was you were anxious about Hellfire. What if they didn’t like you? What if you embarrassed Eddie? What if Eddie didn’t want to be friends with you anymore if you messed up? All these thoughts and more were running through your head.

“Hm? Oh nothing”

Lisa wasn’t convinced

“What’s wrong? Trouble in paradise?” She smirked at you

You rolled your eyes “Shut up.”

Her eyes turned serious. “Seriously, what's wrong?”

“I’m just a little anxious. Eddie asked me to go to his Hellfire meeting and I just don’t want to mess things up with him.”

Lisa could tell you really cared about him. It was cute seeing you crush so hard on a boy.

“Hey, everything is going to be okay. You’re just gonna go in there be yourself and everyones gonna love you” she really made you feel better that’s why she was your best friend.

“Ughh, this is why I love you” you said while hugging her.

“Yeah, I know I’m the best”

“Moment ruined”

You sat back down and listened to her talk about some college boy she was crushing on.

_

Five minutes til Hellfire…

You were in the girls bathroom because you thought you were about to puke up your lunch. You had never been this nervous in your life. This was getting a little pathetic you thought. You splashed some water on your face and left for the drama room. When you got to the door you looked in through the window to see that almost all the seats around the table were taken except one that was right next to Eddie. That must be your seat. 

After taking a deep breath you twisted the handle and walked in. Everyone's head in the room turned up to look at you.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding” a curly head boy said.

“Told ya. Anyway guys I would like you to meet a good friend of mine Y/N Y/L/N”

You didn’t like that word. Friend. You wanted to be more than just his ‘good friend’.

“Hi everyone it’s great to finally meet you”

Everyone started to ask you questions all at once. The ones you caught were ‘How did you meet Eddie?’ ‘How long have you guys been friends?’ and the one that caught your attention the most was ‘Are you two dating?’ you wish. When you sat next to Eddie all that anxiousness went away. He smiled at you and just like that you were okay.

During your time there you found out names and you picked up on how to play a little. And now you have three new friends, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. They were really nice to you, especially Dustin. Also during your time there you stole a few glances at Eddie. He looked so pretty being in charge and everything. You were having so much fun but like they say time flies when you’re having fun. But you had to talk to Eddie before you left.

“Eds, thank you so much for inviting me I had the funnest time”

He was surprised you felt this way. Maybe you liked spending time with him just as much as he liked spending time with you.

“You’re welcome, didn’t think you were going to enjoy it that much. We’re all just a bunch of nerds playing a fantasy game”

“No, I love it here and maybe I want to be a nerd too”

God, He was falling in love.

His silence made you feel a little less confident.

“I mean if you don’t want me to join I don’t have too-”

He cut you off with a rough kiss. This definitely caught you off guard. Your stomach filled with butterflies and you obviously kissed him back. He held the sides of your face with his hands. His rings felt cool on your cheeks. When you separated you just let it all out.

“Eddie, I have had a crush on you since freshman year. 

“Well I’ve had a crush on you since sixth grade so I win” with that he leans in for another kiss.

For the first time in your life you actually had to thank Mr. Robinson.

[ironunderoos]

Dare part 5

Prompt: bad boy Tony Stark tries to seduce nerdy Peter Parker because of a bet.

Part one, ... part four

Lunch time rolled around and Tony decided to go all in and ask Peter to go on a date with him. But again he got the brush-off. Sort of.

"I can't. I have decathlon practice after school."

"Okay, and afterwards?"

Peter squirmed. "I don't know." But he blushed and looked at his feet in a way that told Tony that he wasn't completely averse to the idea.

"How about I accompany you to your practice? And we see afterwards?"

"You-... you would?"

"Yeah, why not?"

What could go wrong?

*

"Anthony Stark! What a pleasure! Please come in, don't be shy. Come. Here, sit down! Yeah, here up front. We're short on participants at the moment anyway!"

"But Mr. Harrington-...!"

"Shush Flash, you can ring the bell. Let him through. The addition we needed. Anthony Stark! Splendid!"

"It's Tony."

"Of course, of course. Now, where were we?" Mr. Harrington, a soft man with teary eyes and restless hands, skipped to a desk where he kept his cards. He looked around and smiled his shortsighted but broad smile.

In front of his table were two others, each with a big red buzzer on them and three chairs. Peter, who sat next to Tony, leaned in, speaking from the corner of his mouth. "Sorry…"

Tony managed to not roll his eyes.

Next to Peter sat a curly girl he didn't recognize and who ignored him with much effort. The boy named Flash pouted next to Mr. Harrington. On the other table three other kids stared at him - one of them Christine Everhardt.

Tony waved.

Fine, he would participate in this super-nerdy, awkward quiz show practice. Once.

"Allright, boys and girls! Here we go!" Mr. Harrington squinted at the first card. "What are the 2 main types of black ho-...?"

"Stellar and super massive," Tony said absent-minded. He stared at the girl next to Peter who watched him as if she wanted to set him on fire.

"That's invaliiiiid, you didn't use the buzzer!" the boy named Flash whined.

"Yes, yes. You need to use the buzzer A-... Tony. But excellent answering. Excellent!"

This time Tony rolled his eyes. Loudly.

"Okay-dokay, next question. According to Einstein's theory of relativity, what effect do massive objects have on space and time?"

BUZZ

Peter's hand was under Tony's on the buzzer. He licked his lips and smiled before he answered to Mr. Harrington. "They bend space and time."

His cheeks were a little red again. He looked cute. Tony stared at him and slowly pulled his fingers back to free Peter's hand.

Mr. Harrington was short of popping out his bow tie out of pure joy about his smart students when he grabbed the next card. "Okayyy next question…!"

*

Time went by surprisingly fast. The team was smart and to his astonishment Tony had to think fast to have a chance on the buzzer. Especially between Peter and him, despite being on the same team, a kind of rivalry developed that was… fun!

Christine seemed a bit sour in the beginning but that spurred her to more efforts and soon the whole group was in full competition mode.

It was the best day of Mr. Harrington's life.

*

"Your knowledge is so broad! I'm good at math and science but when he asked in what year Martin Luther King received the Nobel prize I was at a loss!"

Peter's eyes sparkled above his milk shake. They sat in a small cafe close to the school where Tony had taken him after decathlon practice. This time without objections. At least after Tony had fended off Mr. Harrington, who wanted to engage him as a core member of the team. Tony excused himself with the hint that he was leaving Midtown Tech in three months, way before the next tournament.

Tony sipped his coffee and thought about Peter's compliment. "I didn't know this was special."

"It is." Peter looked down and picked at the cherry in his sundae with his straw, obviously a bit embarrassed about his excitement about Tony's knowledge. But he still smiled.

Tony felt himself blush, which wasn't something that happened often. Maybe because he wasn't used to being praised for his intelligence and knowledge. Of course people knew he was smart. But he didn't show it too much in school. And his family simply took it for granted. Something he had to be, because being his father's son.

The people he'd been sleeping with hadn't given a damn about it. Not until today though, when Christine had stared at him as if he'd grown a second head. But with Peter it was the first thing that got him really excited about Tony. Not his bike or his leather jacket or his bad boy attitude. Or his father's wealth. No, the fact that he knew where the oldest Bible had been found and what Egyptians used to mummify their passed-away.

It made Tony proud, in a strange way.

"You know what? It's almost a pity that you're leaving school in such a short time. I mean… for decathlon and… uh…" The boy looked up and the adorable blush on his cheeks made his eyes shine some more.

Tony watched him and a part of him felt the same way. "Yeah…"

*

"Hey May," Peter called when he closed the apartment door behind himself.

His aunt peered out of the kitchen. When she saw that her nephew was okay she smiled. "Hey sweetheart, you're late today. How was school?"

"Good." Peter hung up his coat, shuffling around with a silky smile on his face that he couldn't get rid of. I've been out after decathlon practice with a friend…"

"A friend huh?" May grinned. She looked him up and down and Peter knew that she knew that he was all over the moon. Strangely he wasn't really embarrassed. Not without her though.

Peter felt his blush intensify. God, he couldn't stop smiling. Tony had been so… impressive and cool at practice and… sweet and nice when they went for ice cream. His eyes had rested on Peter if he was something precious and his lips…

Peter looked down at his shoes.

"Yeah. A new friend."

"You gotta tell me, darling! And invite him over, I want to meet him!"

"Yeah, maybe." Tony Stark would probably fall over when he had to walk into such a small apartment all devoid of champagne and caviar!

But no. When Peter thought about it, he couldt bring himself to believe that Tony would scrunch up his nose about them being poor. Tony wasn't like that. He acted arrogant and posh around his friends but behind his tough facade he was nice and friendly and open and smart. And made butterflies dance in Peter's belly.

"I'm going to my room until dinner. Homework," he called.

"Of course baby."

And if he thought a bit more about Tony, staring at the ridiculous photo Mr. Harrington had shot of the two of them battling for the buzzer, what of it?

Part six 😀

[horsegirlneigh]

First, thanks as always for all your posts, you weave a very fine narrative of antic joy and a life well run, just remember to find those needed moments of rest! Someone posted about Sarah Brightman bring the “best” Christine, I was lucky enough to see her and Mr. Crawford five times on Broadway, they as a team with the late, great Steve Barton were perfection. I’ve seen the show MANY times since, and I’ve never experienced a better trio in the show. They were all pure in their roles, effortless

Thank you anon, I'm glad you enjoy my frantic narration of my life on here...

And gosh, if I could go back in time I would just go and see so many shows but the original phantom cast would be sooooo high up on my list. Everyone I have met who saw them live says they were truly incomparable and I wish I could have seen it!

[timebird84]

🎄 PotO Advent Calendar 2020 🎄

By @paperandsong​

Feast Your Eyes

Gifted to @shinyfire-0​

Happy Christmas everyone!

     Christine rose from her bed long before sunrise and padded sleepily into the kitchen. She lit the oven and pulled down an old recipe book from a shelf. She cracked it open to a page marked with a red ribbon; recipes for Luciamorgon, written by the hand of Maman Valerius’ own mother, and brought from the old country long ago. Its tattered pages were heavy with the nostalgia of mornings past and the expectation that such traditions will go on forever. 

     She did not need the book; these were recipes written across her own heart. But she liked to trace the handwriting with her fingers, smudged with ancient butter and flour, and to stir up her own memories. She liked to think that her late mother had also woken up early on December thirteenths to pull out the same ingredients and to follow the same steps. The echo of this ritual was a comfort to her.

     She yawned as she set the kettle on the stove and pulled out the sugar, the butter, the flour, the yeast, the eggs, the milk. She reached far into the back of the pantry for a little bottle of saffron threads, neglected all year long until this dark morning. A sprinkle of cinnamon, a crush of cardamom. For the lussekatter buns, she steeped the saffron in milk, she kneaded the yellow dough, and shaped it into buttery swirled S shapes, pinned with currants on either end. She pressed an angel-shaped metal cutter over the thinly rolled pepparkakor dough, inhaling the ginger and clove with deep satisfaction. As the buns and biscuits baked in the oven she went back to her room to dress. 

     She struggled to pull her arms through the tight sleeves of the same white dress she had been made to wear since she was a just a girl. She had grown considerably in her bust and hips since it had first been made for her; she did not bother to try to button up the back. It was impossible. Maman Valerius knew it was impossible. But it so delighted her to see Christine wear that same dress, year after year, that she wouldn’t dream of complaining. She dutifully tied the red sash around her waist. The white of innocence, the red of martyrdom. 

     Just moments before dawn, Christine arranged the cat-eyed lussekatter and angel-shaped pepparkakor on a tray along with two cups of coffee with milk, and a small lit candle. She lit another four white candles and carefully set them in the wreath of evergreen she had woven the day before. She settled the glowing crown into her halo of loose and unruly hair. She delicately lifted the tray, careful not to tip her flaming head too far forward. She glided across the floor as lightly as a snowdrift, making her way to Maman’s room. She stood outside the door and sang, 

 Natten går tunga fjät rund gård och stuva; 

Night walks with a heavy step round yard and hearth;

      She nudged the door open with her elbow. The dim room filled with candlelight as she entered. There was Maman, sitting up in her bed, her long white braid hanging over her shoulder. She was waiting eagerly for this blazing vision of Christine. 

 Kring jord, som sol förlät, skuggorna ruva;

Around the earth, forlorn by the sun, shadows are brooding;

      The old woman clasped her hands together, her eyes glistening with tears. 

“Oh, Christine! You are an angel - truly, an angel shining on me from heaven!”

     Christine continued to sing, her voice high and sweet, as she used to sing when she was only a girl,

 Då i vårt mörka hus, stiger med tända ljus, Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia!

But there in our dark house, arising with her burning candles, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

      She slowly walked towards the bed, allowing Maman to take in the holy sight of her. With each dazzling step she drove all darkness from the room. Truly, Christine was the daughter Maman had never had. And she had played this role of Lucia bride far longer than any other daughter would have tolerated. Perhaps somewhere in her heart, Christine knew this would be the last year. 

     She set the tray carefully on the bed. Maman pushed back the blankets and patted the place beside her. Christine first took off the candle crown and set it on the small table near the window. They had a laugh remembering the time several years ago when Christine’s hair had caught fire after wearing the wreath for too long. It took days to scratch out the melted wax from her scalp.

“Thank you, my child,” Maman said, nibbling on a lussekatter. “You are so good to me.” “It is you that are good to me,” Christine responded, kissing the old woman on the cheek. Tears rolled slowly down her wrinkled skin. “Maman! Don’t cry.”

“It is just - I can almost feel them with us. My dear husband, your dearest father.” “I know. I can feel them too.”

     Maman rubbed her eyes and shook her head with a sigh.

“It is almost seven-thirty! Shouldn’t you be leaving for the Opera soon? Won’t you miss your voice lesson? Won’t your teacher scold you?” She said ‘teacher’ with a knowing glance that made Christine's heart tighten in her chest. They both knew he was no mere teacher.     Christine blushed.

“I told him that I would miss my lesson today. You have me for the whole morning.” 

“Oh, I am sure he was not pleased to hear it!” “Why, Maman, he was very understanding. He finds it good and proper that a daughter should tend to her mother on this, the Feast of Saint Lucia.”

“It is a good and a proper thing, my child. The Angel of Music knows these things. Shall I read from my book? Hand it to me, if you will.”

     Christine went and found the ornately illustrated book of the lives of the saints, also brought over from the old country. Maman turned to the story of Saint Lucia and read aloud, as she did every year. Christine took a mouthful of pepparkakor and nestled deeper into her place in the bed. She tried to keep her eyes away from the brightly colored image of Lucia carrying her own eyes on a silver platter. 

      During the Diocletian persecution of the good Christians, there was a maiden of Syracuse by the name of Lucia. Even as a young girl, the light of Christ shined brightly within her. 

     As Lucia’s father had perished years before, the two women were alone and vulnerable in the world. Despite her faith, Eutychia arranged for Lucia to marry into a wealthy pagan family. Lucia wept with grief. No, mother, she cried. Let my dowry be distributed among the poor. I shall never marry here on earth for I am the bride of Christ and my husband awaits me there. Reluctantly, Eutychia agreed, for she could see the light that shined within her daughter. She gave Lucia her dowry, a host of riches and jewels. The maiden took to visiting the prison in the dark, to bring food and comfort to the men that languished there. She wore a crown of candles upon her head so that she might see through the darkness and keep her hands free to fill with alms.

     But gossip reached the ears of her jilted betrothed. He was told that Lucia had broken their engagement because she had found an even more wealthy patron of far nobler birth. In his jealousy, he denounced Lucia as a secret Christian to the Roman magistrate, Paschasis . Paschasis ordered Lucia to burn a sacrifice to an idol of the Emperor. To which Lucia replied, I would rather burn myself than to burn a sacrifice to a false idol. In his anger, Paschasis ordered the defiant maiden defiled in a brothel. To which Lucia replied, You could lift my hand and rub it against your idol and still I would be guiltless in the eyes of the Lord, who knows me and knows that you can defile my body but you can never defile my heart. 

     When the Roman guards came to take Lucia away, to have her maidenhead defiled, they found that she was immovable. Even when they tied a team of oxen to her waist by a rope, even then, they could not move her from her mother’s home. When they could not take her to the brothel, they decided to burn her. They built a pyre around her feet, but it would not light. In frustration, they gouged out her eyes - those eyes that burned with the light of Christ inside! They slit her throat, that throat as pure as that of any spring lamb. And so the virgin Lucia died a martyr for our Lord. The angels sang as she entered heaven and the good Lord restored her eyes, more beautiful than those she had possessed here on earth. For she was truly the light of his own eyes. 

      Christine hated the story. 

“It isn’t fair that she had to die,” she said bitterly, though her mouth was full of sugar.

“No. There is nothing fair about the lives of the saints. They have all suffered unjustly in one way or another. It is a great burden to be born a saint.” “I do not remember any male saints dying because someone forced them to marry some pagan princess.” “I am sure there is at least one.”

“But there are countless maiden martyrs. Do it please him, then? For us to suffer on his behalf?” “No, Christine. Our Lord suffers along with us. The tears we shed were his to shed first.” The old woman had become very serious. “No one is asking the Lucia bride to be a martyr. Only to carry light in the darkness.”

     Christine was chastened. She had not meant to antagonize. 

“I believe I am much like Lucia.” “Indeed you are, my child. The light of Christ shines brightly from within you.” “No, I meant only that I shall never marry.”

“Oh! You cannot mean that. Surely, you will find yourself a good husband. One who will love you as much as I do. For one day, I will no longer be here with you. No, no. Do not say that, Christine. You must find someone to look after you. What of the Vicomte de Chagny? Don’t you ever see him at the Opera anymore?” “Oh, I see him up there in his brother’s box. But he never looks at me. I do not believe he remembers me at all. But I could never marry him. I could never marry anyone. Then I would never hear the Angel again.” “Is that what the Angel has told you?” “Yes. He has told me that if I should ever marry, he would have to return to heaven and I would never hear his beautiful voice again,” she said sadly. 

     The old woman grew very quiet.

“Perhaps Our Lord has a greater calling for you, Christine, than to be a wife. Perhaps he intends for you to devote your life to music, and music alone. To be a bride to no earthly man, but the bride of music itself.”

“Do you think so, Maman?” Christine asked wistfully. She was excited by the idea that her destiny might be great and divinely written. 

“I think you should listen to your Angel. He will know what is best for you.”

          Christine changed out of her Lucia gown and went to the Opera later that morning so that she would not be late for rehearsals. A part of her wished that the Angel would come to her, despite that she had missed her lesson. When she stood in his invisible presence, he blessed her with a warmth she found nowhere else. She regretted even one hour lost. But he did not make himself known to her that day. 

     In the evening, Christine served mulled wine with dinner. Maman drank too much and retired early, but Christine took her warm and fragrant cup out onto their narrow balcony to watch the people walking along the street below. It was quite cold and she pulled her coat tight around her body as she leaned slightly over the railing. 

     Thoughts of Lucia and her bloodied eye sockets had haunted her all day. Christine wondered now how the saint’s story might have been different had Lucia agreed to marry the pagan bridegroom. Could they not have become friends, like Saints Cecilia and Valerian? Could she not have taught him the love of Christ better as his wife than as a martyr? They could have learned to love each other somehow. There had to be some way for Lucia to survive her own story. 

     Christine shook her head angrily. But why should any woman lose her maidenhead to a man on the mere hope that her love might be enough to save him? Why should she have to save him?

      Her ears pricked up at a sad sound in the distance. Music, from directly above, but far away, as if from the clouds. Or maybe only as far as the rooftop. She turned and looked up towards the sky overhead. The streetlamps dimmed the light of the stars, but she could just make out the westerly motion of Freya’s cat-drawn chariot. A violin whined a melody so faint it could not be named. Had her Angel come to say goodnight? Her pulse quickened in her ears. If she could have no earthly husband, might she really be wed to the music itself? She listened for a while and then the cold began to bite at her fingertips and the music faded away and it was time to go to bed. She looked into her empty cup and smiled. 

     Inside, she placed the last lussekatter and a fresh cup of hot glögg onto a small tray and took it out onto the balcony. She kneeled to place the tray on the floorboards and stayed there a moment to whisper a little prayer,

“Oh Angel of Music, sent from my father in Heaven, I do not know that angels take offerings in the way of the saints. An angel is not a saint. But I offer you these in thanks for your music. And for your lessons. And for your arrival into my life. I thank my Lord every day that you have finally come to me. Please, tell my father I love him.” 

     Christine tossed about in her bed that night, straining to hear movement on the roof or on the floorboards of the balcony. In the morning, she found the tray quite empty. The cup was dry. She turned her face to the sun and threw a small laugh of delight up to heaven.

[professional-benaddict]

Tony is a cop and he’s doing a drug raid, tony watches as druggies get arrested but when he sees one cop go to far with arresting a little! Peter by manhandling him and hitting him he takes matters into his own hands and takes the 19 year old boy in with medic Stephen.

tHank you for the brilliant prompt omg I know I said I wouldn't do prompts before my exam is over with but I just couldn't stop myself sksk I wrote this all in one sitting 

part two here

Cop Tony, paramedic Stephen, 18+ Little Peter, Littles are known verse, police raids, SWAT teams, drug dealing, guns and violence, illegal drug use, referenced forced drug use, bad trip, whump, angst, comfort, 1.7k

It’s so odd, the feelings he has right before a raid. There’s electricity in the air, and yet it is peaceful and quiet. It is three in the morning, after all. Tony can hear his blood rush in his ear with each beat of his heart. It resembles how noises sound underwater, muffled and distant. And yet, he is as calm as ever, and breathes quietly as he looks at the office window. That’s their main target. They know that a week before, a large quantity of cocaine was smuggled in and brought to this exact location. A mule had told them, and so that was all the evidence they needed to start planning a raid. 

Every step has been calculated carefully beforehand. No one takes a step without it being planned. The bullet proof vest pinches Tony in his left armpit, but he can’t reach out to adjust it. He tries to roll his shoulder, and it worsens the pinch before it eases off. His eyes never dart away from the dark office window. 

Further down the street, a vehicle approaches. The headlights are turned off, and they are rolling in as quietly as possible, so that the element of surprise is not ruined. If it is, it could mean serious trouble. Suddenly, the danger of it all hits Tony, which it sometimes does when they are all anxiously anticipating the clear to go. His chest feels a bit tighter again, and it’s not due to the bullet proof vest, although it felt a bit small when Tony put it on. Glancing over to see who had arrived, Tony squints his eyes to try and make out who exits the vehicle. All the nerves ease off when Tony recognises Stephen. The two of them have become roommates quite recently. It’s cheaper to share, Tony had insisted. He is definitely not lonely, but he hopes Stephen is. 

Stephen is a paramedic, and an excellent one. Considering their work and how it often clashes when responding to calls, Tony has become familiar with the paramedic long before even meeting him in person. But, on one call Tony had finally decided to introduce himself properly. Stephen had apologised for how sweaty his hand was, and blamed the latex gloves for it and Tony was charmed. Somehow, Tony had brought up that he was looking for someone to share an apartment with, only because it is cheaper, and to his surprise, Stephen had said the same. They have been living together for a month, and already Tony feels more at ease knowing Stephen is present, if things were to go terribly wrong. 

“Stark, eyes on the target!” Fury whispers harshly into Tony’s earpiece, and officer shifts his gaze back to the office window. He does not bother apologising to his superior team leader, since that would just make more noise. 

Then, the action starts. It is like a play. Everyone has their role, and Nick Fury directs the show beautifully. Doors are kicked in, windows are shattered and the different teams enter the building perfectly on cue. The armed SWAT team members go first, and secure the building like terrifying angels. There are no gunshots fired, luckily, but there is plenty of shouting and yelling. Mostly, it is the SWAT team ordering the ones occupying the building to get down and keep their hands behind their heads. 

Then, it’s Tony turns and the rest of the police officers to make the actual arrests when the SWAT team has secured the place. Wouldn’t it be nice if Stephen saw him bringing out a handcuffed drug dealer? Tony half smirks at the idea and snaps the cuffs onto three different drug deals. The scene is surprisingly calm, despite the fact that one of the dealers seems to be crying. Judging by the smell, he also shit himself in pure fear. 

Raised voices and whimpering cries makes Tony turn his attention to the hallway. The cries get louder, and the officer feels his gut twist at the vulnerable tone. Could that be a child? Or a Little? There was no information about there potentially being Littles or children involved in the briefing. 

“Take them outside.” Tony says to the SWAT team member by his side, gesturing to the handcuffed dealers, then makes a few quick strides to get to the hallway. There, he sees another SWAT team member manhandling a Little up against the wall. The boy is clearly a Little with his smaller body combined with a post puberty shape. Even if he is not a child, that is no way to treat a Little. 

“Hey, back off! He’s a Little, can’t you tell?” Tony calls out and shoves the SWAT guy back and away from the boy. With the SWAT guy no longer holding him up against the wall, the boy collapses to the floor with a choked off sob. 

“He was resisting and disobeying orders.” The SWAT guy explains, his eyes hard as he looks at Tony. In the all black and well-protected SWAT gear, the only thing you can see is his blue eyes and pale eyebrows. If Tony wasn’t feeling the contempt between the police force and SWAT team before, he definitely feels it now. 

“He’s a Little.” Tony emphasises. “Of course he is disobeying when you’re towering over him like that.” The police officer points out and the SWAT guy scoffs behind his black mask. 

“And that’s why you could never be one of us.” He accuses, and then walks away. 

Tony wants to be offended, and wants to memorise the SWAT guy as best as he can to later call him out in front of Nick Fury, but another loud sob by his feet distracts him. Crouching down to the Little, Tony gently turns him on his back. Immediately, Tony is drawn to the boy’s honey brown eyes. They look soft, and innocent, and remind him of the sweetness of brown sugar, or caramelised sugar. But, then his attention is drawn to just how wide the boy’s pupils are, and how the vessels in the whites of his eyes are bulging and looking angry red. Cocaine eyes. 

Tapping his earpiece, Tony speaks quickly to Fury. 

“Get Strange in here.” 

“We didn’t hear a gunshot-“

“No, there’s a Little here. He’s taken or been given crack.” 

After Tony says that, it sparks a lot more action and the paramedics are lead inside with some of the SWAT team, considering the drug dealers have not all been escorted out yet. Next to him, Stephen has his work partner, Christine, and they both drop their first aid bags on the floor before crouching down to the floor by the still crying Little. It seems like he is having a bad trip. 

“Hey.” Stephen greets to Tony. The officer smiles back shortly before stepping back to let the paramedics work. “Hi, there, sweetheart. My name is Stephen, and this is my friend Christine. What’s your name?” 

“P-Peter…” 

“Peter? That’s such a pretty name.” Stephen compliments and slips on a pair of powder blue gloves that Christine passes over to him. “Now, Peter, can you tell me what you’ve taken?”

“I… dunno… don’t feel good…” 

“I know, bud, and we’ll help you. But, we need to know what you took, so we can give you the right medicine.” 

“They… said it was- was snow. Was… white and- powdery. Don’t like it when they sti-stick it in…” The boy stutters out bravely. 

“Cocaine.” Stephen says quietly to Christine, who nods and starts readying an IV to insert into the back of the boy’s hand. Then, he turns to Peter again with a smile. “You’re so brave for telling us, thank you. Now, can you tell me how you feel? Are you hurting, sweetie?” 

Stephen’s sweet and caring tone is not enough to better the burning rage Tony feels inside when he thinks of what the boy said. Did they force him to use cocaine? To keep him with them? Just how addicted is he? What role does he have in this sick household? 

All this and more questions rush through Tony’s mind at a hundred miles an hour, or even faster. It takes two repetitions from Fury for Tony to actually hear him, and move onto his next task. He knows the Little while be in safe hands with Stephen and Christine. 

Half an hour later, the show is just about over. Or at least the exciting part of it. The investigation itself will start later in the morning, but for now everyone is pleased with the outcome of the raid. The drug dealers have all been arrested and driven to kept in custody and the SWAT team is packing up as well. Stood out in the yard of the building, Tony sees Stephen and Christine transporting the Little out of the main door on a gurney. He is not just laying on the gurney, but actually strapped in with straps going over his torso. Peter also has an oxygen mask on his face, and seems to be unconscious. Tony jogs over. 

“What took so long?” 

“He had a seizure, but it was less that two minutes. I think he got a really bad high.” Stephen says where he is pushing the top of the gurney towards the ambulance. 

“Can I come with?” Tony asks, before he thinks better of it. 

“Stark, you’re supposed to be here, right?” Stephen asks, but his tone isn’t rude. Just pointing out what Tony seems oblivious to at the moment. 

“Yeah, right…” The officer sighs, but still keeps walking alongside Stephen. When they reach the ambulance, he helps the two paramedics with loading in their unconscious patient. Once the gurney is secure, Stephen climbs into the back. Christine heads to the drivers seat, and starts the engine. They do not have that much time, so Tony doesn’t hold them back. “I’ll see you at the apartment, I guess.” 

Stephen gives him a smile and nod before closing the double doors. A few seconds later, Christine starts the sirens and they drive away into the night, illuminating the streets in red as they go. Once the ambulance is out of sight, Tony heads to Fury with a request. 

“Sir? I’d like to take the Little’s statement.” 

[nerdyfangirl67]

Requests Masterlist

NCIS -

Gibbs:

Studying You

(Female reader) “Could you please write an imagine where reader is Gibbs’s best friend from childhood, knew his mom, was there for him when she killed her self but au where there’s no Shannon and kelly and they get married and reader names their daughter Ann after Gibbs’s mom”

My Mark

(Gender-neutral reader) “If requests are in fact still open, could you pretty please do something about the reader giving Gibbs’ hickeys just to mess with him?”

Please Don’t Leave

(Gibbs x little girl (fatherly relationship), very slight reference to a McGee x fem!reader relationship) Gibbs discovers a little girl at a crime scene who is deaf, and upon learning more of her backstory, he begins to bond with her. The guardians she was staying with were killed in a break and enter, both her actual parents were killed while deployed.

I Won’t Leave

(Gibbs x little girl (fatherly relationship), McGee x fem!reader relationship, Mother!reader) This is a continuation of the storyline from the fic Please Don’t Leave, with a time skip.

Forget About Me

McGee x fem!reader/mom!reader, Gibbs x reader (platonic/fatherly relationship) “I was thinking that McGee and reader find out their expecting a baby, and Anastasia finds out and runs away, because she’s scared that Tim and reader won’t want her anymore, and Anastasia gets lost and is all alone, and Tim is in full panic mode, and Gibbs won’t rest until he finds Anastasia, and Gibbs finds her, but she refuses to go home, and clings to Gibbs”

Rare Jewel

(Female reader) “Can I please request a Gibbs x plus size reader? Maybe they have to go undercover to a gala or smth together and the reader walks out in this figure hugging dress feeling and looking FLY AS F**K and Gibbs is like hot damn. You get where I’m going?”

I’m Here

(Female reader)  Request using the prompt - “Don’t be scared. I’m right here.”

What Family is For

(Female reader) “Could you do a Gibbs x Reader were the female reader gets beaten up by a group of boys (broken ribs, bruises, blood…) and just manages to stumble into Gibbs’ house were he will take care of her? A little kind of father-daughter relationsship but workwise. Just him getting very protective, comforting her and patching and cleaning her.”

The Peace Out Here

(Female reader)

“Hey you! I really liked your Tony x Reader one were he comforts her bc she found out she’s pregnant from rape? I was wondering how Gibbs would react to the same?”

McGee:

With a Little Help From the Team

(Female reader) “Hello! I saw your post from this morning saying you didn’t have any requests for ncis at the moment and I wanted to make a request. If for some reason you don’t want to write it that’s okay but here’s my prompt,(Idk what to call it) The reader and McGee have been dating for years and McGee has to tell the whole team (Tony, McGee, Bishop, Gibbs. That team please!) including her dad (Gibbs, cause why not?) when he wants to propose. You can decide on if they say yes or no but I hope you’ll write it. Sorry if I’m overwhelming you I just wanted to make a request”

NCIS team:

Helping Hands

(Gender-neutral reader) “Could you do a one shot with NCIS where reader has a panic attack and the team comforts the reader and they validate the reader’s emotions? I just really need something like that”

CRIMINAL MINDS -

Aaron Hotchner:

Dream Come True

(Female reader) “Hi sweetie!! I saw that you’re taking requests for reader inserts? I could I request one of either Hotch or Morgan where they have a dream about having a daughter with the reader. (The reader and him aren’t dating or seeing each other at all) but he really wants this dream to come true. Thank you in advance!”

In Your Corner

(Female reader) “can you make an aaron x fem reader where reader has an e.d?”

Spencer Reid:

The Way She Walks

(Female reader) “Can you write something for Spencer (or whoever) where you are Hotch’s assistant. One day you are bringing Hotch coffee and Reid is staring at you and Derek tells Reid not to stare cause it will freak you out. Thank you so much!!!”

The Way She Loves

(Female reader - sequel to The Way She Walks) “Helloo😌😌 could you do a follow up to “the way she walks”? I loved it😩💗”

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA -

Phantom:

The Raging Fire Within

(Female reader) “Hi! Could you write a modern au fic with Erik Destler where they’re in a relationship but hes still an awkward muffin and decides hes not having it any longer and tries to flirt with her using (sexual) innuendos but hes still a muffin and she loves it? Thank you so much!!!! (I hope it makes sense)”

An Angel to Me

(Gender-neutral reader) “Erik’s s/o being an artist who loves to draw him but does it in secret in fear of upsetting him but Erik finds one specific drawing. The drawing is a charcoal drawing of him with angel wings (shirtless or not, either one works) and the drawing is of how his s/o sees him. In the drawing he’s radiating like an angel and he’s beautiful despite his scars and that’s when he realizes how much his s/o loves him and that he is worthy of her love (or something like that) and he starts crying. When his s/o comes back, she find him curled up in a corner crying clutching the drawing to him. When he sees her, he tells her how much he loves her and needs her (even tho she already knows) and they end up going through all her drawings of him together”

When You Are Hurting

(Female reader) “hi love! ❤️ i was wondering if i could request an erik x reader? just a hurt/comfort with some soft Erik, maybe set in poto?? maybe one where the reader is having a tough day?? please take your time!!! i know you’ve got a busy schedule :)”

A Modern Lady

(Female reader) “Hello! Can I please request a fic or HCs where erik is in a relationship with the reader but shes really modern and vulgar for someone living in the 19th century and keeps making him blush? But he really loves it?“

Together

(Female reader) “Can I make a Phantom x reader where the reader is the phantom’s wife or somethin’ and the Phantom wakes up from a bad nightmare but she is there to comfort him”

Dark Until I Met You

(Female reader) “Hello, I just want to say first of all that I adore your writing! I haven’t been able to find a story with this particular idea, so I thought I’d make a request. It’s completely your choice whether you want to write a fic of headcanons, but what do you think Erik’s relationship with a blind reader would be like?”

Just a Touch

(Female reader) “Hello! This is my first time requesting, so I’m not quite sure how things work. I was wondering if I could get a Phantom of the Opera x female reader, where he’s touch-starved and they’re just cuddling together. Thank you!”

So Much More

(Female Reader)

Prompt - “You didn’t deserve that…you deserved so much better.”

Promise I Make to You

(Gender neutral reader)

“As I've myself struggled with sh (I am 1 month clean, lemme just flex a lil bit) I've just had this scenario in my head where Erik in a way or another sees the readers sh scars/cuts for the first time and it's just pure fluff with a hint of angst. Also this is my first request ever, I've just fallen in love with the way you portray our not so local (unless u live in france) sewer man. Um ye <3 I shall go to sleep now”

Dancing in the Rain

(Gender neutral reader)

“Can u do poto Erik x reader with a reader who loves walking in the rain, even tho they get absolutely soaked Bc they don’t use an umbrella… so their hair is just absolutely drenched but reader doesn’t give a damn”

One Love, One Lifetime

(Gender neutral reader)

“Could I get a phantom of the opera x reader where the reader is the soulmate of his. The reader has a line of one of his songs. Maybe music of the night? The 2004 version of phantom of the opera. Do you do smut? If not that's fine. It can be fluff too.”

Meg Giry x Phantom:

Leading Woman

(Meg Giry x Phantom) Meg being willing to do whatever the Phantom suggests, even though his attention is on Christine. Finally, Meg has had enough and decided to meet the Phantom on his turf. Although he is upset at the disrespect and blatant neglect of his privacy, he is impressed by her lack of fear towards him and her gumption. Meg makes a case for herself, and the Phantom finally sees Meg for who she is, a leading woman.

Christine Daae:

You Can

(Female reader implied but could be read as gender neutral) Prompt - “I know you can.”

SUPERNATURAL -

Winchester Brothers:

It’s in the Eyes

(Winchester brothers x gn!reader) “… At the moment I’m sort of dating a guy who was broken up with fairly recently and he’s not sure of his feelings (I think he’s really just scared to open up again). Anyway I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind could you write a happy ending/fluff for us with one of the criminal minds/spn guys?”

Dean Winchester:

Something Good

(Gender neutral reader) “Something Good” from the musical The Sound of Music as inspiration for the fic

Care for You 

(Female reader) “Hello !!! Can I have Dean Winchester x reader? Reader has been so caught up in her work that they forget to eat. They get extremely lightheaded and stumble a little. Dean steadies them and he is worried when he finds out they forgot to eat. While he is making food they faint and land (luckily) on the couch. When he’s done, he comes back,at first he thinks that they’re just laying down but he kinda freaks out when he realizes that reader is unconscious. ( I forget to eat sometimes) THANK YOU🥺💚”

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Avengers Moments: Short Stories Collection

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mdLaAt3 by SaRfIna17 “Avengers Moments: Short Stories Collection” is your ticket to a rollercoaster of emotions with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes! Get ready for laughs, tears, and heartwarming adventures as these short stories explore friendship, family, romance, and sci-fi. Based on your suggestions, each tale offers a unique, feel-good journey. No smut, no drama—just pure, uplifting vibes! Plus, we’re all about creating a welcoming, inclusive space where love in all its forms is celebrated. Words: 166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Avengers shorts stories. Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Ultimates), Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Peter Parker, Michael Jones, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Lila Barton, Yelena Belova Relationships: Avengers Team Members (Marvel)/Other(s) Additional Tags: Avengers Family, One Shot Collection, Short One Shot, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy, Sad, Funny, Drama, Romance, Family, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Friendship, Science Fiction, Bittersweet, Angst and Humor, Angst, Character Study, Team Bonding, Heartwarming, Reader Suggestion read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mdLaAt3

[swanlake1998]

Article: What the Staatsballett Berlin Case Tells Us About the Power of Artistic Staff

Date: December 16, 2020

By: Theresa Ruth Howard

As Staatsballett Berlin's Chloé Lopes Gomes—the sole Black female dancer with the company—has shared the shameful and blatant discrimination she says she endured at the hands of an unnamed, tenured ballet mistress, it could be seen as the salvo announcing a second wave of the racial reckoning ballet experienced in the summer. After the pure rage and incredulity wanes (although are we really surprised?), if we take a moment to look deeper, we can learn a great deal about the current landscape of ballet relative to diversity, equity and inclusion today.

Whitening a Dancer's Skin

What struck a particularly painful chord with dancers of color around the world is Gomes' allegation of being asked to whiten her skin for Swan Lake. This practice of painting or powdering the skin white for classical full-length works is less a norm in the U.S., but still prevalent in European companies.

Though relatively antiquated, it is an aesthetic tradition, and thus normalized. Originally devised to give the female dancers an otherworldly appearance, and perhaps to create an added level of uniformity, this made perfect sense when all the dancers were white. When there are dancers of other races, and particularly of darker complexions, the once seemingly innocent practice suddenly doubles down on the otherness. Depending on the dancer's complexion, it rarely aids in making her fit in. Rather it renders the dancer an awkward eyesore, gray and bizarre.

There is no worse feeling than having to go onstage knowing you look ridiculous, and because this whitening does not cover up the Blackness, it sets up the binary of white/good/correct vs Black/bad/wrong. It makes Blackness an unsolvable problem in ballet.

Though on the wane, this powdering and the use of period wigs are standard at European companies which have entire departments specializing in their construction and care. Seemingly harmless, heritage relics, these practices serve to remind Black and brown dancers that this was a form crafted in their absence, and companies are uninterested in adjusting for their presence. The same is true for exhaustive debates about blackface and yellowface, racialized makeup techniques and racially problematic ballets, like La Bayadère and Petrushka. These are aspects of the classical ballet aesthetic that represent the overt ways in which systematic racism results in the exclusion that's present, telegraphing ballet's commitment to whiteness.

A Point of Contradiction

We live in a time when being an "international" company refers to a roster more than their touring reach. Many take pride in their multiculturalism and yet have given little to no thought towards developing the cultural competence to honor this diversity represented in their dancers. There is an unspoken belief that the overarching shared culture is ballet itself, which has the power to bring order to the Towers of Babble of the studio. We all speak "ballet" and have been socialized by its culture, which places a person's value on their body and performance. When thoroughly socialized, both who and what you are have been sufficiently muted as you are absorbed literally into the corps de ballet.

And when it comes to the dancing, that may be true. However, each dancer is living a full life outside of the studio, off of the stage, within the organization, and this is where being seen, heard and acknowledged as a full human would be helpful.

The culture says to dancers, "You should be grateful that you are allowed in." Dancers are infantilized, like delicate crystal figurines in a menagerie. Although they are not fragile, they are the most vulnerable in the organizations, going to work with the clear understanding that they are replaceable.

The Silent Sentinel

The artistic director may sit at the pinnacle of the hierarchy in a ballet company, holding the responsibility of determining the overall aesthetic and repertory with the hiring of dancers and choreographers. However, it is the artistic staff members—like ballet masters—who act as the ultimate gatekeepers, charged with manifesting the vision, and maintaining the standard of the company. They have the most daily contact with the dancers, controlling their existences in the scheduling and management of classes and rehearsals.

The amount of power an artistic staff member has is predicated on their relationship with the director and their leadership style. With directors who are hands-on, in the studio and highly communicative, there is clarity about what they want and the way they want it. But under those directors who are less connected to the day-to-day machinations, members of the staff are left to intuit what is desired. In both cases, the staff lead through an amalgam of their personal tactics and methods, preferences and biases.

As the gate between dancer and director, under the guise that they come from above, artistic staff members can sometimes enact various forms of psychological abuse. For dancers who exercise agency, crossing or confronting a ballet master can result in retaliation like verbal belittling or intimidation, and being presented as a "problem" to the director, affecting casting and ultimately their career trajectory.

In this way, it is sadly common for artistic staff members to create unsafe work environments. They can act with impunity because they are highly trusted members of the court; they sit to the right and left of the sovereign, thus have both ears. Like Othello's Iago, they have the ability to twist words and situations, impose their personal preferences, both to the director and to guest choreographers. They wield an immense amount of power.

The more adroit they are, the higher their stature, the more leeway they are afforded. Bad behavior or complaints are ignored or covered up because their acumen is seen as more valuable than their offenses harmful. Why? Because ballet values the art over all. Since the culture is more concerned with the product than the process, artistic teams' methods often go unchecked. This is what we see in the Staatsballett case, with the caveat that in some European systems these artistic positions are government jobs, a benefit of which is lifetime appointment. (However, it should be noted that the Staatsballett ballet mistress could have been reassigned to a nonartistic position.)

Under the guise of respecting boundaries, the culture of ballet has a blind-eye, closed-mouth, "It's not my place" rule when it comes to abusive or improper behaviors. This supports toxicity within the culture and allows artistic staff and faculty members to become silent terrorists within an organization. Think Nurse Ratchet in dance sneakers.

Gomes' alleged story illustrates this power dynamic with frightening clarity. Although she says she had the support of co-artistic director Johannes Öhman, she was at the daily mercy of the ballet mistress. Gomes has stated that although the interim artistic director Christine Theobald did not support the practice of whiting up, because the ballet mistress was in charge of rehearsals, it left her no choice. Often the influence the artistic staff hold in ballet companies positions them as potentially the single most intractable cultural impediments to diversification.

This is a ubiquitous reality in the field, both in companies and in schools. For some, there is pride in being immovable in the commitment to the classical tradition even when its white supremacist roots are laid out before them. They are good soldiers who, even when their director's aperture has broadened, hold fast, committed to seeing the mission out to its end. They believe their self-righteousness and elitism only make them better at their jobs.

Although we are beginning to see some forward motion with the training pipelines diversifying, more dancers of color (specifically Black) onstage, more choreographers of color being engaged—we are even seeing the normalization of conversations about race in organizations—we will be running in place if ballet leadership does not hold itself accountable. Organizational values, mission statements, three- to five-year strategic plans, diversity training, book clubs, talking circles and social media posts mean precious little when you are content to bear witness and are inactive or silent.

If we are truly working towards the evolution of ballet, then the value system of "art above all" will have to change. We will have to put people first, and adopt a zero-tolerance policy against artistic and racial terrorism. It's time for some of the old guard to be relieved of duty.

[ufonaut]

Onesided Brainwave/Icicle - PATIENCE - "In the end, it was always going to be the two of them. Soon, Henry will see that. " [A fic about planning their future, Jordan musing on his first and most reoccurring obsession, pre-JSA annihilation.]

I was stunned by her thoughts, Jordan. They were so-- pure. So good. So unlike everyone else’s.

Most of all, Jordan remembers the sting of it. The glee in Henry’s voice, nothing at all like himself. A botched robbery, a last minute escape and Henry had been... happy. No, downright ecstatic. Then, as he’d recounted the details over and over, he’d turned wistful, like there was something beyond shared aspirations and the late nights that had meant the world thus far.

Jordan likes Merry Pemberton-soon-to-be-King. The fact of the matter is that Merry makes herself very difficult not to like, she’s bubbly and energetic and open and present in ways Henry’s never been. By now, Jordan’s met her three times total and there’s nothing disconcerting about the way she seems to really listen when someone’s talking, her little laughs and a tendency to go wide-eyed before breaking into a particularly bright smile. She’s sunshine. Jordan wants to hate her. He tries to, at any rate. It’s easy to see why Henry’s fallen hard and fast, harder to understand why his own heart is closing like a fist.

It’s ridiculous.

Betrayal isn’t-- doesn’t-- even begin to cover it. Jordan’s always assumed his own thoughts to be good enough. He’s been there when Henry’s migraines had gotten too much and he’s dared to hold him through the occasional attack of hopelessness that seems to come with the territory when one finds themselves capable of telepathy, he’s even let Henry into his own mind, has shuddered at the odd sensation but allowed it nonetheless.

A wish for a better world and a plan to achieve it should’ve been enough. Jordan doesn’t know what Merry’s got over him, whether it’s precisely this petty jealously that Henry’s sensing.

Jordan throws himself into the mission, gathers a team to the best of his ability, practices endlessly with the ice he’s wielded since childhood and the hurt doesn’t recede. If the enthusiasm of that first sight of Merry stings, the ensuing missed and forgotten meetings wound.

The Injustice Society of America -- a name that’s, ultimately, been lifted from an older incarnation with less noble, far-reaching goals -- doesn’t much impress Henry. I made our dream come true! Jordan wants to shout at the inevitably empty apartment he comes home to. He considers moving back in with his parents, is nearly willing to face the taste of failure that leaves behind. Instead, when he’s exhausted all resources and Henry’s announced his engagement, Jordan runs. It’s been a year and a couple months of waning interest, it strikes Jordan as too quick and, as always, nothing like anything his best friend would do. It’s that day that Jordan does catch him at home, too far off from an ending fitting for the start.

“Henry, people like us don’t get married,” Jordan says and he remembers the plane ticket in his room, the bags he’d packed in a frenzy just the other night.

And Henry’s frowning but all Jordan can think is that he’s looking at him. He’s almost giddy with it, the lack of Merry Pemberton-soon-to-be-King, the reality of Henry’s piercing gaze. It should hurt, he supposes, but it doesn’t. Jordan fears how far he’s willing to push just to get here.

“Why? Because we’re-- because people assume we’re villains?” Henry bites back. Merry’s changed him in ways Jordan might never understand. At his core, Brainwave languishes.

Jordan, for his part, sort of gapes in the absence of coherency.

“Yeah,” he decides. It’s the work of urgency. He knows what he means and yet clings to the notion that Henry does not. The missed chance already stains what little they’ve still got. “That’s what I meant.” Jordan nods, for good measure. “That’s exactly what I meant. Don’t read my mind, please.”

For whatever reason, Henry listens.

Maybe he knows, after all. Jordan’s leaving all the same.

---

It’s been days since he’s last spoken to Henry. They’d had an argument. Again. Variations on a theme, nowadays. The mission, the stakes, the inherent sacrifices. Henry’s reluctance has been a thorn in Jordan’s side for seven years now. Henry has a son, a family and-- he says it like Jordan doesn’t, like he hadn’t given up London in favour of a return to form and the same longing in his chest that only Christine has ever managed to soothe. The ISA is here to stay. To Jordan, the addition of a family has only made the importance of their project that much more stark, even their resident gym rats appear to have caught on. It’s Henry alone who falters, tainted by Merry’s heroics. She’s never seen the bigger picture.

If Jordan has attempted to remedy that with the permanent defeat of the JSA, he’s certainly convinced he’s done the right thing.

Sacrifices, as he keeps telling Henry, are expected.

What he doesn’t expect, however, is a call from Henry and a greeting consisting entirely of harsh, gasping breaths.

“Henry, are you--”

“I think she’s-- I didn’t--” Henry, sounding like he’s swallowing down a sob, only continues after a pause. The moment drags on. Jordan’s never heard him like this, has hoped he never would. “It’s Merry, she-- I need you.”

With that, the line goes dead. Jordan sinks into dread and the flutter of those sweet words tightens like a noose. It’s not what he’s planned.

Not at all.

[themattress]

My Top 11 Danganronpa Characters

I love many characters in the Danganronpa series, but these ones are truly the Ultimate.

11. Monomi

Don’t get me wrong, Usami is a sweetheart and all, but on her own (as seen in DR2′s Island Mode) she’s pretty bland. While her forced conversion into Monomi caused her no end of grief in-universe, it made her a much stronger and more memorable character outside of it. Her interactions with Monokuma and position as his good counterpart / “little sister” are just perfect, as is the voicework done by Rebecca Forstadt. She, like her “big brother”, is iconic.

10. Sakura Oogami    

I may love Nekomaru and Gonta too, but neither of them hold a candle to the original “tall, muscular giant who looks scary as Hell but is actually the nicest, most loyal friend you could ever hope to have” in the franchise: Sakura Oogami. Her lower placement on this list is only because she kind of recedes into the background among the cast until the reveal at the end of Chapter 3 (which is fitting given the nature of that reveal), but once Chapter 4 centers around her she easily steals the show as a powerful, noble and tragic figure who is nonetheless such a beautiful human being that she successfully ends the Killing Game.                             

9. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

A textbook case of a character you hate at the start and love by the end, Fuyuhiko’s development from a perpetually angry wannabe-thug who refused to be friends with his classmates and routinely threatened them with violence as a cover for his insecurities to a humble, honorable, brave, supportive team player was amazing to watch unfold, and Derek Stephen Prince sells it magnificently with his most touching performance since Ken Ichijoji . He may still be rough around the edges, but Baby Gangsta has always got your back.

8. Byakuya Togami

If you merged Sherlock Holmes and Seto Kaiba, and in the process filtered out all of the redeeming qualities, you get Byakuya Togami: an elitist prick of the highest order who has a dangerous intellect to back up his ego. As despicable as Byakuya is, he is also fascinating: I both hate hanging around him due to his constant insults and love it because I’m drawn to watching him work as he displays just how well the Togami family-sponsored education has served him. He’s as useful as an ally as he is formidable as an enemy, and once he learns there are some things beyond his sociopathic grasp and that it’s best to stick with those who know it, he mellows out into a reliable anti-hero. So yeah, awful person, fantastic character.

7. Chiaki Nanami

Hey, hey! Chiaki, as portrayed in DR2 anyway, is such a lovable character, at first seeming like an anti-social girl who would rather play video games and sleep than converse with people, but steadily revealing just how big a heart she really has and what a great friend she is once she connects with someone. As naive and weird as she is, she quickly picks up on things once she learns them, and is consistently one of the most perceptive people to have around in a class trial. And just when it seems like she’s becoming a tad too perfect to be realistic, we find out that she isn’t real and suffer one of the biggest emotional gut-punches in the series as she is cruelly taken away from us...except that even then, the bond she and Hajime forged is strong enough to keep her digital spirit alive within him. And Christine M. Cabanos brings it all home with her vocal performance. Chiaki, we will never forget you.

6. Nagito Komaeda

Who would have thought that a guy who at first seems like a weird, equally bland retread of Makoto from the original would end up being one of the franchise’s most famous characters? But it’s super easy to see why - when he shows his true colors it is bone-chilling, and the creepiness factor that Nagito brings with him only keeps on growing from there, as he shows how far he’s willing to go in order to create despair just so that hope can triumph over it. The story of DR2 would not nearly work as well as it does without Nagito in the role of the arch-antagonist for the other characters, all while he develops as a character too in a deliciously negative way which ends up culminating in what is probably the best class trial in the series.

5. Celestia Ludenburg

In a mystery-solving game like Danganronpa, Celestia honestly stands out as one of the most complex characters because she herself is a mystery. The game doesn’t really spell out her backstory, motivations or character arc given that as the Queen of Lies she has to keep a poker face about all that, but does allow the player to decipher it by themselves. While those unwilling to indulge their minds write her off as “crazy evil gambler lady who just wants money in order to become a vampire queen”, the people who pay attention to everything she says and does across the game (including / especially in her FTEs) can separate the truth from the lies and uncover the sad, pitiful reality of the character, a reality that haunts her all the way to her final moments. Call her Celeste or call her Taeko, that kind of depth deserves respect.

4. Gundham Tanaka

That’s right, my favorite DR2 character isn’t Monomi or Fuyuhiko or Chiaki or even Nagito - it’s GUNDHAM TANAKA! This man is a fucking legend, with Chris Tergliafera’s voice-acting perfectly capturing how endearing he is with his persistent delusions of villainous grandeur. But as funny as Gundham may be, he ends up not being a purely comic relief figure, playing a serious, emotional and noble role at the end of his run that gets me and many other players choked up. He may play at being evil, but in actuality Gundham is too good for this Earth.

3. Junko Enoshima

Do I need to explain myself here? It’s Junko fucking Enoshima! One of the most unique Big Bads in recent video game history! From the fact that the ultimate evil is a teen fashionista to the bizarre way she keeps changing her personality just to keep from getting bored to her ungodly despair fetish that has no rational basis for existing but simply does, Junko is less like a human being and more like a force of nature: gleeful, nihilistic despair incarnate. And though it’s true that she wore out her welcome past DR2, in her prime she is magnificent.

2. Kyoko Kirigiri

As far as I’m concerned, Kyoko Kirigiri is the real main character of the original Danganronpa. Makoto is just the POV character; the Watson to her Holmes. And what a character she is; truly one of the greatest female detectives in all of fiction. What I love best about Kyoko is what a unique take on the Emotionless Girl / Ice Queen trope she is. It’s made clear quite frequently that she isn’t really emotionless and that she’s just really good at masking her feelings as a necessary part of her job, and that this doesn’t stop her from being a kind and compassionate person toward others in her own straight-faced way. The narrative doesn’t condemn her for the way she is and she doesn’t have to change it either; what she has to change is her distrust toward others and reluctance to rely on friends, plus her hypocrisy regarding that and her personal goal vs. everyone else’s. It makes her such a rich, nuanced character and I love her for it (fuck the Danganronpa 3 anime though, it did her so dirty).

1. Monokuma

I think I’ll just conclude this post with a screencap: