#thais marianne

[lunchcase]

Thai Iced Tea

Location: Baroness

Price: $6.5 CAD

Love the strong flavour of Thai iced tea! It’s the appropriate (for me) level of sweetness and milkiness (they used fresh organic milk). Love it but I can’t really tell what makes it Thai exactly, yet I know exactly when it hits.

Anyway whatever about that because I just watched Everything Everywhere All At Once with Marianne and that caused an unending stream of tears as I witnessed me and my whole belief system being distilled into a film that ticks all the boxes under “how to make me cry”. So I’m still reckoning with that. Marianne called it being in my matrix and also waited patiently with me outside the theatre as I dehydrated myself with tears. Like that meme that goes, “look how hard I can cry”.

5.4.2023 12:05am Casey: I wrote paragraphs on how I love EEAAO after processing it for like half a year

[ashadowfaerie]

Get to know me tag game

Got tagged by @dopepoisonivyoncrack. Thanks for the tag 💜🤍🖤

Last song played: Ebay by Weird Al

Favorite color: Purple. With black and silver tied for second

Favorite dish(es): Thai chicken curry, chili mac and cheese, broccoli cheddar soup

Current favorite character(s): Ishida Uryuu and Kurotsuchi Nemu (Bleach), Raven and Cyborg (Teen Titans), Uzumaki Naruto, Aburame Shino, and Yamanaka Ino (Naruto), Midoriya Izuku and Yaoyorozou Momo (BnHA), Spock (Star Trek), Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars), Ashe Ubert, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Rhea, and Marianne von Edmond (FE3H). A whole lot more but these are the ones in constant rotation in my brain

Currently watching: Nothing. But, Bleach starts up soon. looking forward to that

Last movie(s) I watched: Spaceballs for comedy, Phantom Menace because FX or TNT had it on

Last thing I googled: FMA boxset and Bleach hoodie

Current obsession: BnHA, Teen Titans. Getting back into Star Trek, and I'm sure Bleach will resurface shortly

Tagging (with no pressure): @chie7231, @bluebird722, @sapphira-mydnyte

[hvrbingers]

[‘apo’ nattawin wattanagitiphat | cis man | he/him | twenty-nine ] ——   welcome to grimrose, lennon saetang. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a newcomer who has been in town for five months, especially since you spend most of your days as a photographer for grimrose post? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little vague more than you are gentle… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of iris by the goo goo dolls and a camera and skateboard always on your person, wanting to believe there’s good in everyone, a love for your father that you don’t know what to do with. hope to see you around, lennon.

full name — lennon saetang nickname(s) — len, lenny ( his dad only ) name meaning — lover, blackbird, cloak age — twenty-nine date of birth — october 25th place of birth —   boston, massachusetts current location — grimrose, new hampshire gender — cis-man pronouns — he/him sexual orientation — homosexual religion — atheist / it’s complicated occupation — photographer for grimrose / freelancer education level  — bachelors in photojournalism   family —  boribun ‘bobby’ saetang, veronica hayworth ( surrogate ) finances — could be better  spoken languages — thai / siamese, english voiceclaim — apo nattawin  powers — the ability to manipulate magnetism and magnetic fields

inspos: peter parker ( marvel ), erik lehnsherr / magneto ( x-men ), dani clayton ( bly manor ), tk strand ( 911 lone star ), charlie kelmeckis ( perks of being a wallflower ), jonathan byers ( stranger things ), luna lovegood ( harry potter ), peeta mellark ( the hunger games ), marianne sheridan ( normal people ), fleabag ( fleabag ) 

tws: alzheimers mentions, death of a parent

your dad doesn’t talk about where he grew up very much, but from what he does say it was magical childhood, his own father and mother wanting to give him the very best when they moved from thailand. start a new life, raise their son, it might not have been a white picket fence kind of childhood but it was a very happy one before ‘the unknown.’ you were born out of love, out of friendship, on purpose, is what your father would used to say when kids would ask why you didn’t have a traditional ‘mom’. it never used to bother you, and it still doesn’t. you are your father’s son, gentle and kind in such an unforgiving world. 

lennon was given the world from his father growing up, it had always been his father, his best friend veronica and her wife, where one went the other two followed. boston was big but it brought a lot of opportunity for a tiny rambunctious child that could never truly stay still. lennon picks up skateboarding after seeing some kids down their street, he wanted to be just as fast. his dad buys him his first skateboard at six, learns how to ride it for himself and then teaches his son. a couple of bruised knees and palms but he never cries. he’s brave when he needs to be, wants to show his dad that he can keep up with the other kids. 

it’s a happy childhood, lennon is a kid that likes to get his hands on everything, loves to learn and see the world in multi-colour, it’s no surprise when he starts picking up his dad’s old camera and shoots whatever his little eye can see. it comes the skateboard and then the camera, and when his dad takes him to his first protest the pictures that come from it are nothing short but spectacular ( as much as they can be for a child just becoming a pre-teen ). these are the two interests that take up most of lennon’s time an energy but he liked painting too but it was always a little messy. 

when lennon comes out at sixteen his dad makes him a cake and treats it like a second birthday. lennon is loved and cared for in ways that he knows most people are not. there’s kids always shuffling in and out of the saetang house because his dad was a dad to all. it makes sense, because his father was a teacher, and a good way. taught everything that he knew to his young boy who had a thirst for knowledge. 

lennon’s teenage years are not as dark and angsty as they could be but his father starts forgetting things, lennon’s solution is to put sticky notes on the things that he forgets, and reminds him gently that, yes you did tell me that, but tell me it again. 

the world doesn’t flip upside suddenly, it’s a slow and agonising flip that’ll take many years to come. lennon grows older and goes to umass and excels. he has a keen interest in photographic journalism and travels all around the world for the things that he finds important, his dad is proud of him, even if sometimes he forgets to remember him. 

lennon lives in a lot of places before finding homebase in nyc and his dad moves to grimrose to try and find his roots. it’s different now, but bobby always comes to visit lennon for the holidays and vacations, claiming new york city has much more to see than his old hometown.

near the end of his dad’s life does his dad find a permanent fixture in lennon’s new york city apartment, it makes sense because lennon finally has a stable job in the city and can take care of him better there. veronica and her wife visit more and more when lennon has to travel for work, what used to be their unconventional family is brought back together again even amidst the slow-burn of his dad’s declining health.

when his dad dies, the world finally flips and lennon doesn’t know what to do with himself. nothing feels like home anymore because his home had always been a person–his dad. lennon was born on purpose, with a purpose, but he suddenly feels directionless. he takes time off, tries to figure out what to do with himself and his life. 

he ends his lease in new york, packs up his things, and whatever left that his father brought, and he moves to grimrose in the search for finding a sense of purpose, but all that he gets is a house that looks like it was left untouched and memories that he tries to reconstruct back to his dad, and a power that he doesn’t know that he has. 

grief sometimes feels like anger and chaos, for such a gentle boy with gentle hands, it doesn’t make sense. 

headcanons: 

he moved into his dad’s childhood home now that he’s passed but keeps fucking up and making a big mess of everything. he’s been finding out a lot of things about his dad that he never told him. his father’s own parents died when lennon was young so he never had much of a solid relationship with them but from what he knew, they had just about as much love as his dad did. 

truly his dad was just about as much of a wanderer in terms of place as lennon, both never liked staying in one place for too long. his dad loved new york city and so he never minded just kind of dropping out of his life at grimrose to live with lennon or even veronica and her wife in california when they moved

lennon never really was an angry or angsty child, though a lot of things were confusing for a boy that couldn’t exactly stand still in one place for too long which was a burden on a lot of teachers trying to calm down a very hyperactive kid 

was and still is, really big into photojournalism but takes on much smaller projects now, doesn’t really want to go out of town too much because its just the last little remnants of his dad 

he’s been taking on photograph commissions on the side for extra cash, some people have even asked him to document their paranormal experiences with his camera even if he’s a little skeptical about all of it

i’ll eventually dive into his powers when it comes to play but it’s essentially magneto from x-men’s powers and that’s a lot for a gentle guy !! literally doesn’t know why he’s so angry all the time but he is 

still kind at heart, wants to give people the benefit of the doubt and second chances

[lelandlife]

The rain is falling in this coastal town, it looks like a day in Southport is off. We had planned to go to the seaside town and explore but the weather changes plans. So into Wilmington and helping Marianne set up her kayak and then a lunch at a new Thai restaurant. Maybe a late birthday celebration lunch.

[finalseawars]

Various fleets in Final Sea Wars:

Columbia's Fleet - US Navy

The Queen's Fleet - The Royal Navy (including Canada and Australia)

Fleet of Fortune - People's Liberation Army Navy (Mainland China)

Hinata Fleet - Japanese Maritime Self Defense Force

Marianne's Fleet - French Navy

Varuna's Fleet - Indian Navy

Fleet of Winter - Russian Navy

Fleet of Adria - Italian Navy

Yi Fleet - Republic of Korea Navy

Fleet of Majesty - Royal Thai Navy

Fleet of Radiance - Republic of China Navy (Taiwan)

Fleet of Rebellion - Vietnamese People's Navy

Marinas Fuerzas del sol Dorado - Philippine Navy

Marina Armada de la Madre Rose - Mexican Navy

Versenk Kreuz - German Navy

Anuket Flotilla - Egyptian Navy

La Armada Aguamarin - Spanish Navy

Amazonian Fleet - Brazilian Navy

Aja Alliance - Collection of ships from various Southeast Asian navies

[ssorknimajneb]

Sa. 15.04.2023 (Tag 25):

Morgens gegen 8:30Uhr wurde ich an meiner Unterkunft, dem "Marianne Hotel" im Süd-Osten von Puerto Princesa, von meinem Shuttlebus abgeholt.

Heute verließ ich die Stadt Richtung Norden, fast bis zum letzten Ende der Insel Palawan. Mein nächster Halt ist El Nido, was übersetzt "das Nest" bedeutet. Der Ort soll seit einiger Zeit die neue Anlaufstelle für Urlauber sein, die nicht nur auf westliche Hotelanlage und Massentourismus stehen. Einst war Boracay dieses Idyll, was sich in den vergangenen 20 Jahren aber wohl zunehmend geändert hat.

Da ich einen überwiegenden Teil des Tages im Bus nach El Nido verbringen, hier noch ein paar Fakten über die Insel Palawan, wo ich mich seit meiner Ankunft in Puerto Princesa ja befinde.

Die Flora und Fauna hier unterscheidet sich deutlich von den restlichen Inseln der Philippinen und ist eher mit der Naturlandschaft Borneos vergleichbar. Die verschiedenen Böden brachten 3 Waldtypen hervor. Die Hartholzwälder des Tieflandes gelten als die reichste Baumflora in ganz Asien, die Karstböden sind weniger dicht bewaldet, und die Küstenwälder gehen in Seegrasfläche, in der Ulugan Bay in ausgedehnte Mangrovenwälder über. Es leben hier einige endemische Arten.

Gegen 14Uhr wurde ich vor meiner neuen Unterkunft für die kommenden 3Nächte abgesetzt. Kurz ein paar Sachen ausgepackt und dann den ersten Rundgang durch die Stadt gemacht, um mir einen Eindruck von El Nido zu verschaffen. Von dem "einsamen Idyll" laut Reiseführer konnte ich vor Ort wenig feststellen. Für mich gefühlt der touristischste Ort, an dem ich bis dato auf den Philippinen war (eben westliche Touristen). Auf dem kurzen Spaziergang, auch entlang des Strandes, kam ich an zahlreichen Touranbietern vorbei, die hier alle in etwa die 20 gleichen Touren anbieten. Generell interessierten mich 2 Dinge. Eine Island Hopping Tour in der Bacuit Bay für morgen und eine Wander-/Klettertour auf den Gipfel hinter der Stadt El Nido. Bei einem Anbieter bin ich fündig geworden und hab für Sonntag die "Island hopping Tour C" gebucht (es gibt generell A bis D). Und mir wurde ein telefonischer Kontakt für einen Guide zum Klettern gegeben (dazu dann mehr am Montag 😁).

Witzigerweise hatte ich sowohl bei einem Stopp des Transfer als auch beim Weg zum Abendessen bekannte Gesichter von der Tour zum Underground River wieder gesehen (ein phil. Pärchen aus meinem Hotel in PP und ein Mutter-Tochter-Gespann aus Dänemark).

Zum Abendessen gibt es hier zahlreiche Möglichkeiten, ich hatte mich für ein thailändische s Restaurant "TUKTUK THAI" direkt am Strand entschieden. Das grüne Curry mit Hähnchen war sehr lecker.

[rudys-corner-of-hell]

OH MY GOD I GOT LOCKED OUT OF MY ACC

im back now lol anyways heres a short story~~~

“I’m Eliza. Age 15, turning 16 tomorrow. The youngest and now only child of Marianne Charle’. That’s my mother. So, I’m Eliza Charle’. My ‘family’ of two is pretty normal. All my siblings vanished at age 16, and Mom isn’t taking it very well. She always insists they’re still here, always leaving food for them. I reckon she’s off her rocker. But I don’t say that. She can get scary. I think our family is cursed. Of my three siblings, only one could ‘escape the curse’. Caroline. She was the first. We were just celebrating her birthday with our neighbours across the road, a nice barbecue on a nice day. We forgot the cake. Caroline offered to get it for us, like the angel she was. Skipping across the road, cake in hand, she was hit. It happened so slowly. We all stood motionless, as the bright pink ice-cream van slammed into her tiny frame. Plates slipped out of uncles’ hands, cutlery clattered to the ground as we ran to the bloody smear on the road, red skid marks trailing towards an unrecognisable lump of human roadkill, her face contorted into an eternal smile. But that’s a dark subject matter. I don’t like talking about it, especially not to myself.”

I fidgeted in my chair, twirling a pencil. There was a photo on my desk. It was 5 years ago. Before any of this happened. Before Caroline died. Before Avaline left. Before Caleb left. Before Dad walked out on us. We were on a fishing pier. I looked at goofy 11-year-old me, dangling a snapper from a line, Caroline patting me on my head and Avaline posing like a diva. Caleb was holding onto Mom behind us, and Dad was taking the photo. Click. The latch - Mom’s home.

“Sweetie! I’m home!” Her cheery voice was stark against the dim atmosphere, the rustling sounds of Thai takeaway and the savoury smell of rice noodles wafting through the air. Calling me down, she stood at the bottom of the stairs, twirling her pink car keys. Plodding down the stairs, I stuffed my hands in my pockets and forced a smile. Arriving at the table, Mom was dishing out 4 portions of Pad Thai. One for me, one for her, one for Caleb, and one for Avaline, she says. Sitting down at the once populous dinner table, she sits across from me and smiled. “So, how was school?” “It was good,” I muttered, a mouthful of food muffling my speech. Serving me more food, she continued. “How are your friends?” “They’re good.” We ate in silence. 

 After lunch with mom, I returned to my room to sulk. 4:37. Still have seven and a half hours left. Telling Mom I was going out with friends, promising to be back by midnight, I left for what might be the last time.

“Caroline, how did you do it?” Standing over her grave, I placed some yellow tulips beside the headstone. Taking the shovel lying on the ground, I sunk it in and started digging. Unearthing the coffin, I climbed into the hole and pried open the lid. Almost instantly, I was hit with the powerful smell of formaldehyde. A linen cloth lay like a blanket over her body, showing only a beautifully preserved head. Blonde hair placed around a freckled face with closed eyes and an eternal smile. She looked so peaceful, as if she were only sleeping. I pulled away the cloth covering her body, and it quietly settled on the edge of the wooden coffin. Caroline’s body was bandaged. White fabric covered her arms and legs, itself also covered by a blue silk dress. Looks like the funeral people only touched up her face. I lay my hands on her and closed my eyes.  As I drew the cloth back over Caroline and closed the lid, I heard a noise. Clunk. A key fell into the hole. I felt bony hands clasp my shoulders, and a mouth whisper into my ear. “13 Birch street.” It said. Turning around, I briefly glimpsed red, glowing eyes before they evaporated into black smoke. Picking up the key, I saw something. ‘13 Birch street’ was scratched into the handle. Sounds fishy. But what other choice do I have? Climbing out of the hole, I reburied Caroline and left.

The house looked normal. No signs of blood sacrifice or satanic ritual. Plain wooden beams held up a second story over the verandah, and the fly screen door had been left ajar. Behind that was another door, this one locked. Placing the key into the lock, I turned it and pulled the handle. Click. It opened. Walking into the house, I checked the time on my watch. 9:32. Not much time left. 

My footsteps plodded on the wooden floorboards. Thump. Thump. Thump. Clunk. Something was below this one. When I looked closely, I saw another keyhole. Slotting the key in, I turned it and a trapdoor popped out beside me. Looks like I have the master key. Stairs descended into the darkness below, the eerie silence broken only by a bird chirping harshly in a tree outside. Thankfully, I still have my torch. Flicking the switch to the ON position, I followed the stairs down. 

At the bottom was cement - perhaps the floor of a wine cellar. Drawing the torch upwards, I saw knives. Lots and lots of knives, arranged in neat rows along the wall, short ones, long ones, machetes, kitchen knives, butcher knives, short daggers, and more unnamable instruments of death. A little to the left, and I saw metal. Lots of it. Metal wire had been hastily fashioned into a wide mesh that covered the entire wall, the ends sawed into sharp, jagged, points. Then there was something else. A red liquid was pooling on the floor, I swung the torch up. Something black.

I screamed. My voice was hoarse and broken, but I screamed anyway. Nobody heard me - at least, I didn’t expect they could - then something smacked me in the back of the head.

“Sweetie?” A voice roused me from my unconsciousness. Mom? Where am I again? Opening my eyes, it all flashed back to me. There were bodies. Hanging on the metal. 2 of them. They were still dripping with blood. Avaline and Caleb. My heart raced, and I tried to scream, but it was muffled by a cloth gag in my mouth. Wire was wound around my hands and legs, cutting into my limbs as I struggled to get free. “Hello!” A voice came from behind me. Mom. She poked her head from above, looking over me. She had a manic smile on her face, nothing like her usual cheery self. Click. The lights turned on. I could see the room in full now. Cement covered the floor like the wires did the wall in front of me. I sat on the stairs, a grandfather clock to my right that hid behind my mother’s shivering frame. She checked the clock. 11:55. 5 minutes left. 

“I suppose you have questions, honey.” She took a knife off the rack hanging on the wall, watching as the light glinted off it. “It began 5 years ago. When Caroline died. I heard a whisper. From a man who referred to himself as Mr Edburt. He placed his bony hands on my shoulders and whispered into my ear…

 ‘Let’s play a game. When one of your children turns 16, I will try to kill them. If I kill one like Caroline over there, I get to keep it. If you kill one, you get to keep it. If you keep more children than me, you win. If I keep more children than you, you lose. If I keep the same amount of children as you, you lose. And if you lose… I get to keep everyone. Let’s play.’ 

When I turned around, he was gone. But I could just see those red, glowing eyes in the corner of my vision, a puff of black smoke where they once were. From that day, he kept whispering. Whispering that he would take Avaline, that time was running out… I was so scared. So I did it. At midnight, while she was asleep, I stabbed her in the heart. She died. Then I saw him. Mr Edburt. Climbing through the window. He was dressed in black funeral clothes, with a wide-brimmed hat. He looked at me in disbelief, as if he didn’t expect me to do it.

‘You killed her. Your own child. Very well then, that’s a point for you.’

Then he vanished. When he vanished, so did all the blood. There was no evidence that she even died. On her corpse lay a key. It was engraved with an address: 13 Birch street. So I went there. The same thing happened with Caleb. And now you. I was hoping to kill you in your sleep, but it seems it’s too late for that.” 

She looked at the time. 11:59. One minute left. Walking over, she began to cut my bonds. “You’ll willingly come with mommy, right?” 

60, 59, 58. 

“You won’t struggle, right?” 

57, 56, 55. 

“Don’t think of it as murder… think of it as a release.” 

54, 53, 52. 

She leaned in for a hug. 

51, 50, 49. 

I leaned in too. 

48, 47, 46. 

I wrapped my arms around her. 

45, 44, 43. 

She wrapped her arms around me. 

42, 41, 40. 

My knee shot up, colliding with her stomach. 

39, 38, 37. 

Winded, she stumbled back. 

36, 35, 34. 

Running up the stairs, she grabbed my ankle. 

33, 32, 31. 

Tears were rolling down my face. 

30, 29, 28. 

Tears were rolling down hers. 

27, 26, 25. 

“It’s for your own good! Don’t you know I only want the best for you?” 

24, 23, 22. 

I kicked her in the face. 

21, 20, 19. 

She fell back, letting go of me. 

18, 17, 16. 

I scrambled to the top. 

15, 14, 13. 

The trap door was locked. 

12, 11, 10. 

I unlocked it. 

9, 8, 7. 

Climbing out, I ran to the door. 

6. 

Mom was behind me, kitchen knife in hand. 

5.

I opened the door. 

4. 

I ran outside. 

3. 

Across the lawn. 

2. 

Through the path. 

1. 

Onto the road. 

0. 

I made it outside! 

Still on the road, I saw the headlights of a bright pink ice-cream van. The same one that killed Caroline. It happened so slowly. I saw Mom, still wielding a knife, sobbing on the verandah. I saw the van, still splattered with Caroline’s blood. I saw the lights glaring blindingly as the van drew closer. And I saw him. Mr Edburt. His mouth grew to a wide smile, and time sped up- the van ploughed into me, something warm, hard and cold all at once spreading through my lungs, and all faded to black. 

“I win.”

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Live Up To Your Name

Kromdramedy for people who like period piece time travel and medical dramas. Think Outlander, but with less SA and sadly less gay characters.

Derry Girls

Irish coming of age comedy that’s so friggin’ funny and heartwarming. It has a lot of heart and love for the 90s which I think not many shows *cough* Stranger Things *cough* accomplishes.

Girl From Nowhere

Thai horror anthology and revenge horror at times about a supernatural being posing as a teenage girl who goes around Thailand exposing corruption and bad people. Arguably the personification of karma. Warning for CSA, gore, self harm, suicide, and violence.

Blood Red Sky

German horror movie about a vampire woman and her human son who get caught up in a airplane hijacking while attempting to get a cure for her vampirism.

Don’t Listen

Spanish horror movie that’s so fucking good. It’s about a family who move to a haunted house where the son gets killed and the father struggles to find out what happened and enlists the help of a pars psychologist and his daughter to get rid of whatever killed his son. Warning for child death.

#Alive

Korean zombie movie about a guy stuck in his apartment trying to survive the apocalypse.

Alice in Borderland

Japanese sci fi thriller that takes inspo from Alice in Wonderland about a gamer who enters an alternate reality where people play games to survive a la Squid Games.

Re/Member

Japanese time loop horror movie about high school students who get transported to their school at midnight and are forced to complete a task before they’re killed.

The Platform

Mexican horror movie about a prison set in a several hundred story tower where food comes down from a platform from the first floor and descends to feed the prisoners. The arrangement changes weekly, leading to days when the protagonist eats well or starves.

Space Sweepers

Korean sci fi movie about space scavengers who come upon a weapon and have to choose to turn it in or keep it.

Marianne

CANCELLED French horror show about an author who returns to her hometown along with her assistant when she gets a disturbing visit from an old friend. Yes, I know it’s been cancelled, but it was so good and made me fascinated about stuffed tomatoes.

Since Hollywood is on strike (take down the greedy studio bastards!) and I saw a post calling people to check out non-American media - let's start a rec list!

as far as I know these are on Netflix (I don't have any other streaming subscriptions at the moment so I can't rec anything from the others) and might be available online *elsewhere* with a little internet magic.

La casa de papel (also known as Money Heist) A group of criminals are robbing the Spanish Mint - chaos ensues. I think everyone and their grandmother has seen this by now but still. I loved this show - I stayed up until stupid o'clock because i HAD to know what was going to happen next and how they were going to get out of the shit they'd gotten themselves into. 5 seasons. La casa de las flores (also known as House of flowers) Think telenovelas/soap operas. It's unhinged, it's funny, it's a little queer (mlm and wlw). Long lost children, affairs, Big Family Secrets, drag queens - what more could you ask for?? 3 seasons, a special episode (la case de las flores el funeral), and a film (la casa de las flores la pelicula)

Anne+ (film + 1 of 2 seasons tv show - it originated as a webseries so the episodes are pretty short but Netflix deleted the second season) The life and loves of Anne - a queer millennial living in Amsterdam.

Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga Queer (wlw) Bollywood film. A friend recced it to me once. I had never watched a Bollywood film in my life, didn't know anything about the genre, but still enjoyed it. It's a drama. Don't go into this thinking it's the Hindi version of the L word though or you will be disappointed.

Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan Another queer (mlm) bollywood film my friend recced me. It's a little more "blatant" than the one I mentioned before (this one is from 2020, the other 2019) and it's more of a comedy This one is not on Netlfix - it used to be on Amazon prime but I don't know if it still is. I found it *elsewhere* though with better subtitles than on amazon.

Kalifat This is a Swedish show about a young girl getting pulled into the world of extremist Islam, a young mother who already is in the kalifat (and wants to leave) and a (female) journalist trying to help her. It's intense but really good - and kind of scary how easy it is fall down an extremist internet rabbit hole.

Meskina Dutch romantic comedy about a Dutch/Moroccan woman in her 30s who is still single and her family play matchmaker. Featuring one of the funniest women in the Netherlands (Soundos el Ahmadi - who is also a stand up comedian and her shows are on netflix too)

Isi & Ossi German romantic comedy film about a rich girl who wants to go to culinary school but her father won't let her, so she pretends to be in a relationship with a poor guy who is also a boxer to piss off her parents.

Family business Completely unhinged French comedy series about a guy who turns his family's butchershop into a shop that sells weed - because he heard weed was about to be legalised in France. Really funny - 3 seasons.

Lupin French crime/heist show - but from the POV of the thief. Based on/inspired by the Arsène Lupin books. With Omar Sy. IT'S SO GOOD! 2 seasons, season 3 coming in October.

Dirty Lines Dutch (kind of) comedy about a woman who takes a job at a sex phone line.

reblog and add your own!

[csmt]

Eu não quero ninguém, mas se você quiser, eu quero.

Jerry Smith e Márcia Fellipe

[umiarumi]

fucking three houses | prologue/claude von riegan

afab she/her reader, originally posted on my ao3, myukyu <3

Twirling my sword, an excited grin fell upon my face as I jogged alongside Dorte and Marianne. "Hah! Marie, ya think I can keep up your old steed's pace?" I asked excitedly, huffing slightly. The academy had really buffed your stamina, shit, enough to keep up with a damn horse.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I-um, don't strain yourself since we have nearly reached the monastery." She hesitantly called out, brow furrowing. I laughed it off, nodding as I slowed my pace to meet Raphael jogging, carrying a very unamused Lysithea.

"What's up, you two?" I asked, grinning. The behemoth of a man beamed back, motioning his head to the pouting smaller girl in his arms.

"Lysithea here was starting to struggle, so as a good big bro- I mean, uh, friend! As a good friend, I'm helping keep up!" He cheered, laughing.

"I'll remind you, you thoughtless fool, I am not a child! I am quite the opposite, now." Lysithea barked out at Raphael, folding her arms.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I missed these guys, and once we make it to the monastery... well, teach better have kept his promise and not died on us. ~~~~ ~~~~ PROLOGUE END ~~~~ ~~~~ "Ahh... now this one is gonna fill the spot, thanks, prof!" You cheered, excitedly flicking your eyes between your delicious meal of Beast Meat and your slightly concerned professor.

"That smell... it's amazing! My fav, in fact. Do you like it too?" Claude nodded with you, looking to Byleth out of curiousity. Easygoing, huh?

"I like it."

Usually, you'd laugh at your teacher's blunt speech, yet that meat was begging you to devour it and hey- who are you to deny its wishes? Being back at the monastery with your class and teacher as much as you'd loved being back in your home country, you had a soft spot for the Golden Deer. But five years had changed the lot of you, various glowups being noticed, by the way. Yet, Claude caught your attention the most. Which, being honest, wasn't out of the norm, hell, for anyone!

As you tore through your meat, you caught your former classmate stifling a chuckle at your pure ferocity.

"Oi! Got thomething to thay," You quickly swallowed. "What's so funny!?" You annoyedly accused, slamming a hand on the table. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Easy tiger! You just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed."

You felt your cheeks darken, clicking your tongue as you went back to your meal. "Smooth, dickhead..." You mumbled as your teacher let out a sigh at the two of youse antics. As you all continue to eat, a comfortable silence fell upon your trio.

"That aside, I am glad to see you also returning. I heard from Lorenz that you had disappeared for a while." Your teacher finally spoke, looking to you. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you let a crooked grin creep up your face.

"Funny you say that. How about yourself, five years asleep! Did any lucky gal or guy come to give you that awakening kiss~" You cooed, switching the topic onto him. You had no idea what you could say without getting yourself and Claude in an unknown amount of trouble.

He raised a brow at your dodging of the question but ultimately let it go. "I did not get kissed, no."

Claude piped up from his suspicious silence, leaning in to pester teach. "Ya sure? You were pretty popular back at the academy!" You snickered after this comment, nodding to egg him on.

"I believe we've finished the meal. I shall see the two of you later." He promptly stood up with his plate and cutlery, returning them to the kitchen before strutting off in his usual stern demeanour.

"Aw, we scared him off!" You jokingly whined, leaning onto Claude. Teasing your no-nonsense teacher was great since he's as clueless as Seteth with three times the patience.

"How will we ever apologise?" Claude moaned alongside you, resting his head on yours melodramatically. You tittered together before recovering and bringing your dirty dishes to the kitchen. Leaving the dining hall, you two walked in silence.

You walked with no aim for a while until Claude stopped. You turned to him, intrigued. Tilting your head, you asked him a question.

"Something up?"

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

"Nah, but I would like to ask you some things." He said, and the lack of a comedic tone set off a minor alarm in your brain. You were no stranger to his inquisitive nature, having known him for a good portion of your life. Yet, you had a feeling this related to before. Even Claude wasn't aware of your whereabouts.

"Sure thing, here?" You asked, folding your arms defensively.

"No... let's go somewhere more private." He said, walking off. You jumped, quickly following him.

~~~~

Following Claude up the spiralling stairs of the Goddess tower was quick, that you could confirm. Nearly stumbling over your steps as he transcended so damn fast, you couldn't even call out for him to slow the hell down.

As you finally made it to the top, avoiding the rubble which had gathered after the battle at the monastery, you had leant against the wall, quickly regaining your breath. Yet as soon as you blinked, Claude seemed to have moved from the centre of the room to a few inches away from your face.

"C-Claude! What the hell...?" You jumped, backing fully up against the cold, stone wall. Feeling the cool stones against your back, you shivered as your former leader stared at you.

"Answer teach's question for me, friend? Where were you while we were stopping the whole damn alliance from being chipped away by the Empire?" He asked, frustrated. He took a step towards you.

You gulped, shaking your head as your eyes darted around the tower, looking everywhere but him.

"That's not the answer I was looking for, (Y/N)."

Your breath hitched as he grabbed your chin to look you in the eyes. His voice lowered, a conflicted emotion on his face. A crooked grin tugged at his lips and yet his brows were furrowed, annoyed.

||Translation: فاک - Fuck||

"I-I was in Almyra!" You yelped, quickly realising what you said as you cursed under your breath, "فاک..." You hissed, embarrassed.

"First, you avoid our questions..." Claude listed, cruelly running his thumb across your lip. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes finally set on his figure.

"Second, you leave us... breaking our promise," He continued, striking your heart where it hurts.

You bit your lip, eyeing him as he let his hand drop to your shoulder. He pushed you further against the wall. You shivered, yet not from the freezing stone this time.

"I-I... even you said you had no attachment to Fodlan! I thought you wouldn't..." You trailed off, searching for an excuse.

"Everyone thought you died! I thought you died! And yet..." His voice rose, yet less out of anger. He finally brought his face to your extremely red own.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, finally..." You stiffened, knowing what he was going to bring up.

"Leaving me hanging."

Before you all reunited, you had made a short trip into Fodlan to grasp the situation. Yet, your undercover mission soon became an open one as a fateful night in Derdriu occurred.

~~~~

It was a warm evening the night you had made it into the lively streets of the city. Even after the effects of war, the city still seemed to bustle. Unassumedly passing by citizens happily talking, you looked for any Knights of Seiros stationed nearby or even members of the Leicester military. Noticing a particular armoured woman, you tapped her shoulder.

She turned, giving you a pleasant smile. "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

You nodded, playing with the sides of your bodice. "I live a while from the military posts, so could you please tell me... um, how is the war going?" Embarrassed, she laughed softly before explaining.

However, you were unaware of a keen eye watching you. The familiar bobbing of unruly hair, gleaning of sun-kissed skin tied in with a confident stance clued Claude onto just who it was he saw. He waited patiently behind market stalls, keeping an eye on you as you bid the woman goodbye. And oh-so luckily for him, you headed his way.

You passed by him, oblivious to the archer's presence. A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt, your hand reaching to the hilt of your sword. Whipping around, your eyes soon met the green ones of a certain Alliance leader.

"C-Claude!?" You shrieked, hand still cautiously resting on your sword, unsure if he would take well to your sudden appearance.

"So you decided to show up, huh?" He remarked, and if you knew him any less you'd think that easygoing smile meant he was happy. But that smile never reached his eyes.

Yet, despite his obvious inner conflict, you expelled a breath as he pulled you into a hug. You soon wrapped your arms around him. It had been four years since you left after Edelgard and her forces attacked. You felt his grip loosen as he rose a hand to your chin, that oh-so teasing thumb brushing against your lip.

"May I?" He muttered, and in response, you leant into him, lips locking. What started innocently quickly grew messy and needy, your lips growing red.

As you pulled back, you felt the hard pressure as your fronts brushed together. You blushed before turning your head away.

"I'm sorry Claude, I have to go." You muttered solemnly, pulling yourself together.

"Wait, what? Showing up randomly after four years and then blue-balling me?" He teased yet yearningly reached out his hand.

"I promise, I will return and finish what I started!" You called out, running off into the night.

~~~~

Your face grew hot at the memory. Shuffling nervously, you looked into his eyes.

"Then, will you finish what we started, miss?" He asked, running a hand across your face.

Inhaling, you nodded and answered him. "Yes... please."

With your consent, he pushed himself against you, lips squishing as he brought you upon his own. He soon ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission.

You parted them quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as your tongue danced with his. He began to unclasp your armour as you shifted to help them come off easier.

Before you knew it, you had both shed to your undergarments, all knowledge of this being an open area quickly leaving your mind.

His hands reached behind your back to fiddle with your bra for a few moments, soon letting it fall to the cold, stone ground. His eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples perk from a mix of the cold air in the Goddess Tower and the heat of the situation.

Quickly, his hands began to fondle and grope your tits, your hand slapping on your mouth as to not alert any patrolling guards.

"These really are great. Your armour disguises you, a good thing that is since you'd probably take a few hits otherwise." He commented cheekily, observing your tightly shut eyes and fluttering breaths.

God, he'd tease you even now!?

One of the hands dropped from your breast, the other continuing to squeeze and roll it like wet clay. The forgotten breast soon regained heat as the scruffy head of the brunette quickly moved to suckle on your aching nipple, causing you to let out a quick yelp.

"How cute." He mumbled into your tit, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver up your spine. Whilst you were focused on the pleasure at your chest, your throbbing cunt soon found a welcoming hand cupping it through your underwear.

"Soaked! Were you wanting this all along? Hah! Pretty slutty for an Almyran warrior." He cooed, fingers running against your clothed slit.

"A-ah... fuck you!" You hissed, deciding on paying back the offer. Your free hand reached down to cup his hidden boner, hand rubbing slowly.

"Ffffuck... fine, you want to do it right here, against this wall sweetheart?" He asked, grinning.

You nodded brashly, slipping out of your drenched underwear. He too shed his remaining clothes and your lips locked in a short kiss before he pulled away.

Grabbing onto your thighs, he lifted you as you hooked your legs around him. Pushing you against the wall, he angled his dick at your pussy. Rubbing slowly, teasingly. The two of you groaned, as finally, he stuck his dick in your needy cunt.

You gasped, feeling it stretch you out, slowly, inch by inch. Bottoming out, the two of you stilled for a moment, catching your breaths. Once you adjusted, signalling him with a nod, he pulled out to the tip, before slamming back in. You moaned unabashedly, eyes fluttering open to see Claude's face scrunch up.

He looked up to you coyly, smirking. "Do you want all of the monastery to find us? Would you like them to see you like this?" Your breath hitched.

"Sweating, being fucked against a wall by your former leader? After five long years, you decide to help." He hissed, continuing to thrust as you gasped with each thrust.

The fulfilling feeling of Claude's dick rubbing against your inner walls gradually inched you to your orgasm, the added brushing of fronts stimulating your clit.

"I could get used to this, you'll really help the war efforts this way. Those poor, exhausted knights who you could've helped. A nice cocksleeve like you, you'll do more by getting fucked than you have the past years." He grunted, venting his frustrations.

Yet, despite all the guilt you should've felt, it only made the aching buzz of your clit all the more stronger.

Your cunt spasmed with each thrust, the routine rubbing and brushing working you towards your end as you felt Claude's dick shudder every time he bottomed out.

"Maybe you could motivate Ignatz? He'd be shy though, but a girl so open like you would be perfect for that." He mumbled, watching your face darken.

"Or Raphael? He could use you as training. You'd be spent by the time he was even finishing, yet a slut like you would be okay with that, right?"

His dick continued to twitch in your pussy, your walls clamping around his cock like a vice. Fluttering as you were so close to your end.

"Shit... even Lorenz... he could use you as practice for his- ngh, noble duties!" He choked out a laugh, breath stuttering.

"But I think I like you best as my little runaway slut, yeah? You fit so well on my cock!" He emphasised the last word with a sharp thrust, your walls clamping shut on his cock, your head hitting the wall as you moaned in ecstasy.

He quickly pulled out, dick spurting ropes of cum on your chest and stomach. As you both caught your breath, you caught Claude smiling at you.

"It's good to have you back, my friend."

[la-paritalienne]

hi. I don't know if you are still around but I remember you live at Paris and I'm going soon for a few days do you have any must go places or avoid ones ? some restaurants that are not too expensive? or places to stay?? please! thank you so much ❤️

Hiii! I am still around, a little less bc of work but so happy to see this :”)

I wouldn’t say there is an area to avoid completely, except for hanging around train stations at night and maybe being alone in the Clichy/Pigalle area (again, especially at night), also be safe on the Champs Elysées (shoplifting can be frequent, especially if crowded).

Go to places:

💞 the Marais, with place des Vosges, rue des Rosiers, rue Sainte croix de la Bretonnerie (gay area🌈) Centre Pompidou.

💞 the Seine:

- on that same side (from the Saint Paul metro station, just head toward the river and descend on the riverside, then walk in the direction on the Louvre – it’s especially lively at this time of the year, plus there’s nice boat-bars to have a glass and some fries on!)

- on the other side, check out the « Jardins Tino Rossi », where people dance on platforms that end directly in the river (especially on weekends!), it’s magical.

💞 parcs, there is a lot of them and all are lovely (Jardins du Luxembourg, jardin des plantes, Tuileries…), dont be surprised to see people tanning as if it was the seaside!

💞 Canal Saint Martin

💞 EDIT: if you love fashion, do consider visiting La Galerie Dior, better to prebook your tickets (free for students if I’m not mistaken). I swear it’s magical, and even the shop just next to it – 30 avenue Montaigne – is worth a visit, if the queue outside is not insane. It’s not your usual luxury shop !!

Then all the classics, you’ll choose according to your must sees, but these are my fave areas, especially in summer, and not super touristy ;))

To eat:

- chez Pradel (esp. the Bastille one)

- café des Anges

and in general most places in the Bastille area / rue de Charonne are very good and not particularly expensive, for typical French food, eg burgers and tartare w very delicious fries.

Also chez Gladines, you’ll find a lot of these in many cute areas (food’s not exactly summery, but very good)

Rue des rosiers again, for Mediterranean / middle eastern food (lots of places, I’d say try a falafel or chez Marianne).

Then really, get inspired by your surroundings, there’s a lot of different options, Lebanese restaurants are usually quite good, same goes for viet and Thai… rue sainte Anne (behind the Louvre) for real genuine Japanese food…

Hope I was of help, let me know✨✨✨✨ and enjoy!! 🥰

[mrbrwnstone]

from young girls in the shadow of a possible first love to grown women seeking healing and staying together, with a quick stop to awkward collegemates, harper and marianne surely have gone through a lot since september 15th, 2011, also known as the day that they met each other for the first time. things have changed and so have them, but that sweet feeling of their first summer together remains. we will be playing so long, marianne in courtney barnett’s version all day long today. ( @hostsonatcn )

had i been born good with words, i probably wouldn't have chosen to dedicate my whole life to studying math. once again, you unconsciously push me out of my comfort zone, being the only person in this world that i could write a whole memoir to without feeling obnoxious about it. of course, the occasion couldn’t be any more important: our tenth anniversary. who would’ve thought this would happen, right? totally unpredictable. we may have spent most of those ten years apart but that can’t stop us from celebrating our very own day (and also the only one that we have. it happens to the best of us).

i love you. that’s obvious, but i also love saying it whenever i have the opportunity. the way that you insist in saying the most absurd things just to laught at me (and the way that i always believe because why wouldn’t i? that’s what i get for being such a good wife), the way that you always come to my office with fruit to remind me to eat, the way that you accepted to marry me after three months of reconnecting, the way that you still stand to listen to the same mitski songs all over again every day and let me control the radio — just thinking about those make me smile. moving to france and graduating here was never a plan of mine, but now i can not see it happening other way. as cliché and corny it may sound, i never really had felt at home before our little sanctuary, just us and our cursed cat child, surrounded only by plants and away from everyone else.

can’t wait for our next days, can’t wait to see us falling into our own boring couple routine, can’t wait to keep being your boring wife. there are still so many wonderful things waiting for us in the future, and i love knowing that we will be together for those. particularly waiting for your oscar nomination (though i’d much more prefer going to cannes or venice, both suit you better), actually. what i’m trying to say is thay i love you, darling, and i want more ten years (multiplied by more ten years) with you. can’t even imagine being with someone, and fortunately i don’t have to. for me, there’s only you.

[mxmisc]

[ ONE PIECE OC ]

Author's Notes: Repost for the new account!

CHARLOTTE MARIA

Currently known by the epithet WHITE GHOST : ASSASSIN MARIA or SHIROI YŪREI : ASASHIN MARIA is the 19th son and the 33rd child of the Charlotte Family, defected from vis lineage at the age of 16 to pursue vis own pirate career. Ve is a well known freelance assassin in the underground business with a bounty of 700 000 000 B on vis head. The assassin's 'face' frequent in GLMagazines and it is suspected that the outlaw has some connection to the LSC

IRL FACECLAIM: Nalinthip Sakulongumpai

2D FACECLAIMS: Veil the illutration book by KOTTERI (1st & 4th fc), Heaven and Hell's Romance OC by Yashiro Nanaco/Nanaco846 (2nd and 5th fc) Vivian by Demian Asche (3rd & 6th fc)

 

━━━ STATISTICS ¡!

 

ROMANIZED NAME: Shārotto Maria

ENGLISH NAME: Charlotte Maria

AFFILIATIONS: Charlotte Family : Big Mom Pirates (former; defected), Fire Tanks Pirates : Rolling Pirates (alliance), Straw Hat Pirates (alliance; post Wano arc), Lawless Sky Company (LSC's owner and former CEO)

OCCUPATIONS: freelance assassin, pirate - bounty hunter(?), professional chef, GLmagazines model, actor, assistant designer

RESIDENCE: Whole Cake : Cacao Island (former)

EPITHET: White Ghost : Assassin Maria (Shiroi Yūrei : Asashin Maria)

STATUS: Alive

AGE: 34 years old (pre-TS), 36 years old (post-TS)

BIRTHDAY: February 14th, Aquarius (Valentine's day)

HEIGHT: 360 cm (11'8")

BLOOD TYPE: XF

BOUNTY: 70, 000, 000 B (first bounty); 700, 000, 000 B (post Whole Cake Island arc); 1, 200, 000, 000 B (post Wano arc)

 

━━━ DEVIL FRUIT ¡!

 

ENGLISH NAME: Mitsu Mitsu no Mi

MEANING: Honey Honey Fuit

TYPE: `Special` Paramecia

 

   IDENTIFICATIONS ¡!

 

FULL NAME: Charlotte Maria | formerly Ganache, during one of vis earlier days assassination mission, ve had taken up the name Marianne as an undercover identity to attend a needed ball for the job. This continued on for any high class undercover related missions that when ve finally was noticed by the WG, vis wanted poster taken up the name Mariah. Not being very attached to vis birth name, ve took this as an opportunity to change vis name and had been going by Maria since.

BIRTH NAME: Charlotte Ganache

NOTABLE NICKNAMES: Maria White, Marianne, Mariah, Merry

NOTABLE ALIASES: White Ghost/Shiroi Yūrei | this `official` alias was taken from witnesses' descriptions of Maria as ve often dorn a minimalistic white aesthetic

CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: 34 years old (pre-TS), 38 years old (post-TS)

BIRTH-DATE & SIGN: February 14th, Aquarius

SEX: assigned male at birth

ORIENTATIONS: cupioromantic, homosexual

GENDERS & PRONOUNS: queer, ve/he/they

SPECIES & RACES: hybrid (third eye tribe/human)

ETHNICITIES & NATIONALITIES: Grandline-South blue, Whole Cake Island (former; defected) / [irl] French-South Korean, Thai

 

   APPEARANCE ¡!

 

GENERAL APPEARANCE: Maria stood at the height of 360 cm (11'8"). Ve has full lips, often seen with a light tint of pink gloss, a set of three big round eyes, red in color and blond long wavy hair reaching the middle of vis back, the ends curled up in rolls and put up in a loose bun. Ve has a pale complexion, and although it tanned easily ve appeared lighter in color, with a lanky yet fairly muscular build, it made up for the disproportional height with wide shoulders and broad chest as they provided a nice balance. Although Maria wasn't big on body building, with vis profession of choice and the sea that ve chose to travel in did require ver to keep up with vis training. Ve has a strong lower body strength as vis fighting style relied heavily on ver gymnastics capabilities.

BODY MODIFICATIONS: [ear] 3× upper helix, 2× forward helix, 2× lobe, high lobe, conch, daith, tragus, industrial, [face] third eye, septum, septril, snake bites, [body] 2× nipples, nape | Maria wore them selectively depending on their choice of attires.

GENERAL WARDROBE: Maria has a wide varieties of clothings, being a fashionista. Though ve tended to favours minimalistic appearances and usually donned jumpsuits or those appearing of similar fashion. Alongside Charlotte Armande, Maria wore a large floppy straw hat with an all white jump suit, wasit bag attached themselves with kitchen utensils, a swordstick (or a white umbrella sword) performing as a cane and multiple smaller knifes straped to their body which was the White Ghost : Assassin Maria look.

AESTHETICS: minimalistic white

 

   CHARACTERISTICS ¡!

 

GENERAL PERSONALITY: Maria is a flamboyant man who dons multiple faces, professionally. As an assassin, it is a requirement and as an actor, ve relishes in the experiences. However, Maria is much more of a transparent person than one might have expected from someone who largely took on undercover missions. Though most of vis traits went lost in translations when one cannot decipher the truth within the poker faces. Many would be in agreement however, that Maria is a confident man with enough charisma exuding a captivating and reliable presence. Maria has a largely romanticized view on life and lives keen to those of obsessed artists. Those more extreme traits came off as unnerving to many, when Maria could have the brightest of smiles during the darkest of times. Though it is theorized that perhaps Maria put on such a daunting act towards those ve did not like (or were neutral) to cause commotions knowing the negativity it sparks, out of boredom (and for amusements). In spite of the many unsavoury traits that might have suggested otherwise, Maria is a highly perspective person and can read the atmosphere well (expected of assassins), and knew of limits and boundaries. Though if ve might respect them however was a different story.

NOTABLE TRAITS: [+] captivating and charismatic, confident and courageous, freethinking and creative, good natured and honorable, [=] abrupt and impulsive, extreme and crafty, obsessive and self indulgent, [-] perfectionist and self critical, abrasive and argumentative, irritable and reactive

NOTABLE LIKES: arts and crafts, fashion and designs, color theory and clothings/fabric patterns, cultural dishes and their histories, the knife work of preparing meats and fishes, the local street markets and their veggies and fruits

NOTABLE DISLIKES: unhygienic behaviors and/or environment (especially in food industry), unethical and immoral practices in businesses, the statement "customer is always right", general disrespect for identities, oily skin and sweaty body, nail cutters and breaking nails

HOBBIES / OBSESSIONS: cooking and baking/spending times in the kitchen, tea time gossiping hours, therapeutic shopping, hoarding kitchen utilities/jewelries/make ups/nail polishes etc.,

PETPEEVES / PHOBIAS: unhygienic environment and lack of general manners/respect, snappy personalities and know-it-all people, entomophobia

 

   LIFESTYLES ¡!

 

EDUCATIONS: apprenticed under Chef Zeff

NOTABLE OCCUPATIONS: freelance assassin, pirate - bounty hunter(?), professional chef, GLmagazines model, actor, assistant designer

NOTABLE LOCATIONS: East Blue : Baratie (former apprentice chef, frequent customer), Grandline (frequented sea)

 

   HEALTH ¡!

 

PHYSICAL HEALTH: normal | [genetic disorder] Maria has retinitis pigmentosa (RP), a genetic disorder of the eyes that causes loss of vision. As this is a genetic disorder it was passed down from vis grandmother whom went completely blind at the age of 34. Maria was diagnosed at the age of 14 and was told that ve will completely loses vis eye sight by the time ve is 23 which was 15 years ago, [internal complications] horrible respiratory system

MENTAL HEALTH: as healthy as a someone regularly sailing across Grandline | complicated PTSD, OCD (cleaning and contamination, tics)

DIET OVERVIEW: very healthy | Maria, as a chef and a beautician, priorities good health to a good degree (though not enough to quit smoking)

NOTABLE ALLERGIES: none

SOCIAL HEALTH: healthy

SMOKES: ✔ | Maria is a chainsmoker.

DRINKS: ✔ | Maria has a preference for tequila.

DRUGS: ✔ | Maria has a complicated relationship with drugs, mainly ve had been trying on giving them up ever since ve had started. It was successful, to an extent.

 

   RELATIONSHIPS ¡!

 

FAMILY

CHARLOTTE LINLIN

Maria appears to have no connections to her mother, having been raised by vis half-siblings, the snake-neck hybrid quadruplet sisters. Ve showed neither strong loyalty nor any hard feelings regarding Linlin, holding a neutral ground. Though it was noted that Maria (then Ganache) was a fairly obedient child, carrying out any missions provided with a precision of a natural born assassin. Thus was why Linlin quickly took a notice of ver and sent ver off to more outside and quite dangerous missions. It came as a surprise for the family when Maria had run away, easily so as ve had escaped during a mission, that most thought ver lost or dead not willingly run away. When questioned of vis thoughts on Linlin, Maria said she was an overgrown child, unworthy of many vis siblings' loyalties.

SIBLINGS

Unlike with Linlin, Maria is shown to be the closest to many of vis half-siblings and held memories of them together close to vis heart. Maria is the closest to the long-neck hybrid quadruplets sisters, seeing as ve was mainly raised by them. Ve was especially closed to Amande and Hacheé and took many of their traits as inspirations, be it their fashion or usage of long swords. Maria was also close to the eldest triplets brothers and the longled hybrid triplets sisters, having gone on many missions with them together and have had babysitted Chiffon and Lola for a short while alongside Brûlée. Charlotte Marble and Charlotte Raisin were the closest to what Maria felt to be parental love, though having only raised them till 2, ve left them each weapons, twin pistols and a swordstick, both of which were Maria's former weapons. During the while that Maria was reunited with both Chiffon and Lola, ve learnt of Pudding's existence and was seen distraughted at the thought that vis half-sister was only conceived into the family due to Maria's disappearance. Though both Chiffon and Lola argued that vis blindness might have resulted in Pudding had ve stayed.

 

FRIENDS

Dandelion Andersson

Dandelion, or Dante as Maria called them, is a long time friend and partner of ver, having first met during a joint assassination mission. They had been partners in crimes since. Little is a known about Dante as they hadn't been shown aside from a shadowed silhouette when Maria called them through the Den Den Mushi to apologise for standing up to their long-awaited date on Baratie as ve had a `slight errand` to get to and asked to meet back up at the newly rebuilt Dressrosa on a later date. Dente was understandably upset.

Zeff and Baratie staffs

Maria was a former apprentice chef to owner Zeff, having served at Baratie for three years since its opening and had been a regular since. During the Whole Cake Island arc, having heard rumors of Germa soldiers arriving in East Blue while holding Sanji's `Only Alive` wanted poster, Maria took it upon verself to contact vis friend Dante and set up a date on Baratie for security measures. Maria left the Baratie before Dante could arrive however, seeing the World Economy Newspaper with a new goal of catching up to Sanji at long last, taking along with ver was a souvenir from Zeff and `well wishes` from other staffs for Sanji.

Black-leg Sanji

Maria saw Sanji in a little brother light, finding joy in teasing the flustered younger boy whom mistaken ver for a woman, ve had never corrected the misconception. During Whole Cake Island arc, Maria was seen holding Sanji's `Only Alive` poster while riding off to Baratie, reminiscing their memories to Zeff and the staffs. By the end of Levely arc, Maria sailed away from Baratie with a souvenir from Zeff to catch up with Sanji after having read the World Economy Newspaper.

Morgans

Maria mentioned knowing and hinted at being on good terms with Morgans while reading the World Economy Newspaper.

 

ALLIES

Fire Tanks Pirates : Rolling Pirates

Maria met up with the Fire Tanks Pirates during while travelling to Wano, catching up with Chiffon and Lola in the process. Ve congratulated on Lola's marriage while bonding with vis in-laws through cooking and cooing over vis nephew. Ve left their ship, taking with ver a group family photograph and in good mood.

Strawhat Pirates

[ will came back to edit them after Wano arc ]

 

ENEMIES

Big Mom Pirates

Though Maria did not see vis siblings in a negative light, ve has said that so long as Big Mom still led the pirates, ve cannot called them family nor allies.

World Government

Maria implied vis distaste for the World Government while reading Whole Economy Newspaper.

 

   POWERS & ABILITIES ¡!

 

Charlotte Maria has a considerable power and reputation as one of the few successful underground solo artist, precise at their crafts and equally has an incredible financial backing for a hidden LSC owner alongside valuable connections in both worlds. Ve is a highly sorted-out professional in the market with a value one paid by amusing them.

STRENGTH・A+

DEXTERITY・A+

CONSTITUTION・B-

INTELLIGENCE・S*

WISDOM・A+

CHARISMA・A-

PHYSICAL CAPABILITIES: A- | Maria is a well trained gymnast and a leg-based martial artist, while also having a typical One Piece heavty endurance. However, Maria is not an extremely experienced melee fighter nor is ver made for drawn out close combats (though vis abilities were brilliant for an assassin).

MENTAL CAPABILITIES: A- | It is more likely for Maria to provoke other than be provoked though it is not out of the realm of possibilities. Maria can lost vis known cool when certain triggers are pushed. Disrespect for foods, lazy and underserved arrogance, and ruining of their clothings are some of them

MAGICKAL CAPABILITIES: none

DEVIL FRUIT: Mitsu Mitsu no Mi/Honey Honey Fruit | Maria ate the Mitsu Mitsu no Mi, a special-Paramecia type devil fruit that allows ver to create, control and transform into honey at will. Combined with Maria's skills in culinary and vis creative self, ve uses vis powers to an advantage and is extremely versitile in vis usage. Maria is an awakened devil fruit user, thus was able to transform nearby inanimate objects into honey and gain some abilities to control certain temperatures of the honey itself, hardening and melting them at will though it is noted that it takes a lot out of Maria's stamina to do so.

HAKI: Busoshoku Haki, Kenbunshoku Haki | Maria is a proficiant user of the Kenbunshoku Haki being a gunner and sometimes a sniper while is relatively average at Busoshoku Haki.

WEAPONRY & RELICS: guns, knifes, swords | Maria is an extremely capable marksman with a 100% precision in both gunning and swordsmanship. Ve carried around a couple of knifes in vis waist bags and two rifles strapped onto vis leg. Ve also has either a swordstick or umbrella sword that ve used as both a weapon and a cane

 

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Author's Notes: I got very lazy at the end... Maria was supposed to be my older Pudding/Sanji love child but then headcanoning went out of hand and this gigantic shit came up. Ve was originally supposed to have Mushi Mushi no Mi : Moderu Ga (Insect Insect Fruit : Model Moth) but then the picture of ver melting into honey popped into my mind and I went *snap fingers* yep, that's the one!, so I did last minutes changes. I haven't went back to edit anything yet and English is my third language so please don't mind the mistakes 8,-)

[ayellowcurtain]

Top 5 Tv Couples

1 - Isak x Even (Skam)

2 - Marianne x Connell (Normal People)

3 - Isa x Kes (Skam NL)

4 - Thais Araujo x Lazaro Ramos (for the brazilians! And these are real people but you get the idea)

5 - that couple that buys old houses and make them look pretty

[illeee-girl]

La La(chimolala) Land Chapter Thirteen: The Confession from Your Lips

jimin x reader genre: fluff (but it gets pretty dang meaningful here, sorry not sorry) word count: 2.25k warnings: none

[Inspired by La La Land]

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You’d hung up your apron at the coffee shop that Monday morning for the last time.

Production on Red Writer began almost immediately. The independent film studio who'd bought it was new, but had plenty of resources, and wanted to get the film out within the next year. Casting went by smoothly—you found the perfect Marianne, and the perfect Sam—and filming began just two months after your pitch. You’d perfected the screenplay with a table of the studio’s on-hand writers, and nothing had been so exhilarating. Those days of revising and reworking scene after scene . . . they’d been the stuff of dreams. The first installment for the screenplay came in sooner than you’d hoped, and you moved up to Burbank to be closer to the set. Sad as you were to leave Jess, Rachel, and Diana for a tiny studio apartment of your own, they constantly came to visit, so it felt like you’d never stopped being roommates.

You and Jimin hadn’t stopped talking, per say, since your late-night, poolside, deep conversation. (For the record, you would never let go of anyone who would have a late-night, poolside, deep conversation with you.) But you’d been busy—busier than you’d ever been—and he’d left for Seoul to a round of promotional interviews and TV spots for the band’s latest album. After that, he’d be in Tokyo for a few weeks to do the same. Those sweet six months he’d promised to you that day on the pier had gone by in the blink of an eye. More and more, it began to seem like your schedule wasn’t the only wrench in Jimin’s dream of domestic bliss. BTS was only getting bigger—and there was no way he could leave.

October came. You were caught in the pressure-filled realm of wrapping up filming, and Jimin was still in Asia. FaceTimes turned into phone calls, phone calls into texts. “Good morning” and “Good night” turned into “How has the past week been?” It’s just the time difference, you told yourself. That, and he’s so impossibly busy. You’d message the boys whenever you thought of them, and they’d message back. “How’s Jimi?” You’d ask. “He’s doing fine,” they'd respond. “Just exhausted. In love with you as much as ever, I promise.”

But doubts crept in, deadlines piled up, and before you knew it, you were about ready to give up.

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“Hey, it’s me,” you leave a message on his phone one evening. “I’m walking through Little Tokyo. We just finished one of the last scenes on our list. It’s all going really well. But I’m exhausted. At least I have a car now, so I don’t have to take the metro. But now I have to sit in LA traffic all the time. I don’t know which is worse. I’ve heard the traffic in Seoul is pretty bad too . . . I’m rambling. I’m sorry. I’m just . . . I miss you. Call me when you get this. If you even bother to listen to it. At this point, I’m not sure I care anymore.”

You climb in your Prius, sit in traffic on the 101, and spend the entire drive wishing that you could have the past summer back. Those days with warm breezes and frozen treats . . . holding his hand, listening to his voice . . .

But now, you assure yourself, I’m more successful. I have some money. I have a much better job—the one I’d been dreaming about for ages. My movie is finally being made. Something I wrote is going to make it on screen. People are going to see it. Some are going to like it. A few are going to love it. When I go home for Thanksgiving this year, I won’t have more disappointing news for Mom and Dad. Not anymore.

So why do I yearn for the past?

After a quick shower and some leftover Thai takeout for dinner, you sit down to watch your next episode of Crash Landing on You.

“There’s an old Indian proverb,” says Son Ye-jin, in the form of character Yoon Se-ri, “that says, ‘Sometimes, the wrong train takes you to the right station.’”

I’ve got to jot that down. That’s good stuff. You grab your notebook from your side table. It’s already littered with quotes and notes and ideas. You find a clean page and write down the k-drama heroine’s words—but not before you flip through your notes from that day in the hills. The day you’d gone up to watch BTS film that music video for “research.” The first day you’d heard Jimin sing.

I can’t imagine a sound clearer, a voice more beautiful, you’d written. It’s a voice with the power to caress you gently, to bring you to tears, to take you to places unexplored. The pure emotion he puts into it is unparalleled.

Your fingers dig into the fibers of your couch. You have to pause the TV—tears are starting to gather in the bottoms of your eyes, and you can’t read the subtitles.

You miss hearing him sing. He was always singing, always dancing, no matter where you went. You lean back into the couch, and a memory appears behind your eyelids. Jimin taking you to Urban Light, humming “I Could Have Danced All Night” from My Fair Lady while weaving between the lampposts. “Come ‘ere, my Eliza,” he’d begged, goofy as ever. “Dance with me.” “We both know very well that I’m the Henry Higgins in this relationship,” you’d said, but you’d spun into his arms anyway. “I could have danced all night,” he’d begun singing, “I could have danced all night, and still have begged for more.” “Shh, Jimin, we’re out in public. Someone might recognize your voice.” “I could have spread my wings, and done a thousand things, I’ve never done before.” He’d continued, unabashed, light of every variety gathering in his dark eyes.

You’d fussed at him then. You’d tried to get him to shut up. Getting caught dancing with a girl—well, the fans would’ve been talking about it for months on end. But now, sitting alone in your little apartment . . .

“I’ll never know what made it so exciting,” you begin, your voice raspy, vocal chords raw from the tears you’d shed, “Why all at once my heart took flight.” The words come out slowly, painfully. “I only know when he began to dance with me . . .”

“I could have danced, danced, danced, all night.”  

It takes you a few moments to realize that you did not sing that last line alone.

You stand up.

You wipe your eyes.

You look around.

You cross over to your front door.

Behind it stands a tear-stained face (complete with puffy lips and eyelids), a messy head full of hair, and, as ever, an impeccably dressed body.

“Jagi, I’m so sorry—” he begins to weep.

But his apology isn’t able to come to fruition. You stop it with a kiss: deeper and firmer and stronger than ever before. You grab the fibers of his sweater and breathe him in. It’s like coming up for air after spending months underwater.

“Shh, shhh,” you soothe him, smoothing his unkempt hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re here now.”

“But I just can’t—”

You kiss him again, right there in the hallway, refusing to listen to him berate himself.

“So I take it you missed me.”

“I take it you haven’t lost your cheekiness.”

“Never.”

You pull him inside, and when the door closes behind you, he slaps his hand against it in full kabedon style, trapping you against it. You expect a kiss, but he just says:

“This is so stupid.”

You begin to worry. “What is?”

“This. Us. Our lives keeping us apart,” he laments, hanging his head. “I mean, I’m grateful that the band grew to be so successful. I will always be grateful for that. I wouldn’t trade my hyungs, or our fans, for the world.” Now, he brings his forehead to rest on yours. “But I want to be with you,” he murmurs, big tears beginning to roll down his round cheeks.

You wipe them away as they fall. “I want to be with you, too,” you say. “Things are just . . . complicated right now. For both of us.”

“I don’t want you to feel guilty for pursuing your dream, Jagiya,” he holds your hand in his. “You’re not the one who left LA. You’re not the one who grew to be so bad at communicating. That’s all on me.” More tears fall. “It’s all on me.”

“It absolutely isn’t. I knew you’d have to leave sometime.”

“And I knew that, too.” He rubs his eyes. “It just frustrates me to no end.”

“I know, baby.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “You’ve never called me that before.”

You shrug. “I thought I’d add it to the already extensive list of your nicknames.”

He hugs you tight. “I’ve missed you so much.” He lets you go after a few minutes and starts pacing the room, a look of intensity painted on his face. “Jagi.”

“Mm-hmm?”

“You’ve seen La La Land, right?”

“We’ve watched it together eight times, Jiminie. It’s kind of our thing.”

“Right. Well, you know when Mia walks in to the apartment and Sebastian’s there and he’s cooking her dinner and she’s so glad to see him but then they sit down and realize everything’s falling apart because their dreams are pulling them apart and long distance is just too hard and so even though they both get what they wanted they don’t get what they wanted?”

He’s rambling—which means he’s nervous. But I am, too. “You mean, they prioritize their dreams over each other, so they end up apart?” You respond as calmly as you can.

“Yes. Gosh, you’re so much better with words than I am.”

“And you’re so much better at singing than I am, as evinced by our impromptu duet a minute ago—which I loved, by the way.”

He smiles. “Don’t distract me with compliments. Don’t get all cute on me now. I’m on the cusp of something good.” His mind is clearly hard at work.

Yours is too. “Something that’ll fix our problem?”

“Yes. I think so. Anyway, so you know how they both get what they want in the end but they don’t get each other even though they really wanted each other?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I’ve always thought that was so stupid. I mean, good writing, to be sure. It’s realistic—I’m sure it happens to people all the time. It’s a common thing: having to choose between the person you love and the thing you love to do. But I refuse to choose between you and the band.”

A million thoughts race through your head. “Do you . . .” it’s as if the kitchen lights begin to dim around him—as if he is the only thing illuminated in your vision. “Do you love me, Jimin?” You ask, wringing your hands nervously.

Finally, he stops pacing. “Isn’t it obvious?”

The vignette around him intensifies as you respond, “Well, it’s just, you’ve never said it in so many words.”

“Neither have you, and you’re actually good at words.”

You laugh. “Fair. But I’m usually not too good at them when it comes to this.”

Silence ensues for a few moments.

Then he speaks: “Wait, do you . . . do you not love me? Because if you don’t, then the plan I’ve been forming in my head all falls apart.”

You giggle, burying your face in your oversized t-shirt.

“What is it?" A look of worry attaches to his face. “What’s so funny?”

“I just . . .” more laughter comes out. Why are you like this? Stop giggling so much! “I love that you’re creating a plan in your head right now. And I love that you flew all the way here to see me. I love that, instead of simply knocking on my door, you heard me singing and decided to join in for the last line. I love that you’ve treated me like a queen, even though we both know I’m—as Henry Higgins would say—a ‘guttersnipe,’ compared to you. I love that you get concerned over every little thing, and that nothing—not even all this time we’ve spent apart—has killed your feelings for me. I love you, Jiminie. I love, love, love you. As Beatrice in Much Ado About Nothing would say, ‘I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.’”

He crosses the room with the eagerness and speed of a famished fire eager to expand. His lips are on yours before you can take a breath to prepare yourself, and the kiss only leaves you more bewitched than you were before. His hands hold your head as if it were the most valuable diamond in all the world; his enchanting softness and brazen attention make you feel priceless. The ground beneath your feet seems to melt, but he catches you.

This kiss says, genuinely and shamelessly: I love you, Y/N. There can be no doubt of that. You are worth the world to me, success or no success. Your productivity, your popularity—your being loved by others—does nothing to impact your value in my eyes. And there is nothing in this world that can ever change my love for you. It’s everlasting.

You break away suddenly.

“What?” He asks. “Is something wrong?”

“That’s good stuff,” you say, crossing over to the couch and fumbling around for your notebook. “I’m sorry, Jiminie. I’ve just got to write that down.”

“Write what down? I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, yes you did. You most certainly did.” You finish scribbling down your thoughts. “Now get over here and talk to me some more.”

[antlerqueer]

Can you help with some good names for a Dove Cameron and Myra Molloy character, please?

Sure! Here are some options (names could be used for both girls, but there's also a separate list of Thai names you can use for Myra since she's half Thai!)

Given Names

Brenna

Amanda

Madison

Kendra

Lily

Rachel

Penelope

Nicole

Marianne

Jessica

Family Names

Brown

Price

Thompson

Mason

Howard

Sanders

Mitchell

Bouchard

Trevino

Moore

Thai Given Names

Malee

Arinya

Dara

Apinya

Thai Family Names

Wang

Ong

Choi

Lai

Park