#read für elise please

[zerzurianspy]

it really warmed my heart when elise called alexander papa

[anamelessfool]

12 Year Old Copia, 1988. Name his rat. (I picked Ratthias)

I want to do more domestic lore drawings, send me an ask to give me some ideas!

Plus Bonus Copia & Family Excerpt after the cut!

1986

Primo was usually in good spirits, whether tending to the Ministry gardens or to the needs of his younger brothers. There were some days, however, especially if it had rained for several days before, that the entire clergy could feel Primo’s heart fall. Primo had always been a go-getter and an upstanding member of the community since his return as an adult over a decade prior. But there was always something eating at him. Some mud that, no matter how hard he dug or clawed, would slowly sink him down into a pit of despair.

It was April, and after a long string of rainy days. Nihil’s two remaining sons and little Copia sat in the common room, winding down from an uneventful day with an equally uneventful evening. Copia observed Primo from his place coloring in a sketchbook on the carpet. Primo was lying on the couch and staring upwards, glassy eyed, a hand across his chest. Lost in thought. The darkness in his heart once again dragging him down.

Copia jogged over to Secundo who was smoking and reading at his favorite bench at the window. The boy tugged at Secundo’s sleeve, frowning and huffing.

“Use your words, Copia,” muttered Secundo.

Copia shook his head and gestured over to Primo slumped on the couch. He flapped his arms. “Can't. Ruin the surprise,” the boy whispered. “Do the thing. Come on. Please.”

Secundo glanced at his older brother and grunted, getting up from his seat. He walked over to the piano, stubbing his cigarette into the ashtray on the top. He stretched his fingers and began to play a sad, remorseful song, Beethoven’s Für Elise. The most Secundo ever moved or emoted was as he played a piece— swaying his body, hunching his shoulders, softening his eyebrows. Primo sighed as the melody dragged across the air, filling the space like a gathering raincloud. Copia shifted into position near Primo, his eyes darting over to his other brother, waiting for the cue.

At some point the tempo imperceptibly increased, the music now a different complexity… a shimmering, iconic disco tune. Copia marched out to face Primo, waving his arms, scream-singing at the top of his lungs.

“ DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY SEVENTEEN!” Copia twirled around on his toe landing into a comical knee bend that was only possible for youngsters. He waved his arms around, staring into Primo, pointing his finger at his adoptive brother. “ You can daaaance! You can jiii-ive! Having the time of your liiiiiife ooh-oooh-ooh!”

Primo stared at him, his eyes still tired and hollow. The corner of his mouth twitched.

“See that giiiirl! Watch that scene! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEEEEEN!” The boy Copia wiggled his hips and nearly crabwalked across the rug.

As if tugged by a string Primo’s lips jerked into a small smile. He struggled with his face but his expression at last expanded into a full grin. Copia grinned back, jumping into his arms. “You're absolutely ridiculous—oof!” said Primo, bringing his arms around the boy. “You're getting too big to be in my lap these days.”

Copia rested his head on Primo’s shoulder, bringing his arm around him. “Nuh-uh.” He looked over to Secundo, who had relaxed Dancing Queen into a sarcastically soft piano bar improvisation.

“And how are your lessons going?” Primo asked Copia. Secundo caught his eye and stoically nodded his approval.

“Good,” said Copia. “Secundo says if you can change any sad song into Dancing Queen, you're a pretty good musician.”

Primo kissed the top of the boy’s head, patting his shoulder. “I suppose that's the right attitude.”

Copia watched his adoptive brother’s smile fade into a wistful expression, the clouds in his eyes falling away, at least for a little while.

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[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo : Episode 1

Oh my god STOP this title card is saurrrrr good

It is giving me the nostalgia of old crime thrillers which used to have these quiet , animated and wonderful title cards.

his hair are styled to the T my god, not a strand displaced. my dumbass wants to ruffle it a little.

and just like that an entire building is down 🫨

all of the shots up until now have been so pleasing to me. the cinematography is so unserious hot!? mind you, I'm four minutes in. 💀

the random ass vertical shot just as i said this

i thought he was the mafia boss? he's a lawyer

the shots are so beautiful HELP

Ohhhh, his boss is dead.

lmao the man just casually eating pasta. that's an Italian baby 🇮🇹

this man is so busy chowing down on that pasta that he cannot see the threat sitting in front of his table

did Netflix change its subtitles again (since i saw this happen with alchemy of souls i have never recovered my trust in them) like i can read! let them be

throw the pasta in this racist's face vince!!!

[foreboding music]

'regret is the most painful thing one can experience in life' bars! saying this before you kill someone and you're giving them a chance is funny but still bars

all of that blatant racism and heat for Vincenzo but can't handle 3 sentences said in Korean

i knew they were going to burn everything as soon as I saw the damn plane 😭

the driver liked that 😂

the score mixed with the silence is actually so good

not a second has been wasted as of it. it's been so pleasing on the eyes

yes!!! snap and kill that cigarette #real #lungsareourfriends

got out of that bathroom so elegantly to kill everybody 😭😭😭

Adrenaline playing let me just

no way they cut to a scene this cute WHO IS SHE I LOVE HER

lmaooo where is this discussion going, is she trying to strongarm him? gotta be the most adorable way I've ever seen

LMFAOOOO she is deadass singing Für Elise while making him take out the cake topper 😂

a string of money coming out she is so unserious 💀✋

wait I know this man

it's candy in my ear !!! cutie !!!

I LOVE HER

Do Bong Soon's dad and Itaewon class villain! Him being here... will this be a hit or a miss 😟

he's mad because she's working for the enemy, it's giving Itaewon Class

I still find it fun as of yet though

lmao is this emotional blackmail. ah we both clocked it 😂

cutieeee

i just watched xo kitty before this so this man getting a free taxi is so funny when my girl was running for her life in Korea when she got out of the airport

lmaooo not this limo man being a kidnapper

he's got really pretty eyelashes

[sinister laugh continues] 💀

honestly kidnappers accidentally kidnapping someone from the mafia is a storyline i can always get behind. you deserve each other!

the old man from alchemy of souls!

[ominous music playing]

superiors being lax after getting an important tip from a junior once again before impending doom

the way i already know what's going to happen to taecyeon like let me not get attached

His hair are so poofy and cute let me run a hand through them 😭

my man who burned like 7000 acres and contributed to 100% of climate change just got kicked in the face and knocked out cold by two casual robbers 😭

a true homecoming

i did not expect this show to be funny

speaking in lower tones with pauses so we know for sure that they're the bad guys doing a business deal

flower of evil detective?!! they really picked one person from each of the 5 kdramas I've watched 💀

he's having the worst day one can have in a new country 😂

the dramatic ass Italian music playing

the piano player 😂 oh wow the tenants of this building are something

lmaooo Vince having the weirdest day in Korea after having an intense I’m the shit, fear me moment in Italy is sending meeee

what is going on in this building

awoop monk jump scare

how does he look THAT good in a blue shirt

lmaooo the chef

everytime water goes out in foreign serials the south asian in me wants to beg people to just keep one bucket in their bathrooms just in case!

do not burn yourself king

the shower doing its own concert with breakdance slay

freezing water is always better than getting burnt by hot water 😭

he gets my pigeon hate omg they’re always outside your window !!!! doing the most 😡

leave sir 🐦 omg don’t use your phone !!

is that his mom? free us from the dumbass narrative of mom leaving child for adoption as heartless. y’all hate women and don’t get it at all

she is correct! this is literally not relevant and y’all are just trying to rile hate for her here. he’s teary eyed. oh no she worked for an abuser ?!!! let her TALK

MOTHER I WILL AVENGE YOU

wait isn’t that lawyer our girl?

eugh annoying perverts. stop taking pictures of strangers challenge failed

get them aunty!

okay opera chef !!! lmaooo the dramatic music playing in this show gets me 💀

nawww he made the chef cry 😭

I'm bonding hard to every 3rd character on the screen like why is the conversation between lawyer dad and mom wrongly in jail making me soft

I know it's actors being actors but I'm so happy to see laywer dad ( Yoo Jae Myung) be soft again. I was ready to fight through the screen with him in Itaewon class.

I love the Mr. Cho actor so much. He truly has the funniest expressions. 😂

NOOOO Mr. Cho. Oh this is nasty

lmao is her dad emancipating from her

#saveMrCho omg

NO NO NO NO NO you cannot do this to me

I am suddenly terrified like I'm already low key devestated

beat his ass sister !!!

lmao the Italian ass entry 😭

help how has he not fallen to his death that's a measuring tape 😭

i need to take a self defense class at some point lol

slayyy

[sainz-leclerc]

Sweetie, is it possible we get the second part of the drabble you wrote about ofc/charles with piano ? Cause I need a fueling before tomorrow comes and ferrari decides another stupid strategy😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

Of course you can bestie 💕 / read part one here

After finishing “Für Elise” , you expected Charles to move away and put this moment behind you two.

However , this wasn’t Charles’s plan at all . He softly placed his lips onto your neck , peppering it with gentle kisses.

“Charles what are you doing ?” You asked , you breathing ragged.

But the monegasque just shook his head “sh sh sh love. I know we don’t have the easiest relationship but please , please make an exception tonight and let me have you” his sentence came out breathy , the hand that was on your waist starting to explore more and more of you.

You didn’t know what was happening or what would happen after but for some reason it felt right.

Like two puzzle pieces.

Letting him explore your body , you craned your neck to give him better access.

Charles took this opportunity to leave a small love mark right on the right side of your neck.

Soon enough , his fingers were brushing your panties, making you let out a whiny moan.

Just as the driver behind you was about to get inside your underwear you stopped him , stilling him by the wrist.

“What’s wrong mon amour ?”

With a fuzzy mind you just shook your head and muttered “want you inside me”

That got the monegasque in action. He sat up with you in his arms , closed the piano trap and gently placed you on top of the instrument.

Pushing his lips against yours with a bruising force , your hands did their own wandering right into Charles’s pants.

While you undid his belt and pulled out his cock , he dragged your panties down your legs , pocketing them.

Spreading you open , he took one more look at you to see if this was truly okay.

Sensing his hesitation , you started marking up his neck , giving him just the green light he needed.

Charles slowly thrusted into you , you mouth leaving his neck to let out a soft moan.

After letting you adjust to his size , he started creating a rhythm. An incredible one you thought. He didn’t go neither too fast or too slow. Not to hard but also not to soft.

You may not like Charles Leclerc but you had to admit , this man knew how to fuck.

Not to mention the dirty words that left his mouth.

“You feel so good around me chérie”

“God I love the way you moan my name”

“Merde love , you’re so tight”

“Such a pretty girl all spread out just for me”

“Look at me when you come”

And you do . You keep straight eye contact as your orgasm triggers his. One of your best orgasms might you add.

Profanities left both your mouths , each muffling the other with a fiery kiss.

After calming down , Charles pulled his square batiste out of his suit pocket and cleaned you up.

Getting down from the piano , you start looking for you underwear , trying to not look at the ferrari driver that just fucked you.

“Looking for these ?” As you turned to look up at your childhood enemy , you saw him twirling your panties around his middle finger.

“Charles give them back”

“Tsk tsk tsk . I think I’m gonna keep them love” he threw you a cocky smirk “Let’s call it a little souvenir”

Getting angry , you started approaching him “I’m not joking Charles , give them back”

But he just looked down at you before leaning down and licking over the very visible love bite he left.

Getting close to your ear he whispered “come and get them”

Then left the room , not before sending you a cheeky wink

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 2

I know I say every week that I read a lot this week but I have been indulging in my favorite coping technique and so this list is ridiculously long. Twitter encouraged me. Blame them. 

**Indicates my recent favs 

~*~ 

On the inherent homoeroticism of cake decoration by welcoming_disaster (616/8K)

“She’s matchmaking, Barton,” Carol sighed.

“We,” Thor corrected, thumping himself hard in the chest, “art matchmaking.”

“Who, Cap n’ Tony?” Clint asked, his mouth full.

“Cap and Tony,” Janet confirmed, cutting herself a thin slice of egg and gently depositing it on her whole grain avocado toast, “it’s getting ridiculous.”

“Wait, I thought they were—“ Clint frowned, glancing around the room as though to confirm. Nothing but confused faces met his questioning gaze. “Huh. I really thought they were fucking.”

“And there is the crux of the issue,” Jess licked a bit of spaghetti sauce off her lip.

“Aye,” agreed Thor, “there’s rub.”

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The team tries to set up Steve and Tony. Things don't go as planned.

Baby lovers like you and me (never say die) by FestiveFerret (Old Guard AU/7.5K)

The Avengers. They'd found him frozen in the ice, told him he was immortal, of all things. And with the way he'd lived through seventy years deep in the Atlantic, he found himself inclined to believe them. They'd also been very… convincing.

Without question, they integrated him into their unit - The Avengers, a secret team of unkillables seeking wrongs around the world and making them right, supported and housed by an enigmatic billionaire named Tony Stark. Their immortality, it seemed, was a secret to everyone but him.

Ready, set, bake by ChocolateCapCookie (Great British Bake Off/11k) 

The Avengers are on a nationally televised baking competition, but nobody seems to have warned the producers that the Avengers, while they save the world everyday and put their loves at risk doing so, are a) insanely competitive, and b) absolutely terrible bakers. Steve Rogers, especially, has a competitive streak a mile wide, and he's determined to win this competition, but it's not easy when his only real opponent is also the man he's been in love with for years.

***To make flowers grow (in this barren heart) by SoldiersShield, KakushiMiko (Hanahaki AU/16K) 

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

(Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

Shelter from the storm by silkspectred (KidFic/5k) 

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Keep on beating by itsallAvengers (Domestic Fluff/6K) 

There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

The good or bad thing by petreparkour (Multiverse/10k) 

 “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”

“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.

“Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

***The tipping point by nightwalker (Domestic Fluff/7K) 

Tony has a few quirks. Steve's still trying to figure them all out.

We two, how long we were fool’d by glassessay (Soulmate AU/9K) 

Steve Rogers comes into the world as unblemished as his mother. When Anthony Stark is born, his soulmark is an obvious pattern of ink across his tiny chest.

It only takes a century, two names, and a shared love of Walt Whitman for them to find each other.

The tape in the cave by betheflame (Canon Divergent/5K) 

Steve had no idea what was happening.

“You think I didn’t know that?”

Tony was staring Zemo down as though the Sokovian was actual vermin - which, Steve reflected, he kind of was.

“You think that I,” Tony continued, not hiding the sneer in his voice, “Anthony Stark, who has more powerful technology in my literal fingers than most nations have, that I wouldn’t know everything possible about how my parents died? That I wouldn’t know it wasn’t an accident, that your silly little HYDRA Nazi knock-off pals are the ones who murdered them? Please, you are pathetic.”

Happy ending by Robin_tCJ (No-Powers AU/28K) 

 Steve is a mobile massage therapist, and Tony is a stressed billionaire. What could go wrong?

With a decent happiness by torigates (Teacher AU/16K) 

Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn't, and never was Captain America.

Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.

Nothing left but scars by SailorChibi (MCU/6.7K) - Reread

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Our hearts should remember and follow by frostfall (MCU/5K) 

Steve hums. “I didn’t know you could play. Or sing. Don’t think I’ve heard anyone mention it before.”

Tony shrugs. “It’s one of the few things, skills, I don’t flaunt. Not something people are interested in, anyway. Not gonna sway any board members by playing fucking Für Elise for them. Sides’, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even play. Well, maybe if you get me drunk enough and near an instrument. Then, I might reconsider.”

(After a dream leaves Tony rattled, he turns to the piano as a way to distract himself.)

Finally, you and me by pensversusswords (Multiverse/10K) 

Because in every layer of time, in every conceivable dimension, he was always meant to love Steve.

By some miracle, Steve was meant to love him back.

***Full disclosure not required (but appreciated) by Potrix (Identity Porn/16k) 

The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

Heartlines by nanasekei (MCU/7.9K) 

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.”

i found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt (marriage series) by quidhitch (Marriage Series/16k) 

Tony Stark doesn’t believe in marriage. It’s nobody’s fault. —Well, it’s Howard's fault, probably, but Tony doesn’t like to think about that for too long, finds that it dredges up all sorts of issues he’d rather keep buried under a mountain of strategically employed sarcasm, humorous self-deprecation, and the occasionally effective substance abuse.

***Hide your love away by sineala (Soulmate/33K) - Reread

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever.

When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

Break the chain (can’t live in circles again) by orphan_account (FWB/19K) 

There had been seven amazing weeks of dating Steve Rogers before Tony realised that they weren’t dating at all. And then it was a scramble to adjust to the situation as it had always been: being Steve’s friend-with-benefits.

And if Steve seemed a little confused and bewildered by the way Tony was acting, well. Tony was probably just misreading that, too.

Five times steve and tony (tried to) bail each other out of jail by Teyke (MCU/6k) 

Twice before Civil War, twice after, and once during. For very loose definitions of both 'bail' and 'jail'.

Cracked hearts under iron ribs by XtaticPearl (Established Relationship/14k)

Rhodey is away for almost six months now and comes to meet Tony after the mission. He doesn't understand the domesticity of the whole Tower and unknowingly sets off a whole truck of insecurities which make Tony crawl back into being a Stark instead of just Tony. The team is not at all happy and Rhodey joins them in trying to figure out a way to help their resident genius feel better in his skin.

The single biggest problem with communication by BlossomsintheMist (616/108K)

In the wake of Steve's return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn's reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering--Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they're determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires--and second chances.

What are friends for? by bobertsmallismydad (MCU /2.8K) 

In which Steve is targeted by a virus. Will the Avengers be able to save him in time?

Starving by festiveferret (Vampire AU/2K) 

Steve woke up starving.

***Everybody wonders (What it would be like to love you) by SoldiersShield (MCU/3K) 

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”

--

Or: Steve and Tony have been dancing around each other for a while now, and Steve's rather content with it. Attending a gala together just might change that.

Re(A)d all over by brandnewfashion, MusicalLuna (Drunk Flirting/3k) 

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.

It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

***The Do-over Proposal by nightwalker (Established Relationship/1.2k) 

Steve wants to go on a journey, Tony doesn't think it's a good time, and Bucky needs to beat some sense into both these idiots.

A Winter’s Ball by alliejowrites (Victorian AU/3.8K) 

Steve moves to London in search of a patron, so that he can finally devote himself to painting. He is not expecting everything he finds upon meeting Lord Stark. A fluffy little Victorian AU. One-shot.

What’s a fanfic by starksnack (AvAc/1K) 

Kamala introduces Tony and Steve to the world of fanfiction. There is a surprising amount of content about them being gay.

[dicksoutformtl]

please gaze upon my ugly sons (affectionate), as I try and play für elise by beethoven.

I’d like to apologize for my awkward pauses for some reason my brain won’t let me read and play at the same time so I have to stop— I was nearly done towards the end had a few chords to go but my head went “ nope no thoughts only dial up tone for you”

[miss-shirley]

@ladyarrowhead tagged me in a tiny tag game, thank you love 🥰

Five songs you've been listening to on repeat recently?

Lots of classical/instrumental music atm mixed with some random vintage bangers??! 😂

Trumpet Concerto in E Flat Major, III. Allegro by Joseph Haydn: One of my alltime favourite classical pieces even though I don't have a very strong connection to trumpet but I listened to this a lot as a child and it's so nice and cheerful ☺️🎺

Waltzing Matilda (Arr. Koncz) by Ray Chen: It's the aesthetic I wish I had in a song?? Also string instruments own my whole heart and it got me back into playing my violin ♥️🎻

Both Sides Now by Judy Collins: I really like this version even though Joni didn't reaaally approve but it just gives you such nostalgic feels and the lyrics are just 👌😌

Für Elise Jam by The Piano Guys: I mean come on, it sounds like old timey spies get into a fight in a theatre while the concert on stage is still going on and it switches between epic fight scenes and the pianist giving it their all 💃🏼

Head Over Heels by The Go-Go's: INSTANT GOOD MOOD!! And I actually got here through a musical soundtrack, at which point I have to add, showtunes are just my constant stream of music on repeat and it's very hard to pick individual songs from 😂

I honestly could go on and on, just - MUSIC!!

Last movie you watched?

Weirdly enough, a random German Christmas romcom that apparently was the German answer to the Dutch version of Love Actually 😂 it's called Alles ist Liebe (This is Love is the English title I think) and it was very cute, I liked a lot of the actors in it which is why I picked it to watch as sort of background entertainment

Currently watching?

I'm actually not really binging anything atm because I'm trying to read more but I'm very patiently awaiting every new Call The Midwife episode because it's just my favourite show of all time!! Have recently watched Years and Years though and scarred myself a little bit 🙆‍♀️

Currently reading?

Take Me Home Tonight by Morgan Matson which came out YESTERDAY, and it was basically made specifically for me (young adult novel about two best friends who are theatre nerds going out for an adventurous night in NYC)

Tagging: @cozcat @imspartawssem @josis-teacup @kettle-on and @rosegoldstarrynights ♥️ and as always, whoever feels like doing this, please tag me as the person who tagged you, I'd love to see what you've been up to 🥰

[evans713]

lullaby / chris evans

warnings: PLEASE READ BEFORE READING angst, mental illness, triggers, self-harm (mentions of it, nothing explicit i think), don't read if you are easily triggered, like me i know some people feel like they are alone, i'm not claiming chris is a saviour, i only wrote this to hang into that bit of hope and for purposes of this fic, it was chris, i'm also not claiming only people you are romantically involved with will understand, be able to help or save, it's up to us, THIS IS MOSTLY FLUFFY BUT STILL READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

author's note: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ a little different from the others💕

It had been one of those days. It was one of those nights. She couldn't sleep. She had lost hope. But she still smiled at the figure sound asleep next to her. Chris was lightly snoring, his face buried on his pillow but an arm protectively around her middle. Normally, his presence would lull her to sleep but not even him was helping her. She was relaxed, her mind wasn't racing surprisingly.

So why am I feeling like this?

Very carefully, she lifted his arm and slid from under him. Chris started groaning at the movement and she wedged a pillow under his arm. Her man clutched at the pillow and sighed.

Y/N sighed in relief. The last thing she wanted was to wake him up. She knew he'd just get worried over her. And she'd wish she could explain it to him. But she couldn't even explain it to herself. It was an odd feeling. Like seeing herself from afar. Not really connecting with reality. She knew it was part of recovery. Some days were going to be good. Some days were going to be really bad. Some days were just going to be numb. At least it's not a bad day although it could be, she thought and shook her head. She was going to take herself out of the rabbit's hole. This was better in a sense and she hoped later would be normal. Ish.

As silent as she could, she stepped outside the bedroom, taking one last peek to make sure Chris and Dodger hadn't woken up. Relieved that they were snoring away, she walked to the living room and took her cigarettes and lighter. Neither she nor Chris were heavy smoker. They would occasionally do it, mostly when Dodger nor anybody else was around.

Y/N stepped out to the patio and climbed onto the hammock she had begged Chris to install. She weakly chuckled at the memory as she found her comfortable spot. Lighting up one of the sticks, she brought it to her mouth and sucked greedily. Hoping it would distract her enough from the itching. She would not go down that way if she could help it. Please stay strong. 

One rather loud snore from himself made Chris wake up. His eyes dropped tiredly and pulled himself closer to Y/N, her scent lulling him back to sleep like always. He got her scent but the feeling on his hand was definitely not her. He propped his head up and tried making out her silhouette but a roaming of his hand confirmed that she wasn't in bed with him. He tried making out any sound indicating she might be in the bathroom or in the kitchen having a snack. The latter was forgotten as he heard Dodger snoring in his bed. If someone was in the kitchen, the pup could be found there. When he didn't hear the water running, he got up from his bed and walked outside.

Everything was silent in their home. Of course, the wind and crickets could be heard but other than that, no indication of where Y/N could be.

Chris wasn't going to lie to himself, he started getting worried. He knew first-hand what it was like to deal with a mental illness. And Y/N had confided in him of what she was going through and moreso what she had done to herself. He sighed in relief when he couldn't find any traces of blades or worse. But still there wasn't sign of you.

Until he saw you swinging on the hammock. He didn't even know how tense he was until he relaxed as he saw her. The gentle light from the lamp outside coated her naked shoulders and legs.

"Y/N?" She turned around and smiled at Chris. He knew it was genuine but it was a sad, tired one. "How do you feel?"

"How do you know?" His question stunned her but then again, she was awake in the middle of the night and out in the patio. "Did I wake you?" This was exactly what she was trying to avoid, worrying him over nothing.

"My snoring woke me up." He said and was relieved that his admission had lifted the mood. Y/N chuckled and offered her hand. He took it and settled next to her, resting his head on her shoulder. "Have you slept at all?"

"I couldn't." Y/N admitted.

"Bad night?"

"Numb night."

"I know I won't take it away but why didn't you wake me up?" Chris asked.

Y/N shifted so she was sideways, her hand on his chest, tracing small patterns. "You were sleeping peacefully. Not because I can't sleep means you shouldn't." She said in a light voice, her finger playfully booping his nose before going back to his chest. 

"Is there something I can do for you?"

"You already do everything for me." She promised.

"I still wish I could make it go away or even share-"

"No, Chris, don't ever wish for something like that. Not for me, not for anybody. I know you mean well but this is the worst thing that can happen to anybody and I know you already deal with anxiety and it takes a toll on you. I don't want you to suffer any more. You don't deserve it."

"You don't deserve it either. Nobody does." His arm circled her shoulders, bringing her as close as possible.

"I know."

There was a moment of comfortable silence. 

"I have an idea." Chris said and started wiggling off the hammock. "Come." He extended his hand and helped Y/N stand up. She took her pack and lighter and let him lead her back inside. 

Chris walked to where his piano stood and brought Y/N to sit on the couch next to it before going back to sit on the bench. He played a few notes as a warm up and when she heard the first notes of Für Elise, her frame relaxed and she lied on the couch. Her eyes closed on their own accord and the last thing she saw was Chris moving his fingers gracefully along the keys as he played her favorite piece.

As Chris finished playing, he began hearing soft snores coming from the couch and smiled. He walked up to his sleeping girl and laid himself next to her, careful of not disrupting her slumber. Y/N gained a bit of consciousness as she felt her head being moved. She began hearing a steady beat and let herself be lulled back to sleep after a kiss was placed on top of her head.

"We are going to get through this."

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Good morning to my BESTO FRIENDO!! Happy Monday, sweetie!

I'm so exited to help you with Spanish! What do you know? Maybe you could write something in Spanish when you answer this. Or if you don't want to, we can find another way. Whatever fits you better!!! And I totally agree that kanjis are a headache 🙃😣

So, you've been in Croatia? That's really cool. Part of my ancestry is from Croatia (I mean, it was Yugoslavia at that time). And I know there are HUGE AS* insects in Australia. I saw a post on Instagram about this spider season (idk if it's called like that) and I almost fainted. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, was covered with spider webs 😭😭😭😭😭. I once tried to kill a big spider in my room(it was late night),but when I stepped on it, a lot of mini spiders came out of the bigger one. A part of me died that day. (R.I.P V. Great person, loved future English teacher.)

Anyway, changing the subject. I read that you are 5'3''. That's cool!! I'm 5'8'' or 5'9'' I think (I'm 174 cm tall) and I really hate that. I feel like I'm not neither tall nor short and that makes me feel frustrated!🥺 I also read you've written non-fic related novels! I'm really curious about that! So, when the time comes, I'll willingly read them! But, in the time being, could you at least give us some kind of preview or insight? (Again, it is up to you. I won't get mad if you don't want to).

And I also read your "Why I write Consent Check". I completely, totally agree with you. I think people in general should be more aware about consent is not just a one-time thing!! It really breaks my heart to read what you wrote! I hope you are good (or at least better. Sorry I'm not good at comforting people).

Sending you a bigggg 🐻 hug, and Kira sends you a kithhh 🐶💙

♠️V♠️

P.s: I almost forgot to answer your questions!

I used to play the drums. It was when I was in my last primary school year. It was great. My teacher is the most kind-hearted man. Whenever's he sees me on the street he greets me and ask about me and my life. I love him so much 💙. I also know how to play "Für Elise" and "Welcome to the black parade" on the piano, but only the first part. I really suck at piano, I swear!😝😝

About my hobbies... Please don't hate me but I used to be an athlete (I searched for the difference between jock and athlete on urban dictionary). I was a hockey player. It was sth I really, really enjoyed! I was good, too. But for something or other, I stopped playing. I'd like to start again but I know I'm going to lose both knees so I'll see!

What about you? Do you have any other hobbies apart from writing? What is your favourite season of the year and why?

Good morning V!

NO SPIDERS. BAD SPIDERS. VETE, AFUERA! (But seriously, spiders are disGOSteng.)

No sé qué escribir en español, pero sí sé las palabras: "afuera" y "no" y "quiero que te vayas". All things I like to say when I'm annoyed at my students (who are 18-22 because English Lit is a nice ol' requirement for any level).

Wow, um... well, YOU'RE TALL. So, don't be ashamed of your height or weirded out. Anything taller than 5'5" is tall to me lol

And my novel "Shadows of Misfortune" is... a long and complicated novel. Here's the summary: "Princess Cyra, heir to the Eastern Court throne, has recently returned to courtier life after the murder of her fiance, Prince Gunnar. When High Prince Halewijn returns from exile, he proposes an arrangement that will help her get revenge on Gunnar’s murderer - who happens to be Halewijn’s father. Now, Cyra must decide if revenge is worth marrying the son of the man she despises, or if she’ll let her ambitions die with Gunnar’s memory."

Lots of twists, lots of scary turns, lots of stuff. First draft is finished, but it's nowhere near close to being published.

I'm doing much better; it's been four years since the incident, and through therapy and self-love, I've been recovering from it quite nicely. Despite living in the same city as him, I've never run into him, so I see that as a sign of divine intervention by the universe.

Tell Kira I said thank you, and my little matador Bubby is sending you the best puppy love he's got!

Finally, AT LEAST YOU CAN PLAY PIANO! I can barely play a note and then follow it with another note lol (But my father is a pianist and tried to teach me. I wimped out pretty fast tbh)

And I don't hate you for being an athlete! I wish I could be one, but I have exercise-induced asthma, so... yeah. My other hobbies are photography, painting, reading, and cooking. I LOVE COOKING. And my favorite season is fall. I have so many sweaters I can't wait to wear again, because I love the long sleeve weather when you can have your ankles out if you want.

What about your favorite season? And... what's your favorite: denim or silk?

Best wishes,

Wendy!

[zerzurianspy]

we are shipping danelise not simply because it's a murderer/victim dynamic

we see them as a potential couple (aged up!elise) because there is a fic about elise and she worked in a brennenburg castle where she met daniel someday so they actually interacted and they developed an actual relationship or more like friendship

daniel trying to kill elise isn't even the main event of the story it happened and this incident was written in very iteresting way but author didn't even mean that this trope was cute and romantic

it's not because we just love boring problemtic tropes but because we have an actual dynamic between the characters in a very beautiful fic

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Hey!! I have this theory that David really enjoys music from the 1950s. Maybe it’s just because its some of my favorite music, but I just imagine it being nostalgic and peaceful for him. If you’d be willing to write something related to that, I’d love to read it!

Oh I agree! I think that because he's definitely the oldest, and Paul and Marko were changed after or during the fifties that sometimes he longs back to calmer and simpler times. I hope you'll like this💕

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Music had always been a thing that brought him back. He had been born in the late 1800s, being twenty-one when the hotel collapsed on top of him during the earthquake in 1906. He remembers quite clearly that the pianist had been playing Für Elise when the hotel began to fall, and ever since h hated the song. It meant the end of his human life, and the beginning of his vampire one.

He'd been alone with Max for several years when they'd found Dwayne. It was during the mid-thirties he'd joined their little family, and the ragtime and the jazz from that time always brought him back to the moment they found his brother. Besides that he never really liked to think of those tunes. He thought jazz was to busy- with every instrument playing a solo whenever it seemed to please the player, and ragtime... It just wasn't his thing.

During the forties the rhythm and blues movement had made an uprising, and David couldn't help but appreciate it. Without he wouldn't have the music he liked today. He had never been a big Elvis fan, but it was during an Elvis concert that they saw Marko for the first time. Afterwards they talked, knowing they wanted him to join their vampire family. And he did.

He could listen to the sounds of Chuck Berry, Little Richard or Bo Diddley for hours. The group of three had met Paul when he was working at a bar near the stage where Jerry Lee Lewis had been playing, and the moment they met they knew he would become like them.

David couldn't help but smile thinking back to those moments. He met his brothers through music, he himself was changed while his last memory was that damned song. Music had been a surprisingly big part in his live - or undead live really. And he was lucky the boys agreed. Of course, they liked more modern stuff, like The Doors or pretty much anyone who'd been playing at Woodstock back in the day, but the classic rock-n-roll from the fifties... It was like coming home really. Coming home to this weird family of vampires.

Things were different now. Ever since the late sixties Max had tried to get a wife to join him every single five years or so. Their life became busier, with them trying to get the kids of said wife to turn. And in those days, where Max ruled over their lives with an almost iron fist, David turned back to the tunes he listened to in the fifties, thinking back to those days where it was just him and his brothers. No Star, no Laddie, no Max complaining and ordering them around. Back then it was just the four of them, surrounded by their music and their freedom.

[anxiouslymalicious]

Losers Club Plus One Part 4

Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series

Read the previous part here or go here for the series Masterlist!

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the lovely support! I have had an amazing weekend in London, but my tumblr app kept on crashing and turned off my whole phone every now and then so I couldn’t reply to everything on time. I hope that I have put everyone on the taglist who wanted to be added, but if I missed you, please message me again! It really wasn’t my intention to do so, it was more tumblr fucking me up big time. 

Anyway, here we go with the fourth part! There is a mention of a panic attack in here, it is kind of descriptive but not fully graphically realised so I just kind of wanted to throw a warning out here.

I hope you enjoy!

Y/N was stiffly following the adult losers to the Barrens. Richie had already tried to figure out what was going on with his daughter, but she refused to tell him. She was scared, yes, but she knew that the losers had already fought IT – and all of them had come out of that alive – so she assumed that she would be safe with them. With her father. And she didn’t want Richie to freak out even further and actually drag her ass home. His friends needed him, so she would be able to suck it up and sit through all that.

Bill slowed his steps a little and stayed a bit behind with Y/N. All the other losers had tried to get her to talk on their walk into the woods in the Barrens, none of them being successful. Richie, at last, asked Bill to try. He was the unspoken leader, Big Bill, of the losers club. Maybe he had the same kind of effect on her as he had on the other losers. Like they were safe with him and could trust him, his intuition and his usually well-chosen words, even when they were down in the sewers, with only a few matches left to light the way, facing Patrick Hockstetter’s body, stumbling through the disgusting greywater.

“Y-you’re awf-f-fully quiet.” Bill said to the girl, hands in his pocket. His stuttering had come back, it was easier to control when he was talking with his friends but with his friend’s daughter, it was strangely difficult. Bill told himself that it was just because she was practically a stranger and he didn’t trust her like the people he had faced IT with. How could he? Surely, no one would blame Bill if he confessed to feelings this way, but he was too ashamed to do just that.

“And you’re stuttering.” She replied, a smirk on her lips, curious to see whether he could take the joke. Bill scoffed.

“Are you alright? All of this is probably a bit much-“

“I’m fine, okay? Please stop asking me. I’m as good as you can be when you’re meeting friends your father couldn’t remember until a few hours ago, bloody and full of your own vomit because your fortune cookie was bleeding on you and some strange creature keeps threatening you that you’ll float with some Stanley and Georgie.” Y/N stopped walking, growing irritated at the many attempts. She appreciated that they were taking care of her, but she didn’t feel like talking, she felt like she couldn’t talk. Because she couldn’t understand, couldn’t express what was going on.

“G-g-Georgie?” Bill asked, tears suddenly springing to his eyes, a little sting in his chest, his heart. The girl just nodded, her arms crossed as she watched him with great caution and confusion.

“Is everything alright?” Ben asked the two, looking back at them, stopping in his tracks. All eyes were on Bill and Y/N now. Curious, nervous, anxious. 

“Who told you about Georgie? Did you see him?” Bill suddenly seemed much more serious to Y/N, it was almost scary. Scratch that, Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. And, although she would later tell herself that it was just her ears playing tricks on her, that it was just the wind rustling the leaves of the trees and bushes, but she could swear that she heard the quiet, happy giggles of a child somewhere in the distance.

Y/N took a step back. “I-IT mentioned him. Is he dead?” She now looked from Bill to her father, who looked at her, his face one of confusion, while Bill tried to swallow his tears. The pain of losing Georgie came back to him, the little boy whose teeth never grew back. The little boy whose photo album wouldn’t be filled with more pictures. The little boy who would never walk through the doors of their house again, in his yellow raincoat and with that stupid little boat in his hands as their beloved mother played ‘Für Elise’. The little boy whose death changed Bill’s whole life. And Bill knew that it was necessary for him to move on, to know that he wasn’t the one to blame for George’s death, that it was that stupid clown and him only, but the guilt was overcoming Bill once more.

“Y/N, George was Bill’s little brother. He died when he was 6 years old. He was killed by Pennywise the clown.” Richie said, stepping closer to his daughter to pull her close. “But when did IT tell you? You didn’t mention him in the bathroom.”

Y/N grew nervous, hands growing sweaty as she subtly tried to touch the phone in her jeans pocket to check that it was tucked away safely, out of reach from the losers. She wiped her hands on her jeans, trying not to act suspiciously, but she knew that her father was looking right through her.

“But IT mentioned him. I’m pretty sure I told you.” She said, crossing her arms in front of her chest again, taking a step back to put some distance between them.

“Y/N, did you see IT again? We need to know. We can’t protect you if you don’t work with us. IT is dangerous and will not hesitate to kill you.” Mike said, trying to be the voice of reason, but she shook her head vehemently.

“Y/N, please…” Richie was now pleading with his daughter to just tell him. But she shook her head, trying hard to suppress the tears she already felt welling up in her eyes. “I’m good, don’t worry. Nothing happened. IT is not after me.” She finally said with a small, clearly uncomfortably forced smile before she passed the adults and walked deeper into the Barrens.

“Are you guys coming or what?” Y/N yelled after a few steps, when she noticed that she was the only one walking into the unknown area ahead of her. The losers looked at each other, Richie feeling his heart hurt in his chest. It was obvious to all of the losers that she was lying, they didn’t need to know her to see that she was more antsy than she had been before, always fumbling with something, her hands shaking, and she was nibbling on her fingernails when she thought no one was looking. The last one was especially an exhibit for Richie. He had raised her. He had seen her do that more often than he liked.

He saw her nibbling at her fingernails on her first day of school, before she walked into the classroom for the first time. 

He saw her nibbling her fingernails when she was about to go on stage in a school play. 

When he included one of her jokes in his set for the first time. 

When he watched as she tried to tell him about her crush for the first time. 

When they tried to contact the woman they thought might be her mother. And in all those situations, the girl was open and honest with her father, telling him how she felt, telling him that she was nervous or scared and Richie felt his chest grow warm at how much his daughter trusted him. He felt like he had done something right in his messy life. But now, now that they were in Derry, trying to fight something they weren’t sure how to kill – if they even got that far – she was shutting Richie out. And that scared him just as much as it hurt.

Eddie laid his hand on Richie’s shoulder, mustering up an encouraging smile.

“She is your daughter. Obviously, she inherited some of your stupidity. But I’m sure she’ll come around.” Eddie grinned at the taller man, making Richie scoff playfully.

“At least I have a child, fuckface.” Richie smiled back and the group continues their way. That was, until Ben fell through the door, making everyone shriek, Y/N being the loudest, and, due to the shock, she and Eddie jumped to Richie, holding onto his arms. Eddie glanced at the girl, meeting her gaze before his gaze wandered to Richie for a second, to where Richie’s hands gripped the smaller man’s shirt like he had done many years before when they were children, almost anytime surprised them. Both Eddie and Y/N stepped away from Richie. With a sad sigh, Richie watched as Y/N regained her cold composure.

One after another, the losers climbed down into the clubhouse. The losers were so entranced by the familiar, now dirty and fragile looking place they had spent hours upon hours in, they didn’t even notice that Y/N wasn’t joining them down there. She opted to watch them from above. Something about following them didn’t feel right to her. She wasn’t a loser, she had never been a part of their group and so, she was afraid of interrupting that moment of peace. The sweet nostalgia. The cosy memories.

Y/N was watching from above, sitting at the ladder, legs dangling through the hole, as the losers talked about the paddle board incident. About Stan. What a person he was. And, suddenly, she felt a pang of guilt in her chest. Y/N didn’t feel like she should be there. Stan should be here. Stan should be down there, catching up with his friends, laughing about stupid memories, making a plan on how to kill IT.

 Rustling leaves. Stones shifting against each other. Twigs breaking under the weight of something.

Y/N’s head whipped around, trying to make out whatever pulled her out of her thoughts. Her nails dug into the soil below her. Heart hammering against her ribcage like it wanted to break out, like it was desperate to break out.

It’s that clown, she thought, hoping to spot something between the trees, it’s coming for me again, but why is it always me?

Finally, she registered a movement in the corner of her eye. A bush. Rustling, shaking lightly. Something was in there. Something-

Richie groaned. His glasses landed somewhere in the room, being harshly pulled from his nose. The palms of his hands pressed against his eyes. A burning pain, the burning pain was back. Worse. More real.

Y/N had turned her head back just in time to watch her father’s figure crumble to the ground.

“DAD!” she screamed, pushing herself to fall through the hole, stumbling towards her father. A sharp pain shot through her knees as she dropped to them, but she barely noticed it as she tried to pull Richie’s hands away from his eyes.

“Dad, it’s alright, you’re alright- Breathe. In and out. Like you taught me. Slowly! Slowly! Dad, please!” she tried to calm her father down, voice shaky, mind racing. Painful gasps escaped Richie’s lips as his daughter comfortingly placed a hand on his shoulder, using the other one to hold onto his hand, squeezing it to help him get into a breathing rhythm. Next thing Y/N knew, as she had helped Richie calm down, Mike was down, groaning in pain and pressing his hands to his eyes in hopes to ease it. Richie, still halfway out of it, stumbles towards Mike, who was taken care of by Bill and Beverly. Eddie, meanwhile, was desperate for his inhalator but tried to resist the urge to shove his hand into his pocket and whip it out as Ben was trying to make sure that Eddie wouldn’t pass out any second.

“Mike, do you remember the smoke-hole bullshit? This is it. The turtle, the-the part when we were going crazy and time travelled right here?” Richie asked him, grinning like a maniac. “This is it. The memories are coming back. Holy shit.” Richie said as he leaned against the wall next to Mike, Bill helping him sit up. Y/N was sitting in the dirt, under the hole, just watching as realisation dawned on each of the losers’ faces. All of them subtly tried to rub their eyes, remembering the stinging sensation that most of them couldn’t endure for too long, opting to flee instead.

Y/N could swear that she heard something moving outside, suddenly remembering what had happened before Richie broke down. She sent a look towards the four adults on the ground, seeing that they were busy trying to pierce together the smoke-hole-ritual, then glanced at Eddie and Ben. Eddie was leaning against the unsteady pole, also slightly leaning against Ben in need of support, eyes closed. Ben, feeling like he was being watched, looked up briefly, spotting Y/N climbing up the ladder.

“Where are you going?” his rough voice echoed through the room, breaking the other losers’ focus. Y/N had climbed up far enough to carefully examine the upside world. She was hoping that she would spot the source of the earlier noise, or something she could use as an excuse. A squirrel or bird or something that would give her the opportunity to breathe and not feel hunted for once since she arrived at the hotel. To her utter relief, she heard another sound, this time clearly spotting a fat squirrel climbing up a tree. An involuntary laugh bubbled up deep in her chest, too quickly to suppress, and she smiled at the group as she jumped off the ladder, facing the adults.

“Nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.” She grinned, walking over to her father, helping him get back to his feet as Richie babbled on about a turtle, how IT arrived and whatnot. But Y/N didn’t listen. The relief was too deeply rooted in her. She was thoroughly enjoying the blissful moments of what felt like freedom. Blissful unawareness was a better word though. Because, what Y/N didn’t know, had she stayed up on the ladder just a little longer, had she watched the outside world just a moment longer, she would have spotted a single red balloon rising up into the air, slowly but steadily. To her, it might not be too much of a worry, had she seen it, but each of the losers knew better.

Pennywise was close.

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[therotatingvillain]

First, hello. A few facts about me: I'm German, currently still living in Germany, going to school, 10th grade and am somewhat interessted in history. As it is in Germany you can't be interessted in history without at least knowing more about World War 2 than the average person, although I believe that Germans tend to see the horror in it, yet still make jokes and laugh about it more than other nations. There also are a lot, and I mean a lot of movies about WW2 or set in WW2. One of these is my number 3 favorite movie, Inglorious Basterds. Now, when I first watched IB, I immediately (as so many of us probably) fell in love with SS-Colonel Hans Landa, whom I'll just be referring to as Hans from now on. I wondered about something everytime I watched him though and that was what exactly made him so terrifying? What makes our blood run cold the moment we hear this abstract, weird version of Für Elise, or at least this abstract song with the Für Elise beginning? What makes us feel as if we're in serious danger everytime Hans is on screen? It couldn't just be the uniform or his obvious Nazi typical mannerisms, no, otherwise we would have been just as scared of Gestapo Major Dieter Hellstrom and I don't know about you, but the more I watch IB, the more I think Dieter is just hilariously failing at trying to be like Hans.

So, what made Hans so different? Well, in my opinion you can already see that in the first scene.

Let's make one thing clear here, I'm a writer, I want to become a psychologist, I can't and won't talk about this in a cinematography kind of way, but rather on a people level. Also, I'm a theatre kid, so I'm gonna use some of the shit I learned in drama class and all in all this is just a lot of rambling and me fanboying over Nazi Daddy Landa, so don't take everything I say too seriously.

The first thing I want to briefly touch upon is the music. The iconic intro of Für Elise, a song that screams German and what is it followed by? Abstract, not at all fitting notes, making you feel uneasy because something isn't right at all. LaPadite and his daughter also show this perfectly. She sees the car driving their way, the music sets in, their erratic, nervous and you as the audience don't know why. You can guess why, a German song in the background, a movie set in WW2? This is going to be Nazis, no doubt, but you're still uneasy because something just doesn't seem right. Not one bit.

And then Hans arrives, open top car, showing that he's not at all scared about what he is doing. He tells his men he doesn't want to be disturbed and walks up to LaPadite, asking if this land belongs to the LaPadites, fully aware that of course it does, but still being polite, asking questions, introducing himself and shaking LaPadites hand. This handshake shows perfectly that from that moment on Hans has full control over the entire situation. Hans is the one initiating the handshake and he holds it. If you look closely you can see LaPadite trying to take his hand away, but Hans doesn't let him. He looks into LaPadites eyes, holding the stare, his hand still firmly gripping LaPadites. Hans politely asks if he could be invited in, a clear order disguised as a polite question and when LaPadite agrees and wants to walk off, Hans lays his hand on LaPadites upper arm, showing that he has a higher status than LaPadite, that he is in control and they both know it.

The next bit that just makes you hold your breath is when Hans meets LaPadites daughters, mesmerized by Charlottes beauty, her having blonde hair and blue eyes, the Arien norm the Nazis were so fascinated with. She is the only one he pays attention to, staring at her even after sitting down, his face devote of emotion, just an emtpy stare that you're unable to read. When another of the daughters was asked to get him a glass of wine, Hans gripped her arm, soft, yet clearly in a threatening way. We know he has power over everyone in that room, but we don't see him clearly abusing this power, we only see small motions like that and that makes us nervous, because we wait for the moment he snaps but it just doesn't happen.

When he tells LaPadite to sit down with him and tells him to send his girls outside, we see that this is Hans' stage. He decides who goes where when and you follow those orders.

Next Hans asks to switch the language to English because his French is exhausted and he would only embarrass himself if he kept on talking, but once you have seen the full scene, you know this was only so that he could have a full conversation with LaPadite without the Dreyfuses underneath the floorboards knowing too much and making a silent escape.

From here on it gets really clear that Hans doesn't accept a simple yes or no as an answer, or any answer that he deems as too vague. He asks LaPadite to „please tell me waht you've heard“ after asking him if he's familiar with who Hans is, reminding LaPadite of the monster that is sitting in front of him. He wants LaPadite to talk, to slip up and reveal himself so that Hans can get the job done with and leave.

Hans smiles when LaPadite tells him that his visit may be pleasant, but LaPadite doesn't know why Hans is there. Hans smiles because he knows LaPadite is lying and we know that Hans knows. That's a terrifying thought. We don't know how he knows, all we know is he does. Hans entire preperation happened off screen, we know exactly nothing about him except for the fact that he knows. That he has power and knows the secrets hanging heavy in the air.

He drags the entire process as long as he can, doing everything neat and tidy, getting LaPadite to talk, asking him questions, still accepting no vague answers. When LaPadite asked if he could smoke his pipe, Hans reacts in a sort of „don't be silly“ demeanor. As if he isn't the one in control of everything, but just a mere guest in LaPadites house out of pure friendliness from LaPadite.

Now, let's get to my favorite part of the scene, the rat speech. This entire speech is just so that we would agree with Hans. Makes us understand his position, maybe even feel sympathy for him. He says he loves his nickname „precisely because I've earned it.“, saying it as if he means „I worked hard for this“, trying to gather sympathy. „I don't consider the comparison an insult“ can be read as the typical „I'm not the bad guy here, I'm not like them, I don't have anything against Jews.“ and I'm pretty sure I am not the only one believes him with that, who believes him that he never had anything against Jews, but merely just followed the regime flooding the entirety of Europe. When he says he doesn't consider the comparison an insult, he puts a hand onto his chest, underlining this „it's not me who's the bad one“ meaning. He makes us agree with him through comparisons like the one between a rat and a squirrel, because it's true. He repeats certain aspects, making it clear that they are important, making us think about it and in the end agreeing. It's terrifying to realize how easy he can make you agree with something so atrocious. It's as if he gets into your head with complete ease.

I always felt as if the phrase „Because I'm aware of what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity“ felt off. Just, not really fitting, but that's for another time. After smoking his ridiculous pipe, which, let's be honest here, was not intended to intimidate LaPadite further, but was probably just something Hans thought was fucking hilarious (it was) since Hans is someone with a sense of humor. A really dark and disturbed sense of humor, but he loves cracking jokes and this was one of them. Anyway, he emphasizes a lot on the word „dictates“. His job dictates that his men conduct a search. Hans doesn't want to do this but he has to. It's again this weird sense of sympathy we feel for him. When he talks about the irregularities and says that „rest assured there will be“ some, we have the last clue that we needed. Now it's obvious that Hans knows everything. He knows that the Dreyfuses are hiding beneath the floorboards, he knows LaPadite has been lying, he knows everything.

What he is doing now is disguising obvious threats as rewards, telling LaPadite that his family would be save if he told Hans everything Hans wanted to know, reminding him that his daughters were outside with Hans men and that with one word from Hans, they could be shot on the spot and by now not just LaPadite but also the audience know that Hans would indeed give them the order to kill the girls just to get the information he wants.

I believe that from here on it's very obvious why we're so scared of Hans, if you don't remember, go back and watch the scene again. Actually, go watch the entire movie, it's wonderful.

Now, this was just a short retelling of the first 20 minutes, a lot of the things I mentioned were repeated to enhance the feeling and of course I may be reading way too much into this, but honestly? I don't care. It was fun writing this, it was even more fun staring at frame for frame of those first 20 minutes for more than 2 days, talking to myself more than I talked to anyone else the entire past week, but I just love Hans on so many levels. Christoph Waltz acting is amazing, he is an amazing actor that deserves the two Oscars he won and even more and I hope we will see him in a lot more movies before having to part from him.

Please excuse any mistakes since it's fairly late, I'm dying on the inside (well, I'm already dead inside but you know what I mean), English isn't my mothertongue and all in all I'm just ranting as always.

Stay hydrated you wonderful human beings.

[noirandchocolate]

So anyway me reading and then posting my Dad’s half-joking half-completely sincere opinion list of 50 great “classical” composers has made my dormant interest in the subject pop up again and now you all just have to deal with that.  Please feel free to block the tag “classical music” if you don’t want to see lists of pieces by many many dead European men on your dash.

Anyway I already posted ten things by Dad’s ultimate fave, Dvorak, so here’s ten by his number two, Beethoven:

1)  Symphony No. 9, because this is absolutely required to be on any Beethoven list

2)  Symphony No. 5, likewise

3)  Symphony No. 6, movement 1

4)  Piano Sonata No. 14 “Quasi Una Fantasia” aka “Moonlight Sonata” (PS you may have heard the first movement but have you heard the other two??  Third one esp. gets wild.)

5)  Piano Sonata No. 17 “Tempest” (or just movement 3 bc this is a cool video)

6)  Bagatelle No. 25 “Für Elise”

7) “Adelaide” (or this version that replaces the tenor voice with a cello)

8)  Symphony No. 3

9)  Grosse Fugue, op. 133 (or this version with more strings)

10)  Piano Concerto No. 5 “Emperor” (jsyk it’s piano and orchestra)

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if you're still taking prompts...how about supercorp + “well, one of us has to change and it’s not going to be me” or person a and person b show up at a halloween party in the same costume party 💕

Consider yourself a VIP. ♥ 

Edit: Two hours later, I got carried away.

—

Once upon a time, there lived two, little girls in the small town of Midvale. As soon as the nearest lake turned into solid ice, they’d put on their skates and meet at the center, exchange little notes where wishes and dreams for the present and the future were written for them to read later when they get home.

When they were nine, the blonde girl received a beginner’s music sheet of Beethoven’s Für Elise while the brunette received a phone charm in the shape of a crescent moon. 

When they were eleven, the blonde girl got a pair of hockey gloves while the brunette received a Christmas sweater most people would describe as ugly because of the cartoon deer’s head jutting out from the chest area.

When they were thirteen, the blonde skated towards the center of the solidified lake and came to a slow stop when she found herself all alone. 

Maybe she’s sick, she thought to herself and accepted it as the truest fact. Maybe she’ll be around tomorrow.

She nodded optimistically and skated away with her shoulders up again. In her hand was the note she didn’t know was going to be her last.

I wish to attend Mike’s Halloween Party as Poison Ivy with you by my side.

Poison Ivy was their favorite character.

—

Kara never did manage to fulfill that wish after that day — well, until now. 

It’s silly, but she’s a twenty-six-year-old woman whose life mostly revolved around work, work, and work, so when someone invited her to a Halloween Party one weekend, she decided it was time to relax even for just one night.

It was her first (and probably last) Halloween Party, so going all out was her only choice. She temporarily dyed her hair red for the evening and wore Poison Ivy’s iconic skintight suit, but instead of it ending at the junction between her legs, she decided to extend it down to her ankles. 

So, maybe she did look like Mera from Aquaman, but no one would notice. The synthetic poison ivy she stitched along her suit was enough to give people a clue as to who she was playing as. 

“Hey!”

Kara turned to the owner of the voice with a boisterous laugh, arms immediately wrapping around someone she hadn’t hugged for quite a long time now. 

“Mike!” Kara’s laughter subsided into little giggles as Mike made a show of flexing his muscles, having decided to be Superman for the night. “Well, aren’t you looking good?”

“I do it for only one woman,” he grinned. “Have you seen her? She’s fucking gorgeous.”

Kara rolled her eyes. “Mike, please.”

“No, seriously, you should see her right now.” Mike began looking around for a head of brown curls, eyes narrowing as if that would help him see clearer in the dimly-lit room. “She should be around here somewhere… I think I last saw her talking to someone playing as Poison Ivy.”

Kara blinked. “Me?”

“Uh, no,” Mike frowned. “Aren’t you Mera?”

Oh, for God’s sake—

“Yeah, nevermind.”

“I mean, if you’re Poison Ivy, then—”

“Then, someone else is also dressed up as Poison Ivy. Yup.”

“Damn. That’s crazy.”

Kara snorted. “It’s not that crazy.”

Mike shrugged. “Eh, you’re right. It’s a dress-up party. Anyway, I’m off to look for Imra. See you later, Kara.”

—

So, maybe she was just lonely in a room full of dressed-up strangers. That’s the only reason why Kara was shouldering through endless people, looking for another person dressed the same way as her — or similarly to her, anyway. 

It didn’t take long for her to find the other person. Whoever this stranger was, she’d decided to go full-on Poison Ivy, and Kara almost felt guilty for being unable to snath her eyes away from that beautiful butt. Almost.

And maybe she was blushing and just a little bit ashamed for looking in the first place, but… really, could you blame her when it was a really cute butt?

“So, I don’t know about you, but…” she trailed off as she placed her elbows on the counter beside the stranger, an open, friendly smile gracing her face. “Someone has to change and it’s not going to be me.”

Kara expected the other woman to tell her to fuck off, or maybe something nicer than that, but similar to it, anyway.

What she didn’t expect was to see a pair of green eyes she’d only last seen when she was twelve, exchanging notes in the middle of a solidified lake. Kara’s mouth parted slowly as recognition dawned upon her, which slowly morphed into a grin when she saw a hint of recognition on the other woman’s face.

“Kara?”

Oh, God, of course, you have to sound like that as a grown-up.

“L-Lena…” Kara shook her head. “Wow, I— You’re Poison Ivy.”

There were so many things to say — so many things she could say other than that, but… Poison Ivy was their favorite character, and now, fourteen years later, Kara was in the presence of Lena once again, both of them dressed almost similarly.

“I see that you are, too,” Lena replied, voice still steady, although her lips curled up to a grin now. “When I was thirteen years old, I wrote that I wanted to dress up as Poison Ivy at a party with you.”

Kara’s face reflected that of shock and excitement morphed into one. 

“Me, too.”

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The Beast of Greed || Chapter 4

Characters: Licht, Hyde/Lawless Ship: LawLicht Summary: Hyde was cursed to be a beast and the only hope he had to become human again was to learn how to play the piano. Licht didn’t know if he could trust Hyde but agreed to teach him how to play.

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || (Ch.4) ||

Licht paced the hall outside of Hyde’s room. After he brought Hyde back to the castle, the staff helped him place him on his bed. Mahiru insisted that he should wait outside while they treated his wounds. He didn’t see how deep his wounds were but he remembered how Hyde collapsed after he saved him from the wolves. Worry turned in his stomach.

He could hear a commotion from the other side of the door and wondered what happened. Licht started to open the door but it swung open before he could. The doorway was empty but he could guess that it was Mahiru in front of him. He was one of the few servants that stayed behind to help Hyde. He pushed a small cart outside and closed the door after him.

“Thank you for bringing Hyde back so quickly. I did my best to treat his wound but it was difficult. His pride his more wounded than his body and he’s being stubborn. He won’t let me help him.” Mahiru sighed softly. “We should let him rest and heal for now. I’ll try again in an hour.”

“Give me that cart,” Licht said and then grabbed the handle. He forced the door open and marched to the bed where Hyde laid. Both Mahiru and Hyde were shocked by Licht’s brazen actions. He pulled off the blanket and took his shoulder. He forced him to sit on the edge of the bed and ordered, “Give me your arm, Shit Rat. I saw the wolf bite you there.”

“What are you doing here?” He growled but slowly held his arm towards him. Even though Licht helped him back to the castle, he was certain that he would immediately leave. Hyde wouldn’t blame Licht for doing so. He lost his temper when he saw him inside the music room and he likely scared him. He couldn’t read the expression Licht had.  

“I don’t know much about first aid so don’t complain if this hurt. You had the opportunity to let Mahiru help you but you said no. Now, you have to deal with me. Hold still.” Hyde watched him dip a cloth into the hot water. After wringing the water out, he careful dabbed the towel against his wound. The hot water stung and Hyde couldn’t stop himself from screaming.

“That hurts, Lichtan!” He took his arm back roughly.

“Endure it, Hedgehog!” Licht didn’t flinch and yelled back. “It wouldn’t hurt so much if you stayed still like I told you to.”

They shot retorts at each other for a minute. Licht grabbed his arm again to clean the wound. When he started to pull away, he moved closer to him so he couldn’t leave. In their struggle, Licht crawled onto his lap and push his shoulders onto the bed. Hyde glared up at him, “Will you leave me alone? This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gone into the music room.”

“I’m sorry.” Hyde was shocked by his soft-spoken apology. Licht took his hand and brushed aside his fur so he could see his wound. Gently, he pressed the damp towel against it. “I went into the music room when you told me not to. But your reaction was wrong too. You’re not a child so you shouldn’t be throwing things. If you hold still and let me help you, we’ll be even.”

“You’re not scared of me?” Hyde was almost afraid to hear his answer. He held his breath until Licht shook his head. He cleaned his wound and then placed the towel on the cart. Licht thought of how his mother would treat his scraps when he was a child and tried to imitate her actions. Hyde was far from a child and Licht traced his fingers over his muscles.

Licht quickly stopped himself when he realized that he was acting far too casual with him. His heart raced when he noticed that he was sitting on top on Hyde. He blushed and slid off his lap. He turned away from Hyde and focused on the supplies on the cart. For a moment, he paused and faced him again. “I could’ve fought those wolves off by myself but… Thank you for saving my life.”

“It looked like you were fending them off very well.” Hyde chuckled and Licht considered kicking from for his sarcastic words. Instead, he wrapped the bandages around his arm a litter tighter than needed. He winced slightly and Licht’s small smirk dared him to make another comment. “Okay, you proved that you’re a strong angel. Can you please take care of my wound properly now?”

“I did say that I don’t have much experience with things like this. With your arm hurt and bandaged, you should rest. Our piano lesson is cancelled for now.” He adjusted the bandages to be more comfortable for him. Licht glanced out the window and saw that it was almost dawn. “Go to sleep while you still can. The sun will be up in a few hours.

“You’re a bossy angel.” He groaned and laid back down in the bed. Licht pulled the blanket over his shoulders. Hyde caught his hand as he was about to pull away. From his red eyes, Licht knew that he wanted to say something more. “Licht, will you…”

Hyde wanted to ask Licht to stay by his side. He stopped himself because he was scared that he would never be able to break the curse. He couldn’t keep Licht in a cursed castle. With that thought, he dropped his hand from his. “Licht, will you teach me a new song tomorrow?”

“I don’t have the music sheets of other songs with me since you only asked me to teach you Für Elise.” Licht said as he stood. He lingered by his side and lightly patted his hand, “I can find some for you though.”

Licht walked to the piano in the center of the garden. His eyes immediately fell onto the rose standing next to the piano. Months had passed since he first saw it and most of its petals had fallen off. Only a few petals clung to life now. He wondered how much longer Hyde had before the curse became permanent. “Before the last petal falls, you must play Für Elise for the person you love. I wonder who that is.”

He tried to shake the question from his mind but he couldn’t. It shouldn’t matter to him but it did. Licht tightened his hands in his sweater and bit his lip. He brushed snow off the piano bench before he sat down. He thought the garden and thought that it was beautiful even in the winter. Absentmindedly, he played his fingers over the aged keys. A hand fell next to his and played a chord.

Licht looked over his shoulder and saw that it was Hyde. He tilted his head back and asked, “Shouldn’t you be sleeping, Shit Rat? What are you doing out here? I told you that our piano lesson is cancelled for today.”

“I came down to see you. Laying in bed is boring and I would rather talk with you. My legs aren’t hurt so let’s take a walk.” He suggested with a large smile. His smile became a little sheepish as nodded towards the music room. “I want to apologize to you about last night. You were right. I thought of a way I could make it up to you though.”

“What is it?” He had to admit that he was curious when he saw the mischievous gleam in his red eyes. There were a lot of places in the castle he had yet to explore. Hyde held out his arm as if he was going to escort him like a gentleman. They were both a little surprise when Licht placed his hand in the crook of his arm with little compliant.

“Close your eyes.” Hyde lightly squeezed his hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Make sure I don’t trip over anything. I’ll kick you if you do that on purpose.” Despite his sharp words, he allowed Hyde to guide him through the garden. He knew the layout of the garden well since he spent a lot of time teaching Hyde there. Hyde must’ve been thinking the same thing. He spun them in a circle until Licht was dizzy. “I’m going to fall, Shit Rat. This better not be a trick.”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise. I don’t want you guessing where we’re going before I reveal it.” Hyde saw that Licht was still a little dizzy. He placed his hand on the small of his back to help him. With his eyes closed, his other senses were heightened. The soft scent of the flowers combined with Hyde’s warm hand made him feel more relaxed. Licht leaned into his arm a little.

He heard a door being opened and Licht wondered if he wanted to show him a new room. Hyde’s hands fell over his eyes before he could open them. His breath tickled his ear as he whispered, “Take three steps forward. Be careful, there’s a little step in front of you. Don’t open your eyes until say so.”

Licht nodded and Hyde slowly took his hands off his eyes. He made sure that his eyes were still closed before he went to open the curtains. Hyde looked back to Licht one last time as he stopped in front of the window. Even though the room was dimly lit, he had an attractive glow to his cheeks. He touched the bandages on his arm and thought of how much more fun the castle became after his arrival.

The sound of fabric ruffling was followed by sunlight flooding the warm. Licht could feel the sun on his face for a moment before it was replaced by Hyde’s gentle hands. He opened his eyes and his heart skipped. Hyde was standing close to him and Licht had to look away. He realized that they were once again in the music room and his eyes widened.

“I know you love the piano and I hope that means you enjoy music just as much. I had my servants clean the room and restore the instruments.” He clapped his hand and the instruments came to life. A jovial song quickly filled the large room. “I would love to play the violin for you myself but it’s difficult with these paws. Do you like my surprise?”

“The song is beautiful.” His voice was a little breathless. Licht had never been given a private concert before. Since he lived in a small village, he rarely met another person who played an instrument. He was surprised by how different the music room was compared to last night. He walked to a violin and lightly placed his hand on the bow. “Maybe you can play this for me after you break the curse.”

“That will be the first thing I do.” Hyde promised. “Until then, can I have a dance? It’ll be a waste of a good song if we just stand here.”

“We wouldn’t want to do that. This is for the sake of the song,” He said and faced him. Hyde bowed to him in an exaggerated fashion that made Licht chuckle. As he stood, Licht laid one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand. He noticed how careful his grip was. Licht took Hyde’s other hand and placed it on his hip. “You know how to dance, right?”

“It has been a long time since I last danced.” Hyde admitted and guided him through a leisurely dance around the music room. The instruments circled them and they were surrounded by the slow song. Licht found himself leaning his head on his broad shoulder. He closed his eyes and let himself be swept away by the moment. He hummed along with the song.

They both lost track of time as they danced together. The music room held bittersweet memories for Hyde but not one of them passed his mind while he was with Licht. He liked holding him in his arms and Hyde thought he fit against him so well. He reached up to lightly stroke his dark hair but he was afraid his claws would hurt him.

Licht tilted his head back and looked up at him, “The curse says you need to play for the person you love. Is that Mahiru? He’s one of the only servants that stayed behind with you after the curse.”

“Mahiru and I are just friends. Even if he hated me, Mahiru’s nature wouldn’t let him abandon someone in need of help.” He told him. Licht didn’t understand the strange mix of relief and jealousy he felt. “When I was human, there was a princess I loved. She died before I could tell her how I felt. Sometimes, I wonder if she would still be alive if I had told her how I felt.”

Their steps slowed until they stopped dancing. Licht cupped his cheek and lightly stroked him in comfort. His red eyes were full of regret and the sight squeezed Licht’s heart. “Her father thought the very same thing. Ophelia became engaged to another prince and her wedding carriage crashed. He blamed a lot of people for her death and I was one of them. He cursed me to be a beast.”

“What? Her death was a tragedy but you’re not to blame. He can’t punish you with this curse.” Licht was shocked that he was cursed for something outside of his control. “Is the man still alive? We can talk to him and force him to break the curse.”

“I don’t think he’ll do that even if I begged him on my knees. The only hope I have to become human is to play the piano at Ophelia’s grave. I couldn’t tell her I loved her when she was alive but, hopefully, my feelings will reach her in the afterworld.”