#robert smith imagines

[samiwife]

I NEED SOME DATING HEADCANONS WITH ROBERT SMITH PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

OMG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK FOR HEADCANONS!!! THANKS 4 THE REQUEST

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Smith)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Robert would wake you up in the morning by wrapping his arms around you. You'd be surprised by how messy his hair is.

Lipstick smudges EVERYWHERE

Would take your lipstick without asking

You hear him sing in the shower constantly

You would always steal his oversized sweaters

He would try to teach you guitar but you always fail

You'd be the one with lipstick stains on your face, clothes, and bed.

During sex, you pull on his hair HARD

He's very quiet during sex

Occasionally he whimpers your name, and you LOVE it

He would take you to his favorite writing spots

You would always order tea for him even tho he feels bad about it

Robert believes "a man should always pay"

Would be upset if you didn't eat a proper meal

Would always bring an extra piece of food just in case you got hungry

Would doubt himself in holding your hand

He loves praise and cuddling

Would watch old black and white movies with you

Would fall asleep at your place every time on dates.

Always chews bubblegum and would blow bubbles

Would stick his tongue out at you

Would randomly take 0.5-angle pictures

Would take random photos of you

He likes it when you play with his hair

He loves it when you sing or do anything music-related

Would get silently jealous when you talk to guy friends

When he's mad he gives you the silent treatment

Loves flowers and would try to plant them in the backyard

Would randomly talk to strangers on the street

He would take you to see musicals and plays he likes

He would randomly eat plain bread

He wears oversized shirts, jackets, and everything.

When the weather is cold he would wear scarfs and make you cookies

Sometimes late at night, he would read books with pictures

When he can't sleep, he lies next to you in bed playing with your hair

Would make silly faces at you

Would widen his eyes when looking at you far away

Write poems on small sticky notes and stick them around the place

When he's sick, he stays in bed surrounding himself in blankets and pillows. So he looks like an old lady.

He has VERY cold hands

He also has very veiny and pale hands

Doesn't go outside much besides writing and gardening

Hates going shopping at malls and grocery stores

Hates hot weather (thinks it ruins his makeup)

Would creep up behind you and give you hugs

Loves to rest his head on your shoulder

Asks for you to paint his nails

Would always rant about his hatred for Morrissey

Would sleep like a vampire (haha jk)

He's very weird but in a good way

Never smiles but when he does it's for you

Loves animals, especially cats

Doesn't know how to use chopsticks

For Halloween, instead of matching. He would dress in drag like wigs and makeup

He would say "oh la la" when you take your clothes off (HAHA I'M SORRY)

He would also say "oh no no" when he messes something up

Would unironically say "yippie" or "yay" when he accomplishes something

And lastly, he would be a sweetheart while dating you. He would buy flowers, candy, etc for you. Hold your hand, hug you, etc. He'll just be an all in all sweetheart.

WOAH okay, this is my first time making headcanons so idk how to end it? So, I hope you enjoyed this attempted headcanon? Anyway, THANKS 4 READING!!!

[kaiminluu]

happy halloween from starman and lovecat AND ME!!!

[aoioozora]

Being Friends With Mary-Beth: Headcanons

These are my personal hcs!! Divider by @saradika-graphics

First things first, we know she likes to read, so you'd hear her ramble about a book she snagged. Sometimes she'll give you full length lectures about the symbols in the books and the relationships of the characters, but normally, she just gushes about how good the book is and what she likes about it.

Since she enjoys reading, she definitely would've tried her hand at writing. If you're minding your business, she'd come up to you with her notebook and ask you to read whatever she wrote, expecting your thoughts on them.

We know she has a teeny tiny crush on Kieran, so you can expect the hero of her little stories to be him. Of course, for the sake of secrecy, his name is different, but he has the same initials. She likes to share these special stories with you and secretly enjoys you teasing her about her crush.

She is a kind woman, and you always find her to be reliable when you need to vent your feelings to her. She is sweet, understanding, and soft-spoken, always aiming to comfort you and hug you before voicing out her thoughts on the matter.

You like to take her out on rides. Since you have a horse of your own and she doesn't, you always invite her to hop on and ride with you. Both of you visit lakes and small rivers, often stopping to sit down for a little picnic and spend time together talking.

She's good at being sneaky by herself, but if she's with you, she'll beg you to act as a distraction to whoever she's going to steal from.

She enjoys stealing glances at Kieran and gushing about him to you. Sometimes you try to suggest excuses for her to talk to him or make conversation, and she's always ready to execute them.

She often tells you of her dreams, of wanting to get married one day (to Kieran) and having a little farm (with him) and some chickens and cows. You supply additions to her dreams, and she tells you what she likes and doesn't.

She thinks you style hair very well, and she always begs you to do her hair for her. If anyone in the camp compliments her hair, she'll happily tell them that you styled it.

She likes to complain to you about how annoying Miss Grimshaw can be, and Micah too. And she doesn't like how Dutch tries to flirt with her, very often telling you that "he ought to give more attention to Molly instead."

Both of you like to give each other little trinkets as gifts. If you find something nice on a mission like a brooch or a ring, you like to give them to her, thinking she'd look nice in them. She also gives you similar things back, if she manages to steal or find any.

If you didn't know how to read but expressed an interest in reading, she'd persuade you to learn. And if you asked her to read one of her books out to you, she'd happily do so.

You'd most definitely be her preferred dancing partner. She thinks you dance well, even better than her. You usually don't know how to feel about it, but you thank her anyway.

[strryhaze]

from l-r: nancy tuckerman, bobby kennedy, jackie kennedy, patricia lawford, joan kennedy, jean smith kennedy, lem billings, lee radziwell, stanislaw radziwell, & teddy kennedy

the friend group is friendgrouping

[luminouslywriting]

Hey- hope the recovery process is going well for you. I wanted to request a pregnancy headcanon for the Pacific boys. Love all your work btw!

A/N: Hello darling! I'm so sorry it's been forever since you sent this in! Seeing as how I'm recovering from the flu, now seemed like a good time to post this haha! Here you are! Gif does not belong to me, it belongs to lucky-bastards

Please note that my requests remain open and I don't mind spam! Set in paragraph form for simplicity!

Robert Leckie: This man is a whole wreck, lemma tell ya. It's not that he's not excited, because he totally is! It's just that he loved the idea of you being pregnant as opposed to there being an actual living tiny thing growing inside of you. 20/20 hindsight haha. All in all, this man steps up and does a wonderful job. He's out here getting excited about the paint for the nursery, betting on the baby being a boy, talking to everyone about the baby—and overall a very excited father.

Snafu Sheldon: PANIC?! Silence?? It takes him some time to process, it's nothing against you babe. It's just that it was definitely an accident and was not planned and he doesn't even feel like a good enough person to deserve a kid. It takes him some time, but he wraps his head around it. He's very soft-spoken about having a child and being a father, but shows his love through the little things (little trinkets for the baby, goes out and gets your weird cravings).

Eugene Sledge: Also panics, bless your heart. But changes his tune very very quickly—he only panics because he doesn't know what to do about a baby. But then he starts talking to his parents and he realizes how excited he is for the baby. Definitely has reassurances for you that things are gonna be so great. Is happy whether the baby is a boy or a girl—just wants them to live a happy and a soft life tbh.

John Basilone: LITERALLY SO THRILLED. This man is out here whooping and hollering and kissing the living daylights out of you. It's like a dream come true and he is so so proud of you and the baby. Wants it to be a little girl because he wants the baby to be just like you—but also would love for it to be a boy. He's out here figuring out how to build a crib day freaking 3—this man wastes no time in getting the stuff that you need.

Runner Conley: You probably have to repeat it twice for the actual words to take effect. And then he's out here nervously buying baby food months in preparation that will have expired by the time the baby actually gets here. Does, in fact, blurt the news to everyone that he knows because he's so excited. Probably randomly reads a parenting book? For funsies? But then panics more over what the parenting book says.

Hoosier Smith: Super sweet and gentle about the entire thing. Takes the time to reassure you that you are in this together and he's gonna take care of you and the little peanut (yes, that's what he calls the baby). He's so mentally prepared for the entire thing, it's almost unnerving. But he's smooth as hell and calm getting things ready for the baby, ensuring that you're doing okay, and that you have whatever you need whenever you need it. 10/10 recommend this man.

Lew Chuckler: A baby? He takes a whole 10 seconds to process those words and has to legitimately think about how it happened haha. But once he's over the initial shock, I think he gets really excited. He's out here asking all sorts of pregnancy related questions and just wants to know that both you and the baby are going to be okay. He'd be more prepared than you are for the actual labor btw, he's got a go-bag and everything.

Sid Phillips: Doesn't panic, but he definitely processes what that means. Is very sweet and probably kisses you and your stomach—and promises that things are going to be the best for you two. He's so excited to be a dad that he won't even care on the gender of the baby as long as the baby is healthy. He's out here digging out his baby toys and sentimental things that he can give to the baby just for kicks and giggles.

[tilbageidanmark]

Rodney Smith - Twins in Canoe, Snedens Landing, New York, 2006

[bat-the-misfit]

the biggest crime the sims 4 goth kit commited (besides not including Siouxsie Sioux's eyeliners) is not including GOTH PIKES:

HOW DARE THEY NOT INCLUDE THE GOTHEST OF ALL SHOES I HATE EA

[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes - Episode 171

Gabriel is in trouble, Jim is out cold after he's hit him with a bottle, Marie is out cold drunk - he does his best to fake the scene to look like he broke in whilst Marie and Jim were mid-argument.

Gina takes Eva to the hospital to gather evidence from Marie and dispatches Smithy to the scene for Gabriel to update him and to see how Jim is. Jim and Marie are taken to the hospital as Smithy and Gabriel hear movement from upstairs. Concerned it's an intruder, Smithy shakes his asp out and makes his way upstairs to find Marie's son, Ben. Gabriel is nervous, wondering if Ben saw or heard anything. Smithy brings Ben into the station with them whilst they wait for family to take him in.

At the hospital, Eva tries to take Marie's clothes as evidence and Marie protests, asking if they're doing the same to 'that copper', accusing them of closing ranks. She makes a full accusation against Gabriel for hitting Jim with the bottle. At the station, Smithy and Gina interview Gabriel for his side of the situation. Smithy is open to believing what Gabriel says, given Marie's an alcoholic and was out cold when he arrived. Gina, knowing Gabriel's true nature, is suspicious.

Ben is closed off with June, insisting that his mother and stepfather were just 'fighting about stuff' with the air of a child who has heard and seen it all many times. He admits he didn't see either of them hit the other 'this time'. Defensive of his mum, he insists that it's Jim who hits Marie, not the other way around. In an off record chat with June, Smithy and Gina, Eva admits that she's seen what she believes to be Jim being rough with Marie - when really he was restraining her from attacking him at the time. She also admits that he, a recovering alcoholic, had a drink when he was her FLO when her daughter was missing.

Smithy attends hospital when Jim comes round to take his statement. Jim doesn't want it taking to court. Smithy tells him it's not that simple as Marie is accusing Gabriel of assaulting Jim. Smithy openly floats the suggestion that it might be her covering for Jim by blaming Gabriel. Jim throws Smithy out of his hospital room.

At the station, Gabriel is panicking about having his uniform tested for blood and quickly swaps it for Tony's, hiding the actual uniform in his locker. June visits the hospital and speaks to Jim, explaining to him what was revealed in the off record chat and their shared knowledge of Marie being violent to Jim (and attacking June). Jim refuses to bring any accusations against Marie and insists he believes her claim that Gabriel did assault him. He insults June, claiming she just wants someone to mother to make her drop her attempts to make him tell the truth and leave him alone.

Eva asks Marie about her drinking and tries to get information from her about Jim attacking her. She then goes to Jim and accuses him of attacking Marie, claiming she won't cover for him anymore. Overwrought, Jim pulls the neck of his gown down to show her older injuries that he'd sustained from Marie, telling Eva it's Marie who hurts him and puts her cigarettes out on him. Ben speaks to Jim at the hospital and he tells him that everything will be ok and that he doesn't blame him for saying that he had hit his mum, he understands that Ben was scared of his family breaking up. Marie won't take any of the blame and tells Ben that it's all Jim's fault. Ben won't leave his mum to go with Jim as he moves out and Jim has to leave him behind - whilst Marie just continues drinking.

Smithy catches Gina looking at Gabriel's personal file as she's checking back to see if he had any history at Hendon. She speaks to Audrey, the CSE for evidence of Jim's injuries and what she suspects could have happened and then confronts Gabriel to see if his story matches the evidence. It doesn't. Gina returns to her office to find Smithy there with Audrey. She tells Gina that Marie's clothes were covered in Jim's blood and there's not a speck of it on Gabriel's uniform - funny that. Smithy insists to Gina that means Gabriel's in the clear but she tells him that the evidence doesn't match Gabriel's story and that he was the reason Ruby resigned. She doesn't want him on her relief. Smithy accuses her of making it personal and says she's clutching at straws when she reveals Gabriel requested Sun Hill as his posting instead of the West End for the action where most probationers want to go.

Gina questions June about Gabriel who insists he's a good man. Gabriel witnesses and asks June what Gina has been saying about him now. Gina speaks to West Essex Social Services department and asks them to send her Gabriel's record - by pretending she's investing Gabriel for fraud. Smithy warns her if she keeps digging then Gabriel has enough for a bullying charge against her. He's confused to why - if the case is NFA'd - she is still looking into it. Gina simply tells him that she's in charge - and she's suspicious. Gina lets Gabriel know she's spoken to a witness who heard a window break 5 minutes after Gabriel called for an ambulance. She asks Gabriel why he's there and what his connection is with Sun Hill. He changes the subject and says Jim has dropped the case because he doesn't know what happened. Gabriel just shrugs. "Forensics never lie." "But you do." Muses Gina, as Smithy calls her in to tell her that Jim does want to make a statement after all. "... oh blimey."

Smithy and Gina are horrified to see the physical evidence on Jim's body of Marie's beatings and attacks and even more so when he tells them what had happened, admitting it started 2 weeks after they married. When arrested, a drunk Marie shouts public accusations against Jim, insisting he's a bully but noone listens, she has no proof and Jim has a body full. Gina tells him he could have come forward sooner, and Jim points out that they all believed it was him yesterday. He doesn't blame anymore - he knows how difficult, from past experience as an officer, it is for male victims of domestic abuse to be believed.

In the canteen Gabriel tells Jim how brave he is for speaking out and that he doesn't blame him for believing Marie's accusation at first. Witnessing June push Jim away when he tries to apologise, Gabriel manipulates her telling her he cares what she thinks about him and he tears his transfer request up in front of her. Outside he asks her on a date and kisses her in front of the station.. In CAD, Smithy receives a fax for Gina's attention from West Essex Social Services. He reads it - horrified by its contents. He rushes to Gina's office to update her on what he's found out - Gabriel's birth mother is listed as one June Ackland.

[samiwife]

Studying Hours ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Robert Smith x Reader)

A/N: Hello! Hope everyone is okay! Thanks 4 all the support on recent stories <3 Hope you guys enjoy this one <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Studying in the library became the norm for you when you started college. Every day, you would go to the library to study for upcoming exams or just to read a book you never read before. But, there was an alternative reason for coming to the library every day. It was him. You didn't know his name but you could describe how he looks all day long. He had black hair that was in a mess. His hair is what made you notice him. His eyes were also so notable.

He had blue eyes that shined so brightly. His smile also caught you dead in your tracks. He had one sharp tooth that stood out. Not to mention, his makeup. His makeup is what made him so unique. He wore light red lipstick and eyeliner. You thought he looked so beautiful. You wanted to know him but you were always too scared or busy to.

One day, you finally had a plan to talk to him. Your plan was to sit next to him and chat with him. But you felt your hands shake even before entering the library. You walked down the street towards the library, you opened the doors, and scanned your entrance card to get in. When you walked in, you already saw him sitting at the usual table he sits at.

He always has a book with him or some sort of sketchbook. You didn't want to look weird so you did the usual thing of grabbing a book off the shelf and walking by him. You grabbed a random book and began walking back. But this time, you weren't walking to your seat. You were going to sit next to him. So you did, you walked past him and pulled out the chair next to him. He turns his head to see who's sitting next to him. He looks up and makes eye contact with you.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is there anyone sitting here?" You asked while still standing. You weren't really sorry, you planned this all out already. "Oh no, it's all yours, darling." He said while smiling and gesturing for you to sit down. You sat next to him and opened the book you were reading. It was a book about music. "I'm Y/N," you said to him putting out your hand for him to shake. He turns and smiles. "I'm Robert," He said while shaking your hand. You finally knew his name.

"I see you reading about music, you play any instruments?" Robert asks while eyeing your book. You gulped nervously because you just grabbed a random book that you knew nothing about. Plus, you had no musical talent. "Uh no, but I want to know one day. That's why I'm reading this book." You said while gigging to yourself. Robert smiles wider and looks at you deeply.

"Well, I play in a band and I won't mind teaching you some stuff about music. If you want." Robert said while laying his book down. You blush at the thought of Robert teaching you about music. You've been eyeing him for months and now he might be teaching you something that you barely knew anything about. Then out of nowhere, a burst of confidence rushes over you. You smile and scoot closer to Robert. "Are you asking me out on a date Robert?" You said teasingly while smiling at him. Robert's face turned bright red from your question. "Um, I-I mean if you see it like that then y-yes it is a date," Robert said shyly while hiding his face a bit. You chuckled at the sight of him being shy, you held his hand, leaned closer, and whispered in his ears.

"Darling, you're so cute. Why don't you call me and we can schedule a date sometime." You said lowly in Robert's ear causing his face to turn redder than before. You slide over a small note with your phone number inside. You got up and packed up your things and winked at Robert and walked off. You turned your head one last time to look at Robert one last time, he was smiling widely and holding the note close to his chest. You walked out of the library feeling proud of yourself and hopeful that Robert will call you.

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

// Don’t mind me just thinking about Lucifer lore wise being the Angel of music and him singing the smiths ‘s songs .

I just need him to sing “i know it’s over and Please please please let me get what I want”

[starlesswdz]

i finished reading camp damascus yesterday so here's some unserious fancasts i came up with

KATHRYN NEWTON or SABRINA CARPENTER as ROSE DARLING

they're both blondes so it's book accurate, also i love kathryn and i would cast her in anything (especially as lesbian horror mc) and sabrina is a goofy choice alongside my willow casting

JENNA ORTEGA as WILLOW CROGALL

she will rock that bob with bangs, kiss girls and set things on fire!!!

JUSTICE SMITH as SAUL GREEN

justice smith in queer horror just makes sense also i think he'll be perfect as a gay punk who loves jesus and will take care of you (i love him)

DAN STEVENS or ROBERT PATTINSON as PASTOR PETE BEND

i'm type casting dan stevens based on his roles in abigail and cuckoo, and to be honest with you if pastor pete looked like robert i would also be seated at camp damascus (for gay reasons? not at all)

DAVID CROSS as DR. SMITH

my bf came up with this one and i still can't stop laughing at it bc it's hilarious, the chipmunks kidnapper as awful homophobic therapist

JOE CHREST as LUKE DARLING

from The Clueless Father (in lisa frankenstein) to The Evil Homophobic Jesus Stan Father

CATE BLANCHETT as LISA DARLING

milf um anyways she's blonde and pretty so it's book accurate also she's the first person i thought of

RACHEL ZEGLER as MARTINA

imagine having so strong lesbian thoughts about her that some anti-gay demon appears out of nowhere, i don't think i need to add anything

BILL SKARSKARD as ANTI-GAY DEMONS

yes. all of them.

thank you that's all, feel free to agree/disagree i had fun with it and wanted to share ;D

[the-oblivious-writer]

The Perfect Girl |prologue|

Past J.T to Eventual S.S x Female Reader

Prologue of With Her I Die (optional one-shot)

Summary: You and Jackie - your ever so lovely girlfriend - share precious stolen moments away from prying eyes in your very bedroom.

Warning(s): Intimate scenes/implied smut, innuendos, pre-crash, and underage substance use (marijuana)

Notes: How are we doing after ep 4? Yeah. Figured.

masterlist | first chapter

The smoke hangs lazy in the afternoon air of your bedroom, curling around the shafts of golden light filtering through half-drawn blinds. Robert Smith's voice floats from your record player—the one your dad gave you for your sixteenth birthday with strict instructions to "treat the vinyl with respect, for God's sake." You'd promised, never imagining that one day you'd be using his precious sound system to provide the soundtrack for making out with Jackie Taylor.

Jackie—varsity soccer captain, homecoming queen nominee, and the girl whose public image couldn't be further from this moment: her perfect hair mussed beyond repair, wearing nothing but your oversized Sonic Youth t-shirt and a pair of lacy underwear that had made your brain short-circuit when you first saw them.

"You're staring again," she murmurs, taking another hit from the joint you'd been passing back and forth. Her eyes are slightly red-rimmed, her smile looser than the one she wears in the school hallways.

"Can you blame me?" You prop yourself up on your elbows, drinking in the sight of her. "Do you have any idea how many people would lose their minds if they could see Jackie Taylor right now?"

She rolls her eyes, but you catch the pleased flush creeping up her neck. "Please. I'm hardly centerfold material."

"You're right," you agree solemnly. "You're much better."

The way she looks at you then—half-exasperated, half-adoring—makes your chest ache with how much you love her. A year and a half of sneaking around, of stolen moments between classes and elaborate excuses to your respective friend groups, and sometimes you still can't believe she's yours.

"Come here," you say, making grabby hands at her.

Jackie raises an eyebrow, taking her time with another drag before passing the joint back to you. "Demanding much?" But she moves toward you anyway, settling onto your lap with the practiced ease of someone who's been there countless times before.

"Pictures of You" starts playing, and Jackie groans, dropping her forehead against yours. "God, not this song. It's so sad."

"It's romantic," you argue, running your hands up her bare thighs, delighting in the goosebumps that rise in their wake.

"It's about loss," she counters. Her fingers toy with the collar of your shirt, brushing against your collarbone in a way that makes it hard to concentrate on the philosophical debate about Cure lyrics.

"It's about love," you insist, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "How everything fades but photographs and memories."

Jackie pulls back just enough to study your face, her expression caught between amusement and something deeper. "Since when did you become the romantic one? I thought that was my role."

"Don't worry," you laugh, hands now resting on her hips, thumbs tracing slow circles against the fabric of her borrowed shirt. "Your title as 'most likely to cry during romantic comedies' remains unchallenged."

"That was one time!" she protests, but she's laughing too. "And 'The Princess Bride' is emotional terrorism."

"Whatever you say, captain."

Her eyes narrow playfully. "You know, for someone who's currently enjoying the privileges of having me on their lap, you're being awfully snarky."

"Privileges, huh?" You raise an eyebrow, feeling bold from the weed and the warmth of her against you. "And what privileges might those be?"

Jackie's smile turns wicked, a side of her no one at Wiskayok High ever sees except you. She leans down until her lips brush your ear. "Play your cards right, and you might find out."

A shiver runs through you that has nothing to do with the temperature. "I've always been good at cards."

"Hmm," she hums, unconvinced. "Is that why you lost twenty bucks to Shauna at poker night?"

"That was—" you splutter, indignant. "Shauna cheats! She has that whole quiet, innocent act down to a science."

Jackie laughs, the sound lighter than the carefully modulated one she uses at school. This laugh is just for you—unfiltered, slightly too loud, and utterly perfect.

"My point," she says, "is that you might need to work on your bluffing skills."

"I don't need to bluff with you," you say, suddenly serious despite the pleasant haze of the high. "Never have."

Something in her expression softens, the armor she wears so carefully around everyone else slipping away entirely. These are the moments you treasure most—when Jackie is just Jackie, not the perfect student, not the soccer star, not Jeff's sometimes-girlfriend (a convenient cover you both agreed on, with his reluctant cooperation).

"No," she agrees quietly. "You don't."

You reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and she leans into your touch like a cat seeking affection. It still amazes you sometimes, how different she is in these private moments—how the Jackie Taylor who intimidated you during your first soccer practice freshman year transformed into the girl who now melts at your simplest touches.

"Remember when Coach Martinez paired us for drills that first day?" you ask, thinking back to how it all began. "And you told me my footwork was 'almost adequate'?"

Jackie groans, hiding her face in your neck. "Can we please not relive my bitch phase?"

"It was kind of hot, actually," you admit, laughing when she pinches your side in retaliation. "What? It was! All commanding and authoritative."

"You're deranged," she says, but she's smiling against your skin.

"Maybe. But you're the one who cornered me in the equipment shed two weeks later."

"Because you kept looking at me with those eyes!" She sits up, gesturing dramatically. "All... intense and stuff. It was distracting."

"My sincerest apologies for having eyes and using them to look at the prettiest girl on the field."

Jackie rolls her eyes, but you can tell she's pleased. She's always been a sucker for compliments, especially the earnest ones.

"Smooth talker," she accuses, before leaning down to press her lips against yours.

The kiss starts slow, languid with the unhurried confidence of people who know each other's bodies by heart. Your hands find their way under her shirt—your shirt—fingers tracing the dip of her spine, the curve of her ribs. She sighs into your mouth, shifting on your lap in a way that makes you both gasp.

"You know," you murmur against her lips, "we have the house to ourselves for at least three more hours."

Jackie pulls back just enough to look at you, her pupils dilated from more than just the weed. "Is that your subtle way of saying we should move this to a more horizontal position?"

"I was actually thinking we could finish our calculus homework," you deadpan. "You know how I get turned on by derivatives."

She snorts, an undignified sound that she'd be mortified to let slip in front of anyone else. "You're such a nerd."

"Says the girl with a 4.0 GPA."

"That's different," she insists, tracing a finger down your sternum. "I'm academically gifted. You're a genuine weirdo who reads physics books for fun."

"Only sometimes," you defend yourself. "And they have pretty pictures of space."

Jackie shakes her head, a fond smile playing at her lips. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of a few things," you suggest, waggling your eyebrows in an exaggerated way that makes her laugh again.

"Can you now?" she challenges, and then she's leaning in to kiss you again, deeper this time, with an urgency that makes your head spin.

Your hands drift higher under her shirt, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She makes a soft noise against your mouth that sends heat pooling low in your belly. One of her hands tangles in your hair, the other bracing against your shoulder for leverage as she rocks against you.

When you break apart for air, her lips immediately find your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse point. It's your turn to gasp, head falling back to give her better access.

"Jackie," you breathe, hands now gripping her hips tightly.

She smiles against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Yes?"

"The record's about to end."

She pulls back, blinking at you in confusion before her brow furrows in annoyance. "Seriously? That's what you're thinking about right now?"

You can't help but laugh at her indignation. "I just thought you might want some more mood music."

"The mood," she says, deliberately shifting on your lap in a way that makes your breath catch, "is doing just fine without Robert Smith's help."

"Fair point," you concede, voice slightly strained. "But you were the one who insisted we needed The Cure specifically for our afternoon delinquency session."

"That was before you started doing that thing with your hands," she counters, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. "Now I couldn't care less about the soundtrack."

The needle reaches the end of the record, the soft scratching sound barely registering through the haze of desire clouding your brain.

"Besides," Jackie adds, her voice dropping to a whisper as she brings her lips to your ear. "I'd rather listen to the sounds you make when I do this."

Her hands slip beneath your shirt, and suddenly the lack of music is the furthest thing from your mind.

Later, much later, when you're both lying tangled in your sheets, catching your breath, Jackie props herself up on one elbow to look down at you.

"You know," she says, tracing patterns on your bare shoulder, "we won't have to hide next year."

The thought sends a rush of warmth through you that has nothing to do with physical pleasure. College, away from Wiskayok's judgmental eyes and rigid social hierarchies. A place where Jackie won't have to pretend to be someone she's not, where you can walk across campus holding her hand without calculating who might see.

"I can't wait," you say honestly.

Something vulnerable flickers across her face. "You won't get tired of me once I'm not your dirty little secret anymore?"

The question surprises you. Jackie's always so confident, so sure of herself and what she wants. But sometimes, in these quiet moments, you get glimpses of the insecurities she hides from everyone else.

"Are you kidding?" You reach up to cup her cheek. "I've been counting down the days until I can show you off properly."

Her smile is small but genuine, relief softening the tension you hadn't even noticed in her shoulders.

"Besides," you add, unable to resist, "I've invested too much time teaching you good music taste to abandon you now."

She gasps in mock outrage, grabbing a pillow to smack you with it. "Excuse you! I knew who The Cure was before I met you!"

"Name three albums," you challenge, laughing as you try to fend off her pillow attack.

"Disintegration," she says immediately, punctuating it with another swing of the pillow. "Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me. And... uh..."

"That's what I thought," you tease, finally capturing the pillow and tossing it aside so you can pull her down for another kiss.

Against your lips, she murmurs, "You're lucky you're cute."

"I'm lucky, period," you respond honestly, and the softness that returns to her eyes makes your heart flip over in your chest.

The Cure may have stopped playing hours ago, but as Jackie settles against you, her head tucked under your chin, you think Robert Smith would approve of this particular love song—the one written in the rhythm of your synchronized heartbeats and the promise of a future where hiding is no longer necessary.

[fatehbaz]

Travel back [...] a few hundred years to before the industrial revolution, and the wildlife of Britain and Ireland looks very different indeed. 

Take orcas: while there are now less than ten left in Britain’s only permanent (and non-breeding) resident population, around 250 years ago the English [...] naturalist John Wallis gave this extraordinary account of a mass stranding of orcas on the north Northumberland coast [...]. If this record is reliable, then more orcas were stranded on this beach south of the Farne Islands on one day in 1734 than are probably ever present in British and Irish waters today. [...]

Other careful naturalists from this period observed orcas around the coasts of Cornwall, Norfolk and Suffolk. I have spent the last five years tracking down more than 10,000 records of wildlife recorded between 1529 and 1772 by naturalists, travellers, historians and antiquarians throughout Britain and Ireland, in order to reevaluate the prevalence and habits of more than 150 species [...].

In the early modern period, wolves, beavers and probably some lynxes still survived in regions of Scotland and Ireland. By this point, wolves in particular seem to have become re-imagined as monsters [...].

Elsewhere in Scotland, the now globally extinct great auk could still be found on islands in the Outer Hebrides. Looking a bit like a penguin but most closely related to the razorbill, the great auk’s vulnerability is highlighted by writer Martin Martin while mapping St Kilda in 1697 [...].

[A]nd pine martens and “Scottish” wildcats were also found in England and Wales. Fishers caught burbot and sturgeon in both rivers and at sea, [...] as well as now-scarce fishes such as the angelshark, halibut and common skate. Threatened molluscs like the freshwater pearl mussel and oyster were also far more widespread. [...]

Predators such as wolves that interfered with human happiness were ruthlessly hunted. Authors such as Robert Sibbald, in his natural history of Scotland (1684), are aware and indeed pleased that several species of wolf have gone extinct:

There must be a divine kindness directed towards our homeland, because most of our animals have a use for human life. We also lack those wild and savage ones of other regions. Wolves were common once upon a time, and even bears are spoken of among the Scottish, but time extinguished the genera and they are extirpated from the island.

The wolf was of no use for food and medicine and did no service for humans, so its extinction could be celebrated as an achievement towards the creation of a more civilised world. Around 30 natural history sources written between the 16th and 18th centuries remark on the absence of the wolf from England, Wales and much of Scotland. [...]

In Pococke’s 1760 Tour of Scotland, he describes being told about a wild species of cat – which seems, incredibly, to be a lynx – still living in the old county of Kirkcudbrightshire in the south-west of Scotland. Much of Pococke’s description of this cat is tied up with its persecution, apparently including an extra cost that the fox-hunter charges for killing lynxes:

They have also a wild cat three times as big as the common cat. [...] It is said they will attack a man who would attempt to take their young one [...]. The country pays about £20 a year to a person who is obliged to come and destroy the foxes when they send to him. [...]

The capercaillie is another example of a species whose decline was correctly recognised by early modern writers. Today, this large turkey-like bird [...] is found only rarely in the north of Scotland, but 250–500 years ago it was recorded in the west of Ireland as well as a swathe of Scotland north of the central belt. [...] Charles Smith, the prolific Dublin-based author who had theorised about the decline of herring on the coast of County Down, also recorded the capercaillie in County Cork in the south of Ireland, but noted: This bird is not found in England and now rarely in Ireland, since our woods have been destroyed. [...] Despite being protected by law in Scotland from 1621 and in Ireland 90 years later, the capercaillie went extinct in both countries in the 18th century [...].

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Images, captions, and all text above by: Lee Raye. “Wildlife wonders of Britain and Ireland before the industrial revolution – my research reveals all the biodiversity we’ve lost.” The Conversation. 17 July 2023. [Map by Lee Raye. Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Common Fantasy Subgenres

The broad tent of fantasy literature has spawned many fantasy subgenres that range from mythical and gritty to modern and otherworldly. Understanding the different fantasy subgenres can help aspiring writers find their niche so that they can create a fantasy series that readers can enjoy for years to come.

Fantasy novels take on many forms, and the number of distinct fantasy subgenres seems to grow with each passing year. Here are 18 particularly important subgenres within the world of fantasy:

Dystopian fantasy: Sometimes grouped in with science fiction, speculative fiction, and literary fiction, dystopian fantasies imagine worlds gone wrong. The settings are at once familiar to contemporary audiences and also alarmingly worse than the present world. Jack Vance’s Dying Earth series is a pulpy example of this subgenre of fantasy fiction.

High fantasy: Sometimes called “epic fantasy,” high fantasy is set in a magical environment that has its own rules and physical laws. This subgenre’s plots and themes have a grand scale and typically center on a single, well-developed hero or a band of heroes, such as Frodo Baggins and his cohorts in J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings or Bilbo Baggins and the dwarves in The Hobbit. George R.R. Martin combines high fantasy with elements of medieval fantasy and romance in his Song of Ice and Fire series (and the Game of Thrones television series based upon those books).

Low fantasy: Set in the real world, low fantasy includes unexpected magical elements that surprise ordinary characters, like the plastic figurines come to life in Lynne Reid Banks’s The Indian in the Cupboard.

Magical realism: While similar to low fantasy, magical realism characters accept fantastical elements like levitation and telekinesis as a normal part of their otherwise realistic world, as in Gabriel García Márquez’s magical realism classic One Hundred Years of Solitude.

Sword and sorcery: A subset of high fantasy, this subgenre focuses on sword-wielding heroes—such as the titular barbarian in Robert E. Howard’s Conan pulp fiction stories.

Urban fantasy: Urban fantasy is a genre of literature encompassing novels, novellas, and short stories in which fantastical characters and concepts are placed in a real world urban setting, often in the present day. Urban fantasy novels have devoted followings and they have spawned film and TV adaptations. Urban fantasy stories often draw from noir and gritty police procedurals. They also may incorporate fantastical elements and supernatural creatures. These could involve undead zombies, vampires, druids, demons, wizardry, witchcraft, and other such fantasy tropes. For example, The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher.

Paranormal romance: This fantasy subgenre combines romantic themes with fantasy elements like vampires, werewolves, shifters, faeries, and zombie armies. Many contemporary fantasy series blur the line between urban fantasy stories, coming-of-age tales, and paranormal romances. Patricia Briggs and Jeaniene Frost are popular authors in this subgenre.

Dark fantasy: Combining elements of fantasy with the horror genre, dark fantasy’s aim is to unnerve and frighten readers. For example, consider the gargantuan, otherworldly monsters in H. P. Lovecraft’s universe. Gothic and Victorian dark fantasy tends to embrace a paranormal setting and supernatural elements, which can range from vampires to werewolves and beyond. Note that by no means is every paranormal fantasy a dark fantasy.

Grimdark fantasy: One step beyond dark fantasy, grimdark novels pry into the blackest depths of the human condition, often in the proverbial underbelly of an alternate world. The Court of Broken Knives by Anna Smith Spark is a popular book within this subgenre.

Fables: Using personified animals and the supernatural, fables impart moral lessons, like the stories in Aesop’s Fables and Arabian Nights.

Fairy Tales: Intended for children, fairy tales and folk tales are typically set in distant magical worlds (with beginnings like “Once upon a time, in a land far, far away…”) where trolls, dragons, witches, and other supernatural characters are an accepted truth, as in the Brothers Grimm’s Grimms’ Fairy Tales.

Superhero fantasy: Unlike stories in which a hero acquires special abilities through scientific means, such as exposure to radiation, the protagonists’ powers in more fantastical superhero stories are supernatural. Many superhero stories are set in a low fantasy world—one that’s quite similar to our own world. Superheroes ranging from Wonder Woman to Thor bring fantasy elements to worlds that otherwise obey the known laws of science. Many superhero fantasy authors have worked in the comic book medium, from Stan Lee to Bob Kane. As such, superhero fiction in the fantasy genre is also known as comic fantasy or comic book fantasy.

Fantasy of manners: This subgenre, exemplified by fantasy books like Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake, combines supernatural world-building with the type of society-centric concerns one might encounter in a work by Edith Wharton or Noel Coward. Human drama and pettiness may outweigh magical powers in this subgenre of fantasy literature.

Crossworlds fantasy: Sometimes called portal fantasy, this subgenre involves characters transporting from a normal world to a magical one. This requires authors to engage in both magical world-building and grounded realistic world-building. Crossworlds fantasy stories often appeal to children, as seen in the Chronicles of Narnia series by C.S. Lewis and Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. These works also fit a category known as juvenile fantasy.

Steampunk fantasy: This highly specific subgenre combines the Victorian science and technology of the Industrial Revolution with contemporary takes on robots and machines. As such, steampunk fantasy is at once alternate history, science fantasy, and a modern fantasy—although the specifics vary with specific novels. Soulless by Gail Carriger is a particularly well-regarded steampunk fantasy novel.

Arthurian fantasy: These historical fantasy stories exist in a magical world of King Arthur, although Arthur himself is not always the main character. Due to their magical setting, Arthurian fantasy novels and short stories tend to feature mythic creatures like dragons, and many of their heroes are knights—which also makes them part of the heroic fantasy subgenre.

Sci-fi fantasy: These stories can be set in any variety of time periods—which means they can be a contemporary fantasy, a modern fantasy, a futuristic fantasy, or even historical fantasy—but they establish a new world where scientific advancements have changed the rules of engagement, while still incorporating magical elements. The Star Wars series and the various works of Isaac Asimov have helped set the bar for sci-fi fantasy.

Wuxia fantasy: This subgenre is rooted in classic Chinese literature. It involves elements of fantasy interspersed with martial arts. Jade City by Fonda Lee is an example of wuxia fantasy.

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[dalekofchaos]

Didn't have enough room for it, but the Paternoster Gang, so if you want that, just reply or reblog with that option

Context

U.NI.IT.

the Unified Intelligence Taskforce. The Power of the Doctor set up a new UNIT that recruited some of the Doctor's former companions so it feels like there's fertile ground for a show about who protects modern-day Earth when the Doctor's not available. An episodic structure would fit a UNIT show well, allowing it to shift from espionage thriller, to alien invasion, to weird science, like The X-Files.

An alternative UNIT show could follow in the footsteps of Star Trek: Lower Decks by focusing on a group of lowly officers who are left to pick up the pieces after one of the big exciting Doctor Who alien invasions. The Doctor always leaves a lot of destruction in their wake, so it would provide a lot of opportunities for an affectionate parody of Doctor Who. They could be led by a former UNIT operative like Sergeant Benton (John Levene) who would be an ideal character for an irreverent Doctor Who comedy. There's a lot of potential for UNIT in the new RTD era and hopefully, the Disney+ deal can help to realize it.

For obvious reasons, Jack and Mickey would be recast

Companions united.

Showing everyone who traveled with the Doctor saving the world in their own way. Each episode showing individual companions. From all the alive Classic Companions to all the New Who Companions.

Master Who? Basically The Master's show and showing what happens when The Doctor isn't there to stop The Master's universal conquest. And The Master taking on the worst people imaginable as companions. Could have Michelle Gomez, John Simm, Sascha Dhawan, Derek Jacobi, Geoffrey Beevers, Eric Roberts and Gordon Tipple return as their respective Masters/Missy

Time Lord Academy. The childhood of The Doctor, Master, and Rani during their years at the academy

Eighth Doctor adventures.

Finally giving Eight the run he deserves. Could bring in Charley or Lucie as his companions and lead into Eight in the Time War

Showing Romana and Leela on Gallifrey. During Romana's reign as Time Lady President. Leading to the Time War and how Romana was removed from power and Leela's last stand

[thelittleslowmoon]

Robert Kennedy and daughter Kerry, 5, engage in mock battle at their Long Island home October 30 in 1964, as Kennedy's nephew, Stephen Smith looks on.

As soon as the swearing-in was over and the last photograph taken, Bob led the six oldest children on a tour of the White House for a firsthand lesson in history... Leading the way downstairs, Bob eschewed the steps, sat on the banister rail and slid the whole way down. There was a burst of yelling and, with Kathleen in the lead and Michael right behind her, follow the leader ─ all the Kennedys slid down the banister rail. Ena shrieked. In those staid precincts, the marbled and paneled walls echoed with the raucous shouts and laughter of Bob Kennedy and his children. It was perhaps the noisiest the place had been since Franklin D. Roosevelt's grandchildren played hide-and-seek there. “Oh, Mr. Kennedy!” Ena cried. “Sliding down the banister at the White House! Imagine it! I can't believe it! Mr. Kennedy, you'll never grow up!” He grinned even more broadly. And she knew she had spoken the truth. Part of him would always remain a boy. As she said later: “When it came to playing with his children, he never did grow up.” Of a sudden, somebody said, “Somebody's coming!” All fell silent. The children lined up, shoulder to shoulder, pressed against the wall, listening wide-eyed to the echoing footfalls draw closer. Bob too. Around the corner came a man in a dark suit. His face lit up as soon as he saw that lineup, no longer pushing and yelling but silent, subdued, correct, angelic. “Oh my, what beautiful children!” he smiled, patting a head or two before moving on. “So neat! And so nice! What nice children!” Bob rolled his eyes. A moment earlier, he had had a pack of wild ruffians in tow. Suddenly, they were nice, beautiful children. “Who was that man?” somebody asked. “Hubert Humphrey,” Bob said.

When I Think of Bobby by Warren Rogers