#soupcan rattling

[federalchickensoup]

I’ve been thinking bout big daddy Bane. (I know Hardy didn’t like the weight he had to put on for that role but my goodness I couldn’t act right.) You see how he just twist Batman like a pretzel? Yea.

[federalchickensoup]

I’m sorry (not really) I have to reblog. He’ll do anything for you.

we are all just so normal about him

[federalchickensoup]

@liquorlaughslove I take this shit PERSONALLY!!!

[federalchickensoup]

Your honor, since I’ve heard no objection from the plaintiff: @liquorlaughslove I will proceed.

She is a lover, hard romantic, full stop. But please, by no means don’t get this message woefully wrong. She is very much an enchantress who will get bored if she’s not properly entertained: do NOT cross her. However the true heart eyes glow for Oscar Isaac. He can (by her) do no wrong, cut from a different cloth. But alas at the moment, he has yet to cross her path.

Addendum: it is within firm belief that he’s in an open relationship. I mean come on, Oscar embodies sex. Not in a raw distasteful fashion but more of alluring. One moment you’ll be chatting up in a cafe w him, then in bed, then signing an NDA. Tell me I’m wrong 🤷🏿‍♀️ Let me be delusional in peace. I’m not hurting anyone (I’m not a diehard Stan stalking ppl. I got a life.)

[federalchickensoup]

One of y’all wrote about Jonathan & he’s having relations w his grad assistant. I. Am. Worried. Let’s just leave it at that.

[punemy-spotted]

Soupcan rattling:

🎵 Are you writing it with a specific playlist in the background?

Oh hell yes. Actually all my WIP projects have specific playlists. The only one I've made public so far is Down Here, In This Valley's playlist, for the whole series, but I'm a sucker for Spotify playlists and occasionally for listening to the same song on repeat until the chapter writes itself.

I have 12 WIPs, send me a number and an Emoji!

[a-deadly-serenade]

The Shield and the Sword: Chapter 17: Killers With the Cross [Alucard/Reader]

You’re a witch that is skilled in herbology, one that has been persecuted by the church for practically your entire life. In spite of this, moving throughout different towns has allowed you to pick up some chatter about a woman in a village called Lupu. She is supposed to be a wonder when it comes to medicine, and this immediately perks up your interest. So after plucking up some courage, you’ve made it to her door… hoping that she takes you as her apprentice.

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Arising from your turbulent slumber, you grimaced at the sensation of your clothes sticking to your skin from sweat. Your tongue swiped across your dry lips, a bitter taste filling your mouth and you sat up to reach for the pitcher of water you kept on your nightstand. Only then did you notice that you were the only one in bed and your eyebrows creased in confusion as you wondered where Adrian could have gone off to so early in the morning, for it still appeared dark outside.

Stretching out your sore limbs, you padded over to the windows and drew back the curtains, a loud thunderclap startling any previous fatigue that plagued your body. Large, grey clouds blanketed the sky, and bolts of lightning flashed in and out of view as a powerful storm slowly approached on the horizon.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you close the curtains with haste and head to the bathroom to splash some cool water on your face. A few droplets of water slowly cascaded down the tip of your nose as you took a moment to gaze at yourself in the mirror.

It had to all just be one big coincidence, right? A storm happening after seeing such a horrific vision? Surely…

Patting your face dry with a nearby washcloth, you decide to get ready for the day. Maybe you could ask Lisa to come with you to the greenhouse to tend to the plants? They would at least be excited about this storm.

The long hallways of the castle were all the more foreboding in the low light of the storm. Paintings rattled as thunder shook the walls and candles flickered from the occasional gust of wind bursting through an open window. You felt so on edge, almost breaking out into a sprint as you desperately tried to escape the fathomless stone halls and make it into the warm inviting kitchen. Sweat broke out on your forehead and you were all but panting when you turned the final corner and walked inside.

To your surprise, the kitchen was also empty, although it was obvious that someone had been here earlier.

There was a kettle beside the stove, its contents long since chilled and a single dish and knife, rested in the sink. A few crumbs were scattered on the table, a stick of butter and a jar of strawberry jam lying where presumably, someone had eaten breakfast.

You were more than a little disappointed, to say the least. Taking a seat on one of the empty chairs, you reached into the small wooden fruit bowl and grabbed an orange. After picking at the pith for several seconds, you finally managed to sink your nail into the tough skin and start peeling it back to reach the juicy contents hidden inside.

“Oh, good morning, little one.”

Keep reading on ao3.

[federalchickensoup]

So I’ve been chatting it up w @liquorlaughslove bout this lil fanfic I got brewing & I’m just absolutely head over heels w Jonathan Levy (an Oscar Isaac character). Keep in mind, I’m going to mold this bastard because I, personally do NOT have the mental/emotional bandwidth to do angst right now. (I already reserved that space for one fanfic I’m currently writing that’s almost finished. And just the despair that’s necessary for that? *Buzzer noise* Wrong answer forehead. Not in the mood.) It’s a let me be delirious in peace.

[federalchickensoup]

Who complaining? Show of hands.

Oscar Isaac in almost every random frame:

[federalchickensoup]

Hmm 🤔. You’re a new friend @shadeysprings , but you gave me a nickname so you’re stuck w me 🤷🏿‍♀️. Here we go:

You said it yourself, big & bold in your bio. You’re a hoe for Joel, Lee, & Jara. You want to be a basement wife sooo bad, like it hurts don’t it? If you have a partner I can see A LOT of (consensual) dub/non con happening. Like we talking mouth gagging so you’d finally shut up. They’d be bigger than you for sure, you like feeling small. You like being manhandled (gender neutrally) to the point where pouting and big fat tears doesn’t work on your fantasy trio. You got yourself into that situation by just ✨existing✨. I don’t really ping you into degrading, BUT I can see it in exhibition. Lastly, you’d be reliving those little “life experiences” in that head of yours won’t you? At work, shopping, etc., it’s all game. Because YOU just can’t get enough. Call it for what it is.

Joel, Lee, & Jara would agree too: You’re a whore whose only purpose in life is to be used for their delight 🤷🏿‍♀️. That’s it that’s all. Now, thank them for their service.

[federalchickensoup]

I think I need to make a list/schedule of all the gworls (I mean that gender neutrally) for fics I’m gonna read (and comment) Because I will forget in my preexisting lifestyle unfortunately.

[federalchickensoup]

Not me getting ready to buy & read 6 book of Thrawn. @bits-and-babs I am influenced

[federalchickensoup]

What if…hear me out. I put this on a shirt?

[federalchickensoup]

I take the clown bus everyday on Twitter. I am BESIDE myself 😮‍💨😂

[federalchickensoup]

Now which one of y’all wrote dark!Tommy Miller because I’m slowly losing my mind trying to find it. I know I’m not tripping.

[federalchickensoup]

Jonny mother fucking Kim. Strikes again, disrupting homes of narcissistic/helicopter parents.