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anonymoushouseplantfan · 2 years ago

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Episode 4

Royal wedding montage. No, Samantha Cohen didn’t tell you some weird Rainbow Fish story. That did not happen.

Voices of journalists talking about how amazing she is and how she is going to change the family for the better. I guess the royal coverage is good…as long as they say nice things.

“I don’t know how I was so calm.” Drugs, Meghan. It was drugs.

Wedding crowds montage. Same song as Four Weddings and a Funeral because these two think they are living a rom com. Celebrities attending the wedding. International coverage. Amal and George and the Beckhams. Will and Harry. No one mentions that it was Wallis Simpson’s car. She didn’t talk about the “real” wedding three days before.

There was no expectation, Harry. You were supposed to get married in Craithie Kirk because you were a man of the people. That was the first story that came out.

CWK talks about the dress. Doesn’t mention the Commonwealth flowers in the veil. No mention of the tiara drama or the egg debacle either.

Bold choice going with the vampire bride shot. Yes, KC was important to you Meg. He single-handedly saved your train wreck wedding. Lots of discussion about the Kingdom Choir and no one mentions that they perform at all the Commonwealth events.

They sold their wedding pics, just like Peter. They are soooooo tacky. They laugh about cutting the cake with the sword. That wedding cake was truly symbolic, a priceless collection of gold pedestals propping up a mediocre confection. Her mom ditched her for the celebs. That is hilarious. Of course she did.

Interesting that Meghan hasn’t looked happy once during this whole documentary, but she sounds truly joyful when talking about the wedding. That was the highlight of her life.

Kate’s face in the wedding pictures is everything. Says it all. I wonder if Meghan sold a Kate pic. I haven’t seen one yet. Never mind, I just rewound and, sure enough, she did.

Interesting how they are appropriating narratives—she’s a hugger, writing in a new character, modernizing—that were created by the tabloids. Every single word this Archewell guy is saying was written by Camilla Tominey, Andrew Morton, or Valentine Low. He is parroting the royal experts Harry was mocking last episode.

Train trip with the Queen. Why does she wear a necklace in some shots, but not in others? They are splicing different interviews and using filters to make it look line one interview. This section was edited into incomprehensibility after the death of the Queen.

Grenfell. LOL, she makes it sound like she was in the UK when the tragedy happened. Wild. I like the Grenfell ladies but why are they spending time on this and not covering her current charities?

Bitching about Nott Cott, which actually looks super cute. “I don’t know who lived here before.” Your brother, the heir, lived there before, Harry. You know that.

That’s how she decorated it? Pottery Barn circa 2001? No wonder her domestic goddess career never took off. All of this just to upgrade from 2000s Pottery Barn to 2014 Restoration Hardware? But….they weren’t living in Nott Cott. They rented a Cotswolds farmhouse before the wedding and lived there until moving to Frog Cott. That’s why all these pics are of them getting dressed. They were just using Nott Cott to prep for London events.

Wait, did they just bitch about their multi-million cottage in Kensington Palace being too small right after the Grenfell segment? Yes, they did. Wow.

Pregnancy. She sold her sonogram pictures. Australia. You weren’t showing already, Megs. There was no bump. Cue shots with no bump. This is epic gaslight. We can clearly see she’s not showing, but they flat out say she was.

Lol, she wasn’t that popular. Her polls peaked at 41% net approval after the wedding and dropped like rocks. And Australia wasn’t the turning point, Lucy. It was her dad talking to the media all summer long. Isn’t Lucy Harper a pr person? Shouldn’t she be able to interpret polling data? Headlines about how popular she was…including the 2018 Time’s Most Influential List, which is hilarious because they were sandwiched between Donald Trump and Saudi Arabia’s MSB. Yeah, the royals were really jealous of that. OMG, they show Meghan’s covers and its…Woman’s Day and Hello! Canada. One of the headlines is “Freddy Mercury’s Secret Wife.”

Wait, now he’s happy because the media put Meghan on the front pages? They have a very strange relationship with the media. Hold on, he thinks Meghan outshone The Queen? Seriously?????? He thinks the frumpy brocade dress outshone The Queen? I remember calling that a hater cover because Meghan looked so terrible in it. No one thought she overshadowed The Queen. Literally, no one.

Archewell guy speaking again. He seems to think that the royals, who were desperately trying to cover up the epic disaster of the Australian tour—which included insulting the Australian government house, exaggerating an incident with a faulty heater, assaulting an embassy employee, walking out of a United Nations event, making a staffer cry in front of a reporter, wearing jewelry gifted by an allegedly murderous despot, and trolling her father by saying he hadn’t paid for her college—were jealous of how “well” she did in Australia. This is delusional.

Lol, now they are bitching about avocados. It wasn’t the avocados. It was her dad. They just jumped from blaming the royals for the bad press to blaming racism. First The Queen was jealous, then the staff were scared, then the media was racist and giving Kate better press…I’m getting whiplash. Pick a villain, guys! I can’t follow this argument at all. The Queen was upset because Meghan stole her Woman’s Day cover with Freddie Mercury’s secret wife so she leaked stories about Meghan’s favorite perishable fruit and the evil tabloids turned that into the racialized avocados of death? Whaaaaaat????? I love how Harry throws up his hands and says “well, if you can’t see it, I can’t do anything for you.” See what? None of this makes any sense.

BTW, they used the “Hurricane Meghan” headlines even though Meghan told Oprah she hadn’t heard about that. The Oprah interview also implied she never knew about the bump-holding headlines and they used those in the documentary too. Oprah read them to her and Meghan acted as if it was the first time she was hearing about it. The only headlines Meghan, according to their statements during the Oprah interview, was supposedly aware of were the “made Kate cry story” and the avocado story, and she laughed at the avocado story.

Walkabout in Liverpool. A member of the public scolded her about her dad. See? The problem was her dad. Harry and Meghan, however, blame family lies and the tabloids. Her dad was giving interviews right and left, and people were watching him in real time, complaining about how he was treated. No one in the palace was leaking this. No one was lying about it. He was out there, giving interviews to anyone with a couple of bucks because he wanted to explain that he did actually pay for her school. Her sister was doing the same thing.

And here’s the Diana 2.0 stuff. Wait, she was going to kill herself…over the racialized avocados of death? I paused to re-read the transcript of the Oprah interview because I remembered the suicidal ideation story as being a lot more sympathetic than “the Kate story and the avocados made me want to end it all.” In that interview, they start with the tabloid stories, but then Oprah asks her whether she felt lonely and she talks about Harry working all the time and being all alone. She talks about not being able to leave the house and see her friends and also about the tours being exhausting and having to smile through it all. She also claims there were talks about Archie not being a prince and not getting security and how that was stressing her out. Then she talks about people being concerned about Archie’s skin color and then she talks about her suicidal ideation. That kind of emotional build-up is what Oprah brings to the table. That’s why she gets the big bucks. Here, they just jump from “our Australian tour was super successful” to “mean tabloid stories about Kate and avocados” to “I just didn’t want to live anymore,” and it’s not as powerful, particularly since the behind-the-scenes pictures they keep showing us are all happy pictures.

Also, we skipped over the big show of support at Sandringham. And Doria can also do the “one tear, left eye” trick. It must be genetic.

She wasn’t allowed to get help? Girl, they knew you were nuttier than a fruitcake. They would have sent you to a shrink in a hot minute. And they weren’t afraid about how it would make the institution look. Harry admitted to going to therapy and it went fantastic. James Middleton went to therapy too. They put up pics of Megs looking sad…and they are all from events that happened afterwards.

The households separated because of leaks? Bullying isn’t even going to get mentioned? No, it isn’t, and neither is the big social media campaign KP did to support Meghan.

I’m blown away by the fact that all this drama is about a story about bridesmaids’ dresses. The Oprah Winfrey interview was motivated by this one story about making Kate cry. The Archetypes podcast was about the story about making Kate cry. They made a six-hour Netflix documentary about a story about making Kate cry. There is now an entire subgenre of royal coverage based on Princess Charlotte’s bridesmaid attire. This one story has been living rent-free in Harry and Meghan’s heads since Fall 2018.

Harry keeps talking about trading stories and not playing the game. He totally planted the Rose Hanbury affair story as revenge for the “made Kate cry” story. Absolutely,

Happy Nott Cott Christmas. She wasn’t allowed to text photos? Lol, you weren’t texting photos bc you were saving them for Netflix.

People Magazine article. I guess these were the friends working with the magazines. Wasn’t their privacy super important? Weren’t they in danger if their identities were revealed? That was the argument that was presented under oath to the court. Now it turns out she was just saving the reveal for the Netflix special. Baby shower. OMG, Amal Clooney making floral arrangements, wtf? Backlash because of course.

They are gifted Frogmore Cottage. Archie’s birth. Vintage footage about royal births. She had a long-standing relationship with her UK doctor? How? Seriously, how? They couldn’t do the photocell at Portland Hospital? Didn’t Fergie do it at Portland? Twice?

Birth announcement drama. The problem wasn’t that you broke protocol, Meghan. The problem was that CBS got the exclusive and you lied to the press about the birth. They bring in academics to say it was about racism because of course.

Archie. They took a picture of the nanny with the baby in a mud cloth carrier, lol.

South Africa with Archie. They couldn’t do a hospital photocall with the baby, but now they are taking him on tour. Doria just said “it’s not the institution’s baby, it’s her baby,” but they are taking him on an official tour. They can’t be expected to serve their child on a silver platter for literally two minutes, but they can take him on a week-long tour. I had to double-back and check the dates because I felt this wasn’t nearly as jarring and contradictory when it happened, and it wasn’t. The tour was several months after the birth and they had already taken the baby (who was supposedly too young to fly to Balmoral for the summer) to Ibiza. They way they presented it in the documentary, however, sounded ridiculous.

BTW, no coverage of the Vogue magazine, Smartworks capsule collection, the summer vacations at Elton’s house, the private planes, etc…. All of these were roundly criticized (well, not the Smartworks capsule) and yet the only story that matters is the Kate story.

Lol, the Archewell guy just admitted the royals were afraid Meghan would cause an international row during this tour. Not afraid that she would embarrass the royal family with her activism, noooooo. Afraid she would cause an international row.

Tutu. Wasn’t this footage intrusive two episodes ago? Make up your minds, guys! Tom Bradby. Is she trying to spin the interview as an oopsie due to exhaustion? Is she saying Tom tricked her? She really thinks people are stupid. Also, she takes no responsibility for anything, not even the Uber-narcissistic “I trusted too much.” She’s not even capable of that.

{Edited: Apparently Harry is doing another interview with Bradby. Guess he didn’t really trick them then.]

Astroturfed supportive hashtag. Guess her huge investment in Twitter bots paid off. LOL, my kid squints at the screen and says “all the tweets have the same timestamp.” Yes, they do.

Oh, the Diana footage is a bad idea. You can tell she was trying to act like Diana during the Africa interview (so much eyeliner). They really do think she’s Diana though, and they planned their tours (Australia, Africa, big meeting with African leader, big tour with baby) to bolster that impression. It’s interesting that worthy projects (Smartworks capsule collection, Vogue, Morocco girls’ meetings Ireland tour, dog shelter) that would make Meghan look good, but don’t support the Diana narrative are simply not mentioned. The India hygiene project is not featured in the documentary, but the Diana-like pictures in traditional dress are.

You Don’t Own Me for closing credits. Hahaha. Harley Quinn music. So appropriate. The music in the last three documentaries is better than the music in the first three.

Husband and group chat both discuss the Diana 2.0 stuff. She really thinks she is Diana and the documentary is trying to present her as Diana. Everyone agrees that she is no Diana. The psychologist thinks she should have worn more eyeliner. The lawyer tells her that eyeliner wasn’t the problem. There isn’t enough eyeliner in the world to turn her into Diana. Everyone thinks the music is good. Much texting about how much the tiny cottage cost. Someone looks it up on Zillow and it’s an insane number. Many “but my palace was sooooo small” jokes. Many comments about a KP cottage, no matter how small, being much classier than a California McMansion. Many comments about the Archewell guy sounding slimy.

On to the next episode.

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f1tyreslightmyfyre · 1 year ago

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Immortal Artistry - Ch. 8 - Keep It

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A Vampire AU F1 Fic Featuring Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader, George Russell x Fem!Reader, hints of Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader, Lestappen, Sebchal, and Sainzell (or Russainz?)

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Ch. 8 Warnings: Sexual content; language; vampire blood violence

A/N: Thank you for reading this fic! If you chose this option, I hope you enjoy it 😄❤

Ch. 8 - Keep It

2023

The pen sits like a lead weight in your jacket pocket. You swear that everyone can see it – that everyone knows what you carry – as you cross the parking garage and drive home. Your gaze barely strays from the rearview mirror as your palms sweat against the steering wheel. Since Carlos showed you this morning – God, fuck, how was that just this morning? – that vampires can do sunlight, then maybe Charles or George has had you under surveillance for longer than you realize.

The thought makes you step harder on the gas pedal until the familiar, comforting interior of your apartment surrounds you. Double-checking the lock on the door (even though that didn’t seem to deter Carlos), you change out of your work clothes and set the pen on your bedside table, trying to focus on something else – anything else – until night falls.

When city lights finally glint off your apartment windows and cast shadows around your bedroom, you sit on your bed and graze your fingers over the puncture marks on your neck. What did Charles call it? Subliminal awareness? A connection that could alert him of your whereabouts if you get into trouble?

And maybe trying to lure him to your apartment isn’t the smartest move, but you don’t exactly have his cell phone number. Working a nervous swallow down your throat – still unsure how it works exactly – you brush your fingers over the twin, pointed scars and conjure his image in your mind’s eye.

The enticing gleam of his bewitching eyes. The lean lines of his torso that bely his supernatural strength. The velvety purr of his voice that ignites sparks in your blood. A wave of heat rolls through you as you remember the intoxicating scent of his cologne as he leaned in so close – close enough to taste your skin, your blood. A needy ache starts to grow as your eyes close and you surrender to the fantasy.

Imagining the cool touch of his fingertips gliding along your skin, and the chilled press of his lips hovering against your racing pulse. And when his cool touch meets the liquid heat between your legs, would you be able to hold back your pleasure? Or would you moan for him, unashamedly parting your legs to let him feel how wet and gone you are for him?

“Dangerous thoughts, cara mia.” Charles’ voice slices out of the darkness and your eyes fly wide open. He leans, silent as a shadow, against the doorway of your bedroom, wearing a wicked smirk above his button-down linen shirt. The sleeves cuff below his elbows and just enough buttons are undone to reveal a tempting swath of his chest adorned with a necklace. Despite the startling suddenness of his appearance in your locked apartment, part of you still wants to trace the shape of the metallic chain against his skin with your tongue.

Your cheeks burn hotter as you shake from the fantasy. His unnerving chuckle drifting across the room does nothing to help. “I suppose I should be flattered,” he continues, stepping over the threshold and blocking your only escape route. “But you did it deliberately.”

You glance up at him. “And you came here anyway? H-how do you know that I’m not trying to trap you? Or trick you?”

He shrugs breezily. “Do you really think you could?”

Indignation ripples along your skin. “Do you really think that you can play me for a fool forever?” You turn to your bedside table and hold up the pen. “This is it, isn’t it? This is what you and George have been upending my world to get ever since we met, right?”

His face hardens as his gaze focuses on the fountain pen in your hand. The line of his jaw tenses. “Well, most certainly George wants that. As for me, I did have it and if I wanted it, I wouldn’t have left it behind.”

“Then if he wants this so badly, why don’t you?”

“I don’t need it to win.”

The words sink into your brain as you lower your hand to your lap. “Win…” you repeat, shaking your head, trying to understand. “Win this chess game that you have with George, right? When he wanted to make me into a piece for his team versus your team, and I asked how I knew that you weren’t the villain in this game of chess and you answered-”

“And my answer hasn’t changed. Neither one of us is a hero or a villain as we make our way in this world. We are only each doing what we think is right, and the only question is – who do you think is right?”

“I-I can’t possibly make that decision…” You glance down at the pen, gripping it tighter. “If this film does indeed lead to the location of cultural artifacts missing since World War II, then how can I possibly deny the world that knowledge? How can I possibly decide that the world doesn’t deserve the opportunity to recover what’s been lost for so long?”

Silence hangs in your apartment and a ripple of fear creeps down your spine. Have you already said too much? Have you just laid yourself bare? Forcing a hard swallow, you look back up at him and your survival instincts kick into immediate gear.

His eyes hold a steely, predatory edge as he stares at you, squaring his shoulders. “You found the film?” He whispers coldly – such a contrast to the syrupy warmth of his voice that night in his home. “You know about the map and the artifacts?”

You freeze under his scrutiny, debating if you should actually answer. “Well, y-yes…” you stammer. “I just said as mu-”

“That is unfortunate, indeed.” He moves on silent steps closer to your bed and every impulse screams at you to run for your life. “Someone has been far too generous with giving you knowledge. Whoever it was had to know it would come with a price.”

Your eyes widen as your heart nearly stops. “What? N-no…that’s not –” your words choke off as you discretely try to crawl to the other side of the bed. “W-what’s the point of Carlos telling me things if he knew it w-would get me killed...?”

“Oh, ho,” Charles laughs darkly. “So, it was Carlos, hmm? Of course it was Carlos…” He shakes his head as he glances up at the ceiling. “This is exactly why he told you… he wants you to say exactly what you just said to me.”

Your terror ratchets higher as he continues to advance and you have nowhere to go. “B-but how can you not agree? W-why don’t you want the treasures of the world restored?”

“Do you think that’s what the world really needs? More money? More power? More chances for countries to flaunt what they have versus what others don’t? There are far bigger problems for the world to solve right now.”

Your brows pinch in confusion. “That can’t be all, right? You’re… what, like a black-market art dealer, right? So, of course, you really don’t want the market saturated with brand new discoveries of rare antiquities… not so easy to turn a profit then, is it?”

His razor-sharp fangs flash in the shadows, and you scurry across the bed, reaching for a pillow as if that will somehow protect you. “Carlos has indeed told you much. Far too much.” He rumbles, sinking a knee into your mattress, looming over you. “It’s a shame, cara mia. I would have happily welcomed you – but you sealed your fate when you brought that pen here.”

His hand moves faster than you can breathe, wrapping around your throat. Your scream dies as it forms, and his physical strength overpowers yours. Panic seizes you as you try to claw his shoulders, try to break free – but nothing works.

“Get away from her, Charles!” George’s voice booms over the terrified static in your ears, and air rushes back into your lungs as Charles is physically wrenched away from you. Your vision swims as you gasp for breath, struggling to catch glimpses of the blurred, rapid motion unfolding across your bedroom.

George wears a darker shirt compared to Charles’, and you watch stunned as he slams the Monegasque down to the floor, rattling the contents on your bedside table. “Seems familiar?” George’s voice comes just as a barely intelligible growl as he bears down on top of Charles. “I should have ended you in Austria when I had the chance.”

“Only in your dreams, mate.” Charles hisses, wrenching an arm free and lashing out. His arm moves, quick as lightning and just as dangerous, clawing down the side of George’s face. George rears back with an inhuman roar of pain, and Charles seizes his opening in a blinding flash of movement. When you blink your eyes open, the gentle swing of your bedroom door is the only evidence of his swift departure.

Your sob echoes in your ears before you realize it. Every muscle trembles from the adrenaline-fueled high as your gaze darts from the empty doorway to the bedroom floor. George groans as he rolls to sit back on his knees, cradling the left side of his face.

A hard swallow works down your dry throat as tears cascade down your cheeks. “I-is he really gone?” Your words choke around a gasping sob. “H-he was going to kill me!”

George’s crystal blue eyes find yours in the shadows as he nods slowly. “Yes, he was. You… said exactly what he didn’t want to hear - but exactly the right things to say.” Slowly, he rises to his feet and lowers his hand from his face with a grimace as he approaches the bed. Through your blurry tears, you can just make out bloody lines raked by Charles’ nails across his porcelain skin. “You should really try taking slower breaths… it’s over - he’s gone. And you… you’re safe now.”

“Safe?!” You scoff, trying to swallow more tears. “How can I possibly be safe when I have that… that thing?” Your tone turns venomous as you stare down at the fountain pen, at the bane of your existence.

“Because you’re not alone in this,” George says softly, and something about the silky tone of his voice makes you want to melt. “Unless you want to be.”

Your body continues to shake without permission and your head drops, holding it in your hands. A splitting ache grows in your temples, throbbing with the rapid beat of your heart as you try to process everything that just happened. “I don’t-” Your words cut off in a hiccuping sniffle. “I don’t even know how...” Your words trail off as you shake your head.

A cool, steadying weight falls gently to your shoulder. George’s long fingers impart a comforting, soothing squeeze and you slump forward. Your head crashes against the solid plane of his chest, and the cocoon of his arms comes around you. Tears flow with abandon as he rocks you gently, and you can’t bring yourself to hate yourself for falling apart in his arms. Especially since… well, if it weren’t for him, you would probably already be laying in a pool of your own blood.

At least, whatever Charles’ left of your blood.

George holds you close, rubbing a hand tenderly against your back. “It’s okay. It’s alright.” His lips brush against the top of your head, and something warm sparks in your chest. “Everything is going to be alright now.”

2025

Another truck engine starts in the distance, and the satisfaction in your smile grows. With each passing day, the governments of the world marvel at the growing collection of newly discovered treasures. Treasures lost and assumed destroyed since VE Day in May 1945.

Strong, familiar arms wrap around your waist, and you lean back into the solid body behind you with a contented sigh. George nearly purrs as he leans his chin on your shoulder. “I can’t tell you how happy I am, darling.” He sighs with ease. “This is just… after so long - I can’t even remember the last time something felt this satisfying.”

You snort softly as mischief curls the corner of your mouth. “I should be offended after last night.” Memories of his cool body pressed against yours, unraveling your most intimate secrets from the inside out, flood your mind.

“That’s a different kind of satisfaction, and you know it, you minx.” He teases, squeezing you gently. “This here is decades in the making - since I first met Charles in that cave, and he… he was just taking everything like it was his preordained right.” His words carry a thinly veiled disgust. “I don’t know exactly how many pieces he has left to sell, but if we could just locate his storage -”

“George, it’s not worth it. He’s failed to catch you so far… to catch us - so leave him be. Besides, you already got what he didn’t want you to have.” You nod out over the scene down in the valley, at the UN branded trucks that swarm a hastily formed cave entrance. A task force of historians, military police, and UN representatives preside over the scene, facilitating the identification and recovery of the long lost relics.

George hums low in consideration. “Not sure if you’re referring to the treasure in that cave or the treasure in my arms.”

Warmth suffuses your blood as sparks ignite in your veins. Even in those early days of meeting in parking garages and coffee shops, George’s handsome features were unmistakable, and after he appeared in your bedroom as a dark savior, you freely acknowledge that you had been wrong about him in so many ways. His passionate determination fueled his actions, and after Charles attacked you in your bedroom, you could forgive him for his own aggressive offense in the coffee shop. And spending the last two years on a journey through the Austrian mountains, seeking out various caverns together with George… well, it hasn’t been hard to lose yourself in his glittering, glacial eyes or his strong, tender embrace.

Your cheeks flush, flattered as a bolt of heat curls down your spine. “You’re such a cheesy charmer, Geroge Russell.”

He scoffs, though it comes out more of a chuckle. “How dare you, darling! I’m a gentleman, first and foremost.”

While his words do hold some truth, you turn towards him and nuzzle into his neck with a dubious hum. Despite the pleasant night temperature, his skin holds its perpetual supernatural chill and the intoxicating scent of musky, earthy pine. “No, you’re…” You sigh, searching for words as you kiss the spot where a beating pulse should reside. “You’re a wild thing just pretending to be tame.”

A low growl of approval rumbles in his chest as he tightens his hold on you. “And you were a wild thing just pretending to be caged.” He angles his head to find your lips in the moonlit shadows. The corners of your mouth lift as you melt into the kiss and lean into him, snuggling in his embrace. As your mouths part, you glance out over the valley below, shifting your feet against the rocky dirt ledge as you watch the UN workers continue to load yet another truck. Another satisfied sigh escapes you as your gaze roams skyward, blinking up at the tapestry of twinkling stars set against an endless sea of black.

You wet your top lip curiously, speaking softly. “Do you ever get tired of looking at them? At seeing the stars?”

George’s head tilts skyward as it rests against yours. “You know, it’s…” His voice holds an oddly fond, wistful note. “For most of my mortal life, I didn’t think to look at them much… just one of those things to take for granted, you know? But then Carlos… when I lay dying in some army tent,” his voice tightens with heavy memories. “He told the head doctor that I had asked to see them one last time… and as he held me close, the stars were indeed the last thing I saw with my mortal eyes.”

You hug him closer to you. “That sounds… kind of peaceful, actually.”

“It was.” He whispers almost reverently. “After months of blood and stench and gore and death… Carlos just appeared in that tent. A specter of fate and destiny all rolled into one.”

You hum gently, letting your gaze sweep over the brilliant sky. “Like dust and stars…” you muse softly. “The fate of mortals to turn to dust and destined to return to the stars.” You sigh with a gentle shake of your head. “But then I suppose immortality offers a different fate and destiny.”

George’s head tilts down and his lips find your cheek in a delicate, tender kiss. “It’s still your decision.” He whispers softly against your skin, rippling a shiver down your spine despite his close embrace. “It always will be.”

And you have given the matter so much thought. The offer of immortality just… fuck, you can’t even begin to fathom how such an offer landed in your lap, let alone what it is to actually live it. To watch generations rise and fall around you, to watch the world evolve as humanity marches ever onward. And George has been ever patient with your questions as you seek to understand, to make an informed decision about the rest of your life… either mortal or immortal. But the longer you’re with him, and the longer you come to your own understanding of the world around you, you have no doubts left in your mind.

You draw a breath. “I’ve decided, George.” A sudden wave of nervous energy overtakes you as you pivot in his arms to find his gorgeous eyes, loving how they glow in the ethereal light. “I want to join you…”

His gaze holds yours with the weight of understanding as the corner of his mouth lifts. “Are... and you’re absolutely sure?”

“We’ve been talking about it for months… how long did it take you to decide, hm?”

“That was completely different,” he says with a short shake of his head. “I was already dying-”

“All mortals are already dying. Some just faster than others.” You counter, holding his gaze and hoping to convince him of your conviction. “Ever since I met Charles and you - it’s been two years that I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that immortality exists. With the fact that it can be given to those who don’t ask for it, but those who… who find a way to use it for some good in this world, not just how they can best profit from it.” A small smile comes to your face. “It’s almost enough to think that the future of the human race isn’t entirely doomed. Not with veritable guardian angels running around.”

George takes a long minute to regard you in the ensuing silence. His gaze doesn’t stray from yours, and it warms with pride and awe and adoring affection. Your heart flutters the longer you look at him, and you hope he can read the depth of your answering emotions on your face. His cool hand raises to cup your cheek as he leans in, pressing your mouths together in a dizzying, breathless kiss. It holds the promise of a lifetime, the devotion of eternity, and the thrill of a new horizon.

He leans his forehead against yours as you gasp for breath. “Whenever you want, darling,” his voice rumbles in a low timbre to curl heat at the base of your spine. “It will be my honor to welcome you to this world…”

Despite the heat warming you from within, a shiver runs down your spine as a wild idea sparks in your mind. “What about… about tonight?” You breathe with an excited edge. “I can’t think of a better way to celebrate, really. Unless there’s anything I need to do… like in advance…?” It sounds silly even as you say it, but it’s one question you haven’t thought to ask yet. While true that people die all the time without any necessary preparations, should you take some before purposefully shuffling off your mortal coil?

George’s fingers stroke along your jaw. “Nothing that can’t be taken care of after… it’s not a long process. But you will be weak immediately after and the venom is powerful as it takes hold.”

A thick swallow works down your throat. “So long as you’re with me… well, I can’t promise I won’t be a little frightened, but having you close will help.”

“Of course, darling.” He tips his head down to nuzzle your nose. “I won’t leave your side until you ask me to.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You say in a shaky whisper before sighing deeply. “Then, I’m ready…I just… want to stop thinking about it.”

“Alright… we can head back, if you like.”

“No…” You hear yourself say. “Why… why not here, hm? Like you… why not here under the stars?”

“You can’t possibly want that.” He shakes his head gently where it still presses to yours. “There are so many better ways… more pleasurable ways for you. I was already almost half-dead and Carlos just-”

“What Carlos did for you sounds beautiful,” you say gently. “And to have the stars be the last thing I see? Well, that sounds a lot better than staring up at some hotel ceiling.”

George doesn’t sigh but the fingers on your jaw tense as he holds you close in a moment of silent consideration. Another UN truck engine starts up in the distance as you stand in his close embrace and nuzzle your nose against his.

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips - a kiss to seal the deal. “Very well, darling.” His other hand seeks yours out where it rests against your side. “Let’s just find a quieter place.”

With your hand in his, you turn away from the valley below and follow the rocky ridgeline back to the nearest outcropping of trees. He turns back towards you, drawing you close by your conjoined hands as he seals his mouth to yours. His kiss takes your breath away as you lose yourself in the press of his lips and the strokes of his tongue. It stokes every smoldering ember within you to a roaring flame as you wrap your arms around him, pressing your chest flush to his. A strong hand finds your waist, holding you tight, and your breath catches to feel the hardening ridge of his erection through your clothing.

“God, George…” You sigh into his mouth as your hips roll wantonly against his. It should be unfair how responsive your body becomes under his touch, but it’s hardly worth complaining about. “Am I going to regret not letting you fuck me one last time?” You murmur against his lips as he growls low in his throat.

“No,” he vows with a hard thrust of his hips, pitching a whimper high in your throat. “Because once it’s done… once your senses adjust to a whole new existence, you won’t believe how good it will feel then.”

You groan impatiently, crushing your mouth to his with eager enthusiasm and needy hunger. Liquid heat burns between your legs as arousal and anticipation sing in your veins. “George, please… I want you. I want… this.”

He nods ever so slightly against you as his arms wrap around you. His back presses against a short tree as he draws you down with him to straddle his outstretched legs. Your hips rest against his, grinding down against his thigh as he holds you close against his chest. His mouth finds yours in the darkness and his hips rock up against yours, stirring another whimper in your throat.

“You already taste exquisite,” he rumbles as his lips dance down your jaw and the sharp drag of a pointed canine stings your skin. “But to have you like this? To have my venom in your veins? If I weren’t already dead, darling, you would do me in…” His lips reverently kiss the twin-point scars that rest low over your jugular.

Your heart pounds as you exist in the endless moment and your head tips back. Opening your eyes, the stars seem to glow brighter as you hover on the edge of death and eternity in George’s arms. But if this is what the promise of eternity brings, then how could living get any better?

His arms tighten around your waist and his teeth sink into your neck. A cry chokes off in your throat as your skin yields and blood flows forth. The suction of his mouth overloads your nerves with pleasure and pain as your essence fades. Blackness eats at your vision as your heart threatens to burst from your chest and cold numbness seeps into your limbs.

Your vision winks out altogether as your eyes close, slumping against him as your heart beats its last.

But that’s when the salty, tangy elixir of vitality passes your lips. It drips down your throat, and a new life sparks inside you. A life that infuses your veins, animates your muscles, and alters your physiology. Your lungs don’t know what to do, and your stomach growls with ravenous hunger as your eyes shoot open and your elongated canines flash in the night.

The cosmos shimmer in brilliant shades of blue and purple - such deep hues as you’ve never known - and the trees glow with such green radiance. Everything around you appears so sharp and vivid as your supernatural strength and speed of movement manifest, but strong arms hold you tight and -

Your gaze connects with George’s and everything snaps into place. A smile curls your lips and a sharp canine snags on the plump skin but you hardly notice as you drown in George’s gorgeous, enchanting gaze. Your blood stains his mouth as it curls to a smile to match yours, his eyes alight with endless wonderment.

You may never see celestial heaven now, but who says heaven can’t exist on earth?

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cannot recall for the life of me if I brought up my embroidery thought to you 🤔🤔

So I shall tell you all about it rn

I’m a very beginner embroiderer like I’ve done some premade kits and stuff so I just gotta learn the stitches and follow the lines. It’s so fun and stressful at the same time I genuinely have a love hate relationship with it at times. But I love how I can get a project at the end and feel proud that I was able to make that. Leaning into the grandma hobbies is jsut a fun thing to do in general

Anyway I’d love to get more comfortable to the point where I can just freestyle patterns and add cute details to my clothes and totes. I’d love to randomly add some flowers or my initial to bf’s items before he leaves for a race without telling him. He finds it a few days later is so surprised and curious as to why I did it, all I can think of is “as a token of my support/so you miss me less” 😭😭😭 how do I think up these cheesy ass thoughts

Not a clue who this screams I feel like George would prob be the most appreciative and expressive about his excitement

I was sort of maybe thinking of Charles cuz embroidering his jeans (how and why does he need so many) seems fun and also just to follow that whole love letter thing I brought up before

Lando being the little fucker that never leaves my brain it could be be on par or accompanying with his bracelet stack that I love to see, putting his logo or replicating his necklace would be cool

Perhaps you can try your hand at Carlos for this one, putting the chili emoji on random stuff seems like a fun scavenger hunt

Any and all thoughts welcome😁 (would love if you can offer thoughts on each driver but obviously that is a big ask so completely understand if you don’t) (this is also wayyy longer than I expected)

-🤩

omg!!! i love grandma hobbies like embroidery. it sounds so fun and rewarding. i crochet sometimes but i don’t really make anything because its more a way of keeping my hands busy while watching tv. but wowow yes i love those videos where people patch holes in jeans and shirts with little embroidered flowers and things. maybe i need to get an embroidery kit🥺 and ahhh i love ur ideas here so much!!! i don’t have tons to add if im so honest, but i’ll give it a go anyway:

charles and his five million pairs of jeans!! yes!! embroidering ur best attempt at ferrari horses up by the pockets🥺 and little phrases on the bottom hem. like love you to the moon and back or even meme phrases like live laugh ferrari😭 he’d for sure think it was cute and it leans into his whole artboy thing that he has going on ahaha

i so agree that george would be the most enthusiastic about it. i feel like with him it would have to be kinda subtle. maybe a little heart on his mercedes polos. some bigger personal design on one of his many linen shirts. he’d wear it all the time and tell everyone you did it for him. and he’d want to hear all about your personal projects, he’d even frame the ones you were proud of.

embroidering the mclaren logo on lando’s stuff!!!! and his necklace symbol yesss. or orr something like this is his style i think. on his jumpers and tshirts and things. oh also his LN logo!!!!! he would love seeing that on all his things😣

^and similar with oscar methinks. mclaren logo, OP81 on all his things. and i think he wouldn’t say much about it but he loves it. and tries his hardest to wear the clothes that have ur embroidery on it.

carlos chillis!!!!!! oh yes!!!!! you could embroider a cap, his shirts, his jeans everything. ahh and he’d love it so bad, always wearing them and showing them off.

also non specific to a single driver but imagine if u could embroider their fireproofs or their racing suits🥺😭 like idk if they would say like no any weight is extra weight but SURELY a little embroidery is fine. how sweet would it be for them to have a little piece of you with them while they’re racing y’know.

#sorry this took a min!!! wanted to give it my full attention and work was a bit crazy!#🤩anon #💌asks #📎concepts #(‘I DONT HAVE A TON TO ADD HERE’. ADDS TONS.)

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clonerightsagenda · 3 months ago

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L&Co ep 6. I am going to start this by saying something nice.

I do think they're doing a good job of showing George feeling isolated. It's tough to do when you squash the timeline so much - he doesn't have months of grievances, they've only worked together for a few weeks - but being able to move outside Lucy's pov allows the show to emphasize it. Tbh George is head and shoulders coming out of this show looking the best because he's not being filtered through Lucy's uncharitable pov.

Ok starting the episode now, let's see if I find anything else nice to say.

"We found Annabel Ward's murderer." I mean, you cheerfully walked into his deathtrap and then clocked it after the attempted murder but ok.

Oh man I didn't think about the fact that Lockwood can now see a death glow every time he leaves through the front door. And after the last book, also one in his kitchen. The poor kid cannot lose his talent soon enough. Might be good for his mental health.

I imagined the skull's grotesque distorted faces more as the result of taking a human face off its underlying bone structure and then squashing it behind glass (like smushing your face against a window but worse because #boneless) but evil smoke is probably easier to animate. Also the former might stray into cartoonish territory and this show is far less interested in being funny.

Lucy has entered her conspicuously glowing backpack era

They're calmly considering letting him out much earlier than in the books, I'm surprised Lockwood didn't freak at the mere suggestion

Well we haven't gotten any colorful death threats yet but we have gotten a 'let your dipshit friends die already' so maybe they haven't entirely nuked the skull's personality. Well played on manipulating him right back though Lucy.

TV Bickerstaff made his own sources by killing his patients? Suppose that's faster than robbing graves (although messier because you have to do all the defleshing yourself), but then why was he robbing graves? Unless I guess he killed them, pretended they died of natural causes, and then went back to the graves after the burial. Personally I think harvesting old sources is the better option, then the visitors don't hate you personally. The bone glass spirits all seemed relatively chill just kind of bummed out.

Except, hang on, he couldn't have harvested these ones for the bone glass, because then their ghosts wouldn't be here.

Shame they did the dead patients and not the rat ghost, that would've been fun to see animated (but probably a bitch to do which presumably is why they changed it)

It's odd to hear them consistently using 'he' for the skull already. In the books they tend to switch between gendered and it pronouns for all the ghosts until the very end when everyone but Lockwood switches to he/him exclusively. Stroud is pretty deliberate about characterization via pronoun use in both his series I've read, so this seems a bit hasty.

Show!Lucy: I'm the nicer more sensitive one <3 I respect your pronouns <3 I am still not letting you out of that jar though

You can force a source? That's interesting.

Also, ok, here the old notes show making the glass with seven sources. Iirc the book only had 3 or 4 which is what I'm guessing Bickerstaff fucked up, since we know spirit goggles work. He made it with too many and opened the gate a little too wide.

"You've got a good track record with precious necklaces." Did they write that line before switching Annie's source to a ring?

Also, Lockwood was very brave and/or optimistic to gift Lucy a second family heirloom after she lost? left behind? stopped wearing? the first one. Maybe switching to gold was a tacit acknowledgement that she’s going to keep chatting up dead people no matter how much he hates it and so silver isn’t going to cut it.

The only color in this crowd is blue. You'd think people would avoid black for party wear. Too funeral

Wrecking her shitty boss is actually a great play to gain her trust, nice one Penelope. People's bribes are much better in this version

"They're not looking at me. Not really me. They're looking at the great Penelope Fittes." Lol you don't say

"Like a date?" "Is that so hard to believe?" It is for ME because in the BOOK he is TWENTY and she is FOURTEEN and I am in HELL

You know if they pursue this thread seriously I bet they would've killed him off for real in The Empty Grave. This man's life was saved by the Netflix cancellation

Assuming this is Rupert Gale. He's got guyliner now

A golden sword is actually really interesting because rapiers are meant to be used against ghosts and gold does nothing to them. But gold plate (I assume, a fully gold sword would bend or break immediately) is delicate and would get scratched to hell immediately if you crossed blades with another living human. A golden rapier would be a great toy for some rich bastard who wants to show off how much they don't need to use it. It's an odd thing to give a powerful person's hired enforcer.

Salt sprinklers… having a ghost alarm is actually a great bit of worldbuilding. I was going to say regular fire sprinklers should work just as well since ghosts hate running water, but salt is easier to clean up. Less property damage. Wonder what the nightclub blue light is for. Does it make visitors show up better?

#kat watches lockwood and co #i found a couple nice things to say #i liked the sprinklers

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years ago

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the cedric diggory f1 driver au that nobody asked for but i wrote anyways

all of this started because i was watching goblet of fire and noticed that both renault and hufflepuff share a color scheme

and then i thought that robert pattinson would look very very hot in a race suit

more chaos dedicated to the harbinger of chaos, anj herself (@libraryofloveletters )

in this scenario, the driver lineups are as follows:

ferrari: harry potter, oliver wood, red bull: draco malfoy, blaise zabini haas: fred & george weasley, renault: cedric diggory, zacharias smith

hes lead driver at renault, has been there for two years now

by all accounts, he's a very good driver, especially being as young as he is

but he's still chasing that elusive race win, he just hasn't been able to push the renault far enough

god he looks incredible climbing out of the car, balaclava lines on his face, hair mussed and drenched in sweat

cedric is a humble king always praising his fellow drivers, including ferrari rookie (and his former teammate) harry potter

"yeah, i mean, the pace was there but at the end of the day, it's hard to beat the ferraris. hats off to harry for that one, he really smashed it today, the win was well deserved."

a little wink at the camera, towel around his neck before he backs away with his press officer at his side

he's basically pierre gasly on steroids

the f1 ladies man

literally has fangirls falling over each other to try and get his autograph or a picture with him at signings

he's not the life of the party, leaves that to the weasley twins (they drive for haas, they need SOMETHING to celebrate)

instead he can be found in the back, talking and laughing with the mechanics and the engineers

everybody in the paddock loves him

media darling, you can't tell me otherwise

he's england's sweetheart

the extra tight white fireproofs that show off EVERYTHING

it's silverstone, his home grand prix (although it's also the home grand prix for half of the grid at this point)

and he's feeling great about himself all weekend, cedric has a feeling that he might finally get his win that weekend

a crash in the first corner takes out one of the ferraris and a mercedes

he's not even sure how it happened but somehow he's up into second place with ten laps to go

"alright, ced, the gap between you and blaise is 0.45 seconds, malfoy is almost one second behind. if you can hang on until the drs zone, i think we stand a chance at winning the whole damn thing."

"and diggory has drs! the renault goes down the inside of the red bull of blaise zabini, and he's done it! cedric diggory is leading the british grand prix!"

and the crowd goes MENTAL

"it worked!" cedric screams over the radio. "we're leading the bloody race!"

i imagine that he'd talk a little like george russell on the radio

and when he finally gets to stand on that podium, with the british national anthem pouring out of the speakers as he stands on the top step

hefting the trophy above his head before they're given the all clear to pop the champagne bottles open

god that man would so pretty covered from head to toe in champagne.

a cheeky grin throughout the post race interviews

gets to the cool down room and slumps down in his chair, still in shock over the entire thing as he looks at the little pirelli baseball cap, the british flag and 1st place embroidered on the side.

his girlfriend there in a little yellow sundress filming the podium celebrations

cedric goes over to the blacony above parc ferme (i think that's what it's called? or maybe parc ferme is just where the cars go after a race?) and pours the champagne on her when she's not looking

champagne kisses after the podium celebrations, the paparazzi are swarming and he's holding the trophy in front of their faces for privacy

celebrating afterwards with him you ask???

SPICY CONTENT INCOMING!

a full dinner with the whole team to thank them for their efforts

he's wearing jeans and a white button down shirt, a little cord necklace resting under his collarbone

they're back in the hotel, music playing softly in the background

sharing a bottle of wine and dancing in the candlelight

turns into hot sex

but cedric, despite now having a race win under his belt, still devotes the entire night to pleasing his girlfriend

holding her hand at all times, even when it gets a little rougher by their standards

which it always does during a race weekend when he lands a podium

scratches all down his back

shes on her stomach, one hand behind her back to grasp his hand as he fucks her from behind

calling him 'my race winner' the entire time because it inflates his ego (and turns him on)

endless cuddles afterwards (hes the big spoon, draping his body over hers as he thanks her for being there to support his career, being there for him during every up and down in his career

#hp fandom #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory au #harry potter and the goblet of fire #the biggest shitpost i have ever made #f1 au #harry potter au #and yall though the charles leclerc - pixars cars au was bad

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hiiiii if its not too much to ask, may i get a harry potter match?

pronouns: she/they

description: i am a 5'8 afab with elbow length brown hair with some blonde highlights in the front. i have dark green eyes that sometimes look brown or even black, i have tan skin and a clean face. i have an average body except for my thighs which are a little bigger than most and i actually am very insecure about it. i have adhd and get distracted very easily, especially in school and with homework. my fingers are always painted either black or sage green, my style is dark academia. i also love wearing jewelry because it makes me feel cool haha.

personality: im pretty hot headed and stubborn, but im also pretty good at making jokes on the spot and i know when to stop talking when somethings not right in a room. i am open to peoples opinions even though most of the time i wont agree, and i love to argue no matter what the situation. (a bad quality of mine ik ha) i love dogs and love almost every animal except for frogs and toads. idk why. i make sarcastic jokes, and i love to be the center of attention 24/7. it just boosts my ego

likes: dogs, sports (specifically american football, go 49ers!), outdoor games, reading, sketching, hearing peoples thoughts

dislikes: frogs and toads, math, running, politics, children. some kids are nice but others get on my nerves.

love ya and have a good day!!

Of course!

Your Harry Potter match is…

Ginny Weasley

Firstly: Ginny is completly in love with your eyes

Your eyes seem deep and romantic to her

Hates it when she discovers that you’re insecure

After all, you’re perfect and have nothing to be insecure about

Reminding this to you whenever you feel insecure

Kisses your thighs

Gets you somehow a necklace or a ring

Ginny knows that whenever you argue with someone, you’re most likely going to win

If the person takes it over the line, she indeed does step in

Noone’s gonna be so rude to her lover

Loves when you make jokes

She finds the funny and bold

If you ever argue with a teacher… well she finds it really hot

Considering you both are stubborn, so when you would get into an argument with each other, it could take maybe a few hours before one of you would back up

Or the trio just breaks the argument not being able to hold it anymore

Constanstly getting teased by Fred and George

Talks to you about her opinions on practically anything

Exchange thoughts and opinions with you

Ginny would be happy if you’d show up at her Quitich (not sure how to write it) match

Trying different spells together

Cuddles are 100%

They are like your night rutine

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#request #headcanons #matchups #harry potter #harry potter fandom #ginny weasley #ginny weasley x reader #ginnyweasleyxyn

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asafeplacetostay · 2 years ago

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THEY LET YOU DRESS THEM

pairing: cc!karl jacobs, cc!georgenotfound, cc!sapnap, cc!punz, cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary: You're a fashion student and after some begging (or none at all) your partner let's you dress them up for the day

a/n: I took all of the pics from pinterest, so creds to the owner of them!

also I feel like i kinda held back and based the outfits on their online personalities and what sillouete they usually wear, let me know if u want another one of these but with outfits I THINK will look great on them

KARL JACOBS

-he has a pretty open mind about fashion

-he's up for almost anything

-I feel like HE would ask u if u could dress him/ when you asked if he wanted you to dress him up he got so excited

-his outfits irl are so cute too I love him

- white looks so good on him, and a lot of rings to finish the look (without the orange glasses)

-you do some soft black eyeliner too

GEORGENOTFOUND

-ah george

-he's pretty basic ngl (eventhough he looks great in gray sweatpants)

-It took a lot of begging for him to let you dress him

-giving you that look everytime you show him something too revealing

-almost threw a pillow at you when you got out a mesh turtleneck

-"I'm not wearing that- no- no stoppp~"

-finally agrees on something pretty modest but still cute

-looks so hot what-

-something along the lines of the fits under this

SAPNAP

-I feel like Sap would at first be really excited

-like "I have a partner that dresses me up and you don't"

-the second you brought out a cute harness he almost fainted

-"I-i can't wear that, babe"

-after a lot of planning time, you got him the perfect outfit

-it goes really well with his overall style (he demanded for a baseball cap) but a bit more colourful and fun

-yes, the necklaces are part of it

PUNZ

-he said yes straight away

-whatever made you happy

-he loves seeing your excited smile while you pull out items

-still has boundaries obvs but is pretty open obout the whole style experimentation

-he can't stop talking about how hot he looks

-pants a bit more baggy than the pics

WILBUR SOOT

-I want to dress this man so badly

-like all this ideas flowing in my brain AAA

-I think he would look good in anything

-and he would dress in anything you want

-is the most open minded about it

-smiles at you while you ramble and try to match items into a cute outfit

-something like that, with pointy boots for sure (brown ones)

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gobbluthbutagirl · 3 years ago

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there is literally no good way to begin a post on tumblr.com involving fictional character sexuality discourse about sitcom characters so let's just jump right in. i don't think george oscar "gob" bluth ii from emmy-winning sitcom arrested development(2003-2006, 2013, 2018-2019) is bisexual. i think that he is gay. and i cannot for the life of me understand how someone can walk away from watching all five seasons of this show believing that man has ever in his life experienced even an ounce of genuine attraction to a woman. and i mean no offense to the "gob is bisexual" crowd, really and truly. i too thought to myself "ok, so gob is bi" after watching the first four seasons all the way back in march 2018. and then when 5A came out two months later i was like wait a minute. this man is gay. this man has always been gay. and no, 5B's release 9.5 months later did not change my mind in the slightest. and in this essay i will discuss why.

@quinnmorgendorffer you asked to read this. @ everyone else you did not but hopefully the readmore will deter you from unfollowing me as a result. anyway here goes:

alright so when i have historically seen people argue that gob is bisexual wrt to 5B there are two main points that get brought up. which to the casual viewer i mean yeah, i can see how you might interpret these things this way, but listen to me. i'm a scholar. i have watched this show beginning to end on no fewer than ten occasions. i know so little about so many things but when it comes to emmy-winning sitcom arrested development(2003-2006, 2013, 2018-2019) i know everything there is. show me literally any out of context screenshot from this show and i'll tell you exactly what season and exactly what episode and as close to a timestamp as i can possibly get while having absolutely no concept of time. i'm telling you, i'm insane about this sitcom. i am deranged about this sitcom. i know it backwards and forward, beginning to end, front to back, in my sleep and in my dreams and to the end of this earth. if anybody has earned the right to die on the hill of fictional character sexuality discourse about arrested development characters it's me. and to die on this hill is exactly what i intend to do here. or at least to shoot myself in the foot on it.

anyway. point #1 i see get brought up is the conversion therapy scene. and this is one that's actually so easy to dispel that it mildly bothers me that i even have to do it. tell me you did not pay attention to season 4 without telling me you did not pay attention to season 4. "he wanted to fuck mrs veal bc he popped a boner looking at her chest." are you sure about that? are you sure that's what happened in that scene? think about it for a second. what type of necklace was she wearing in that scene? and what(who) does george oscar "gob" bluth ii associate with that type of necklace? if you don't know the answers to those 2 questions you have already lost your dog in this fight. come back when you've watched this show as obsessively as i have & can make the connection instantly.

that aside, how are you getting "he wanted to fuck her" from that scene anyway? the man stood up and walked away visibly uncomfortable. remember that this is george oscar "gob" bluth ii of "i fucked [insert female character]" fame. if he had wanted to fuck her, don't you think he...perhaps would have at least made an ATTEMPT to do so? and ignoring that, this man also once popped a boner while hugging his own brother. does this mean he wanted to fuck michael as well? don't answer that. i've seen enough shit on ao3 to know how you people think.

point #2 is the line in the finale(the line spoken not even by gob but by BUSTER) that goes "i'd rather have a brother who's alive and maybe bisexual than dead and straight." a lot of you guys seem to have interpreted that line as gob being canonically bisexual but not me. i'm built different. think about it in context for a couple seconds. you know what? think all the way back to season one. gob says to michael regarding barry, "he's a man, michael. he needs a woman." this is how gob's brain works. this is a man whose entire life has been spent desperately seeking the approval of a father who will never love him and who as a direct result of that has convinced himself the best chance he has of succeeding at doing so is to emulate the man in every way. this is a man who feels so much shame on a daily basis that he roofies himself as part of his nightly routine for years and years and years. this is some next-level internalized homophobia going on here. he falls in love for the first time in his life in his mid-40s and it's with another man. and the way that he himself phrases it - something that he only allowed to happen - this man has been fighting what he's known deep down is the truth for so long and with such intensity that he can only even verbalize it as a hypothetical situation occuring to his brother - his brother who's always been the golden child, who's always been his father's favorite son.

and so i ask you - no, in fact, i IMPLORE you - on what earth would a man who has lived such a life have a clean and simple open and shut transition from "so deeply closeted he nearly manages to convince himself" to "out and proud gay man"? hopefully this is not a disclaimer that actually needs to be made but OBVIOUSLY bisexuality is its own independent sexuality. OBVIOUSLY it's not a stepping stone from straight to gay. HOWEVER for someone who is both gay and deeply closeted/in denial, either fictional(such as george oscar "gob" bluth ii from arrested development, the subject of this post) or real(such as me from real life, not the subject of this post but the first example that comes to mind for reasons that should probably be obvious), it can act as one. and i'm not saying that's objectively and/or morally right or wrong or whatever; i'm just saying it's a thing that can happen and has happened and to deny that is to deny reality. anyway my point here is that gob is clearly uncomfortable with the idea of being fully out. and why wouldn't he be? even before the whole gay mafia ordeal he's just watched the man he loves be encased in cement. he thinks tony's dead. he thinks he just watched tony die and that he killed him. and now the whole world thinks he's gay, because he IS gay, but he doesn't want the whole world to know that. he spends the vast majority of the latter half of season 5 hurt & alone & confused & straddling the border between deep denial & deep love for a man he's not sure loves him back or is even around anymore to love him back. yes i realize how unhinged i sound right now talking this way about a pathetic fictional sitcom failson but if you didn't expect tumblr user gobbluthbutagirl to be decidedly un-normal about pathetic fictional sitcom failson gob bluth then you don't know me that well.

ANYWAY what i am trying to say here is. gob does not read like a bi man to me at all. he reads like a deeply DEEPLY closeted gay man who spends the original three seasons in full or at least near-total denial about his sexuality and the latter two struggling with it immensely. the very first time he's shown onscreen with a woman(marta) he looks viscerally disgusted. and you watch that for the first time and you think, "wow, what an asshole!" and then you rewatch it after having seen his complete arc over the course of the show and you still think, "wow, what an asshole!" but you also think, in the wise words of tony wonder, "well, it makes sense now, doesn't it?" the man is gay. the man has always been gay. and really under a microscope any argument you could make to support gob being bisexual falls apart so fast. "he's in love with tony bc tony treats him differently-" bad & wrong take. marta was nothing but nice to that man. ann was nothing but nice to that man. every woman he's ever had in his life has given him more chances than he's ever deserved and it has still fallen through every single time. why? because he is gay. he is fundamentally incompatible with them on every level. women look at gob and think "i can fix him" and i guess in the end ann kind of did succeed at doing that. just not in the way she'd expected.

"well but what about lucille austero-" do i really have to even say this. the guy has mommy issues. not to mention the in-joke about liza minnelli's real-life history involving gay men(does the name peter allen ring a bell?). i mean come on guys. this is basic stuff here. and even if you still argue there was something real there surely you have not failed to notice how quickly he got over that relationship. whereas he spends an entire fifth of the show pining for tony so deeply and so obviously it's almost painful just to watch. "what about starla. he pursues her of his own accord-" i am once again repeating gob's own words back to you: "he's a man, michael. he needs a woman." gob is lonely. he wants companionship. he's also a misogynist and has very little interest in actually being committed to a woman. he uses his relationships with women as a way to prove to the world, to his family - and moreover, to himself, that he is in fact heterosexual. he knows deep down that he isn't, though. he has known this for most if not all of his life but he refuses to accept it.

this is a man who's been shown on screen crying after sleeping with women. this is a man who's been shown on screen crying INSTEAD of sleeping with women and lying about it after. this is a man who, in season one, when told that michael is one of very few intelligent, attractive, AND straight men, immediately points out that michael's only slept with four women. that's his knee-jerk reaction - "well i've slept with more women than he has." he assumes himself to be more intelligent(incorrect) and attractive(correct) than michael, but he can't deny that michael is straighter than he is, which is of course why he opts immediately to deny that michael is straighter than he is. in his mind it's quantity over quality. he keeps telling himself if he sleeps with as many women as he possibly can, or at least convinces everyone around him that he's slept with all these women, he'll eventually find one he's actually attracted to. and at the beginning of season four i think he's begun to realize it simply won't happen. but he's still terrified to admit that to himself, or to anyone around him. that conversation he has with tobias - "you look how i feel." "gay?" - i think if tobias had not reacted the way that he did, in that moment, gob might have come out. but that would not have made for interesting television at all, so i personally am glad it did not go down that way.

and see we know that gob has been with men before tony. we know this because not only is it implied on so many occasions but also it's explicitly stated by gob himself. but tony is the first man gob has ever "allowed"(his own words!) himself to develop feelings for. and he's spent his whole life trying and failing to develop feelings for every woman under the sun. and he's fucked with his memory so much that there's really no telling how much of it he remembers and how much of it he doesn't, but the fact of the matter is this: he remembers his night with tony, and for the entire remainder of the show afterwards he does not sleep with a woman ever again. and not for lack of trying! his 'relationship' with joni lasts for months and he does nothing with her. when kitty comes onto him at imagine he looks sick to his stomach. he loves tony. he says this out loud. he spends a whole season trying to get tony back and in the last ten minutes of the finale he finally succeeds. and his mouth says, "i guess i can go back to joni beard now" but his eyes say, "i love you, tony wonder."

and get real. that man is not about to go back to joni beard. not even a little bit. anyone who takes that statement at face value has clearly forgotten the context in which he was "with" joni beard in the first place. i mean come on. this is the least subtle thing in the history of television. the woman's surname is "beard" and her first name is "joni", a portmanteau of "gob" and "tony." TOBIAS FUNKE of all people looks at him funny when he says it! that was not a genuine relationship in the slightest. he is "going back to joni beard" in the same way that he "had sex last night(narrator: but he really didn't.)" or that starla "had all kinds of orgasms(narrator: actually, they just made out)". that is the type of statement that those in the trump administration would have referred to as "alternative facts."

and look. i could genuinely rant about this forever i'm realizing. but for those who happened to see my last post, yeah, the break between this paragraph and that last one is in fact the exact moment i decided to check the word count so far and discovered it to be well over 2,000. so i will be winding down now. but in conclusion basically what i am saying is that gob is not bisexual. he is gay. and if you want an arrested development character to headcanon as bisexual tony wonder is literally RIGHT THERE and makes infinitely more sense. ok that is it thank you for coming to my gob talk

#arrested development #gob bluth #i am playing with fire by posting this in the tags i know #but i am not doing it for those who want to argue. i am doing it for anyone who is normal and does not want to see this and blocks the tags #this is very close to 2.5k words btw. so if anybody wants to argue i expect your rebuttal to be AT LEAST this long #otherwise i will simply be disregarding it #also notice how i do not even entertain the idea that gob is straight #that's bc i think anyone who believes that does not deserve rights hope this helps <3

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Tribulation & Tenderness - Chapter 13

Ship: Main Technoblade x Reader, some Dream x Reader Plot: You're a princess in a Kingdom suffering a years long famine. In a desperate attempt to help your people, you accept one simple offer: Marriage to the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Anything to help your people survive. Surely it can't be too bad, can it? Chapter List: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Disclaimer: Cross-posted on Wattpad (discontinued) and Ao3. This is based off of everyone's CHARACTERS. I do not write fanfic based off the actual people.

Chapter 13: Until My Heart Stops Beating

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The rest of the day prior to your wedding was spent in partial tension. You never found out what the favor Techno had called for was exactly, but you didn’t mind. Truthfully, you were increasingly more focused on your wedding. It was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time, and you practically had to force yourself to sleep that night. You awoke far earlier than normal because of it, moving around your room anxiously.

You eventually lowered yourself into your bath, taking care to make sure you were clean. You let the steam from the water curl around you, sighing and trying your best to relax. Thinking about today caused your stomach to erupt in butterflies and a smile to spread across your face. You truly hoped today went well. Eventually you stood up, stepping out of the tub and sliding into a shift.

There was a soft knock on your door after a few moments of you just sitting, and you called whoever it was in. Eret slid into the room, offering you a smile. A bundle of white fabric sat in his arms, and a few servants followed behind him with various things. “Good morning to our bride,” He practically cooed, motioning towards a servant to the table between chairs. She followed, setting down a tray where he pointed. She hurriedly bowed, leaving the room soon after. You watched Eret settle the fabric onto your bed, the remaining servants following in setting down boxes of other stuff. He sent them off, before turning to you.

“Morning Eret,” You murmured, returning his earlier smile. He seemed content, motioning towards the tray of food.

“Go ahead and eat, we’ll start with your hair. Are you nervous?” You reached for the cup of tea, bringing it to your lips and adjusting yourself so Eret had access to your hair.

“Very. Also excited, but I imagine it’s to be expected,” You managed to explain, letting Eret run a brush through your hair. You took your time with the food, enjoying the way Eret tended to your appearance. You didn’t normally allow yourself to get pampered like this, so you wouldn’t mind doing it this once.

“I imagine so. It’ll all go fine, though. It’ll probably go by better than you expect.” He made sure your hair was laying perfectly, humming under his breath as he did.

“Hopefully it goes smoothly, I do have some concerns though,” You sighed out the words, thinking about Dream. You hoped he would behave, truly. You would be extremely upset if he didn’t.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Eret reassured. You watched him move towards the fabric on the bed, peering at the lace he picked up. The veil. Your stomach erupted into nervous butterflies at the sight of it, examining delicate lace as he brought it over. The edges were thorned vines, leaves of white lace lying beneath light blue ribbon roses. You marveled it as he brought it close, unable to help your smile.

“You really outdid yourself,” You couldn’t stop the praise from leaving your mouth, reaching out to run your fingers along it.

“Just wait until you see the full dress. Turn your head.” You did as he instructed, turning away from him so he could start setting the pins of the veil into your hair. The lace tickled your shoulders, but you did your best to keep still. He softly grasped your shoulders once he was finished, giving them a squeeze. You turned to look at him, and he smiled at you. He disappeared to the bed once more, rustling through the boxes and bringing one over. You peered into it curiously, eyeing the roses inside. They were fresh, white ones from the garden. You laughed softly, turning to face him so he could situate them in your hair.

Eret lined them up along the edge of your veil, making sure they sat perfectly in your hair. The pins would be a pain to take out later tonight, but you didn’t entirely mind it right now. “Are you finished eating?” He questioned once he finished, moving to grab another box before you replied. You nodded when he returned, watching him pull out kohl from the box.

You instinctively closed your eyes, letting him line them with the makeup without question. He softly murmured when you were good to open them. He took his time applying a stain to your cheeks and lips, stepping back to examine his work. He sighed softly, smiling at you. “You’re going to be a vision,” He murmured, making your cheeks flush.

“You think so?” You questioned, acutely aware of the fluttering of your stomach.

“I know so. Come on, let’s get you in your dress.” He motioned you to stand up, and you did so on shaking legs. The anxiety regarding your marriage was starting to leak through now, and you couldn’t hide it. Eret offered you a reassuring look, sorting through the bundles of fabric settled on your bed. He grabbed one of sections of fabric, holding it out to you. You examined it, easily identifying the petticoat and slipping it on over your shift.

Next he moved towards you, holding out another section of fabric. The actual dress. The sleeves were made of tulle, a light blue in color, flaring out away from ribbon roses at the elbows made to match the ones on your veil. The base of the dress was simple. White, with a deep scooping neckline. He helped guide it over your head, situating it around your shift. You couldn’t help but watch as he adjusted the tulle on the skirt. Ribbon Roses decorated the scalloped edges of the tulle, exposing the white skirt beneath.

The stay was next, matching the dress with the white fabric embroidered delicately with blue roses. Eret’s brows were furrowed as he meticulously tightened the ribbons on it, making sure it sat perfectly. Once he had, he stepped back to examine you with a soft sigh. You flushed a little beneath the appraising gaze. He moved around again, grabbing a simple pair of shoes and stooping to slide them onto your feet. Moving in the dress almost felt weird, despite it not being too different in make than your most formal dresses. Perhaps it felt heavy with the meaning.

“One last touch,” Eret said, moving towards the final box on the bed. You had given him the earrings Techno gave you, as well as the necklace from Dream, for him to keep a hold of until today. You knew that was what sat within the box, watching him gingerly pick up the necklace to drape it around your neck. He tilted your head, sliding in the earrings and stepping back to give you a full look over.

“Oh, you’re gonna be the envy of so many,” He praised, and you shifted almost self consciously. The fact that you were wearing this dress caused you to fidget nervously.

“It doesn’t feel real,” You murmured, shifting around to search out the mirror you had. The rustling of your skirts felt loud in your ears, eyes roving over your appearance. It felt like something from a book, something so etherally unreal.

“It is, I promise. I’ll go get your brother,” He whispered, stepping towards the door. You watched him, before turning your eyes back to your reflection. What would today hold for you? The ceremony was straight forward, but the celebration itself felt so unsure. Anything could happen.

A soft knock resounded at your door, causing you to turn once more. George pushed open the door, carefully shutting it behind him. He stared at you for several long moments, seeming at a loss for words. It was probably weird, seeing you about to be married.

“It’s so hard to believe you’re my baby sister,” He practically echoed your thoughts, walking towards you. You laughed softly, nodding along.

“I guess I’m really not a baby anymore, am I?” You questioned, watching as he placed his hands on your shoulders. You leaned ever so slightly into the touch, a smile tugging your lips.

“No. Are you sure you still want this?” He watched you closely, looking for any change in your expression.

“Of course. Techno is kind, and his family is enjoyable. I have easily found friends here, and I know I can just as easily make a happy life. I will always miss you and Dream, but we’ll all move on.” You gently grabbed one of his hands, squeezing it tightly. George smiled, seeming almost sad.

“The castle won’t ever be the same. You’ve grown up so much.” He returned the squeeze, and you could only nod. You did yearn for the ease you felt of your teenage years in the castle. The lack of responsibilities you had felt, being able to run around and goof off with Dream. However you felt more freedom now than you had there. It was a new feeling, but a welcome one.

“I’ll miss some parts of it, but I’m excited for my future here. Everyone is so kind,” You constantly reassured him, letting him move you away from the mirror.

“Eret said he was going to check on Technoblade, but he’d tell us when everything was ready. Are you ready for this?” He settled into one of the chairs, pulling you into the one beside him.

“As ready as I can be. I’m nervous. There’s a lot happening today,” You folded your hands in your lap, legs bouncing.

“I can imagine. You put a lot of work into planning this, didn’t you?” You sat up straight, having problems trying to relax. The nerves were unbearable.

“Sort of, I just had input. Eret handled a lot of the main plans. Him, Wilbur, and Nihachu deserve more credit than I do.” You could hardly take any of the responsibility. You didn’t put in much actual work, just feedback.

“Still, it’s not everyday you get married. Everything will go fine,” George reassured, giving you a smile. Truly, you didn’t know what you would do without him. Probably fall apart, you imagined. The two of you chattered softly as you waited, George attempting to keep your nerves soothed. It wasn’t too long before there was a knock at the door, Eret popping his head in.

“Everything’s ready now. Are you ready?” His voice was gentle, and you offered a soft smile.

“As ready as I can be,” You sighed, standing up. George followed, lingering right beside you.

“You know where to go, right? I’ll go ahead and wait there, give the two of you a few more moments,” Eret spoke softly, as if anything louder would break the calmness. You appreciated it, whispering your thanks as he left. George turned to you, taking your hands in his.

“The wedding will go wonderfully, I know it. Mom and Dad send their best wishes. It’s hard to believe my baby sister is all grown up and getting married now.” The way he spoke and squeezed your hands had tears springing to your eyes. They threatened to spill as he pulled you in for a hug, kissing your forehead. You carefully laid your head against his shoulder, clinging to him.

“I’m really going to miss our garden walks,” you whispered, and he nodded.

“I will too. Don’t keep them waiting, though. I don’t want your husband to come looking for you.” George finally pulled away from you, leading you towards the door to your room. You followed, taking a deep breath. Silence lapsed between the pair of you as you wandered down the hallway and stairs. You were led through the courtyard, towards the garden. Nerves pooled in your stomach, and you hoped it didn’t show.

George gripped your hand in reassurance, walking with you down the path. Eyes were on you, and you were very aware of it. Among those eyes, though, were Techno’s. At the other end of the aisle. Hands folded in front of him, a pale cape fastened around his shoulders. A blue sash was tied around his waist, similar in color to the blue accents on your dress. The emerald rose brooch sat against the stark white of his shirt, clearly visible from the other end. The black prongs of his crown stood tall, a heavy contrast to the pink locks fanned around it. His braid was ornamented with gold chains, jewels interspersed within the chains.

In short, he was definitely a regal sight standing there. You were reluctant to let go of George’s hand in exchange for Techno’s, yet did all the same. You briefly watched your brother move away, taking a spot beside Dream. You watched your friend for a few moments, shifting beneath his gaze. His gaze was dark, and he offered you a smile. You supposed it was meant to be encouraging, but it never quite reached his eyes. You didn’t care to think too much on it, attention focusing back in on Techno.

He was staring down at you, a soft look in his brown eyes. That helped quell the nerves in your chest, and you offered him a smile as soft as the look he gave you. A moment of peace, almost to yourselves, as the Officiant was droning on beside the two of you.

“...to unite two separate souls into that of one. This braid of ribbon will signify their unity and bind them together, from now until eternity.” The man lifted a thick braid of ribbon, made of three colors: red, white, and black. Small vines of flowers were interwoven with it, and it was certainly pretty. Techno kept one hand with yours, the other taking one end of the ribbon braid from the wrinkled hand holding it out to him.

“Do you swear, on all that you hold dear, that you will protect this woman with your entire being? That you will give her everything you have, in wealth and love?” He rattled as Techno began gingerly weaving the braid around your joined hands. It caused butterflies to stir in your stomach, just watching it. His eyebrows were even knitted together in concentration, the very tip of his tongue peaking out of his mouth.

“I swear on it all, that I will care for her until I draw my last breath.” There was a warmth to his voice that had your cheeks flushing, a smile tugging the corners of your lips up further. You carefully took the braid from him when prompted, weaving it around your hands as well.

“Do you swear, to all you hold close, that you will support this man with your entirety? That through everything, injury and health, sickness and wealth, you will stay by his side?” You finished weaving the braid as he spoke, the two ends hanging loose beneath your hands.

“I swear it. I’ll be by his side until my heart stops beating.” Your voice rang clear, and the officiant seemed content with it.

“Then I will tie the loose ends of this braid. This represents the joining of your two wayward souls joining together to be one. In the presence of the sky and the earth, the trials of water and fire, you will forever be one. Even beyond mortality, you will always be with one another, through this life and the next.” As he spoke, he very carefully grasped the ends of the braid. They were tied together, locking their hands in a grasp. You couldn’t help the grin that split your face at that, turning to look up at Techno.

He offered you a soft smile, taking a step closer to you and carefully gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Your stomach practically exploded into nervous butterflies. The kiss. You had forgotten the kiss. He leaned down, lips pressing to yours firmly. It was just a kiss of obligation, a part of the ceremony, but it had heat crawling over your cheeks and down your neck. He lingered, fingers gently squeezing yours. You couldn’t help but respond to the squeeze, stepping a little closer to him.

He was pulling back after a few heartbeats, smiling at you once more and turning towards the people. You couldn’t help the squeak that escaped you as he held up your bound hands, causing a few of them to cheer. Part of you wanted to hide, but you simply stuck as close to Techno’s side as you could.

“Let’s party!!” Tommy’s voice rang out from the crowd. He was clearly exhausted with all the ceremonial things, though you weren’t entirely sure you blamed him. Weddings weren’t too exciting, though your nerves would beg to differ. You felt like a frazzled mess on the inside, and you still had an entire day to go.

You and Techno stood back, watching the crowd filter towards the ball room. You glanced to the ribbon binding your hands, acutely aware of the feeling of Techno's fingers slotted between yours. You supposed that you were giving the boys time to set up for the first dance. You just accepted the silence, practically leaning against your husband.

"After the dance we'll be able to take the ribbon off. You won’t be tied to me all day." Amusement laced his voice, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"It's not all bad. A little inconvenient, but all in all it's fine." You looked up to him with a smile, which he returned. Your free hand moved, toying with the ends of the ribbon. The pair of you only stood there for a little longer before you heard Tommy shouting for the pair of you to hurry up. You couldn’t help but laugh. Did he ever stop having energy? You followed Techno along the path winding through the garden, the soft chatter from the ballroom floating over the veranda.

"You did it, Big Man! You're a married man!" Tommy cheered when the pair of you walked in, slinging an arm around both of your shoulders. "Now that this is my sister-in-law," the way he said it, reeling you close to him with a shit eating grin told you this was going to be entertaining, "I can fight her now, right?"

A loud laugh bubbled past your lips at the antics, watching Techno huff and swat at his brother with his free hand. "We'll see." This seemed to be enough to placate Tommy for the time being, sending him scurrying off towards where Tubbo and Wilbur were messing with the instruments in the corner. You watched the blond pester his brother and best friend, a fond smile on your face. He was quite excitable about this all, but it's not like the pair of you had been complete strangers over the past few weeks.

Besides your common training with Techno, you would often spend time sneaking about the castle with Tommy and Tubbo, quietly helping them with all sorts of trouble that they got into. Not to mention the time you spent in the libraries by yourself, or the gardens with Eret. While in the library there were times Wilbur or Philza would visit you. You never minded it, though. Their silent companionship was warm and comfortable. Yet Techno always seemed to hesitate when it came to letting you train with his family. Surely they couldn’t be worse than him- or better, you supposed.

“Spare a coin for your thoughts?” Techno pulled you from your musings of his family, your gaze moving to him instead. You only spared a glance to the others before fully focusing on Techno.

“Just thinking about your family. How you’ve never let me really train with them. Only letting them watch. Is there a certain reason?” Your voice was soft, not willing anyone to hear your words. He paused any movement, seeming to clearly think over the answer. Or perhaps how to best frame it. You weren’t sure why he was thinking so hard, but you could practically see the wheels turning as he did.

“Tommy is reckless. Tubbo is… alright with fighting, a bit clumsy but enthusiastic. Philza is a much higher combat level than I would want you to fight just yet. As for Wilbur…” He trailed off, practically staring off behind your head. You turned, following his gaze to his older brother. The brown-haired prince was toying with the instrument, muttering to Tubbo before looking at Techno with a grin. He gave a thumbs up, and you could see Techno incline his head in a subtle nod before turning to you. “Well, Wilbur is encouraging us to dance.”

If you squinted, you swore you could see the faintest trace of pink on Techno’s cheeks. However you didn’t care to squint too hard, simply positioning the pair of you to dance. He squeezed your still joined hands, other hand hovering momentarily over the middle of your back before settling. Almost as if he had been unsure of the action. Once the two of you had settled comfortably into the position, the soft strings of Wilbur’s instrument filled the room, paired with the gentle notes from Tubbo at the piano. You were half focused on the music, partially focused on your husband. He pulled you along the floor effortlessly, spinning you with a practiced elegance you should have been expecting.

“Why not Wilbur?” You prodded again, only when you had fallen in line with the music as well as Techno. A soft sigh passed his lips as he gazed at you, eyes darting around to the people who were watching you.

“It’s complicated. Best we don’t go into it now.” His tone left no room for argument, a voice he rarely used with you- only when the pair of you trained. You responded with your own sigh, a little disappointed. You supposed you understood, but that didn’t make you any less curious. What was it that made Techno not want you to train with Wilbur?

“Later, then.” You were a little reluctant to agree. You trusted him to tell you whatever it was later. You would be rather upset if he didn’t. The two of you lapsed into silence as you danced. You were so acutely aware of many things. The gazes on you. The pressure of the ribbon braid on your hand. The feel of Techno’s hand on your back. The way you caught Dream’s dark gaze whenever he was in your line of sight. It was a lot, and truly you weren’t sure what to make out of it all.

It felt almost as soon as the dance and music had started, it was ending. Applause poured around you and you fidgeted. You were used to attention, but the attention you were receiving at your wedding was not something you could have ever prepared yourself for. Techno pulled away from you some, almost awkwardly, before reaching for the ribbon. “Why don’t we get this off and you can go dance with your brother. He looks restless.” You turned to look at George, who did in fact appear to be restless. He was shifting, eyes on the pair of you. You offered up a smile, holding up a finger to tell him you would be a moment.

The ribbon peeled from your hands after a few moments. Techno gingerly folded it, tucking it into his pocket. You smiled at him as well, rubbing your hand from where the ribbon had pressed into it. “Go, I’ll play a song. Since I’m required to.” He didn’t necessarily sound happy and you could only laugh.

“Alright. I’ll see you when I get a break. I know everyone is going to want to dance.” You slipped away from Techno to instead make way to George, grinning at him.

“Don’t look so nervous,” You teased, nudging him. He gave a shaking laugh.

“I can’t help it. There’s something almost tense about this whole thing. It feels so formal.” You understood what he meant. You knew marriages in Kinoko were different to this. They were more casual, even for royal families.

“It is strange. Almost overwhelming, isn’t it?” George had nodded in response. “Well then, Crown Prince Nofton,” you began to tease, a lopsided grin on your face. A reminder that you still were, in a way, his little sister he grew up with. “Are you going to keep me waiting?” You held out a hand, arching an eyebrow at him.

“My apologies, Crown Princess Minraelas. Would you honor me, your dearest brother, with a dance on your wedding day?” He bowed dramatically, grin matching your own. His tone was lofty, poking subtle fun at the way the courts of larger countries held themselves. You simply giggled as he took your hand, gently holding it and your shoulder with his other. “It even seems your husband will be playing a song for us.” He was struggling to contain his laughter, and you were barely managing.

The low sound of a violin drifted into the room, causing your head to turn to look at Techno. His eyes were closed as he ran the bow along the strings of the instrument, fingers moving against frets with clear familiarity. For all the resistance he had put up to playing the song, he seemed at peace with it now. You smiled, attention turning back to your brother as he pulled you into the throng of dancing people. "So it would seem," you concluded, letting the pair of you spin gently together as violin notes filled the air.

"You'll still write, won't you?" George had asked again, and you simply laughed softly.

"Always. I promise I'll tell you if I'm ever put into danger." You offered him a reassuring smile and he simply nodded. He seemed content enough, and you knew he had to be. He really was watching you grow up, wasn't he?

"If you don't write, I'm sending our entire army to rescue you." His lips quirked, a breathless laugh escaping him. You couldn't help but laugh as well.

"What makes you think I couldn't hold my own? I'm learning to fight now!" You declared, puffing your chest out just slightly. This elicited another laugh from your brother.

"No offense, but Technoblade handed you your ass. I think you might need the help of an army." You pouted at this, nose wrinkling just a little.

"Well, I doubt it'll ever come to the point of me having to truly fight." You waved it off, shooting him a smile. “I’m well taken care of here. They like me.” You twisted, looking over to where Tubbo was speaking to Tommy. The brunet caught your gaze, brightening and offering you a cheerful wave. You lifted your hand briefly from George’s, returning the wave. Your attention returned to your brother, who simply smiled gently.

“I can tell. I just worry about you being where I can’t see you.” His voice was gentle, hand once more grasping your own. Your gaze softened slightly, head shaking just a little.

“I’m not a little girl anymore, Gogy. I swear to you, I’ll be fine. Happy. Free.” The childhood nickname had rolled off of your tongue with familiarity. A sign of how genuine you were. No formalities. Just two siblings.

He had sighed in response, hugging you tight for a moment. “I know. It’s hard to not see you as one.” You could reluctantly accept that, returning the hug. “I suppose I can’t keep your company for myself. Go, dance with Dream. He probably wants to.”

The words brought your attention to the blond, catching his eye and smiling a little. His gaze seemed conflicted- caught somewhere between soft and affectionate, and hard and frustrated. You tried your best to ignore it, waving him over slightly. He seemed to hesitate, before running his hands down the front of the green tunic he wore and heading your way.

“Princess,” he greeted gently once he was close. Your eyes shone with light-hearted fondness, taking his proffered hand. He tugged you closer to him, one hand curled with yours while the fingers of the other dug slightly into your waist. You shrugged the grip off a little, free hand settling onto his shoulder, fingers fingers brushing the white fur of the cape that sat there.

“For now,” You teased, beaming up at him. Mischief was clear in your grin, letting him whisk you away along the dance floor. His eye flickered with something- too quick for you to notice. Then it was looking over your head, seemingly focusing on someone else. You almost turned to look, but he was soon focused on you. He moved way too fast for you to keep up. It was exhausting, yet you weren't sure you wanted to bother with it right now. Not today.

His fingers grasped your waist tighter. "You're really set on this, aren't you? Are you even sure you truly want to become queen to him? To this nation?" Disgust and irritation laced his words. Hell, he even sounded accusatory. You frowned up at him, squaring your shoulders.

"I've told you this before. I'm going through with this. I'm fine. You and George worry too much. Praelicentiam has treated me well," you reassured. Your fingers smoothed the fur of his cloak, praying it was enough.

He still looked disgruntled, lips tugging into a small scowl. "You know if things go wrong-" he started, but you shook his head to cut him off.

"I can return to Kinoko. I know. You and George have told me this more times than I can count." Your eyes fluttered shut in an attempt to calm yourself. His grip relaxed in the process, tugging you even closer.

"I just worry for you here. You've heard the rumors. I feel like you'd be safer in Kinoko." Where he could watch you. It was left unsaid, but definitely implied. He leaned down, pressing a feather light and affectionate kiss to your forehead. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you made to move away, saved by the clearing of a throat.

"Surely you wouldn't mind if I stole our bride for a dance?" A firm hand sat on your arm, drawing your attention to the blond man who had interrupted. Philza stood there, a kind yet unnerving smile directed to your childhood friend.

Dream narrowed his eye for a moment before he relented, handing you over to the man. "Of course not. I'll talk to you later, princess." The distaste in his voice was palpable, but you were able to ignore it.

"You were starting to look like a deer caught in the middle of a path," Philza pulled your attention to him as he moved with you to the music. You couldn’t help but laugh nervously.

"Dream can be a lot sometimes." Philza had simply inclined his head in acknowledgement as you spoke. Dream always had a way to be intense, and you never deciphered if it was good. It had been that way for the past year. You were hardly given time to dwell on your best friend, though. Instead you were being handed over to Tommy, who seemed far from thrilled. Just behind him you could see Wilbur, throwing him a very pointed look.

He didn't seem to linger with his dance, grumbling the whole time about how he hated these formal events. Much like the child he was. You would only laugh, knocking his ankles with your feet.

Then you were off to Tubbo, who's eyes were just as bright as his grin. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were enjoying my wedding more than I am." It was a lighthearted tease but he couldn't help but sheepishly laugh.

"For now I am, yeah," he acknowledged. You followed his gaze over your shoulder, where Schlatt stood holding a cup of wine. You supposed he wasn't looking forward to dealing with his father. You didn't blame him. Beside Schlatt stood Dream, his eye focused solely on you. The pair seemed quiet, thankfully. The idea of Schlatt talking too much with Dream made your stomach churn. You didn't doubt that Schlatt would be able to make Dream do something stupid- the older man was no doubt irritating.

The music faded to a new song, joined with a new dance partner. Your feet were aching, begging for a chance to sit down. Yet you supposed it was obligatory to dance with people. At least your new family seemed to believe so. Which is why Wilbur was now gliding you across the dance floor. He held himself with a poise very akin to Techno’s, a practiced poise and grace to his movements.

As if the way he held himself as he danced wasn't reminder enough, he couldn't help but joke, "If things had gone differently perhaps I would have been the one to promise you my last breath." He laughed, shooting you an amused smile. You echoed his laugh, briefly pondering how different Praelicentiam may have been.

"We'll never know, shall we? I think I prefer you my brother, anyways." He nodded in agreement, one hand softly patting your hair. It was exhausting, being on your feet this long. You needed to eat.

Eret seemed to realize this as they stepped up to you, holding a hand out. "One dance with me and I'll get you back to Technoblade. You've been dancing awhile." You let your shoulders sag a little.

"Just one dance, then. I'm exhausted." A whine edged into your voice. They laughed and nodded, seeming satisfied once you placed a hand into their's. Their movements were a comfort, in a way. You felt endlessly comfortable with them.

"Do you miss Kinoko?" They questioned after a few moments, making your steps stutter. It wasn't a question you expected from them.

You regained yourself, offering a soft smile. "Of course. It's my home, there's people I love there. It'll always be my home and I'll always yearn for it. The path laid ahead of me led me here, though. This is my home just as much." You loved Kinoko endlessly. Yet you were growing to love Praelicentiam. This was going to be your kingdom one day. You needed to learn to love it and it's people.

Eret seemed to think on your answer, sighing softly. "So long as you find happiness."

"I'll be happy here," you were quick to defend, offering a smile. They relented, and pulled back as the song came to an end.

"Fine, fine. Let's get you off of your feet." You were more than happy to follow Eret as they led you through the mix of people. As if it was even hard to spot Techno, where he stood talking quietly to a short man. You barely got a look at him before you were noticed. The man looked at you from behind glasses before smiling, seeming to disappear into the crowd before you got close. You frowned, lifting an eyebrow at Techno.

"Finally had enough socialization?" His voice called to you once within range. Eret squeezed your shoulder, muttering about how they needed to attend to other matters and disappearing.

"More than enough. Who was that?" You tried to locate the man in the crowd, but he was nowhere you could see. Weird.

“Someone running a favor for me.” It was a bland answer but you supposed there wasn’t much to expect. You simply relaxed into his hand as it settled between your shoulder blades, steering you towards seating. It took everything in your power to not sink into the chair as it was pulled out for you. You had a feeling that now that you were seated, you’d be there for a long while.

Techno settled into the seat beside you, his eyes raking over everyone else. Watching as if he expected something. You followed the gaze, trying to view things as he did. Yet you couldn’t. All you saw was people partying, enjoying their time there. Eret was conversing with George, your older brother struggling to stifle laughter. Wilbur was talking to Nihachu and two people you couldn’t recognize. One was a woman, tall with a mop of curls like you had never seen. The way her fingers curled with Nihachu’s gave you enough clue on who she was. The other was a man, currently laughing over something you wished you could hear. He seemed to be laughing hard, struggling to keep ginger and white locks of hair out of his face.

You sought out the younger two, knowing they would be joined at the hip. It wasn’t too hard. They stood with another- a boy? He looked young in the face, from what you could see given the slightly anxious expression he wore. Light patches of skin quite a few shades lighter littered him, dual colored eyes focusing on Tommy. His hair was like an extreme version of the man who was with Wilbur- yet instead of ginger there was black. As well as several patches of white as opposed to a single tuft. He was certainly a sight to behold and you swore you had never seen him before. You would have remembered him.

You pushed it aside, for now. You sought out the few other people you knew still. Dream was in a corner, arms crossed over his chest as he talked to a guard. You could tell it was a Kinoko guard, but couldn’t tell who. You tried to look harder to figure it out- you grew up with much of the guard- but it was pointless. His back was to you. It would be more worth it to continue your conversation with Technoblade. “You seem to have a lot of people doing favors for you.”

He huffed in laughter beside you, turning his attention from the people. Instead he watched you, amusement bright in brown eyes.”I’m the crown prince. Of course I have a lot of favors being done.”

“What type of favors?” You questioned, kicking your feet just slightly. You wanted to know. As much time as you spent training with Techno, you didn’t know what he did beyond that. He was still as much of a mystery to you as when he walked into Kinoko.

He shook his head, eyes flicking towards the people again. “Things I would prefer you to stay out of unless necessary. Instead of thinking about that, think about food.” You opened your mouth to complain but he was already waving a servant over, mentioning food to them. The boy nodded, turning to go fetch the food.

You let yourself focus on the food. You’d already tried pushing Techno on one subject today and had to leave it alone, you weren’t going to try a second one. It’s not that you weren’t hungry, either. Everything that had happened today had made you hungry. At least the food was good. You were still having to adjust to the amount of food too. Kinoko hadn’t been able to eat like this in quite some time. You wondered if George and Dream felt similarly to the food- though you were sure that Praelicentiam had since begun to send food over.

It was only when you had finished you truly began to wind down. So did much of the celebration. People left the room with stomachs full of wine and good food. You’d have to thank Nihachu for it. In the morning, though. She had already left with her girlfriend. You were eager to join the crowds of people leaving. You were ready to go to sleep.

Which was a problem.

You had been taught for so much of your life what was expected of you on your wedding night. Your mom had made sure of that, unwilling to see her daughter get hurt in ignorance. Yet, it still had a weight settling in your stomach. A rock lodged in your throat. Why was it now that you felt the fear Dream was so insistent you felt? Was it because you didn’t know what to expect from Techno?

You couldn’t help but glance at him, fingers toying with your dress. You honestly hoped it was nothing like training. It made you wince, which pulled his attention to you instead. “Are you tired?” His voice was low. You hesitated, glancing towards the few people who still lingered. George and Dream had both left, as well as Tommy, Tubbo, and their tall friend. So few people were here now. You gave in and nodded. There was no point in sticking around. Techno stood up then, holding a hand out for you to take.

It was natural for you to let him lead you through the castle, despite you already knowing it pretty well. He seemed to want to make sure you got wherever you were going safely. The silence was crushing and tense. You almost felt like you were drowning in it. Could he hear the way your heart thrummed against your rib cage, or how your blood was roaring in your ears.

Yet he passed his chambers entirely, heading towards yours instead. It threw you off. Weren’t you supposed to consummate the marriage? Your confusion must have been evident, because he spoke softly, “You seem exhausted. Get some sleep.” A hand settled on your shoulder, squeezing softly. Then he leaned around you to open the door, leaving you to your thoughts and wondering why he had taken you to your room instead of his.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt #dream smp #dream smp x reader #reader insert #dsmp #dsmp x reader #dream team #technoblade #technoblade x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #kingdom au #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois family #t&t

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angelsandarsenic · 2 years ago

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Winter is Coming!! *Excitement* So have some DreamSMP Ski/Snowboard Headcanons!

Dsmp hits the slopes Pt. 1

Techno:

--Mainly skis but also boards

--there’s a video of him totally booking it right past one of those big yellow signs that says “turning is cool! No straight lining”

--Phil is in the background saying “techno nO this is how you hit that child last time!”

--last time was actually when he was younger and still learning and wasn’t going crazy fast. No one got hurt thankfully

--he does come concerningly close to hitting children way too often

--complains about having to wait for Dream to strap into his board when he skis with them

--just wears a hoodie instead of an actual jacket, either with two black diamonds on it or an Antarctic Empire ski brand hoodie

(Antarctic Empire would be such a cool name for a winter sports brand)

Dream:

--half and half snowboard and ski

--can do blacks, terrain parks and glades all day but will fall in the common area going back to the lift

--doesn’t like skiing/boarding alone (he gets in a depressive Mood and gets way too reckless, or has to resist just laying down at the top of the mountain because everything is too much work and he doesn't have the energy)

--loves to race George, Sap, Bad, Sam and Ant (he always wins)

--sometimes uses his poles to trip them up on purpose (only cuz he knows they’ll be fine)

--he and techno score people’s wipeouts from the lift

--the one thing he can’t get the hang of is fancier butter tricks and he rage quits (then tries again next time)

Philza:

--used to snowboard and is still pretty good but switched to skis (no poles)

--has tons of stickers on his board from everywhere he’s been

--the graphics on his skis are murders of crows (flock murders not kill murders)

--one of the greatest back country skiiers and snowboarders with kristen

--he and Kristin always take some time to admire the scenery

--taught Techno how to board

Tommy:

--tried to learn to snowboard when Wilbur did but got frustrated quickly with how much he wiped out and switched over to skis

--he’s very speedy. One might even think he doesn’t know how to stop properly...

--In response to the Techno video Wilbur sent one back of Tommy screaming and running right through the middle of the “high speed kills! Slow down!” Sign

Tubbo:

--also tried snowboarding cuz Tommy did. He was a natural talent but switched to skis later

--always gets distracted by the grey jays

--goes through the trees as much as possible

--whenever Ranboo is down ahead of him he screams “IM A GIRAFFE” as he goes by

--got distracted and forgot to get off the lift once

--has one of the jackets with the fur around the hood

Wilbur:

--snowboard, still learning

--he stays on the blues with Tommy

--he’ll be doing great but then eat snow pretty bad and get nervous and slower for the rest of the day

--a bit scared about switching edges

--he rides the edges really bad and tears them up and tires himself out more because he's also nervous he'll lose his balance going straight on and fall

Ranboo:

--started on skis but was a bit too clumsy kept and crossing them over each other and stuff and switched to snowboard

--brings necklaces to throw on the trees with Tubbo

--Wilbur gets kinda annoyed when Boo passes him, also that he’s so good at switching edges

--learned snowboarding really fast but doesn’t want to go on blacks just yet

--clumsy off the lifts

Bad Boy Halo:

--snowboards

--memorized the maps and always knows where he is

--has to remind skeppy that the closed runs are closed for a reason

--always makes sure to put the bar down on the lift, also that person that makes friends with everyone on the lift

--loves the glades

Skeppy:

--loves jumping everything but the rails kinda scare him

--has gone speeding out of control into the trees once

--always wants to do the most perilous runs

--“just point me in the direction we’re going”, has gotten lost multiple times

--speedy

George:

--skis

--always listening to music

--will complain about having to wait for people when they fall or just leaves them behind

--he and dream both spray slow/fallen people when they go by

--the only time he falls is when he zones out and isn’t paying attention

--almost always late getting out cuz he slept in

Bonus: Kristin:

--skis

--helps people on and off the lifts but can’t help but laugh when they fall

--always down to give tips to people who ask

--also loves glades and back country

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countessdelannoy · 2 years ago

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In regards to your post with the “read more” on it. I have a feeling the Girls of Great Britain and Ireland tiara will eventually be worn by Kate. Like you, I’m curious to see what Camilla and Kate will wear from the vault moving forward. I’m hoping Camilla will wear some of the Greville pieces or jewelry from Queen Mary that are rumored to be unworn in the vault. I can picture Camilla wearing the Vladimir tiara and the Ruby tiara of Queen Victoria that the Queen Mum loved. I can also picture her wearing the Burmese Ruby Tiara. Camilla should wear some of the diamond necklaces they have as well as the larger brooches that haven’t been worn in a while. I think Kate might receive another tiara to wear. Maybe she could wear a fringe tiara, the Persian Turquoise tiara, or the sapphire bandeau that Margaret wore. Are their specific pieces you want to see them wear?

i didn’t really have any specific pieces in mind, but these all sound great. after some thought: maybe some of the big sapphires - the george vi sapphire tiara, or the marie feodorovna bandeau if it still exists? if the persian turquoise set has returned to the main line that would be a nice option (turquoise jewels can be hard to pull off but i think catherine could do it) or the queen adelaide fringe if it’s still floating around the vault and can be put back on a tiara frame.

i’ve always had a little bit of a grudge against the burmese ruby tiara bc it was made from dismantling the nizam of hyderabad tiara and that is a sin i just cannot forgive (lol), so if we’re doing rubies i’d like to see her try out the oriental circlet instead.

#morgan talks

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so-idialed-9 · 3 years ago

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Hey :) I recently listened to Harry's "Oh Anna" and was wondering what you think it's about? I haven't really found any discussions about it. Do you know if there are any theories? I kinda feel like it's about Brianna ... it would just make so much sense to me. "Every time I see your face, there’s only so much I can take" and "I don’t want your sympathy, but you don’t know what you do to me" are rather obvious. But also "Well I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body" makes sense since Harry really wants kids and she is supposedly carrying Louis child. Also since it's a line from "Faith" by George Michael which already gives it a queer meaning. Also gives it a kinda cute meaning like Faith in the future that someday he could touch someone's belly who's actually carrying Louis'/his child?

Hi! This is my first Ask, thank you so much, I'm very excited.

I'm also deeply sad to say I don't have a ton of insight on the Anna lyrics. It isn't one of my favorites so I never pay attention to it. I think your theory is a good one.

Other possibilities -

It was released basically at the same time as Medicine, Harry's queerest anthem (so far). He performed them both on tour.

The media called Medicine "a bisexual anthem." They got a lot of the more explicit lyrics wrong, more watered down. They seemed quite confused by it (lol at that in 2021).

So perhaps Anna was a stunt song or a compromise song to lessen the definitive queerness of Medicine.

As you noted, Anna is heavily influenced by George Michael's Faith. Harry is a huge fan of George Michael - he has lyrics from Careless Whisper tattooed on his ankles, and he has talked about him and sung his songs.

RBB/SBB referenced George Michael multiple times. 1.6.2016 - the Bears changed their Twitter icon to George Michael from the album cover of Faith - where he is in a black leather jacket and aviator sunglasses. RBB wore this look a lot, usually with a studded collar - like the collar Harry has worn in several photo shoots, that people mistakenly thought was a lil necklace.

Harry has even been on camera several times wearing the Choose Life shirt which GM famously wore in Wham!

Here Harry is checking out George Michael's art, taking it very seriously with the catalogs under his arm. I like to think he bought something and went home very pleased with himself, and hung it up immediately.

One of the lyrics on Anna that jumps out for me is:

Don’t know where you’re laying

Just know it’s not with me

Don’t know what I’d tell you if

I passed you on the street

Don’t know how you taste when

There’s smoke in your perfume

Chew me up and spit me out

Nothing left to lose

Hope you never hear this

And know that it’s for you

I don't know what I'd tell you

If you asked me for the truth

Laying could be read as lying down or as in "to get laid." It's either emotionally or sexually intimate. Possibly both. And is now pining for it.

Louis sings something similar in Just Like You. A song entirely centered on how the headlines are all bullshit - and disclosing how forced closeting and other abuses have always been used by the entertainment machine and media to control artists. It contains exactly and approximately ten billion LGBTQ references per square second. Including, of course, George Michael's forced closeting...and forced outing, and how that impacted his career.

If I had it my way, pub lunch every Sunday

Cheap beer and it's okay

I wanna lay where she lays

I wanna stay in these days

Gonna smoke and it's okay

In Anna, the singer doesn't smoke - but the person they're pining after does. In JLY, the singer smokes.

So TWO parallel references - one to laying and the other to smoke.

Harry also covered Girl Crush for BBC, and it's one of the most heart-rending covers I've ever seen. It is not just pining. Not even pining 2.0. It's pining infinity.

An incredible longing to just bury themselves in their lover's hair, breathe them in. Scent is one of the strongest triggers for memory in humans.

There is a lyrical parallel here too:

I want to taste her lips

Yeah, ‘cause they taste like you

I want to drown myself

In a bottle of her perfume

I want her long blonde hair

I want her magic touch

Yeah, ‘cause maybe then

You’d want me just as much

I've got a girl crush

Of course here, the play on words is the crush isn't ON the girl. It's OF the girl who has access to the lover he actually wants.

It also makes me think of when Louis said his favorite thing about Harry was his curls or his smell. And how he was is probably constantly playing with Harry's hair.

The Faith riff and repeat of the line from the song

Well I guess it would be nice

If I could touch your body

Has the same longing for their missing lover's body, hair, scent, everything.

But in Faith the song goes on to say, basically, I need a break, I want you but I am sick of games and having my heart tossed on the floor, even though you're begging me I'm not sure if it's real and I want devotion and faith:

Well, I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body

I know not everybody has got a body like you

But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away

And I know all the games you play because I played them, too

Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion

Time to pick my heart up off the floor

Oh, when that love comes down without devotion

Well, it takes a strong man, baby

But I'm showin' you the door

'Cause I gotta have faith

I gotta' have faith

Because I gotta have faith, faith, faith

I got to have faith, faith, faith

Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay

Say "Please, please, please don't go away"

You say I'm givin' you the blues

Maybe you mean every word you say

Can't help but think of yesterday

And another who tied me down to loverboy rules

Before this river becomes an ocean

Before you throw my heart back on the floor

Oh, baby, I reconsider my foolish notion

Well, I need someone to hold me but I'll wait for somethin' more

Yes, I gotta have faith

Ooh, I gotta have faith

Because I gotta have faith, faith, faith

I gotta have faith, faith, faith

Faith in the future perhaps??

Harry once said he wrote Two Ghosts during 1D days and he also said he wrote it "the first time he broke up with me." So I imagine he has experienced quite the rollercoaster of heartbreak and reconciliation and begging and love and confusion.

He kind of talks about this in The Kitchen Table oops! excuse me oBviOuSLy I meant From The Dining Table also -

Why won't you ever be the first one to break/

Why won't you ever say what you want to say

Maybe one day you'll call me

And tell me that you're sorry too

But you, you never do

Woke up the girl who looked just like you

I almost said your name

No shade to Louis, absolutely not, I am a total Louis Tomlinson worshipper, even more than I am for Harry. 💙 and he was doing his best at such a young age under incredible pressure and closeting and industry abuse and stunts and being told who he was hurt other people he loved and how who he was was something to fix, and he raged back at the machine the best he could. I absolutely believe he is still doing so and I look forward to anything I can do to help his master plan. Fuck the system. Louis Tomlinson world domination forever.

Oh Anna could also be a play on words, like Olivia is it an emotion? we don't know...

It does sound like Ohana, which is related to Harry's management company. Or Johanna. Or even Anne.

If the former, it could be his version of fuck the system song. I think that's a stretch, but lyrics can be stretchy and these would fit:

Chew me up and spit me out

Nothing left to lose

Hope you never hear this

And know that it’s for you

I don’t know what I’d tell you if

You asked me for the truth

I don’t want your sympathy, but you don’t know what you do to me

I have also seen people say it's a song for Zayn and Anna is really Ana, codename for anorexia. That could fit if you believe in Zarry perhaps. I'm a Larrie but also a Ziam hopeful because it would be so nice and I love their nerdiness and their kindness towards each other. I do think it is interesting people don't obsessively ask Zayn to define his sexual orientation because I think everyone just assumes bi or pan, even though he is always in public relationships with women. His whole vibe is like he is so cool it would be offensive to label him or ask him to define himself, and you need to rise to his level, and that is not easy to pull off when your coolness is 85% shyness and you are in love with the adorableness of Minions, while also singing Pillow Talk and being rhapsodized over as beautiful and a sex symbol and even more offensively, "exotic" all the time.

So those are my unhelpful thoughts. But your idea is intriguing - although many people think Brianna didn't actually have Louis' baby, your interpretation could still fit either view.

I am tagging in @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk who has the best lyric analyses I know of but I didn't find one for this song. Maybe they'll have some insight for you.

#anna #oh anna #lyric analysis like an english lit major #harry styles #stunts #medicine lyrics #anna lyrics #oh anna lyrics #larry stylinson #ziam

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trashbag-baby666 · 3 years ago

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How Modern Band Of Brothers ships would act in high school.

-Luztoye

•Joe is definitely on the football team no doubts about it.

•George is on the Pom Pom squad because I feel like he would be more fem in high school? Skirt and all besties.

•After every game Joe and George have a heated make out session in Joe’s beater old truck.

•They’re all about the PDA in the halls before class, in the commons during lunch, you name it they have kissed there.

•Joe’s favorite date nights are going to the drive in theater and putting an air mattress and blankets and pillows in the bed of his truck.

•After Joe loses his leg in a car accident George does everything he can to support him.

•George helps Joe with the work he’s missed and make sure he keeps up before he returns.

•George goes to all of Joe’s appointments and cheers him on.

•George is just Joe’s personal cheerleader.

-Webgott

•They kiss everywhere.

•Like they can’t be stopped from having nasty make out sessions in the student parking lot.

•Joe tattoos Webs name on himself.

•Web has a caffeine addiction because he spends too much time working on homework and no time sleeping.

•Joe has to beg David to take breaks from studying/homework.

•They take drives together.

•They get lost, get a hotel room in a random city they end up in.

•Lieb 100% has his own tattoo gun and gives all his friends tattoos.

•Webs parents are not the biggest fan of Joe.

•The Liebgott family literally loves David like their own.

•Joe convinces David to let him tattoo one of David’s favorite E.E. Cummings poem lines on him but he messes up the spelling and they get in a fight about it.

-Speirton

•Speirs is definitely in the ROTC.

•Lip is like super into the cooking classes at school.

•they ultimately meet after they’re assigned parents together in the baby project in health.

•Lipton was so excited to be the parent of a literal doll.

•Speirs was not excited.

•But Lipton showed him how parenting can be fun and rewarding.

•One night when they’re working on the project together they end up kissing and it’s all history from there.

•All the underclassmen are terrified of Speirs.

•Most of their underclassmen friends call Lip mom.

-Baberoe

•Babe met Eugene when he was a freshman and Gene was a sophomore.

•They got together when Babe hurt himself while roller skating with Gene and he had to patch him up.

•Gene teaches Babe all about crystal healing magick.

•Babe always wears a rose quartz necklace that Gene made him.

•Babe and Gene like to walk in the woods on dates.

•They usually go to the 24 hour diner after.

-Winnix

•Now Richard is for sure the gay kid on the track team.

•Lewis is the one who watches their practices from the bleachers and smokes.

•Lewis goes to all of Dicks track meets.

•Nix picks up Richard every day for school in his dads corvette.

•When Nix starts to heavily drink at parties their junior year it sparks something in Dicks anxiety.

•They go through a toxic patch where Dick keeps begging him to stop drinking because it’s hurting their relationship but he just can’t.

•But once senior year falls he gets clean with support of his boyfriend and the friends around him.

#band of brothers #david webster #joe liebgott #winnix #webgott #easy company #richard winters #baberoe #ronald speirs #lewis nixon #babe heffron #eugene roe

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We*bo Night Style Review

The following is my insight and perception as a professional stylist and is subjective to my position and role.

Long post is long.

Starting from the first I saw, I will address Yibo's blue Chanel number. This look pulls directly from Chanel's Spring 2021 Ready-to-Wear line. It is paired with Jimmy Choo Mocca loafers and a beret which has a badge on it bearing "my own private planet" on it. This is a cute accessory for the The Little Prince homage alone. I won’t go into how fitting it is for Yibo to pull from this beloved book as it would make this post needlessly gushy and too long, just know that I have had loud feelings about it all day.

Honestly, I was underwhelmed upon first impression when I saw this fit. Setting aside my own personal dislike of Chanel, the overall feel of this look didn't catch nor meet what I would have expected to see. It held a cute air of youth to it and played upon the boyish charm Yibo simply cannot be rid of thanks to his facial structure and features. It is jarring for me to write about Chanel in conjunction to "youthful, boyish charms" as Chanel caters near exclusively to women with deep pockets that enjoy looking as if they corner the ideal of being a Stepford Wife, no matter the age.

However, Yibo has always successfully turned Chanel's overt "Emily Gilmore" aesthetic on its head and has singlehandedly returned Chanel to being in the ranks of fashion which are aimed at younger to middle range adults. Tonight is no exception to this as he did look wonderful. The accessories and the shirt are all also Chanel and initially debuted in as an ensemble when this Spring 2021 Ready-to-Wear line was trotted out at the end of last year. In my opinion as a professional and critical eye, Yibo wore this look better than the original model. The way his hair stylist did his hair with micro extensions and false locks to give him that additional length and furthering the ideal of youthful leisure really made this style snap off.

Some notes on the pieces in play:

This is not the first time Yibo has worn this specific collection of Chanel’s. His styles from Tencent Star Awards were also from this range.

This collection was inspired by actresses of the vintage screen. Virginie Viard has commented that she wanted to capture the duality of modern actress lifestyles - high production value and quality of the red carpet service styles, to the staged nuance of being off screen and therefore off duty while waiting in line for coffee - framed by classic lines of the bygone Hollywood era. Yibo specifically seems drawn to the separates-based mix of the set, which were all styled from the draw of the 1980s - hence the shoulder pads and candy colors of pink and now blue. I feel it is worth mentioning that when this line debuted the runway many comments flew about how the collection felt very reminiscent of looking at Regina George inspired couture. Mean Girls, but make it Wang Yibo.

The mini purse around his waist is actually a necklace, not a belt.

He is wearing the Coco Crush ring. This item is peak comfort item material as he seems incredibly keen on wearing it whenever possible and is unabashed to have it called to attention. There is a story behind this ring, of this my professional chimes are ringing loudly in certainty.

My impression of this style changed drastically the more I looked at it and marveled at the almost pale vulnerability the look managed to pluck upon. The color is flattering despite it being candy-bright and almost too pigmented to think of as a functional red carpet choice. Also, I strongly suspect the play here was to highlight the duality of Yibo himself since the style he served up immediately after this completely overwhelms the fawning spring of this style.

Wang Yibo 2.0

This second look features Fendi, Patek Philippe, and Louboutin. The blazer is a Fendi black wool piece and the shirt, also Fendi, is from their lovely Spring/Summer 2021 collection. The watch is Patek Philippe and further showcases Yibo’s taste for expensive and bold watches and it’s actually incredibly admirable for him to use watches as an accessory which seals the deal on an ensemble. There aren’t many that can pull this off due to how often watches remain hidden by the cuffs and sleeves of jackets and shirts and therefore go unnoticed or are seen as bulky obstructions and are being slowly and steadily phased out from being considered staples of style. Of course the shoes are Louboutin, which is just a nice choice no matter what. Solid footwear; sleek and stylish no matter what.

If I was initially underwhelmed by the previous fashion choice then this look did more than simply overwhelm me; it devastated me and left me gaping. The! Hair! The black on black silhouette! The way he flawlessly transitioned from being youthfully boyish and bursting with charm to a domineering presence of matured angles and sharp zeal!! Wang Yibo with an undercut and draped in matte black Fendi is enough to score through my bingo card of styles I was unprepared for and yet thankfully blessed by.

Some notes on the pieces in play:

While the Fendi blazer isn’t altogether spectacular and one of their more run of the mill items, the shirt beneath and the collection it was pulled from are interesting. The Spring/Summer 2021 Fendi line caters to the celebration of love and the surreal intensity of what a domestic experience quarantine and lockdown was like. The menswear was notably designed as “boardroom to boudoir” meaning that the concept was embellished loose linens which could be tucked into a business or formal setting only to later be tugged free and worn sweetly casual, bordering intimate.

This is the shirt in it’s full glory. It isn’t something you would expect to be expertly tucked into the slim lines of Yibo’s stature and one can imagine how it must appear when it left to fall loose around his lean frame. It is a bed shirt in essence and was utilized in such a way that it looks like an entirely new garment on him.

And now we move along to Xiao Zhan and his timeless and classic style.

A man of brand/designer solidarity, he is decked from head to toe in Gucci. I won a bet on this as I wagered he would absolutely be in his chosen favorite. The brooch is another staple in his fashion repertoire and is a Tiffany & Co. item.

He appears very timeless in these classic and clean lines. This is a straight fit wool suit which Gucci favors in tailoring to accentuate slim and tall builds and as such drapes over Zhan’s body as if it were an extension of his body itself. The fit is that perfect. He strikes me as looking very refined and noble in this suit; mature and aloof.

Some notes on the pieces in play:

Gucci has a reputation for constantly improving the way they tailor suits and as such this “relaxed straight fit” is exclusive to their label. Any other fashion house has slim fits, which are the original frame for this style, but entirely different in how Gucci has renovated the way it all fits and hangs. They alter jackets to be comfortably loose along the back of the neck while remaining pleasantly tucked to accentuate the lines of the shoulders, arms, and chest. The pants are brought in at the waist to make slim appear sleek, and the fall straight through the legs to provide the air of being relaxed.

The brooch he is wearing, “Four Leaves” by Jean Schlumberger via Tiffany & Co, is an antique item as Schlumberger was alive from 1907 to 1987. Schlumberger is only one of four designers ever given allowance to sign their work to Tiffany & Co. He created the collection the “Four Leaves” brooch hails from at behest of a friend and fellow admirer of nature’s glory, Rachel “Bunny” Mellon. The irony of Xiao Zhan, resident rabbit, wearing a piece created on the request of someone called Bunny is not lost to me and hopefully not any of you now that I’ve made mention of it.

The gemstone in the brooch is blue-green tourmaline. Tourmaline has many different correspondences depending on the color at hand. Blue-green rouses luck and success and is often used to manifest goals, notably of a creative nature. It is also a crystal of peace and encourages the release of past hurts by bringing them to the surface to be healed via honest and heartfelt communication. Tourmaline can evolve as it is worn and will adhere to the wearer’s conviction, rousing the idea of living a life of integrity and accountability; inviting the wearer to accept any perceived flaws and weaknesses with easy tolerance. I am making this mention because every bit of this seems so incredibly in line with where Xiao Zhan is in life and in his career, especially in light of what he so graciously said on we*bo yesterday as we made it to a year since hell came for him. I am always very moved by this man.

Here is the brooch just so you can have a proper look:

And that’s a wrap on We*bo Night’s lookbook!

This is a bit of a messy post and I do apologize for that, but nevertheless I hope it was enjoyable and gave you some new insights on the way fashion fits together at every turn.

#racks chats #weibo night #wang yibo #xiao zhan #style #styling #fashion deconstruction

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