#stefon voice this scene's got everything

[bredforloyalty]

okay honestly that scene is kind of the best of sunny, not to macdennis post i am not that kind of girl* but KIND OF because dennis with the turban towel thingie that i don't think his short hair needs at all.. mac chilling watching dudes work out while wolfing down thin mints (ayo me too + funny how he seems to think that's something a straight guy might do). dennis taking offense in that ridiculous way of his and immediately acting gay and blatantly playing on mac's insecurities. and homosexuality. he's not even clever he's so not the master manipulator he thinks he is he's just standing there looking like a gayass while begrudgingly telling his best buddy he should probably get in shape to please him. i don't care if dennis reciprocates he's just really funny for that. weaponizing that mac wants to look sexy for him or rather doesn't want to look unsexy. over thin mints. but most importantly the line delivery. and he missed him in there

*readers added context they thought people might want to know: this is a half lie

[toxicanonymity]

the green

WC: 2.4k... I guess to find a scene, I had to find a world, then I didn't want to trim the fat because I liked it 😔

PAIRING: Ezra x f!reader; ft. others.

A/N: For @iamasaddie's writing challenge 4.0. I got Ezra: Aquarius, (i decided dark) Rave AU. Some of you write Ezra dialogue so well and true to character. That is not my forte and I didn't force it, but he speaks differently than others.

WARNINGS (not exhaustive, read at your own discretion): I8+ stefon voice: "this club has everything." drugs, surrealism, dark atmosphere*, sex cult vibes, public nudity, jacking off, manhandling, cumshot (dubcon), slapping, choking, spitting. Infidelity. You have a daddy. *I'd say "mild" horror but there's a mummified body in passing. A few cameos. It gets weird. unrefined chaos.

FIC ART: Amazing visual by @aurorawritestoescape

Drawing by @romana-after-dark

The Green was the one place your daddy explicitly forbade you from going. He never said why, but you assumed because the club entrance was down in the catacombs.

There were countless urban legends of doped up partiers getting lost, only to be found years later. One was discovered in a remote ossuary curled up with a faded can of New Coke. A picture had circulated – The poor soul’s shrunken legs were bent, knees drawn to their chest, yellow leggings stiffened and soiled under a pink leotard which by then fit like a paper bag.

—

When your friend said that’s where you were headed one night, you tried to convince her into going anywhere else. The problem was, she was obsessed with a DJ at the Green.

“I don’t get it,” she protested. “I know it’s not because you’re scared.”

“I just can't,” you pleaded futilely, and then she caught on when you wouldn’t meet her eyes.

Her jaw clenched, and her nostrils flared. “Let me guess,” she spat. “Because you’re letting a married man control your life.”

“Come on,” you pleaded.

“Billy may be a slut, but he's not married,” she bragged of the DJ.

. . .

An hour later, you and your friend were both high, dancing near the front of the crowd. In the humidity, you took off your bra, leaving a snug, mesh crop top and leather miniskirt. By then about 10% of the crowd was nude or close to it.

A song faded out, and a dense fog began to billow into the crowd. The fog smelled thickly of vegetation and masked some of the body odor you had been inhaling all night. The crowd quietly murmured, and with a few scattered whistles of enthusiasm.

As the fog settled, Billy the DJ put on a soothing binaural beat and introduced his mate, Ezra. As the crowd whistles and cheered, Billy hopped down from the booth and made a bee-line for your friend.

“There she is,” he murmured into her neck and wrapped his arms around her. “Is your friend joining us?”

“No,” she answered without looking at you. “Her daddy wouldn't like that.”

“Oh,” Billy looked you up and down, impressed. “Tell me ‘bout that later, love?” Billy winked at you as she dragged him away, leaving you alone.

–

Ezra stepped onto the stage and commenced with. . . spoken word poetry.

You didn't have the presence of mind for it, but the crowd was captivated. They knew him. As he droned on, some of them dropped to their knees, including a tattooed young man next to you in nothing but a sweatband. On the floor, he bent forward in child’s pose, arms stretched toward Ezra as though in worship. Through the remaining fog, the man’s glow-in-the-dark butt plug caught your eye.

Ezra had a mesmerizing voice. “Yes,” he echoed over the beat, and you found yourself tuning in. “Yes, feel my tongue penetrate you. Feel my words inside you!” You felt him opening something in your chest.

You scanned the crowd. The effect he had on these people was — The back of your neck prickled, and your exposed nipples hardened.

And then, you felt eyes on you. Not just anyone's. Your breath hitched. In the corner of your eye, Ezra was looking right at you. His voice became more tranquil: “I am already inside you.” A zing of pleasure shot through your chest, and a tingling heat spread through your loins. “Be not afraid,” he cooed. “Look at me while I penetrate you.” Your knees felt weak with need. You slowly looked up at him. He was sweating profusely through a worn, gray T-shirt and tactical pants. He dabbed his forehead with his wrist and ran his fingers through a shock of white hair. “yes,” he nodded, not taking his eyes off you. “Let me in deeper, little bird.”

“Let him in,” a few people murmured.

Ezra nodded, and his eyes sparkled as they briefly surveyed the crowd before coming back to you. He allowed a moment of silence, and over the beat, you could hear scattered moans. In your peripheral vision, the guy with the glow-in-the-dark butt plug was sucking cock while jerking himself off.

“Eyes on your god,” Ezra sharply demanded, and your face heated up as your gaze snapped back to him. Your eyes connected and locked together. It felt like you knew him. Like he knew you. You knew each other. You had to.

Ezra wet his lips, and everyone watched as he began to rub himself through his pants, looking right at you. Your eyelashes fluttered at the sight. His presence seized your whole body. Your breaths were shallow. The low beat thumped and hummed, with you in the tightening grip of his gaze.

From behind, you felt the wind of a stranger’s breath on your ear. “it’s okay,” she reassured you. “I’m gonna hold you for him,” the stranger slotted her hands under your arms.

“All over you,” Ezra continued, “the hands of my words, sliding over your skin.” He breathed heavily over the beat. You felt him. Pressure swelled in your depths, and you could hardly keep your eyes open. “Your god’s tongue, tasting the salt of your neck.” You really felt him. Your lips parted, and your clit twitched. “Yes,” Ezra nodded as he slowly rubbed himself, and the thick outline in his pants made you squeeze your thighs. Your body went nearly limp for Ezra's voice, and the stranger held you with your back against her chest. You could feel her nipples through the mesh of your top.

Ezra continued, “Your god’s cock, in the cunt of your soul.” And oh, you felt it deep. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and the crowd cheered and pleaded, “yes, Ezra,” “please, God.” He held his cock in his hand, shapely and majestic.

Desire flooded your body, buzzing and throbbing with the beat of his obscenity. Your mind was full of him and so was your body, it felt. You had room for nothing else. Someone stepped toward the stage, and Ezra let them spit on his dick.

The stranger holding you pushed you forward, bringing you closer to Ezra. Ezra pointed at you with his free hand. As you arrived at the stage, a familiar darkness fell over his eyes, and your heart skipped a beat at the weight of recognition.

You snapped out of the spell. There was something off about this, something wrong about him.

He had someone else's face.

Someone you loved.

Your stomach turned as you stood there beneath Ezra, and he pumped his cock, with the crowd cheering him on. His eyes froze you in place. You willed yourself to move, as though stuck in a nightmare. It was just a bad trip, you told yourself. This wasn't real. It was the drugs.

“It's okay,” the stranger reassured you, and somehow, it helped you breathe easier.

Ezra breathed heavier, and his hungry eyes settled on your chest, making your nipples harden nearly to the point of pain. Goosebumps erupted from your chest and spread over your body.

“The seed of your god,” he panted, chest heaving.

“The seed of our god,” a few voices echoed.

Ezra bit his bottom lip and stroked himself faster.

“Especially for you,” Ezra spoke the words right into your soul, and your body throbbed out of control.

If it was a nightmare, if it was the drugs, you had nothing to lose by surrendering yourself to pleasure.

“Open your mouth,” the stranger urged you. And you did. You opened your mouth and closed your eyes. Ezra's sounds of pleasure became more pronounced. You couldn't be sure how long you stood there with your mouth open. The sound of Ezra growing ever closer to climax had you drawing in a deep breath through your nose and shuddering.

Soon, you smelled his musk and felt the humidity of his loins near your face. He groaned, and a thick rope hit the back of your throat. The warmth and tang of it was too much to bear. You squeezed your eyes tighter shut and saw stars. As your body spasmed, the stranger tried to hold you steady, but the cum that followed went all over your face and chest.

“Good,” Ezra praised when he finished emptying himself onto you. “Good,” he repeated.

The crowd cheered.

You opened your eyes and your body cooled with a wave of guilt. This is what Daddy wanted to protect you from. The spell of another man who bore a striking resemblance to him. You weren't yourself, it was the drugs, you repeated in your mind.

“You okay?” The stranger asked and you nodded.

“Now let them feast,” Ezra concluded and stepped down off the stage, his dick tucked away but his pants unbuttoned. People reached out to touch him as he came through the crowd but kept enough distance that he proceeded coolly, slowly toward the cave entrance.

Soon, you had hands all over you, too. Hands and tongues. People swiping at your skin, licking your face, desperate for a taste of him. You shut your eyes as they drew aftershocks of pleasure from your depths. After a minute, the stranger shooed them away. “Congratulations,” she said, and let you stand on your own.

Meanwhile, Billy and your friend had returned for him to resume his DJ duties. Your friend was dumbstruck by the scene. Billy looked more impressed. “Your first night? Alright, wow,” Billy marveled. “You must be special, love.”

It wasn't lost on you how this annoyed your friend. You pushed past both of them without a word and spotted Ezra's silhouette against the cave wall.

—

Ezra was uncharacteristically silent as you approached, simply taking in the vision of you, disheveled from the touch of strangers, unraveled from his words. He looked pleased with himself.

As you opened your mouth to speak, you hesitated, unsure you wanted to know the answer to your question, or how real this was. You asked him anyway, “What's your last name?” and your heart raced in anticipation.

“I don't have a last name,” he claimed.

“Bullshit. Is it York?”

Ezra drew in a deep breath through his nose and observed your face. “Mmm.” He glanced at the ceiling with a chuckle. “Well heavens, little bird.” His eyes turned regretful. “I surmise you belong to a particular agent of the federal variety.” He raised his eyebrows. “And if my calculation is correct, I sincerely–”

“--Apologize,” A handsome black man with short, greying hair interrupted. In an exaggerated motion, the man pulled up his sleeve to look at his watch. “A little late,” he stated with a glare, punctuated by a pout and raise of his eyebrows. Then, his hand engulfed Ezra’s neck with startling speed and precision. Ezra choked, and the man calmly held firm, beginning to explain, “In approximately 30 seconds, the blood flow to your–”

A different man snatched you by the arm from behind. The grip of his large hand was a familiar, painful comfort. You could feel the bruises forming on your bicep as he physically dragged you away.

“Daddy,” you whimpered. “I'm sorry, I–”

Mr. York didn't speak a word to you until he had you well into the catacombs, away from the club. You could only faintly hear the music start up again. He put you against a cold, rough wall, rolled up the sleeves of his powder blue button-down, and put his hands on his knees as he looked you in the face. His gaze was soft but ominous. It unsettled you.

“I'm sorry, daddy,” tears welled up in your eyes.

Still nothing from him.

His nostrils flared with a deep breath. You'd prefer if he yelled at you, smacked you around. As though reading your tears, he slapped you across the face. Your hand flew up to your cheek instinctively but he swatted it away and simply looked at you as the sting faded. He didn't have to ask the question: What the hell were you doing there?

“I didn't want to come,” you cried. “I didn't wanna–”

“You shouldn't be here,” he stated firmly, and you nodded.

“I know, you said not to come, didn't know it was cause, I didn't know about–”

“Who knows best?” He asked.

“Daddy,” you answered earnestly, “Daddy always does.”

He gave a short nod, then grabbed your jaw and studied each of your eyes. “High off your ass,” he grumbled. Then he sniffed the air. Still firmly holding your jaw, he brought his nose to your cheek, then dragged it down to your neck. There was nothing like your daddy’s touch, even when he was mad. Sometimes especially if he was mad.

He growled and stood upright, bringing his other hand to your neck so he had one hand on your jaw and the other firmly but gently on your throat. He demanded, “What did he do to you?”

“Nothing, he–”

He slightly pressed his finger and thumb into the sides of your neck as a warning, then released them.

“He masturbated and–”

“Did he touch you?”

“No.”

Your daddy brought his face almost to yours, just far enough away to still look in your eyes. When he seemed satisfied that he had the truth, he squeezed your jaw and said, “open.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and opened your mouth. He spat on your tongue and you swallowed it gratefully. His hands released you and he cupped your cheek for a moment before looking back behind himself, getting ready to leave.

“I'm sorry,” you repeated.

“McCall will take care of him,” he muttered.

He pulled you off the wall and led you out of the caves with a firm grip on the back of your neck.

–

In the back of the SUV, Mr. York was sitting on the driver's side, and you were face down sprawled across the whole bench seat. You put your head on his lap, facing his crotch. He laid a hand on your forehead for a minute, but you kept crying and rubbing your face on his pants, and he was tired. He stared out the window, despite that your microskirt had ridden up to where your ass was half covered. “Daddy,” you whined.

“Stop,” he commanded with a spank. Then he squeezed his hand between your legs and your thighs opened for him. He pushed your panties to the side and slid his middle finger into your cunt. “Be quiet.” He wedged his other hand under your cheek and fed you his thumb. He closed his eyes and held you still.

For the rest of the ride, you laid still and drifted off with his finger inside you and his thumb between your lips.

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Thank you for reading 💚

[cdyssey]

2 and 20 for the abbott asks 🥰

Ty, Kelley!!

2. Favorite episode?

“HOLIDAY HOOOOKAHHHH.”

[Stefon voice] This episode had everything:

Work Wives having a gay dinner together

Melissa being pouty that they couldn’t spend the gay dinner alone!! Them on the stoop together!

Those exquisite Teddie moments, them GRINDING on each other in the club, that almost kiss in the flurrying snow, their awkwardly endearing conversations.

Gregory saying Barbara isn’t at the club because there’s too much sinning going on here AKQNSNDJWKSJ.

AVA AVA AVA. She was so good in this episode AKWKDNSS, from her spit take to asking Janine to come out with her when she saw that she was sad.

Insight into Jacob’s psyche, which we don’t get that often!

And a really lovely conversation between Mr. J and Jacob.

I think, in the end, what I most appreciate about this episode is that it’s just an excellent showcase for the ensemble all around; everyone got a piece of a pie, and it made for a really fun time. :’)

20. Share an acting moment that you appreciate.

SO MANY. Let me name just three for right now:

I was viscerally gut-checked by Quinta Brunson and Ayo Edebiri in the last episode, especially in the street confrontation. Their fight was so raw and messy, and both actors understood that this sometimes is the nature of sisterhood. Incredible all around. If they don’t both win Emmy’s for this one next year, I’m going to be really upset.

LAW in “Read-a-Thon” when Melissa is talking to Mya. This sequence hit home in a lot of ways just for the subject matter alone, and Lisa sold the hell out of it, with her softened expression and modulated voice. Gone was the brassiness and the bluntness that we’ve come to expect of Melissa Schemmenti; it was all sieved away for a tender and aching vulnerability.

Janelle in “Fundraiser” when she’s confronting Barbara. Janelle is so excellent at inhabiting Ava at her most Ava—(i.e. irreverent, egotistic, playful)—that when she brought the heat to her monologue about morals Barbara Howard could afford, I was so devastated as I quickly reconciled her external mien to what she was betraying here. So much of her charismatic persona is a facade. Ugh, and, ofc, SLR is always a pitch perfect scene partner, her body language disciplined but the expression in her eyes utterly complicated. Just beautiful.

Abbott Ask Game

[galateagalvanized]

alright y’all bear with me as I plug From the Garden, Grow, because i’m so happy with how it turned out. here’s why you should read it:

[stefon voice] this fic has everything. it's got

dragons

vague star trek references

ladies in armor who are otherwise never in armor

its own goddamn magic system that I built from scratch

cliffhangers out the wazoo

two emotionally competent adults who have a rational discussion about their disagreements 

a "curtains gently wafting" sex scene, 

and the finale has more twists in it than a six flags rollercoaster 

Please read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30666734

[onewithnomightypowers]

clandestine (chapter 2)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 2: portrait of a dinner

A/N:  the characters in no way portray how these ppl are in real life. i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! i would love to know how you guys feel about the story. feedback is always appreciated.

warnings: drinking, smoking, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: the whole chapter is a flashback, character thoughts are in bold italics

masterlist   series masterlist   chapter 1   chapter 3

“I rent a place on Cornelia street”, Tom said casually in the car. They were sitting in the backseat of a black town car, going for their shoot. Y/N had suggested that they travel together, in an attempt to get to know each other better. She said, “It would help with the on screen chemistry”, the whole production team agreed. But that did not become a norm for them, mostly because of their different call times.

Both of them had hectic filming schedules and only saw each other when they had scenes together. Sometimes they would bump into each other at the craft service, but otherwise, they were on their own.

During the last few weeks of filming, Tom had started getting her coffee. He had noticed how she took her coffee during the shooting. Black with one sugar.

“There you go”, Tom handed her the coffee. “Thanks Tom.” He gave her a smile. She was walking towards the door, and Tom started following her behind.

“I’m going to hair and makeup, do you wanna tag along?” she asked him.

“Sure, I have a 15 minute break anyway”

“Have you seen Hot Rod? I watched it last night” she didn’t know why she asked that silly question. She found it embarrassing.

“That Andy Samberg movie, right?” Tom nodded, “Yeah I watched it a long time ago, it’s a classic”

“I totally watched it for Bill Hader” She found herself easing up to him.

“Valid reason. Loved him on SNL. Do you know Stefon? from SNL?” She reached for the door handle, a gush of cold air was felt by both of them.

“Don’t even get me started on Stefon. I used to watch Stefon compilations on YouTube all the time. It became a problem” she chuckled, remembering how Haz used to get pissed off whenever she’d talk in a ‘Stefon’ tone.

Oh, I love it when she chuckles like that. I wish I could kiss her. NO. She is fucking married, Tom.

“Yes yes yes, New York’s hottest club is…” Tom tried to imitate Bill Hader as Stefon. He looked around a bit and pointed towards the paparazzi, who were trying to take pictures of anything worth money. “New York’s hottest club is paparazzi” he continued.

“If paparazzi is the hottest club, then I’m fine staying at home” Y/N was laughing so hard that she couldn’t breathe. She clutched Tom’s arm to avoid falling down while trying to contain her laughter. She hadn’t had a good laugh with Haz in a long time.

--

Tom found himself at Y/N’s doorsteps with cheap wine he bought from the convenience store last minute. Y/N had invited Tom and his partner for dinner during the last week of shooting.

“Oh, I’m not seeing anyone actually, but my lonely heart and I will be there”, Tom replied to Y/N’s invitation.

He rang the bell and waited for someone to open the door. Tom was met by Haz’ charming smile, as he opened the door. Tom could see right through his fake smile. Clueless to Y/N and Haz’ fight prior, he entered the two story building.

“Why did you invite him without asking me?” Haz screamed, slamming the plates on the table.

“I didn’t think you’d be home tonight, you never are” Y/N replied in the same tone as Haz

“So you were going to have dinner with him, alone?”

“Yes” she said in a crude way.

“Are you fucking him?” Just as Haz asked her, the doorbell rang.

It would be better fucking him than fucking you. At least he’ll be home.

Y/N entered the kitchen leaving Haz to open the door. “You must be Tom” said Haz, in his most likeable voice.

“Yeah and you must be Haz. I got this for you guys”, Tom handed him the wine bottle.

He’s a bloody hotshot and brought us cheap wine.

“Hey Tom, I’m so glad you could make it”, Y/N said, taking Tom in for a hug. She could feel Haz burning a hole behind her head with his gaze.

She pulled out of the hug, “do you want red or white wine?”

“Red”, Harrison and Tom said in unison. Y/N let out a little chuckle and went into the kitchen. Tom started noticing the little things in their house, like how there were film and Polaroid cameras scattered everywhere. There was a vinyl shelf right above an old golden gramophone, adjacent to their brown leather couch.

He noticed a collage of pictures and recognised some of the photos from the time they were taken on set. There was one with him and Y/N. He felt a sense of pride knowing that their picture hung on Y/N’s wall and the possibility of her looking at it every day.

“So, what do you wanna hear?” Harrison was standing next to their vinyl collection. “Since Y/N lives here, we have everything Taylor Swift, I don’t suppose you’re into that pop shit, are you?”

“Actually I do like pop but more like alt-pop”

Harrison wasn’t surprised. He seemed like a ‘Beach House’ kinda guy anyway, to him.

“So you like alt-pop?” Y/N walked towards the boys with two glasses of red wine in her hands. “Have you heard of ‘peter cat recording co.’?” she asked Tom

“Yes I have! Oh, I thought nobody knew about them. I’m glad I found you”, Tom was filled with giddy excitement.

“PCRC it is, then”, Haz said in an annoyed tone. He grabbed the vinyl of ‘portrait of a time’, their first album, and placed it on the gramophone.

“Babe, where is your glass?” Haz asked Y/N.

“Oh I, shit I left it in the kitchen”

“No worries I’ll get it”, Haz kissed her cheek and left the living room.

Even though Y/N knew it was fake niceties, she still craved it. It felt nice, behaving like a normal couple instead of fighting over every damn thing, and him storming out of the house almost every night. Sometimes she felt that Harrison was a hypocrite. He would accuse her of cheating with every guy in her life, but wouldn’t be home nine out of ten times.

They were now seated on their wooden dining table, with dried flowers in the middle. Haz and Y/N were sitting opposite to Tom. There was Chinese takeout in their fancy china.

“Sorry about the take out, neither of us are good at cooking and we didn’t want you getting sick”, Y/N tried to justify the absence of a home cooked meal.

“It’s fine as long as I’m getting fed”, Tom chuckled.

“No actually all this food is only for Y/N and me”, Haz said, trying to sound serious.

That was a bad joke, all of them thought.

There was an awkward silence. Haz cleared his throat, “So Y/N, are you seeing someone?”

“Haz, you can’t just ask someone that!”

“It’s okay Y/N. No Haz, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.” Tom said, blushing at the personal question.

“So you are single”, Haz said looking at Y/N, in an attempt to imply that she might be having an affair with him.

Trying to hide her annoyance, Y/N started serving the food. The rest of the dinner was normal. They talked about the movie and Haz did not spontaneously combust. In Y/N’s mind, it was near to a success. When Tom started to leave, Y/N offered to drop him to his apartment building, but he settled on walking him one block.

Y/N grabbed her jacket as they left the house. She pulled out a box of cigarettes from her pocket and offered Tom.

“Oh, I don’t smoke”

Y/N scuffed with a cigarette between her teeth.

“What kind of an English man are you?” she said, lighting her cigarette.

“Well you know it’s a common misconception, we don’t all smoke”

“That’s good to know”, she took a long drag.

“Also you might not like the wine I brought you. I realised pretty late that I should be getting you something because I was visiting your house for the first time, so I bought the best wine I could find in that convenience store”, he pointed towards the store a few metres away from them.

“Its fine, it’ll remind me of my youth”, they both laughed.

“I guess this is one block, you should go back home now”, Tom said while trying hail a cab by waving his right hand frantically, at the edge of the curb. He looked ridiculous.

“You clearly have never done this before” she laughed at him, turning Tom’s face red.

She stepped off the curb, to be seen clearly by the oncoming traffic, put out her arm and a cab was there in seconds.

“So I guess I’ll see you around” he said while pulling Y/N into a hug.

His touch made her hyper aware and same could be said for Tom. Y/N started to pull out but stopped half way. It felt like they were both looking inside each other’s soul through their eyes.

“Ay, lovebirds, you comin or not”, the cab driver screamed making them break away. He got in and Y/N closed the door for him. That’s when her phone pinged.

Haz: where are you, I’m going out.

[jonathan-harks]

Judas's 'Superstar' Outfit in 5 different versions of Jesus Christ Superstar rated

Carl Anderson (1973 film) - fucking superb!!! [Stefon voice] this jumpsuit has everything: a deep V, flares, a sparkly belt, an excess of fringe. 100000000/10

Jerome Pradon (2000 film) - This film has literally everything you forgot about from the late 90s/early 00s (Jesus wears cargo pants, Simon Zealots has frosted tips). The amount of PVC adds to the sickening vibes this scene gives off. I think I got the millennium bug from watching this. 10/10 if you've been in a 20 year coma, overwise -10000/10. Both scores given with love.

Tim Minchin (2012 concert) - Outdated but not outdated enough to be retro like the previous fits. Looks kind of like what would have happened if all the costumes for The Greatest Showman were provided by Hot Topic. The harnesses are a fun edition though. 3/10

Josh Young (2012 Broadway) - Blue is such an interesting choice and really stands out in comparison to the others. Manages to be both SPARKLY and SHINY. There's a variety show host vibe to this which I find Fascinating. However as much as I want to write an essay about this, it lacks slutiness. 6/10

Brandon Victor Dixon (2018 concert) - By now you've probably gather my main criteria are: does it sparkle? is it slutty? And the answer to those questions is a big YES!! There's not much more for me to say here. 100/10

[cadaceus]

C3E11

*Stefon voice* This episode had everything! But seriously. There was so much that we learned throughout this episode and it felt like an entire journey within itself. Some plotlines resolved (for now), others opened up. My liveblogs for this week are obviously a bit longer so I guess grab a snack? Full spoilers below for Campaign 3, Episode 11 of Critical Role!

- STEVE?? OF BLUES CLUES FAME??

- I know I say this every episode but I MEAN it this time. Robbie Daymond and Ashley Johnson look so good tonight

- Laudna immediately volunteering and Imogen going “no, Laudna, don’t” is my favorite dynamic sfgdhjkl

- Something FAE about this creature?

- Wait, Dorian casting Shatter is so smart!

- Okay, in Imogen’s defense. Hitting your hip on a table like that can truly make your life flash before your eyes lmao

- I love how Matt describes battle scenes sometimes it sounds like I’m reading an audiobook

- I KNEW GURGE WAS A WEREWOLF LETS FREKING GOOOOOOOOOO

- Maaaaakin my waaaayyyy~

- CHETNEY IS A WEREWOLF?!?!? TRAVIS FINALLY GETS TO BE A WEREWOLF?!?!!?!!?

- AND HES A BLOODHUNTER NOT A ROGUE IM SCREAMING

- Calloway?? How does this guy know her?!?

- There is no fear like when both YouTube and Twitch are buffering and your best friend, who is livetexting CR to you, just texts “Nooooooo”

- DORIAN NO

- DORIAN YES

- You’ve heard of Critical Role vs. Doors, now get ready for Critical Role vs. Turtles asdfghjk

- ORYM NO

- ORYM YES

- WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THOSE NATURAL 20S TODAY DFDHJKFL 

- not gonna lie I didn’t ship Dorian/Orym until this very moment of them both rolling Nat 20s on their first death save... like what are the ODDS, that’s poetic cinema right there

- “Did you just ‘big whoop-de-doo’ me?!”

- Wait a minute, the Claret Orders (that Gurge used to work for) sounds soooo familiar to me! We must have heard something about this in Campaign 2, right?

- I am Dorian when it comes to Dedication to This Ball I WOULD LIKE TO SEE IT

- The Treshis.... they are connecting the dots!! They’ve connected them!

- Laudna and FCG’s theory is so smart! I bet that’s exactly what is happening!

- ARE WE GETTING A PARTY NAME TODAY??! I’M NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR THIS

- Oh! So this is the fabled Oshad! (I guess that busts the running theory that Travis’s character was going to be Oshad... does this mean Chetney really is Travis’s permanent character?)

- The guilt Oshad so clearly feels over what happened... how do I hug a fictional character :(

- UH OH DO NOT LET THAT CHARACTER WALK IN THE GARDENS ALONE... i am worried something is going to happen to him 😭

- Imogen taking Laudna’s hand is SO SWEET I love them

- Aww, she’s researching about her nightmares.... so this is a shared dream by some individuals every thirty years??

- LILIANA TEMULT. HER MOTHER.

- We got soooo much lore this episode and learned so much!! Not least of which was the fact that our man Chetney is a WEREWOLF. We also got some intrigue with how this Fae Person knows Fearne, Orym’s meeting with Oshad, and information about Imogen’s dreams. This was a great episode and it added so much to the characters and world! I’m so intrigued to see what happens next!

- (And, for those curious, the rest of my Campaign 3 liveblogs can be found over here !!)

[oliviermiraarmstrongs]

mid-year book freak out tag

thank you @bloody-wonder for giving me an excuse to share my book thoughts!

1. Best Book You’ve Read So Far in 2021?

It’s gotta be The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood; I hear “feminist period novel about mentally ill woman unable to cope in upper-class society” and I am THERE! It’s like [Stefon voice] This book has EVERYTHING: repressed women, a decaying old house, a complex relationship of two sisters, a pulpy sci-fi story-within-a-story-within-a-story, criticism of capitalism and reactionary attitudes and politics, commentary on how conservative society shuns those it perceives to be “other” and a threat to the social order (poor people, socialists, “unconventional” women). It is EXTREMELY my shit.

2. Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far in 2021?

The only one I've read is Siege and Storm, so Siege and Storm! Shadow and Bone was captivating, if a little simplistic, but the sequel really fleshes out the characters, setting, and themes. It’s great to see Alina take a more active role, and I love the exploration of sainthood. 

3. New Release You Haven’t Read Yet, But Want To?

I’m really curious about Michelle Zauner’s memoir Crying in H Mart. Same with Axiom’s End, which I haven’t really been seeking out, but it’s been resting on my list since I like a lot of Lindsay Ellis’ stuff.

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2021?

5. Biggest Disappointment?

The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood. I’ve been getting into Atwood, and I have a soft spot for female-centric retellings of myths, so this was on my list for a long time. It’s not bad; it’s decent as a character study and offers some good perspective on the hanged slave women from The Odyssey, but overall it came off as...bitter? And not in a good way. It’s reasonable to include commentary on how bad things were for women in ancient times, but after a while I’m just like “But there had to be a time when Penelope was happy, right?” But the biggest failing has to be the treatment of Helen. Why a story focused on bringing literary justice to silenced women also characterizes Helen of Troy as a manipulative, arrogant bitch who single-handedly ignited the Trojan War because she enjoys fucking people over, I’ll never know. Ironic that in the opening chapter, Penelope bemoans being used as a yardstick with which to judge other women, and then the book proceeds to do exactly that with her and Helen. Can’t let Penelope have a positive relationship with another woman! There could be some form of unreliable narrator at play, but there’s not much indication that that’s the case here. Even Homer had a more nuanced portrayal of Helen than this!

6. Biggest Surprise?

I suppose The Red Tent. I picked it up at a Goodwill because of my aforementioned interest in female-centric retellings. It’s not amazing, but I wasn’t really expecting it to emotionally affect me like it did. You spend so much time setting up Dinah’s family and this supportive community of woman within a patriarchal society, only to have Dinah abandon it all after getting betrayed by her father and (most of) her brothers. Hearing about how her family fell apart after she left and she never got to see her mothers again really gets to me. The book has flaws for sure - neither of Dinah’s romances are developed very well, and some of its themes can come off as gender essentialist - but I think it’s a nice exploration of female labor and traditions that too often get ignored.

7. Favorite New Author?

The only relatively new author I’ve been reading is Leigh Bardugo, soooooo... honestly I don’t know what I can say that hasn’t already been said, I got into the series pretty late. Great world-building, witty dialogue, a familiar type of story with enough interesting ideas to make it feel fresh. Check out Shadow and Bone if you get the chance. Sound of the summer.

8. Newest Fictional Crush?

You would think it would be Nikolai Lantsov since I just finished reading Siege and Storm and he seems to be the fan favorite... but nah, not yet. He’s fun, but he doesn’t hit me in that way (Though very sexy of him to just casually proposition Alina and Mal for a royal polycule, a la Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot; would love an AU where they accept his offer). However, I would let Zoya murder me. Every time Zoya is not in a scene I am asking “Where’s Zoya?” Also shout out to Alina, just because I would treat her better than all the men in her life! 

9. Newest Favorite Character?

Gonna try to do this without spoiling too much, but Laura Chase in The Blind Assassin really resonated with me. Her personality reminds me a lot of myself, especially as an an autistic person, like the way she has her own way of thinking that makes perfect sense to her, but makes other people see her as odd and naive. I love how she’s set up in-universe as this Sylvia Plath-esque tragic heroine, with Iris spending the rest of the book interrogating and deconstructing, and in a way, reconstructing this image of her. Atwood you’re insane for this. I forgive you for the Helen thing now.

10. Book That Made You Cry?

I never got as far as crying, but the part in The Goldfinch where [spoilers incoming] the art heist goes wrong and Theo is alone in the hotel room and he’s spiraling and considering suicide and finally dreams of his mom… all that was too much for me and I had to put the book down for the night. This guy just can’t catch a fucking break.

11. Book That Made You Happy?

fucidjdjdj I didn’t read any happy books this year. Shadow and Bone and Siege and Storm because I read them really fast unlike my usual months-long reading schedule.

12. Favorite Book Adaptation You Saw?

Predictably, Shadow and Bone. I basically bought and read the book less than a week before the show came out because I thought it looked interesting and wanted in on the hype (mostly because Jessie is cute 🥰). Honestly, the show improves a lot on the first book; the multiple storylines make it more dynamic and complex, the actors really help to make the characters feel more fleshed out, and Alina and Inej interacted for like three scenes, introducing an unexpected but thematically rich ship.

13. Favorite Review You’ve Written This Year?

14. Most Beautiful Book You’ve Bought So Far This Year?

I impulse-bought this book of Romantic poetry at Barnes and Noble just because it was pretty and I had a gift card

15. What Books Do You Need To Read By The End Of The Year?

Besides finishing The Grisha Trilogy/Six of Crows duology/Zoya’s duology that I forgot the name of….I don’t know. I’m not a reader that plans in advance. I acquire books, finish whatever I’m currently reading, look through my stacks deciding what to read next, spend an hour doing so because I can’t decide if I’m in the mood for any of them, and either force myself to read one or buy/borrow a new one.

I’m tagging @betweenironyandsilver, @illuminaticns, @borispavlikovskys, @chdarling, @sctine, @mightyaubs, @excuseforadrink, and @trckstergods, if you wanna! Or anyone who wants to yell about books.

[batterycityghoul]

Congrats on your Milestone! ❤️ What’s your favourite episode of Misfits? 👀

Thank you!! That really means a lot to me. 💖💖💖

Okay, so...I’ve only seen the first two seasons of Misfits...you probably know why. And I couldn’t pick just one, so I did top 3 favorite episodes, if that’s okay. 💖 (yes, I made my own gifs for this.)

1. Season One, Episode Four

I have a soft spot for Curtis (let’s be real, I have a soft spot for all the Misfits) and I love this episode. I love how you get to see just how important Curtis is to the team and what he’s willing to sacrifice in order to keep the people he cares about safe and happy. I also love that we get to see how Nathan got his community service sentence and it’s just so Nathan. But also also, I like seeing how they were all a little bit connected before they all really met. 

2. Season One, Episode Six

This might be my favorite episode. (in my best Stefon voice) This episode has everything: Virtue Virgins, Superhoodie, Nathan being a hero, finally discovering Nathan’s power, angst, drama, the ship that never really sailed (Kelly and Nathan), Simon trying to be a hero, being buried alive, and a funeral that’s totally not needed. Nathan really shines in this episode and I love how this episode plays out. It’s such a good ending to season one. (idk why this gif sucks so much, I feel like it might be the coloring of the scene, sorry about that!)

3. Season Two, Episode Three

The tattoo episode just honestly cracks me up so much. The whole Nathan and Simon thing just gets to me every time. Nathan is just so extra and I love how Simon is just so confused, but he ends up being the hero and saving them all. I love the ship of Superhoodie (future!Simon) and Alisha. It’s a story I love so much and we get very little of it, but it really starts in this episode. I love the whole premise of it and episode four of season two always makes me so sad, but I do love that Simon and Alisha end up together. 

Thank you so much for the question!! And for such a wonderful ask. 💖💖💖

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 12: 1x10 Journey to Babel

My favorite Star Trek episode! Possibly my favorite episode of anything... I’m not going to have much of anything deep to say about it but I did enjoy it immensely.

I actually know the opening of this ep really well because I was using it as the basis for a still unfinished AOS-verse fic that I still want to write but it doesn’t get old regardless.

We can relax when the Vulcans get here! Can you though??

Spock’s utter non-reaction to the name Sarek. But inside he’s gotta be feeling a lot, right? I mean at the very least, nerves at the impending awkwardness.

I feel like Sarek is so subtly suspicious in this scene. Like... why is no one acknowledging we’re related? What’s going ON?

And Kirk knows something’s up but he’s not sure what.

So rude! Asking for another guide. That really is a rift.

And then Amanda’s look when Kirk mentions Spock’s parents. So subtle, so confused, so judgmental.

Also this is a great concept for an Enterprise mission.

I think Amanda’s really interested in the ship! So this is where Spock works...

Humans smile with such little provocation... Whereas Spock smiles when Kirk isn’t dead

Lol the parallels with Sarek and Kirk calling Amanda and Spock over. Mr. Spock, attend.

Sarek taught him computers! So adorable.

Mrs.Sarek lol. But she proves the unpronounceable name can be sort of pronounced.

Idk if I believe this whole depiction of Vulcans as patriarchal... It doesn’t really square with T’Pau running the whole planet. Nor is it logical.

Amanda is so glad that Spock has friends!!

I love to see Kirk defending Spock.

Lmao at the idea of Sarek following the teachings of his father. Was he doing that when he took a HUMAN wife??

Kirk and Amanda bonding over their stubborn husbands.

Oh no, the signal is coming from inside the ship!

Kirk is sure loving this.

So Sarek is 102. That would make him 60-some years older than Spock.

Sarek’s vote carries the others! He’s so important.

Now Kirk is trying to charm the aliens.

I just noticed that Amanda asks Spock if she can share the sehlat story. She looks at him and he very obviously inclines his head. He’s okay with McCoy hearing this.

Alive with six inch fangs!!

Sarek being so protective of Spock and his dignity. “He’s a Starfleet officer!!” Honestly so proud of him.

Sarek/Amanda is actually the best ship.

I feel like Spock gets his humor from Sarek honestly. Like the way he talks to the Telluride Ambassador is so similar to how Spock talks to people.

Can’t believe Kirk had to break up a fight between Spock’s dad and another ambassador lol.

Of course Kirk has to be shirtless for the dramatic reveal of MURDER.

Spock doesn’t think Sarek killed anyone. (Even when he kinda throws him under the bus with that “my father is capable of killing.”)

But then there’s Sarek “I agree, I am a very suspicious person here.”

Meditation cannot be discussed with Earthmen.

Sarek had 4 heart attacks and didn’t tell his wife. The nerve.

Sarek and Spock ganging up on Bones. A real bonding moment.

Spock’s blood has human blood elements...interesting.

Spock was researching for Sarek. Idk why that hits me so hard... He finds this really long shot solution, an experimental drug that isn’t even used on Vulcans and just says “okay problem solved we’re going to fix my father now.”

Calling his father by his first name... cold. He doesn’t do that with Amanda.

*Stefon voice* This ep has everything, mystery, intrigue, family drama, diplomatic drama, medical emergencies, shirtless Kirk, and a fight scene!

Poor Spock, on top of everything else, his space husband is injured too.

Now Spock is off to question the prisoner. Eep, wouldn’t want to be that prisoner.

I feel like Spock’s excuse of not wanting to give up command is total Scotty erasure, and seems really flimsy on its face.

The Andorian tells him to think about passion and gain...asking Spock to think about passion!! How dare?

Not a lot of Kirk in this episode but every Kirk scene is gold. He’s being charming again. And he has such devotion to Spock and his family, even risking his own health to make sure Spock can help Sarek--and Sarek hears all of it! We are specifically shown that he’s awake!

Kirk’s face when he looks at Spock in the Captain’s chair is just so loving.

Hmmm I guess no one trusts Scotty around here!

Bones is not encouraging confidence by not knowing what Vulcan blood pressure should be.

Haha just knocked Spock the fuck out. “My patients don’t walk out in the middle of operations.”

“Sir, we stunned the Andorian and pieces just started falling off.”

I love that the inside of Sarek is smoking.

...You know actually the Enterprise did need Kirk specifically to command in this crisis.

How is CHEKOV the next in command lol? He’s 22 and the lowest ranked person there.

It’s interesting that the Orions are the bad guys in this episode.

Spock’s parents can so clearly tell how in love Kirk and Spock are.

“One does not thank logic.”

When Kirk collapses and Amanda moves closer to him, Sarek is still holding his fingers out for a kiss like a lovesick nerd.

Bones gets the last word!

And now Kirk, Spock, and Sarek are going to be recovering in the same room for a while lol.

I didn’t write any notes on the Spock and Amanda scene because it’s just... too much. Too overwhelming. It’s so dramatic, first off, and... Amanda is just so human. You know in some ways she’s assimilate to Vulcan life--how she can pronounce Sarek’s last name and how she thinks the Vulcan way of life is “better”--but she really wasn’t written to e like a long term Vulcan resident imo. I mean when it comes right down to it, she’s very human. I like that but I just think it’s interesting.

I’m a little uncomfortable with like the degree of emotional manipulation... saying she’ll hate him forever, slapping him. But Spock’s excuse looks pretty flimsy when you consider that there are other people who can command the ship. But then... well like I said, there WAS an emergency and Kirk really was the best man for the job so like you do get an example of how not all officers are interchangeable. And I was trying to wrap my head around the argument that this isn’t just a Starfleet position, it’s a Vulcan one, and one Sarek would understand: duty, rules, and the many before the one. So I guess it does make sense, and the tension is appropriate for the scenario.

I also appreciate how the point of this episode was to show, as DC Fontana said, three people who hadn’t been a family for a long time becoming a family again, so you can see all the complexity in their history and how the differences in their cultures blend together sometimes awkwardly, and how hard it is for all of them.

This is the best ST installment for Vulcan fashion. Like, this ep, T’Prng’s dress in Amok Time, and Ambassador Spock’s asymmetrical coat in STXI are the only valid Vulcan outfits. I never got the robes and head coverings thing. Like, are robes logical? I think not. Plus, they are desert people but they are NOT austere, so I don’t get all the dark colors and shit. Vulcans should absolutely all be wearing hot pink wide legged pants and fur-trimmed ponchos; I am not joking. Also I thought Sarek’s outfit was great: it’s simple and professional but still has a lot of color on it; it’s exactly what it seems like a Vulcan ambassador would wear. And they never reach that level in any later installment!!

The Amazon trivia tells me that deleted dialogue said that Sarek was an engineer before he was an ambassador, which I don’t totally get (that’s not... a science...and he went to the VSA right?), but I do find it VERY interesting and I wish I’d known that when I wrote HAICG and had Spock name his son after an engineer.

Next time is Friday’s Child, which is also a great episode to watch and think about HAICG.

[thebarrydiariesx]

Halloween Special: REQUESTED

Request: Bill and the female reader, a new SNL cast member, are frenemies playing Morticia and Gomez Addams in a Halloween Special.

“I’m not sure I can do this...” You sighed, pulling your fingers through the black, stringy wig and looking out at the audience. “This dress is a little revealing and I feel like I have candle wax on my face! Does an Addams really need this much makeup?”

“Shh shhhh, relax honey, you’re fine!” Cooed Maddie, the makeup artist for the show. She tucked strands of the wig behind your ears and touched up your lipstick. “And Morticia Addams doesn’t have a tan or freckles, so yes. Now hold still.”

You held your position. This was your 2nd month as a cast member on Saturday Night Live and you had found your stride rather quickly. This worried you, as you were always told never to get too comfortable too quickly with a cast and crew, no matter how sweet they were. And they were! They were all undeniably gracious, kind and-

“Ready, honey? We’re about to go o- Jeeeesus!” A sharp voice called from the door, you couldn’t move your face right now but you knew exactly who it was. You caught a glimpse of him from the large mirror in front of you. “You uh... you look great. Just try not to knock me out with those things.” Bill winked at you from the mirror, adjusting his fake moustache and straightening his bow-tie before flashing you a smile and leaving.

“Try not to pass out when I come on stage!” You retorted.

You relationship with Bill was... strange. It consisted of passing insults, casual degradation and an accidental head butt during a sketch which caused Bill to get a nosebleed. If it wasn’t a “fuck off” during smoke breaks, or Bill doing everything in his power to get under your skin, it was a sour but sweet conversation full of witty repartee’s. He loved trying to make you break on stage. He had scared you by popping out at you in a supply closet in a scene that no one told you he would be in. He hissed at you and playfully bit your hand as Stefon during weekend update. He trapped your legs in his from under the table as Vinny, causing you to almost fall when you left the set and repeatedly ran his hands down your ribs whilst he kissed you during the Vogelcheck scenes because he knew you were extremely ticklish. That was just in the last two weeks! You hated him sometimes, but he was fun to be around and he knew it. Tonight was the Halloween Special and the two of you were playing Morticia and Gomez Addams. It involved a waltz and a kiss. You had both practiced the waltz numerous times but not the kiss. Bill had teased you for being too short to dance, you clapped back at him for being a shitty dancer and almost dropping you when he dipped you at the end but no kissing. You were unusually nervous about it.

The clicking of Maddie’s fingers found you back in the room.

“Hey! Focus, alright?” She adjusted your dress at the shoulders and looked you over. “It’s just one Halloween special, right? One night, one dance, one kiss and you just have to act like you love him. I mean you’ve faked an orgasm, right?”

You nod with a smirk on your face.

*****

“My darling Tish,” Bill exclaimed, waving his arms around and looking you up and down with adoration. He smoothed over his slick black hair and dusted down his striped suit. He looked good, there was no denying that, and he played the part so well that it was like it was made for him. “Do me the honour of giving me this dance by the moonlight, surrounded by nothing but, sweet... delicious...” His large hand cupped your face and the tip of his nose touched yours. “Death.” He smirked at you, slipping his other hand to the small of your back and pulling you in even closer. Something about his confidence, the lower register in his voice as Gomez and the way he was holding you made you feel a little wobbly. You stared deeply into your stage lovers eyes. Those blues seemed bluer tonight and you saw a flicker of an apologetic expression on his face before he straightened himself up. You looked up at him and smiled widely.

“Until the end of the world, my love.” You replied smoothly, caressing his cheek, breathing slowly, oozing seduction. You took his hand and placed your other on his shoulder. You squeezed there for a moment. Surprisingly broad.

You both waltzed on stage behind a beautiful backdrop of a graveyard, the audience cheering in the distance. Both of your mics were cut after this as all that was left was the dance and the kiss. Still smiling, not breaking character in his face, Bill’s normal voice was in your ear.

“You did great,” He murmured close to your ear as he lead the waltz. “Sorry it had to be me. No one else was tall enough.”

“Please,” You giggled. “You’re loving this.”

“And you’re not?” He raised an eyebrow and bowed his face lower, taking in every ounce of the blush rising through your skin and smirking. He squeezed your waist lightly and smiled. “Seriously though, we nailed this. I owe you a beer. It’s the least I can offer for what I’m about to do to you.”

You suddenly felt yourself being swung around and your back was now inches from the floor. He dipped you so quickly that you gasped, trying your best to still be Morticia. You lifted your head and smiled up at Bill who was holding you tightly, grasping on to the back of your neck. With one more devilish smirk, he kissed you passionately, stroking your neck as he did so. You felt your hands shake on his shoulder as you responded to the kiss, matching his ferocity breath by breath. He pulled away with a fresh coat of your lipstick on his lips and beamed at you. The oo’s and aa’s from the crowd followed by the lights fading filled you with relief. You had done it! And it went well! He pulled you back up to your feet and grabbed your hand, running off the stage as the audience applauded.

“We did it, dude!” Bill shrieked, picking you up and spinning you around. You got caught up in the adrenaline of the moment and the feeling of Bill holding on to you again that it took you a few seconds to realise that your dress was pulling down at the chest.

“Bill!” You whispered aggressively. “Dress!”

He put you down in seconds and took off his suit jacket to cover you as you adjusted the dress, looking away the whole time.

“Such a gentleman.” You gave a stilted laugh, trying to get your breath back.

*****

After the show, you were both back in normal clothes and having a smoke out by the steps.

“Now that’s how you do a Halloween show...” You exhaled the smoke, smiling up at the sky. You rested your head on Bill’s shoulder and relaxed finally.

“Oh yeah,” Bill nodded, absentmindedly stroking your hair as he slung his arm around you. “You were fuckin’ great, man. Like really great.”

“Me? You were fuckin’ incredible as Gomez! I didn’t know you had that in you. I could barely get my lines out I was just, like... in awe. Good for you.” Your voice was croaky and tired and Bill’s fingers playing with your hair seemed almost too comfortable. He turned his head to look down at you.

“Did we just compliment each other?” He grinned. His fingers walked down your head to your ears, all the way down to your neck and he tickled you gently. You struggled slightly but decided you were just too exhausted to fight back.

“Don’t get used to it, pal.” You teased, your nose almost touching his again.

“Cara mia...” He purred in a low, raspy voice, twirling a phantom moustache. His face inched closer and closer.

“Fuck you...” You groaned.

Bill gave warm and genuine smile, a tiny, musical giggle in his throat. Without thinking, you reached up and gave him a gentle kiss for no other reason than it just felt right. He responded, taking your face in one hand and massaging his mouth with yours with feather light precision.

[ionlycareaboutyou]

prompt: kind of a niche ship but could you write some richie n seth fluff pls? i love your fics!!✨

omg i love this ship. i’ve written them vaguely (richie/seth/stefon threesome fic) but never on their own? so this was a v fun challenge for me. i hope u like it, u’ve inspired me to write more for them!

cw for this being set in IT ch 2 canon, so eddie is like. dead and gone for good, unfortunately, and it is discussed. i picture this fic being set around 2017. i promise this fic isn’t just richie angst, there’s fluff! just gotta get through some sad parts first.

When he moved back to New York City, Richie felt like his 29-year-old self again. He still does sometimes. The NYC comedy scene and the LA one are distinctly different, despite all the NYC expats who move to LA to star in films or do voice acting or settle down and have a few kids. It didn’t feel right to go back, though. LA was all shine and sun, several layers of sky blue paint over decades worth of grime. At least NYC was honest in its grime for the most part. At least New Yorkers were able to joke about their greasy ass pizza and subway rats instead of all trying to be Instagram influencers. 

The real truth was that Richie had friends in NYC. In LA, he had none. And what he needed was friends. 

The funny thing about reconnecting with an old friend is that sometimes, even though it seems like a lot has changed, they’re still the same person, deep down. 

Seth is still a workaholic--the same workaholic who Richie met back when he hosted SNL for the first time. He still stays up til 4 AM sometimes, drinking dark, bitter coffee for the caffeine rather than the taste, darting in and out of cubicles, asking if anything new has cropped up in the past few hours that’s monologue worthy. He still wears those ratty sweatshirts during the day and changes into suits for the evening. He does shave more consistently, Richie will give him that. He still laughs high pitched and loud when a joke really gets him, and he still laughs at his own jokes, even, stumbling through them sometimes with tears welling up in his eyes. He still loves to drink tequila and whiskey and anything really that brings heat to his cheeks and more of that laughter bubbling out of his chest, though he tells Richie he doesn’t drink as much as he used to--he’s far too old for it now, and the hangovers are intense.

(“I do wanna do a day drinking segment with Rihanna, though,” he confides in him once over lunch. They’re eating greasy pizza, and Richie feels like he’s in heaven, because the shit in LA doesn’t even begin to measure up.

“Rihanna? Do you have, like, connections to her or something?”

“No! I wish,” Seth frowns at his slice of pepperoni. “Do you?”

Richie hoots out a laugh. “Dude, you are severely overestimating me if you think I know Rihanna. Good luck on your quest, though.”

“Hey, maybe Rihanna’s got a thing for raunchy comedians who wear the same shirt three days in a row and own like, two pairs of sneakers and refuse to buy new ones. I don’t know her personally, either.”

Richie flicks a piece of mushroom right at Seth’s face. He laughs in that way he does, and Richie’s chest flutters.)

And maybe it’s the fact that Seth is still Seth--still blue-eyed, New Hampshire, toothy grin Seth--that makes Richie fall for him. And he’s not even surprised by it. He thinks he’s always sort of had a piece of his heart reserved for Seth, even when he moved to LA. He was the first one to send him a congratulatory text when the news broke that he got Late Night, and he was always happy to wander around his too-empty LA apartment and shoot the shit with him for hours long phone calls about everything and anything and nothing at all. Seth was the first to welcome Richie with open arms back to NYC. They were the sort of friends that never truly fell apart, even when they went a while without speaking to each other.

It all comes tumbling out eventually, why Richie is back in NYC. Seth never really poses the question, but when Richie calls him one Tuesday night at 3 AM, eyes unfocused and hot with tears and chest heaving with hyperventilating sobs, the answer becomes clear to him. 

He’s still awake, of course, sitting in his office and staring at the writers’ Slack chat when the phone rings. “Are you awake, man? I’m sorry if I woke you,” Richie says into the phone, warbly.

Seth manages to talk him down from it when Richie admits he had a pretty vivid nightmare. He doesn’t judge him for a second or wonder why a 40-year-old man is so shook up by one. He simply talks slow and soft into the phone, telling him it’s okay and grounding him as best as he can. “You can tell me anything, Rich, you know that, right?” His voice is so goddamn sweet Richie wants to sob all over again.

So he tells him everything--well, rather, a condensed version of everything. He tells him he had friends as a kid back in Maine, really close friends, and they met up again after drifting apart, and he tells him that he saw his best friend in the world die right in front of his eyes. He’s careful with his words, but something tells him that even if he did explain all the clown shit, Seth would listen and comfort him all the same, even if he was confused by it. “I feel so bad for dumping this shit on you, dude,” Richie says, fighting back the tears that he’s finally managed to quell. “It’s just--”

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” Seth assures him, “I can’t fucking imagine. I’m so sorry. I know that sounds really lame, to say I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t really fix anything.”

“It’s okay. I haven’t--no one really knows. I mean, my friends know, they were there, too, but...God, it’s so fucking complicated.” He lays his head back down on his pillow and exhales a shaky sigh, feeling mostly back down to earth. “I guess I just. I picked up my phone and dialed you because I needed to know everything was...you were okay and I wasn’t still in that fucking dream.”

“I get it. You don’t have to worry about that. You know I keep crazy hours anyway.” They manage to get a chuckle out of that. “I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive, but I’m glad you were with him in his final moments, I’m sure he was very glad to have you there.”

Richie swallows the baseball-sized lump in his throat. “God, I sure fucking hope so. He was…” he stops himself. He hadn’t told the other Losers what he wanted to say about Eddie and how he felt about him, but he was certain they knew. Seth is completely detached from this whole situation, but maybe putting out what he’s been harboring in his chest for so long will take some weight off it. “He was the first person I really fell in love with.”

“Oh, Rich.” Seth’s voice is soft and sad. 

“I know that’s a lot to tell you, and like, I haven’t even really told you, or anyone that I’m gay, but I guess here it is, this is so damn...ungraceful,” he rambles with a shaky little laugh, “But I guess I’m not really graceful anyway.”

“It’s okay. You know it doesn’t bother me at all, right? God, I sound like--every straight dude in the world right now. I’m totally cool with gays!”

“Well, maybe a little,” Richie says, unable to not give him a little shit, and he’s happy to hear Seth laugh on the other end. “But thanks. I’m glad you were the first person I told.”

“Well, when I tell you about the dudes I hooked up with in college, I know you’ll be chill about it, too.” Seth says, then adds, “Oh, guess I just did.”

“You what? Seth middle-name Meyers.”

“It’s Adam.” 

“Not the point. You what?”

“Dude, haven’t I told you like a million times about my crush on James Spader? Do you know how many times I’ve watched Pretty in Pink? Too many times. That’s not even the best Hughes film.”

“I thought that was like--a joke! You always said you wanted to grow your hair out like that!” He’s smiling against the phone, really truly grinning at this whole mutual coming out situation, and he’s so happy to be smiling again.

“Well, yeah, I do, but also, like, he was hot, okay? Him being bald now is the greatest tragedy of my life.” Seth says, laughing even more. 

“You know, I haven’t gone bald yet. I’ve got plenty of hair. It’s unwashed right now, but feel free to run your hands through it. We can roleplay. I’ll be...fuck, what was his name? The Pretty in Pink guy?” Richie hasn’t seen that movie since it came out. 

Seth answers very quickly. “Steff.”

“That’s it! I’ll be Steff, and you can be...Andie! That’s her name.” 

“Steff wasn’t the love interest, though, remember? He was the love interest’s asshole friend.”

Richie hums. “I’m kind of an asshole. Not as pretty of an asshole as Spader, though.”

“I think you’re perfectly pretty.”

“Thanks,” he smiles again. His stomach knots itself up, then un-knots. Seth Meyers, the man who’s all blue eyes, New Hampshire, and salt-and-pepper hair is calling him pretty. What a world.

After he hangs up and manages to catch a few hours of sleep, he’s not surprised when he gets a call from Seth a few days later asking if he wants to grab a drink, and there’s a different tone to his voice. He can’t quite place it, but it almost sounds nervous, like he doesn’t want to screw this up. He doesn’t screw anything up, though, and when they make their way back to Seth’s apartment, pleasantly buzzed, and end up on his couch, lips on lips, Richie isn’t really surprised, either. He smiles into each one.

--

They seem to divide their time in between either apartment, not quite ready to have the “hey, let’s move in together” conversation. It’s only been a few months, and they’re taking their time. Richie’s never let himself take his time before.

Most nights, they’re tangled up in whatever bed they’ve fallen into--tonight, it’s Seth’s, and Richie has managed to get him home at a reasonable time, around midnight, even though the show filmed several hours before. (“The news and the president don’t stop,” Seth has explained to him before, “But God, I wish they would.”) He’s running his fingers through Seth’s hair, which is surprisingly soft once all the product is washed out. Richie never gets tired of touching it. “You’re halfway to Spader, I think.”

“Yeah? I’ll see if makeup and wardrobe approve of me growing it out any longer, or if they’ll force me to cut it.” Seth sounds sleepy, but even in the dark Richie can tell he’s smiling.

“I’d like it,” he says, and presses a kiss to the line of Seth’s jaw. “Isn’t that enough?”

“For me? More than enough.” Seth brings him in for a proper kiss, long and deep and warm, hands wandering and stroking skin, unhurried and sweet. 

When they pull apart, it comes tumbling out, as things seem to do. “I love you.” It’s the first time Richie has said it. He’s known it, without a shadow of a doubt, for a while now. And he thinks Seth knew it, too, even if it went unsaid. He understood that Richie was working up to this sort of thing, to opening himself up and allowing himself to cry and feel and say things like that. Like I love you. And now it’s come out, like it was always bound to, and Richie feels Seth smile against his temple.

“I love you, too.”

“More than James Spader?”

Seth laughs. “Much more.” He pulls him in for another kiss, and they say “I love you” many more times that night, and almost every night afterward.

[kurtty-drabbles]

Scooby au (revenge)

N/A: LK knows revenge. Not sorry for Amanda, oh, mystery plot will be hiatus here. Not sure if is the right word here.

@djinmer4

Bayville High School has their fair share of juicy gossips, last year, two boys were caught kissing and it sparks a discussion on gay rights in the school, some are favour, some are against, in the end, nothing bad happens to the boys, but, Bayville High won´t be parade in Gay rights, however, as no one harassed the boys and the gossip is quickly forgotten, that´s more than ok.

The boys dated and ending up breaking up as they had almost little in common with each other, except their own sexuality.

The point is, Bayville loves gossip, so, when they think two boys kissing won´t ever be topped, a new gossip/rumour takes its spotlight. Amanda Stefon and Stefan Stefon were caught in a love web....and also in a parental relationship with each other.

Stefan passed from popular boy, to someone no one wants to hang out, and the soccer team cut him completely. The same happens to Amanda as people are giving the nasty glare, she claims it was photoshop and even proved to main popular girls how it is easy to make two people kiss in an image.

Yes, but, the rumours of you banging your brother won´t fade away so easily. Amanda is learning this in a hard way, people are being hostile to Stefan and hostility leads to violence, finally, prompting headmaster Kelly to call to the parents.

"What? This is absurd my daughter and my son" Mrs Stefton speaks with disgust. "No, she like that German boy, right?"

Mr Stefton seems to not take his wife´s word as he looks at Stefan and one idea goes to his mind.

"Militar school?" Amanda shouts as if this was aimed to herself "No, you can´t Stefan won´t survive" she is crying and begging and see this display the man knows, he already knows what is really happening between his kids.

"Amanda, my decision is final" the man speaks with a frosty tone. Amanda cries when Stefan leaves and Mrs Stefton wants to believe is a brotherly thing...yet she knows too.

Kurt Wagner watches as Amanda is a shell of her former self, her magic is erratic and he wonders if she got the hint, oh, who cares, Kurt is not done yet.

Amanda still tries to come closer to Kurt, it´s socially acceptable and people are starting to think it was Stefan who corrupts Amanda(she´s moody and often would like to stay in any other place than home or school)

Stefan does not write back to Amanda.

Amanda only cries.

"Love me" she corned Kurt, the odd German boy, with venom in her eyes. "I lost...I lost my brother"her lover, her everything for this boy who is not even looking into her eyes "love me or I´ll make your life a living hell"

Kurt laughs, not a laughter a boy would have, not a laughter a mutant have, instead, something else.

"No, is your tiny brain can understand this word" Kurt speaks. And Amanda huffs as she uses her magic, and the vending machine who is blue is now red, she has a mad look on her face.

Kurt leaves and laughs.

Kurt and Kitty are eating together and Amanda is gritting her teeth at the scene. Where´s Stefan?

In the military School expelled Stefan for terrible behaviour, actually, the boy is being searched by the police as he´s the primary suspect of killing another student.

Amanda is fed up, if she can´t have her beloved, why this Kitty can have Kurt? She´ll use her magic to do something. Anything. Images of hurt or even dead Kitty dances in her mind (and often follow of severe headaches, the type she feels so much pain she can´t even move)

"Kitty Pryde!" the said girl was drinking soda(but...the vending machine is broke, no, wait, where that sandwich comes from?) "Die!" she shoots her magical beam, yet, nothing happens, only Kitty laughing as she leaves Amanda alone.

Her magic is gone. Her popularity is gone. And Stefan is nowhere. Amanda feels her sanity cracking and wants to kill Kitty, drink her blood(the headaches are so strong, she throws up because of it)

"Stefan, my love" her own voice can be heard in many cellphones, tablets and notebooks as a video is being watched by everyone. "make love to me, impregnate me, be the father of our child"

Amanda remembers that beautiful day...but how is on the screen?

Amanda runs as she´s no longer the great Amanda Szardos, she´s nothing and Kurt watches the scene smiling cruelly.

"Oh, Kurt, you do know how to torture" Kitty pipes in eating a new sandwich.

"Of course, my love, this is not the first nor last time" Kurt promises.

No one heard about Amanda, no one cares for Amanda and the bright future she often fantasy is dead and gone.

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Twelve things I noted about CR2E60 “A Turtle By Any Other Name” and the Talks Machina about it :

Gale is back for... Gale Force Nine !!! *Stefon voice* this trailer has EVERYTHING

Marisha colored her hair tips purple, and it's really pretty

Oh this is it. This is the moment. The moment where they start to sing "Making my way !" every fucking time (I guess, since they're doing it 3 years later still), to the tune of Vanessa Carlton's song.

If I had a nickel every time Liam's characters killed an NPC seconds before it even had the chance to flee or attack and make Matt rip the NPC sheet live, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't much but it's weird that it happened twice in two campaigns.

Laura, as Laura, and not in fact as Jester : "I want some doughnuts, you guys !" Later on, she receives indeed doughnuts, because everyone wants to make Mrs. Laura Bailey happy, especially her husband.

Fjord vs. the giant snapping turtle is the greatest thing to ever happened. Travis takes the comedic aspects and just amps them up like a boss.

Ashley : "Turtle party kill." Ashley, I love you, don't be ashamed of this awesome pun which could have been the title of the episode !

The plan to flip the turtle reminded me of this amazing scene in Exandria Unlimited season 1 when Aimee Carrero changed Aabria Iyengar's life when she suggested they flip the alligator to end the fight and it fucking worked.

Sam subreptly took a shot of "not alcohol" then looked around, no one was paying attention, then looked at the camera with a smirk. Amazing.

As soon as Beau said it, I immediately agree. If I was a third-party trying to unrest and overthrow, I would too do it during a war while the two big powers are otherwise occupied !

YASHA BACKSTORY IT'S TIME ! I feel like it's going to be horrible. Because when I got interest in CR, I think this was around that time in CR2... I kept seeing on my dash gifs of everyone looking very distressed, and Laura crying "Yasha !!!" So I know for a fact - even if I don't know exactly how - that she will break her friends' hearts.

At the beginning of this episode of Talks, Brian makes a long hyper-sarcastic speech about how, now, they have to get SERIOUS and have no more SHENANIGANS. Then Matt comes onto the set to search for his wallett on the couch, disturbing the peace, in a clear retaliation of what happened last week, and chaos breaks out as usual.

[thereviewsarein]

On Thursday night, RALPH brought a party to the Mod Club in Toronto when she headlined the College St. stage in front of a packed house of excited fans.

The hometown pop star played a setlist that combined songs from her new EP Flashbacks & Fantasies, her breakout 2018 album A Good Girl, and her earlier releases too.

Related: RALPH, Flashbacks & Fantasies EP Review

In my best Stefon voice, let me tell you that the Mod Club had everything. There were tank tops and turtlenecks. Teenagers with Xs on their hands. Mom jeans and tight tees. Leather, mesh, and lace. There were hipster ‘staches and enthusiastic dancers. And there was RALPH, on stage with her pop/disco/synth vibes moving the Toronto crowd from the front to the back.

Some love also has to be given to GRAE who opened the show. The Toronto pop singer/songwriter did everything we could have hoped for from her in the show-starting slot. She got the crowd warmed up and involved. She moved well across the stage to bring some early energy and engagement with the Mod Club audience. She hit the keyboard to give everyone a taste of everything she has to offer. And she did herself a service by making her mark in a way that should have people looking up more of her music today. (Check out more photos of GRAE at the bottom of the post)

We’ve been listening to and writing about RALPH for the last couple of years, but Thursday night was the first time I’d been able to get to a live show and see her perform. It was well worth the wait. The energy and glee she shows on stage are legit. She’s happy to be up there and from experience, we can tell you that the crowd feeds off of that (even if it’s subconsciously).

We also know that RALPH’s goal is to connect to the crowd through her songs. In an interview earlier this year she talked about that with us, and how her commitment to that connection has lead to DMs and conversations with fans about the songs and their lives and where they intersect. We haven’t asked her if she got any messages after last night’s show – but it wouldn’t be a surprise to hear that she has. 

Related: Girl Next Door – RALPH Interview & 5 Quick Questions

With songs like Weather, Last Time, Sunday Girl, No Muss No Fuss, and Dark Clouds (and maybe especially Dark Clouds) she shared stories and support and songs that are hers, but in the moment, belonged to everyone in the room.

Note: There was a cool surprise in the early part of the show when TOBi came out on stage with RALPH to perform their 2018 duet, Girl Next Door. Surprises like that in live shows are always a welcome bonus!

The crowd was lined up shoulder-to-shoulder and from the front of the stage to the back of the room at the merch table were all-in on RALPH. They sang, the danced, the smiled, they held their phones up to take photos and videos, they welcomed her with big cheers and showed her how much they appreciated her throughout the show.

It’s been a busy couple of years for RALPH with new music, lots of shows, and work work work behind-the-scenes, and we watched as she showed off the results of that work and the dedication that she has for what she does.

As an entertainer, performer, singer, and party host, RALPH owned the room at the Mod Club on Thursday night. And if we had to make a prediction, we’d tell you that it won’t be the last time she does exactly that!

Photos of RALPH at the Mod Club, Toronto

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Photos of GRAE at the Mod Club, Toronto

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RALPH Brings Flashbacks & Fantasies to Toronto! On Thursday night, RALPH brought a party to the Mod Club in Toronto when she headlined the College St.

[jonathan-harks]

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#5

me trying to balance my affections for several different succession characters all of whom are continuing to backstab each other:

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#4

Everyone, do my absolute nonsense Which Judas Are You Quiz

42 notes • Posted 2021-03-21 20:26:35 GMT

#3

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover

I'm a child, I'm a mother

I'm a girlboss, I'm a Karen

I am a Mary Sue

I'm your manic, pixie dream

I'm nothing in between

Yeah I wouldn't want to keep any other gate

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#2

The thing I don’t get about people who aren’t into overanalysing books and films is that the subtext is a whole other text for free!!! I love a bargain!!!

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#1

Judas's 'Superstar' Outfit in 5 different versions of Jesus Christ Superstar rated

Carl Anderson (1973 film) - fucking superb!!! [Stefon voice] this jumpsuit has everything: a deep V, flares, a sparkly belt, an excess of fringe. 100000000/10

Jerome Pradon (2000 film) - This film has literally everything you forgot about from the late 90s/early 00s (Jesus wears cargo pants, Simon Zealots has frosted tips). The amount of PVC adds to the sickening vibes this scene gives off. I think I got the millennium bug from watching this. 10/10 if you've been in a 20 year coma, overwise -10000/10. Both scores given with love.

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