#this movie was pure jerry

[fredandginger64]

Jerry in the "Ladies Man" 1961

I watched this last night and my God, how I laughed my fool head off at this scene! This was pure Jerry! This man could take any situation and make people die laughing. Genius! I'll love him forever💖💖

[jazzpertheghost]

Lego Ninjago movie AU where Garm (and everyone else I guess) knows that Lloyd is the Green Ninja and Garm is attacking Ninjago specifically to get Lloyd’s attention. He’s blowing up buildings trying to like stimulate Lloyd’s Oni instincts or whatever. “Come to the dark side Luh-Loyd we have sharks.” It’s a tempting offer. He gets sad if Lloyd doesn’t show up for their scheduled fighting

[bunnycobie]

ice cream - choi seungcheol

pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader summary: cheol hates mint chocolate chip, unless he's eating it off of you. genre: smut word count: 694 content/tw: food play(?), breast sucking, oral sex, facial, not proofread a/n: i had seungcheol brainrot so i apologize for this bc it's purely self indulgent 😵‍💫

18+ minors dni (masterlist)

“you’re joking, right?” cheol cringes above you, as you lay against his chest. “mint chocolate chip is not better than strawberry.”

“it is, and it’s better than that cherry crap you’re eating.” you tease, shoveling another spoonful of your ben & jerry’s into your mouth. “it beats all fruit flavors actually.”

cheol cringes, setting his pint on the table in front of you. “you’ve ruined ice cream for me.”

you smile. “that’s your loss.”

he adjusts his body under you so that your back lays flat on him. his arms wrap around your waist, thumb drawing circles on your stomach as you continue enjoying his least favorite flavor.

a few minutes into the movie you’re watching, cheol glances down and notices your ice cream melting. a drop falls off of the spoon and hits your chest, rolling down until you swipe it up with your finger and suck it clean. he shifts under you uncomfortably, trying to ignore how aroused he is by the visual.

until it happens a couple more times.

you had felt him get hard beneath you the first time, and at this point you were just teasing him. he’s never been one to initiate anything, so this was difficult for him. the ice cream was basically liquid at this point, and he should’ve caught on by now.

he moves under you again, abruptly this time, causing you to spill some down your tank top on accident.

“shit.” you flinch at the coldness of it running on your chest, sitting up.

seungcheol didn’t do it on purpose, but he also didn’t think to apologize. he eyes you for a second, lust written all over his face, before slowly pulling the stained top up just enough to reveal your breasts.

without thinking or asking for permission, he dives his face into you, licking up the melted ice cream. and despite him hating the flavor, he loves it on you.

something about his desperation and the way hes so greedy with you right now is driving you a little insane. you lift your top over your head, removing it completely as he continues sucking at your breasts. the mess is definitely gone by now, but hes still going. his mouth is cold from his ice cream, making your nipples harder and adding an extra sense of pleasure.

soft moans escape his throat, and at this point he’s so hard he might finish right this second. you lift his face up and away from your breasts. you kiss him, but he’s so whipped that he can barely kiss you back without getting sloppy. his hands are just all over you and he can’t get enough. it’s honestly adorable.

the least you could do is help him out.

his tongue is practically down your throat by the time you reach down to unbutton his jeans. he gets the memo and helps you out, pulling the waistband of his boxers down and revealing his cock that’s entirely swollen and dripping. thanks to you.

you kneel down on the floor in front of the sofa, letting him sit in front of you. you wrap your hand around him, the tip of your finger unable to reach your thumb because of his size. the second your tongue reaches his length, he lets out a whine.

he’s overwhelmed from the feeling of it all — your cold mouth wrapped around his girth, your watery eyes struggling to hold contact with his, and the soft noises you’re making as you try to fit all of him in your mouth.

you do a good job for him though, almost too good of a job. you feel him twitching against your tongue, realizing he’ll come soon. he thrusts himself into you lazily a few times before grabbing his length from you and attempting to finish in your mouth.

except he misses, and now his release is all over your face. he looks down at you adoringly, wondering how he’s lucky enough to be with someone as pretty as you. and he watches, eyes half-lidded, as you smile back at him, cleaning his mess off of you with your fingers and licking them clean.

[darkbluekies]

From what I understand Dr Kry pretty much is convinced Darling can do no wrong and is pure in the mind but what if lets say darling really enjoys playing horror/more violent/graphic video games in their free time, an example being outlast, and is in fact not put off by gore etc and finds the games more thrilling than scary.

Would he get darling the games and a way to play? what about the other yanderes? would they all want to monitor the type of media darling consumes?

Of course not! Darling isn't even allowed to watch movies like Hunger Games or Maze Runner, let alone real horror. It doesn't matter what darling likes, when they're with Kry he is in charge. He does not want darling influenced by those things.

He will "cleanse" darling of the liking of horror/violence/gore by taking it away from them, and then show them what they should like.

And for the other yanderes, Edmund would 100% control darlings consumption, but the others probably wouldn't. Least likely to care about it would be Jerry. Hedwig would maybe be put off in the beginning but wouldn't forbid it.

[soraarchives]

jake kim x reader / angst

how did it end?

you meet him three weeks before he is supposed to get out of juvie.

"i have got so much to tell you. i can't wait to meet you after so long." he is barely able to contain the excitement in his voice. it's so pure it's almost off-putting given in the place you are. how could this guy be in such a place when his motives were never unjustified? for you, that is, for the rest of the world, it's hard to say.

big deal is all about romanticism and that romantic nature didn't seem ever to leave jake.

"let's watch that movie together you wanted to watch," is what he suggests as one of the first things you two could do after such a long while.

he always had your back and so did you. be it you going to him for comfort after dating all those trashy guys and being in trashy situations or be it for him coming to you knowing no one may get him in the whole of big deal except you, how you would go on and on about the most random of things sometimes. how he says, "i really wanted to hear you laugh." it's undeniable whatever you both have in between.

the movie suggestion had you thinking of you both cuddled on the sofa, with the both of you not having your hands to yourselves. his hands roaming onto your thighs scribbling something.

the way he's got you feeling is like a high school girl in love. that's what you were when you first met him. how fitting it is you think to yourself.

…

as the day of his release was coming closer the rumours were getting to each and everyone's ears in big deal.

"what do you think, jerry? has he really changed?" you ask jake's sword who is as hesitant to answer your question as you are to think about his changed demeanour.

days go by you couldn't help but have this giddiness all the time. you thought the cards were stacked in your favour. this was the perfect time when you could meet jake and have time off to spend with him.

if only this perfect time could last. you're only waiting for the day when jake is released now. only he could provide you with the comfort you need is the thought on your mind.

the day comes when you meet him. whatever happened has let you know it will be quite different from all your daydreams.

he meets you on big deal street. you find him waiting for you. the first thing he asks for is a hug which you happily comply.

you both are here at the coffee shop that you chose, sitting with beverages in your hands. it's all good, may not be in the way you both had imagined but it wasn't as bad as your imagination. this is just the kind of break you need to get over what had happened.

"i know this is unexpected. i'm sorry for that. i have to leave tomorrow." he's dumbfounded at your words.

"where to?" he asks wanting to know what is this urgency that has you leaving.

"i have to go home." jake takes in your words.

"let's go somewhere else."

you're at his place.

he takes you by your hand, pulling you in. his arms are encircled around your waist. your face slightly peeking through his shoulders.

"i lost my.."

he doesn't need you saying anything further. he knows what you mean as always without you needing to say it for him. you both are in the middle of his living room staying still just wanting to be in each other's presence. this is what you needed.

"give me your hand." you do as he asks. "it's so small." you feign annoyance at his remark and bury your head in his chest. "it's not so small."

he pulls back to tuck your hair behind your ears to rest his forehead against yours. he leans in to see whether you want this too.

"if you want to do something, right now is when you should do it."

"i can't.. you know this is not the right time."

he gets behind you, pulls you close by your waist and his hands rest there while yours come to rest atop his, his lips are on your neck. he's waiting for the okay which you are hesitant to give.

"this may be the last time we're able to get close to each other." this time you are shocked at his words. you turn around to face him. "what do you mean this is the last time?"

"i've decided for you to retire from big deal."

"how can you decide that for me?"

"big deal is changing. i just got out of juvie. i don't want you to be dealing with anything like that."

there's sense in what he's saying but it's too abrupt to be dropped on you like this.

"i know i'm putting you on the spot." you find yourself enveloped by his warmth again. his explanation is muffled because his face is buried in your hair.

you pull away to listen to his words clearly but he doesn't allow that, his hand burying in your hair and guiding you to his chest.

you have an argument forming on your lips but he has you cut off by his words. you're too taken aback to make sense of it. you look up at him your hands resting on his which are now cupping your face. what he wants is evident. he leans into you again.

"i could kiss you right now if that's what you want."

"i'd want that any other day. now is not the right time."

"when would be the right time then?"

"anything but now. you know what i'm going through right now. i was waiting for you before. i would have wished to do so much more then."

"i get it. it's okay. i don't want to force anything on you."

"it's not okay. you're saying it's the last time."

"i'm just saying if you want to do something now is the time. after that i want you to move on."

"i can't move on after doing this with you. it's n-"

you take a step back to look up at him. he has his arms wrapped around you once more.

"it is okay."

you both can't come to a middle ground. before long he says, "you should leave. you have to get ready to go back home." time has slipped from your hands both for now and for this situationship of yours for years. you know you couldn't argue with him on this. you had to leave.

back at home, you realise jake did change. back at home, you realise he did tell you everything even when it felt like he didn't. back at home, you realise for all the times he said it was okay, it wasn't.

[thesoftboiledegg]

"Mort: Ragnarick" was pure fun, but a different kind of fun than "Rickfending Your Mort" and "Rise of the Numbericons: The Movie."

"Rickfending Your Mort" was a laid-back clip show that gave the viewer a break after the insanity of "Unmortricken"--a smart decision but not one with a lot of substance. "Rise of the Numbericons: The Movie" has been controversial. I thought it was entertaining, but it would've worked better as a YouTube short.

If "Unmortricken" represented lore episodes at their best, "Mort: Ragnarick" was the best of classic Rick and Morty adventures: a wildly imaginative plot, goofy satire, fantasy science and Rick and Morty working together as a duo, reminding us how much they need each other.

Rick's the driving force behind these adventures, but without Morty, he's just a miserable old man trying to distract himself. Morty's the heart and voice of reason. He also gives Rick something to live for. Without him, Beth, Jerry or Summer, why do anything?

Rick pretends to live for science, but "science" just caused decades of grief and isolation. His family isn't a concept; it's an entity that loves him back.

Bigfoot, an evil pope, Pokeballs, Valhalla, clone bodies, infinite energy sources, zombie Summer, Rick screaming "PO-O-O-O-OPE!": only Rick and Morty could combine all those concepts into one cohesive episode. I never thought "Wow, that took me out of the story." The Pokeball came close, but the end credits scene tied it all together.

Jerry's scene was a standout, too. Chris Parnell's reading of "Nana!" was genuinely sweet. It seems like Jerry's becoming a (mostly) willing participant in Rick's schemes instead of a helpless guinea pig. Is Rick learning that releasing his iron grip on his family makes them more attached to him, not less?

I also loved it when the Vikings called Rick a witch. He loves crystals, plays with magic, has two crows as familiars: damn right, he is!

You have to suspend your disbelief a couple of times, mainly when Bigfoot attacks Rick in the kitchen (he crushed Rick earlier like it was nothing, but now Rick walks away with a few scratches?) Still, the little character moments overshadow these flaws.

Judging by old posts that I've seen floating around, I think Rick and Morty's relationship is finally becoming what fans wanted it to be in seasons 1-3. Rick's still mean, but he's less dominant and more of Morty's mischievous co-conspirator. An alien mobster freaking out in "The Jerrick Trap" because of Rick's "touch my grandson and die" policy is straight out of fanon.

Rick's more physically gentle, and Morty responds in kind. He grabs and supports him when Bigfoot attacks him at home and touches his arm during their weird, overdramatic Bigfoot send-off. His pained cry of "Rick!" when Bigfoot nearly crushes him is heart-wrenching. Operation Phoenix is back online, but Morty's tired of watching him die!

Season five is when Rick started showing emotions on his face besides that cold, pissed-off glare--we all know the one--and in season seven, it's accelerated to Rick crying in front of others. He matches Morty's feelings instead of pretending that he's above human emotions.

Needless to say, dudebros have been flooding Adult Swim's Instagram comments and Twitter replies with "Rick and Morty is shit now!" "Rick's too nice!" "Rick and Morty has gone woke!" Justin Roiland's firing gave them more fuel, but they started even while he was still on the payroll.

Their favorite line is "Rick isn't Rick anymore!" And they're right. Rick's not the asshole from seasons 1-2 who had a couple of redeeming qualities. He's not the monster that he was in season three and parts of season four. He's not the defeated man in season five who started to realize that he's hurting people but still wanted Morty to look after him like a child.

Season six is when he started to grow up--not a lot, but enough that he began taking on adult responsibilities instead of thinking he's a teenage boy who sees another teenager as his peer. I wish we saw more therapy appointments, but while they're mostly off-screen, we're definitely seeing the effects.

This doesn't make Rick a great person or atone for what he's done. Some of his crimes are beyond atonement, and not just the obvious ones like blowing up planets. This is a universe where everyone has a body count and events that should've destroyed Earth have no effect on civilization. Death and destruction don't mean that much.

His worst crimes are the personal ones: destroying Morty's psyche in "The Vat of Acid Episode," treating his family like garbage for most of season three. You can't atone for that. You can't apologize for that.

However, I don't only judge characters by their past. I judge them by their capacity to change.

Walter White is a brilliant character, but he's not a personal favorite because his arc is a slow descent into hell. Rick's slowly climbing out of his crater, and while it doesn't erase the past, it's still happening. For me, that's more satisfying than watching a monster become a bigger monster.

Of course, he's still not above cosplaying as Odin while wearing a golden crown that literally says "GOD." But the former "no girls allowed" alpha male has become a dedicated therapy patient who's also a thirst object that would make bros cry about double standards. Sure, Rick, you're a god, now put on that weird half-shirt and prance around a little.

[ilikereadings]

A day on the water

Summary: Penny and Maverick invite you and Bradley for a day out on their boat

Warnings: just pure sweetness and fluff, nothing dirty, water/big bodies of water, use of Y/N

Words: 1.3k

Note: this is my first time writing anything, if there is anything I can improve please let me know! Hope you enjoy :)

❗️I wrote this all myself please don’t repost❗️

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Work for Bradley had been more on the heavy side this week, so when Penny and Maverick had invited you and Rooster on a day out on the water on Penny’s sail boat, he was quick to accept the invitation. When Bradley had told you about your plans for Sunday with Penny and Mav, you were more than thrilled.

Saturday night you and Bradley had a night in, watching your favourite movies and just embracing each other to decompress after a long week of work. Then Sunday rolled around and you were so excited to get to spend a day on the water with Maverick, Penny, and especially, Bradley. Although you and Bradley were in no rush, you packed everything up for the day an hour and a half before you left.

Around 12:30 you and Bradley got to the dock where Penny and Mav were. You were wearing your bathing suit and one of Bradley’s shirts, which was so big on you it went down half your thighs. Rooster was wearing his swim trunks which were pineapple print, and one of his dads old Hawaiian button up shirts. When you got on the boat, Penny greeted you with a hug while Maverick gave you a warm hearted smile.

You talk to Penny as Bradley heads over to Mav to talk to him. “Oh my gosh Penny, you look great! Thank you for inviting us!” You start the conversation. “It’s no problem really, Pete was telling me that Bradley was having a tough week at work and we haven’t seen you in a while, so I thought we should make it a double date!”

After a little chit chat, the boys untie the boat from the dock, and you all take off. Penny had put on a mixed playlist and ‘Dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac started playing. You smiled contently as you made your way to sit down on one of the benches. When you were seated, you took your shirt off and grabbed the sunscreen from your bag. As you started to apply the sunscreen Bradley had started making his was to you. You had decided to wear a simple but cute blue bathing suit, showing a little cleavage, but not too much because you wanted to be more modest than some of the other bathing suits only Bradley gets to see. You look up at him with a sweet smile and he leans down to you to whisper “You look good y’know?” His face changing to a more lustful look. You smile even bigger and hit him playfully on the arm and quietly scold him. “Bradley Bradshaw! We are here to spend time with our friends, get your mind out of the gutter!” Bradley starts laughing which makes you start laughing as well. Both of you calm down, and Bradley offers to put sunscreen on your back.

The four of you collectively agree to stop for a bit in the middle of the water to relax for a while. “Y/N, wanna come help me get lunch ready?” Penny asks, once the boat is anchored down. “Of course! Be right there!” You reply. Turning and kissing Bradley on the cheek before getting up to help. You only take a few steps away before Bradley shouts out “Lookin’ good honey!” You turned and gawked at him, your face flushed, Bradley and Maverick trying to hold in their laughs at your expression. You continue on to help Penny get the food out of the containers and onto some paper plates to eat.

After you all had ate, everyone was just relaxing, listening to music, watching the ocean, and talking a bit more. That’s when ‘Great Balls of Fire’ by Jerry Lee Lewis came on and you just had to get up and dance with Bradley. So, you stood up and grabbed him by the hands pulling him off the bench and into an open space of the boat. You of course knew the meaning of this song to him and Mav, but you also loved this song and wanted to dance. As you and Bradley danced to the song, the four of you sang along and laughed throughout. During the verse,

“Kiss me baby.. Mmmm feels good”

Both Pete and Bradley kissed their girls tenderly on the cheek. As the song ended, Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and spun you around with a smile big enough it was making the corners of his eyes crinkle. When he set you down, you wrapped you hand around his waist, lean up on your tip toes and connect your lips to Bradley with pure love. You took it all in as he sweetly kissed you back, but then you feels his hands creep up you sides.. and he starts tickling you. You burst out laughing and pull away from him, trying to pry his hands off of you. While Bradley continues to tickle you, he lifts you up and walks to the edge of the boat. You quickly catch on to what he’s doing and start playfully hitting him saying things such as “Don’t you dare Bradshaw!” And “I’ll get you back you Rooster!” And finally.. Bradley drops you off the side of the boat, but before you fell too far you grabbed him and pulled him in with you. You both fell into the water giggling and soaked. While Bradley swam over to you, Penney and Mav came to the edge of the boat to make sure you were okay. The only confirmation they needed was hearing your love filled laughs. When Bradley swam over to you he pulled you in, kissing the top of your head and giving Mav a thumbs up. You turned to Rooster and tried to look mad at him, but the more you looked into those brown puppy dog like eyes, your face lightened and you pulled him in for another sweet kiss on the lips. Tasting the salt water on his lips, you moved yours hands to the bottom of his hair on his neck. Then you heard someone say from the boat “Get a room will y’a?!”, you and Bradley separate and looks up to see Penny hitting Pete on the arm while Maverick was chuckling to himself. Just to show Mav, you quickly threw yourself onto Bradley, jokingly sloppily kissing his face and shoving the both of you underwater. When you came back up you swam to the ladder and got back on the boat while teasing Maverick by saying “That good enough for you?” Maverick just shakes his head and laughs at the two of you looking like wet dogs. Bradley notices how you start to shiver a little, he slowly slides his arm around your shoulders and guides you to the bench you were on before and sits you there. He goes into the bag you had packed nice and early this morning and got the towels out. He wrapped your towel around your shoulders and his around his hips. Bradley sits down next to you and once again puts his arm around you and starts rubbing your arm and bringing you in closer to him to try and warm you up. A little smile creeps up onto your face as you snuggle into his side and rest your head on his shoulder. You look over to Maverick who also has his arm draped over Penny’s shoulder, he smiles widely at you. “You don’t know how happy it makes me seeing you two together. You remind me so much of Carole and Goose. The way Rooster cares for you, Y/N and how you guys goof around together. It makes me miss your parents Rooster, but it makes me feel like they’re still here, their spirits in you two.” Maverick admits. You couldn’t help the happy tear that fell down your cheek onto Bradley’s shoulder. Bradley looked at you, then kissed your forehead. “I love you so much Y/N/N” Bradley says to you. “I love you too Bradley” you say back with the sweetest smile and a peaceful look in your eyes.

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Thank you for reading!! If you have any suggestions for change or improvements let me know! I hope you enjoyed!

[the-moral-of-the-rose]

If anybody wanted to write a crossover between L.M. Montgomery's books, here is a little help with the ages of the characters (@no-where-near-hero maybe it will be a tiny help for your fanfic):

Anne Shirley - born on 5th of March 1865

Gilbert Blythe - born in 1862 or 1863

James Matthew "Jem" Blythe - born in July 1893

Walter Cuthbert Blythe - born in 1894

Anne "Nan" and Diana "Di" Blythe - born in 1896

Shirley Blythe - born in 1888*

Bertha Marilla "Rilla" Blythe - born in 1900*

Gerald "Jerry" Meredith - born 1894

Faith Meredith - born 1895

Una Meredith - born 1896

Thomas Carlyle "Carl" Meredith - born 1897

Jims Anderson - born in August of 1914

Emily Byrd Starr - born on 19th of May 1888

Ilse Burnley - born in 1888 (probably)

Perry Miller - born in 1887

Frederick "Teddy" Kent - 1887 or 1888

Dean Priest - born in 1865

Patricia "Pat" Gardiner - born in 1913

Rachel "Rue" Gardiner - born in 1919

Winnifred "Winnie" Gardiner - born in 1910

Sidney "Sid" Gardiner - born in 1912

Joseph"Joe" Gardiner - born in 1908

Hilary Gordon - born in 1911

Elizabeth "Bets" Wilcox - born in 1913

David Kirk - born around 1893

Jane Stuart - born in May 1918 or 1919

Valancy Stirling* - born 1883**

Barney Snaith - born 1877**

Cecilia "Cissy" - born 1886**

Olive Stirling - born 1884**

Gay Penhallow - born in 1904***

Nan Penhallow - born in 1904***

Roger Dark - born in 1890***

Donna Dark - born between 1894 and 1896***

Virginia Powell - born between 1894 and 1896***

Peter Penhallow - born between 1888 and 1890***

Margaret Penhallow - born 1872***

Brian Dark - born 1916***

Hugh Dark - born in 1887***

Joscelyn Penhallow: born between 1889-1892***

*In both Anne of Ingleside and Rainbow Valley Shirley is two years older than Rilla. But in Rilla of Ingleside, he turns eighteen few months before Rilla... it is pure chaos. Rilla was supposed to be nearly fourteen, according to the RV, in 1914, but she is nearly fifteen in RoI. So I apologize, but I had a lot of trouble here...

**The Blue Castle is the most difficult to place in time. It is set several years before it was published, and in my own opinion: before Tangled Web and Pat of Silver Bush. Why? Because of this reference: "This was before the day of bobs and was regarded as a wild, unheard-of proceeding—unless you had typhoid." (The Blue Castle). Bobs were already "in fashion" at the beginning of Pat of Silver Bush (so, in 1919, when Pat was six years old: it was said that Winnie wanted to have her hair bobbed) and in Tangled Web (which is set in 1922). Yet, the cars, motorboats and movie theaters were a rather common occurence in The Blue Castle's times. But... there might be an explanation. Valancy doesn't live on PEI, which might have been a little "behind" the rest of Canada, as far as modern technology went. It is my own personal opinion, but I think that it might be set just before the war, at the same time as the end Emily's Quest. I know that the clothes seem more "modern" in TBC, but Emily wore "a little sport suit" and dress that was described as followed "there was so little of it". Teddy and Perry both had cars, as sone of Ilse's cousins. I would say that the Blue Castle book might be set around 1912-1913. Still, the timeline is extremely elusive. Please, let me know, dear Blue Castle Book Club's members, what is your opinion? I think I have read some amazing discussion about TBC's timeline a long time ago, but if I remember correctly, everyone was certain that this novel was set post WWI (me included, until this very moment when I tried to place Pat and Tangled Web and remembered the "bob" quote). So I choose 1912 as the beginning of TBC, when Valancy was twenty-nine.

*** the ages of characters in Tangled Web:

"They were first cousins, who were born the same day and married the same day,--Donna to her own second cousin, Barry Dark, and Virginia to Edmond Powell--two weeks before they had left for Valcartier. Edmond Powell had died of pneumonia in the training camp, but Barry Dark had his crowded hour of glorious life somewhere in France." (Tangled Web).

"Virginia Powell, whose husband had been dead eight years and who was young and tolerably beautiful" (Tangled Web).

"Valcartier, Quebec was the primary training base for the First Canadian Contingent in 1914."

- from: https://www.warmuseum.ca/firstworldwar/history/going-to-war/canada-enters-the-war/training-at-valcartier/

So, from this I assumed that Virginia's husband died in 1914 (so Tangled Web is set in 1922-23). Gay is 18 at the beginning, so she would be born in 1904. If Donna and Virginia were 18-20 when they got married, they would be 26-28 (so still "young"). at the beginning. Peter was 14 when Donna was 8, so he'd be 32-34 at the beginning of the book (same age or a bit older than Roger). Hugh was 35 at the beginning. I guess Joscelyn was a bit younger- most of LMM's heroines are at least two years younger than their love interest. I'd say she might have been 20-23 when she got married, so she'd be around 30-33 at the beginning of the book. I would say Brian is about six years old - he doesn't seem to attend school yet, but is big enough to be sent to the harbour. Margaret Penhallow was about fifty at the beginning of the book.

So sorry that this post was rather long, but it was a great fun to write (even if it took me A LOT of time). Thank you for reading. Please, let me know if you agree. Any feedback will be very welcome!

[dilli-vali-girlfriend]

Hindi movies I’ve watched since my exams ended:

Dil chahta hai: i never knew i needed to see akshaye saif aamir trio until i saw this movie 😭😭😭 kind of weirded out by the too old girl and akshaye plot but it was cute!!

Khoobsurat: they did fawad khan so dirty by making him say so stupid things some times. Nonsense movie but fun

Om shanti om: SHANTIPRIYA 🛐🛐 what great acting by deepika bhai for a DEBUT film. I loved the reincarnation plot ahahaha. Also omg kitne saare bade bade actors the same movie mei i dedd

Badrinath ki dulhaniya: watched purely for varia plot uske alawa nonsense plot. Love the yearning ahh

Humpty Sharma ki dulhaniya: VARIA VARIA. much better than badri ki dulhaniya. also MAI TENU SAMJHAAAWAAAN KI. Varun dhawan clean shave era 🙏🙏

Hum tum: HANDS DOWN BEST MOVIE IVE WATCHED IN ALLL. Emotional rollercoaster. Saif and Rani ki chemistry on ALAG LEVEL 🥹🫶 end tak aate aate rule hi dia tha mujhe. Also that one scene where he kisses rani to shut her up in the starting 😭😭 me and whoooi

Kalki: lets not talk about it? Ew? Cheee?

Desi boyz: atp i dont know why i am intentionally watching nonsense movies cuz what the hell was this. Dude has a gf tab bhi male escort banne ko taiyar hai? What kinda- and tanya and jerry vala plot kitna uncalled for tha

[evilgaygothgf]

How easy would they fall in love?

How easy would the the group chat members fall in love (imo)

a/n: this is kinda short since it’s my first post here 😞

Isaac

I feel like he wouldn’t pay you much mind at first, but as soon as you laughed at something he said or did or made a witty comeback at one of the other other boys, he’d be hooked

Like you’re all hanging out at the group house and he’s trying to jump into the convo and make a comeback at one of the guys, but like everyone is loud so they can’t hear him the first time, but he looks over and sees you laughing at whatever he said

You boost his ego (as if he needs it any bigger 🙄 /j ) and he eats that shit up

He can NOT hide his feelings for shit

This guy things he’s Mr Stone Cold out here and that you don’t have a clue

But he visibly gushes like big ol googly eyes boinging out of his head at you THIS FOOL CANNOT KEEP HIS COOL AROUND YOU

Softwilly

I think this man would swoon as soon as he saw your smile.

His pov would be like those movie scenes where everything goes blurry but you, you’re surrounded by an ethereal glow, birds singing and shit.

Boy would start floating like Tom and jerry when there’s a delicious pie smell in the air all 🤤 and wtv lmaoo

Yumi

Idk but I feel like he’s a tough cookie when it comes to stuff like this

Like you’d definitely be catching feelings first in this situation

He would probably start falling for you after you’ve known each other for a good bit of time and you’ve started rubbing off on him

He realizes you’re the only person besides him with an ounce of logic when you’re around the boys /j obv

You playfully mock him like the guys do, but he likes it when you do it and just plays like he hates it

Larry

He’d be besties with you at first I think

You’d join in on his and Tanner’s antics

The three of you would be dumb & dumber & dumbest

And like one day the two of you are hanging out alone and he realizes he has feelings for you 😑😐😑😐 (pretend they’re like blinking or smth idk)

And suddenly it’s like every time you come around now, Tanner is nowhere to be seen and it’s just a “coincidence” that you and Larry have to hang out without Tanner

Boy is crushing so hard but he really drags it out before ever saying anything to you bc I feel like he would like how pure it all feels…like he’s got his own little secret to himself yknow? Little mischievous guy

Tanner

This sweet boy

Like

Not playing favorites here but like

He’s a grown ass man but he’s babygirl and I’ll fight to the death over it

He’d fold. 😐

So fast

You play into whatever mischief he cooks up and it gets him all giggly and shit swinging his legs kicking his feet type shit

He’s so obvious about his feelings for you

Y’all send 0.5 selfies back and forth to each other and he is dying every time he gets one from you

Puts it in a special album on his phone and everything

Please be good to him

Grunk

Lil Grunky boy

He’s kind of like Isaac where he thinks he seems all cool and collected, but he’s so visibly nervous when you’re around

Tripping over his words

Blushing like crazy when you talk to him

Boy is SMITTEN

He tries to treat you like “one of the bros” thinking it’ll keep his crush on you secret

But if the group chat guys find out he has a crush on you it’s OVER for him

0 secrets at that point

Every time you’re around they’re making obvious pokes at Grunk about you

Obv all in fun, but like, if this boy gets in his feels over you, you’d know so fast

Thanks for reading!

[elise-51-blog]

"Run to Daylight" WIP snippet

“Why do you love sports so much?”

“‘Cos I’m a dumb jock,” Guy laughs, bunting the question away. “Plus there’s beer. And it’s easier than readin’ books and shit.”

“Shut up,” Kyle laughs, shakes his head.

It’s about dinnertime, and he wonders what he has in the fridge or if Kyle might want to get something in a bit except he’s probably not hungry after all the beer and hotdogs. 

“I dunno. I guess it’s just. When everything else in my life was shit, sports seemed like the real thing. Like the only real thing in a world of bullshit.”

Kyle hums. “It’s weird, I mean. I always thought the opposite, to be honest. Everyone cared so much about the football team, or how the basketball team was doing, and just seemed like a distraction from…from actual life. From more important things.”

Guy’s heard this spiel a million times. Mostly from chicks.

Kyle clears his throat. “I mean I--I’m not saying I’m right. It just seemed like everyone always acted like winning on Friday night was like, it’d be the end of the world if the guys lost. But I mean…I didn’t get it. It’s just--it’s literally just a game.”

“And paintin’ pictures, what’s that?” Guy almost tries not to sound too dickish.

Kyle sighs, rolls his eyes, looks away. Oh, but there’s an edge there. Something old. “I don’t think you’d understand what…what that gave me. Art. What it still gives me. It’s making something…something meaningful out of,” Kyle gestures in the air. “Out of what was meaningless.”

Guy knows if this was a movie, he’d be the asshole. Well this ain’t a fuckin’ movie.

“And the football team, just a bunch of morons tossin’ a ball back and forth?”

“That’s not what I said!”

“It’s what you meant.”

“No it’s not--”

“Listen, you say it’s only a game. And you’re right but you’re wrong too.”

There’s a long pause. They’ve never really dug into this truth between them. The gulf of difference. The dumb jock and the sensitive artist thing. Kyle tilts his head at Guy, giving him his full attention. “So tell me.”

“You can’t just put it down on a--on like a postcard. It’s…you gotta see it, right?”

“Sure. Like coming to this game? Green grass and red dirt and, and all that.” 

Guy shakes his head, it’s not what he means, he hates trying to say what he means. 

“It’s more like…it’s Michael Jordan’s jump shot.”

Kyle stares back blankly.

“David Beckham’s corner kick. Joe Montana and Jerry Rice on a Sunday. And it’s--it’s Bob Gibson 1.12 ERA and refusing to shake Joe Torre’s hand ‘cos it’s war and not a picnic. It’s Zizu’s head and Materazzi’s big mouth. It’s Curt Schilling’s bloody sock. It’s Derek Redmond limping to the finish line and Bronko Nagurski crawling to the end zone. It’s a routine ground ball rolling under Bill Buckner’s glove and Steven Gerrard slippin’ on the grass. It’s Barry Bonds’s hat size and Pete Rose’s bookie.” 

Guy doesn’t know how else to say it. It’s just all of it. It’s life but boiled down to the stuff you need. Forget tax returns and the DMV. Just good guys and bad guys. Pure love, pure hatred. Grief, agony, pain you wouldn’t believe. Outrageous joy. Selfishness, sacrifice. Blood, sweat, tears. War. Love to last a lifetime. 

“It’s everything. All of it. It’s all there. On a pitch, or a diamond, or a gridiron. Just…everything. Waitin’ on a whistle.”

“Wow.”

“Fuck off.”

“No, really!” Kyle laughs, clasping Guy’s forearm. “I mean I don’t know who any of those people are--”

“You fucking know David Beckham--”

Kyle laughs, looking away with his eyebrows raised, his dimples deep, his cheeks a little pinker. He looks so good in the ballpark lights, they should wash him out, but they can’t. “Yeah, I know David Beckham.”

[ellie-24]

Maybe one day

Summary: You've been Elvis Presley's personal assistant for a few months. After the truth about the Colonel comes out you're there to comfort him.

Basically the scene from the movie and it's aftermath, you can imagine Austin!Elvis or real Elvis, whatever you prefer, though it's definitely Big Daddy Elvis coded.

Word count: ~3.9 k

Warnings: cursing, medical themes, pills, syringes, addiction, the colonel

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The hours before the last performance at the International Hotel of this season were horrendous. Everybody was stressed out to the max, doing their best and working to the best of their abilities. You barely saw Elvis that day, sprinting from one place to another, carrying costumes and boxes and whatnot around and made more phone calls than you could count. You went looking for him when a stagehand required his presence for a sound test. When you finally saw him you immediately ran up to him. Despite him being your employer and only having known each other for a few months, the two of you had become good friends. In your first week of working for him he actually tried to sleep with you, but you quickly realised that this was just the way he was around women. After a long conversation with him about keeping your relationship purely professional, you were able to laugh about it. He now often asked you to spend the evenings with him when he didn't want to be alone and needed someone to just talk to. You really enjoyed his company as you often got to see the sensitive side of him and you knew that he trusted you.

Just as you wanted to open your mouth to tell him that he was needed onstage, you were interrupted by Jerry, who sounded rather upset.

He started talking about the Colonel and the international tour. You ears perked up at this. Your tried to keep up with them as they almost raced through the corridor. Maybe Jerry had figured something out. That would be great, Elvis would finally get what he has wanted for a long time you thought, a smile forming on your face. Yet, what you actually heard from him shook you to the core and made you question everything. Gone was the hope you felt a few seconds ago.

 

He told you that the Colonel was nothing but a swindler, an illegal immigrant with no real name or passport and debts as high as the Empire State Building. He told you that this was the reason he always found excuse after excuse to stay within the USA. You didn’t even have the time to question how he knew this or to register the full gravitas of this betrayal, because you suddenly felt a large body collapsing against yours. Your ears started to ring, everybody around you was now shouting and screaming. When you hit the floor you realized Elvis had passed out and fell against you, knocking you both down to the floor. Your ears were still ringing from the shock, or the shouting, you didn’t know, and you felt his heavy body on top of yours. Then somebody lifted him off of you and put his head into a bucket of ice water, wanting him to wake up again.

 

The loud ringing in your ears finally stopped after a few seconds and you pulled him out of the water, putting his head on your lap. You felt the icy cold water seep through the fabric of your pants onto your thighs but you didn’t care. "Elvis!" you nearly screamed, panic filling your voice. His eyes slowly opened and his unfocused gaze turned to you. "Elvis, oh my god, can you hear me?" you asked, wiping the wet hair from his forehead. His eyes fell shut again and he quietly whimpered. "Somebody call an ambulance!" 

"Dr. Nick is already on his way!" somebody shouted. You couldn’t even make out who it was in this chaos. 

"What if it’s something serious? What if he has a stroke or something!" you yelled at no one in particular. You were scared shitless and lightly slapped his deathly pale cheek, urging him to open his eyes again. "Elvis!" you called out his name over and over again.

"Doctor Nick will know what it is!" another voice shouted and you looked over to them, utter incomprehension written all over your face.

Elvis’ eyes then started to flutter and incoherently mumbled something. 

He was completely out of it. Your hands, still on his soft cheeks, slowly and gently caressed the now clammy skin. "Elvis, this is Y/N. Can your hear me?"

"Y/N?" he asked, his eyes still unfocused. His hand wildly moved around, seemingly searching something. You quickly reached out for it and gasped when you felt him take it in an almost bruising grip. "I’m here." you whispered, feeling helpless. 

You tried to ignore the pain as he held onto your hand like a lifeline, still stroking his cheek and looking into his eyes. They slowly focused more and more on your face and you saw a bit of color coming back to his face. And although he was slowly coming back to life you were still far from relieved. It could still be something serious. Your whole body began shake uncontrollably from the adrenaline, your hand trapped in his death grip being your only unmoving body part.

 

When you heard the Colonel’s voice in the distance you felt cold chills running down your spine. You weren’t able to think straight and he was the very reason Elvis was probably laying in your lap right now. Though you always had a very sketchy feeling about the Colonel, you refused to believe that there wasn’t some sort of explanation for this whole mess. He couldn’t have lied to everyone all this time and sabotaged Elvis’ career. You just didn't want it to be true, for Elvis' sake. He was already so vulnerable as it is. 

"The most important thing is, that this man gets up on that stage tonight!" he yelled and you couldn’t believe your ears, convinced that you heard him wrong.

 

"Y/N." Elvis muttered. You ran a hand over his wide chest and gently shushed him.

"Colonel! He needs to go to the hospital. He can’t possibly perform tonight!" you shouted. 

"Now, I wonder what the papers would say then! It’s bad PR! He will do his show!"

"Look at him!" you were screaming by now.

 

"You better shut up now stupid girl, or I’ll have you fired right now! Dr. Nick, what can you do?" he hissed, pointing his cane at you.

You sat back with a shocked look on your face and tears pricking your eyes, feeling confused, defeated and angry with yourself. You tried to talk again, shout or scream if necessary, but no sound would leave your mouth. You were completely frozen to the spot, the shock taking over completely. You had no further time to think about that when you saw Elvis looking up to you with worried eyes and whispering your name again. He wasn’t back completely, but had a rough grasp of the situation. He clutched your hand even tighter.

"Elvis, I’m sorry. It’s going to be alright." you whispered with a lump in your throat. You leaned down and kissed his forehead when Dr. Nick started injecting something with a syringe.

About an hour later you sat in his dressing room and watched him through the mirror, striding around like a caged animal. He was more or less himself again. Yet, you had a more than doubtful look on your face.

"Stop that, Y/N." he warned carefully, pointing a finger at you.

"...You don’t have to do this. If you’re not feeling up to it then that’s okay."

"Y/N it’s not okay. I’m Elvis Presley. The fans... expect something from me. I-I can't let them down. I won’t- I can’t cancel the show…. Also, I feel much better now." he argued weakly.

"Ah, yes." you nodded, not believing a word. He gave you another warning look. "And what about the 'Colonel'?" you asked with a bit of a provocative tone. You felt extremely tense, ready to snap at any given moment.

"The little shit. I don’t fucking know Y/N!" he yelled angrily. He was angry at the Colonel, or whoever he really was, and at himself. He felt betrayed and hurt and incredibly naive and stupid. He hated the way this old shit talked to you. He hated that you had seen him like this. He hated the way he was letting out his anger on you right now. Sweet you, who only wanted to help and gently held him in your arms about an hour ago. He wanted you to leave the dressing room before he said something he regretted. 

"Y/N, w-will you just go and check if everything and e-everyone is ready?" he asked in a strained voice.

You hesitantly looked at him, swallowed back tears for the second time that day and nodded. Without another word you left the dressing room and he ran a hand over his face. With a scream he smashed a glass from the table against the wall.

 

What you witnessed later that evening would permanently burn itself into your mind. The way Elvis was practically pleading for help onstage and fired his year long manager and trusted friend in a blind, though justifiable, rage. The way he just stormed off and left a horrified audience and confused staff behind.

Fueled by Elvis' anger you made your way over to the Colonel. "Are you proud of yourself?" you asked. "You really are the worst! I hope you enjoy your retirement!" you spat and turned on your heel to follow Elvis upstairs.

You opened the door to his apartement and saw him pressing his burning face against cold glass window of his suite. He was apathetic, not even acknowledging you storming into his suite. You went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for him and tried to ignore the open pill bottle next to the sink with some of its content strewn all over the counter. You didn’t want to know how many of them he had just swallowed. You fumbled around in the cupboards, your shaking hands nearly dropping everything.

He pressed his face even closer to the glass, his breath nearly fogging his view. Putting up his hands as well he whispered "Y/N...Have you ever wondered what it would be like to just… fly?"

 

"What? Did you say something?" you asked hastily, not hearing him over all the clinking and clanking you caused.

"Nothing."

You slowly approached him with a worried look on your face, not wanting to scare him. Handing him the glass you whispered "Here. Drink something."

 

"...What is going on down there?" he asked after downing the glass. 

You took the glass from him to fetch some more. "I don’t really know, I almost immediately ran after you." you shrugged and raised your eyebrows. "A lot of confusion and dismay."

 

"I hope that old bastard is shitting his pants right now. I don’t want to see his fucking face ever again. Stupid fucker." he cursed, downing his second glass you had just pressed into his hands.

 

"I still can’t believe it. He lied to you for years and years. I refused to believe it when Jerry told us. It must have been even harder for you, he’s been part of your life for so long..."

"I don’t know why I didn’t see it earlier."

 

"...He’s a seller. Through and through. Not only selling his merchandise but also himself. He’s good at what he does, there's no denying that. I kinda fell for that trick as well Elvis. Everybody did."

 

"When he shouted at you… I don’t know, but that was the last straw for me. It made me so angry. Still does."

 

You raised your eyebrows again. "Though he was always weird I really thought he wanted the best for your career. More importantly the best for you. But when he refused to take you to a hospital… I swear I could have slapped him across the face." you huffed.

 

He couldn’t hold back a small smile at the mental image. His tranquilizing pills started their effect as well, making him feel more relaxed. Yet, his face quickly transformed into a worried frown when he saw your face contort in anger. He had never seen you like this.

"It was just so ... I don't know. How he forced you to play the show. And Dr. Nick... I’m sorry I didn’t prevent it. I was stuck. I should have done more!" you ran a hand over your face. 

"Sweetheart… Colonel is an intimidating man. When he wants something, he gets it." he said, putting his hands on your arms. "And I’m actually used to… this. This isn’t the first time something like this happened..." 

You were shocked. You had been around for a few months now, but still rather new at all this. "...He really thinks that your body belongs to him doesn’t he. Its so dehumanizing! Like… where is the dignity in this? He’s using you... like one of his damn circus animals!" You wildly flung your arms around. 

He let out a humorless laugh. "I discovered that there isn’t much dignity for superstars like me…" 

You looked at him, chewing on your thumb, not knowing what to say.

 

In a softer voice he continued "...Sometimes I do feel like... I don’t belong to myself… Sometimes I don’t even know... who I am." 

"...What do you mean?" you asked, collecting yourself.

 

He sat down at the piano. "See, there’s uh Elvis Presley the superstar, the entertainer. A-And then.. there’s little ol’ me…" he shrugged with another humorless laugh.  "B-But everyone only cares about one of them. It’s impossible to live up to an image people have..."

 

"Well." you hesitantly started. "I think I’ve met both of them in our short time together... and I definitely prefer little ol’ you." you said with a smile. He just stared at you in wonder, no one has ever told him this. And although this was something he knew about you deep inside, it was nice to hear you say it out loud.

 

"But you have to stop seeing 'Elvis Presley' as this… thing you can’t control. Being 'Elvis Presley' is part of you."

"Sometimes I just wonder why me? Sometimes…  I just don’t want to be 'Elvis Presley'... It’s too much." 

You nodded sympathetically. "... I understand that. I guess. You should be able to take a break if you need it." you furrowed your brows. "But I think you are who you are for a reason… and... you are enough, if you are wondering about that. For me at least." you finished while running a hand over his back, standing next to him now. 

He turned his head away from you, hiding his face. "...Why are you here anyway? I-I didn’t ask you to come up. Y-you never come around on your own." 

At first you didn’t know what to say. "Elvis, I know that I work for you… but still...we’re friends aren’t we?" 

He hesitantly nodded.

 

You smiled. "...Friends help each other. Listen to each other. Comfort each other... I... felt like you needed all these things right now." 

A rather long silence followed until he whispered "I do." so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it. He slowly turned his head and pressed his face against your middle. You were a bit taken aback but slowly put your arms around him from above, shushing him. He took it as a sign that this was okay and quickly put his arms around your waist. He held you to him even more tightly when he felt you stroke his hair.

"Elvis, you made the right decision. We'll take care of everything else tomorrow.

He shivered a little and you settled into a comfortable silence.

"...I’m glad you’re here with me Y/N." he eventually whispered. 

"I’m glad to be here for you." you answered truthfully. 

After a while you felt his arms around you begin to loosen. When you looked down at his face you saw that his eyes fell shut again and again and he struggled to keep them open. 

"Hey. You want to go to bed now? The day is catching up with you I think. It was more than exhausting. You should get some rest." The pills he took a few minutes ago surely were catching up with him as well, but you didn’t mention that. 

He shook his head and tightened his grip around you again. 

"...Elvis, you should rest. You can’t sleep like this. Come on." You slowly untangled yourself from him and he looked up to you with a longing in his eyes you didn’t quite understand.

 

"Don’t go." he said softly. You had your doubts, thinking about the purely professional relationship you two had. In reality there was no denying that there was some form of deeper affection between you and him for some time now, but you refused to act on it. Yet, after seeing that he couldn’t be alone with himself right now, you nodded.

"I won’t." You took his hand. "But you should go to bed. I can sit with you until you fall asleep, alright?"

 

He nodded and rubbed his eyes with a sigh.

"But first let's get you out of this jumpsuit alright?" you said as you helped him stand.

He still had his eyes closed, but raised an appreciative eyebrow.

"Don't get any funny thoughts, Presley." you joked, trying to calm your nerves.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Y/N." he slurred after he plopped down on the edge of his bed with a grunt. "Dammit my head." he mumbled and pressed his hand against his sweaty forehead. You sighed and retrieved his robe that you ironed earlier that day and a wet washcloth from the bathroom. Then you made your way back to him and started to carefully unzip his jumpsuit, revealing his hairy, wide chest and his round stomach. His eyes remained closed and his head swayed lightly back and forth as if he would fall asleep any second. You pulled his arms out as well and lowered the fabric down to his hip. You hesitated and looked at the ceiling.

"...You can look, Y/N. Nothing special to see anyway." he mumbled sleepily.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden insecurity "...It's not the honorable thing to look. Has no one ever told you that?"

He smirked. "The hero always takes a little peek, Y/N. Has no one ever told you that?" he mimicked your tone.

"So, I'm a hero now?"

"Sure thing sweetheart. You're the uh Shazam to my Captain Marvel Jr."

You laughed. "And you're a crazy man-child."

"Now hold on... who's blushing and avoiding their eyes here like a teenager? Not me, dearest Y/N." he said with a playful sigh.

You rolled your eyes and helped him wriggle out of the jumpsuit with a "Touché". Then you put his robe around him and supported his back when you saw he wasn't able to keep himself upright anymore. You quickly fluffed out his pillow with one hand and guided him backwards.

"Here you go big boy. Lay down for me." you whispered and grabbed the washcloth. Carefully, as not to startle him, you ran it over his burning cheeks and forehead, making him groan.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

He just hummed.

You raised your eyebrows and gently moved the wet cloth down his neck towards his chest and stomach, his breathing pick up under your hand. You felt your cheeks heating up again at the feeling of the soft and plush skin under your hand and tried to finish your task as quick as possible. Though it was actually rather... nice to touch him like that. When you brushed over his nipple he let out a hiss and you tried surpress the ache in your lower belly. He might not think of himself as attractive anymore but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the absolute beauty of a man in front of you. You slowly pressed your legs together, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I'm beginning to think you enjoy this, sweetheart." he smiled, but in his eyes you saw the same self-conciousness you did when you pulled down his jumpsuit minutes ago.

Damn. "Maybe I am." you shrugged. "Who knows?"

"...Y/N, don't do that." he said, suddenly very serious.

"Do what?"

"... Just don't. Can't have that tonight."

You put a hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his sideburns.

"Elvis, what is it?"

He longingly looked into your eyes.

"You know, Y/N."

Of course you knew. He already made many attempts to win you over. To make you change your mind about the status of the relationship the two of you had. His constant flirting with you that he sometimes disguised as playful joking or banter. And as much as you'd like to give in you didn't want to risk your job. That's why you had to defuse the situation you were in currently as quickly as possible. It became rather risky right now.

"...Elvis, you're tired. The day was... emotionally and physically... draining for you... Y-you don't know what you're saying."

He reached up and absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair. "I do." he whispered.

You ran a and over your face with a sigh. "Elvis-" you began.

"I understand, Y/N." he interrupted and lowered his hand again. Maybe one day, he thought as he watched your eyes fill with guilt.

After a few seconds of heavy silence you stood up to bring the washcloth back to the bathroom.

"Y/N?" he asked, a bit alarmed.

"I'll be back in a second."

After splashing some cold water in your face and taking a few deep breaths in the bathroom you returned to him again. You were surprised to find him still awake, watching you intently. You hugged yourself and awkwardly stood in front of him.

He looked at you with a silent question in his eyes. You closed your eyes and tried to find the willpower to leave the suite. But you quickly realised this was a battle you just wouldn't win and sat down next to him with your back flat against the headboard. You looked straight ahead, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

 

He slowly turned over to his side with a grunt and looked up to you. "C-Can I-" he started the question, eyeing your thighs.

 

It took you a moment to understand what he wanted to do. "Yes." you eventually whispered.

He then put his head into your lap, almost the same way it had been a few hours ago. He let out a sigh of relief, grabbed one of your hands and put it onto his head, making his request unmistakably clear. You smiled and began to gently caress his hair. He slowly put his arms around you in a tight embrace and carefully nuzzled his face against your stomach.

"...I-I'm sorry about yelling at you earlier today. I-I didn't mean it... you know how I get."

"Forvigen and forgotten already, Elvis."

"Good." he mumbled and closed his eyes.

 

He couldn’t believe how content and safe he felt with you, the voices in his mind finally a lot more quiet. "Sometimes I feel like you’re the only one who truly cares about me." he murmured, already half asleep. It didn’t take long until you heard quiet snores from him, but even in his sleep he wouldn’t let go of you.

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[michellemisfit]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY - FIRSTS!

Tagged by @suzy-queued @deedala @darlingian @heymrspatel @lingy910y @energievie @mybrainismelted @blue-disco-lights

Name: Michelle

Age: Currently getting a kick out of telling people that I’m nearly 40 and having them go ‘NO WAY!!!’ - It’s funny and flattering :)

First Pet: Siberian gerbils called Tom & Jerry

First Word: No idea. Turns out my parents kept a baby book for my older brother where they painstakingly recorded all of that stuff. I found mine a few years ago and it’s got a grand total of 3 entries, one of which is talking about how chubby I am, and how I am yet to find a food I’ll say no to, and let’s hope that’s not a sign of things to come… after which it was abandoned. Thanks mum.

First Celebrity Crush: Leonardo DiCaprio

First IRL Crush: Dominik. We hung out basically every day after school. I would go round to his house and he would play me the latest Michael Jackson tape and show me new dance steps that he’d taught himself. I thought he was so cool.

First Kiss: Age 14 with my first boyfriend. He was 20 years old. We were in a relationship for over a year. Shit was fucked up. At the risk of repeating myself… Thanks mum.

First Car: Bebop 🚙 He’s my baby and I bought him this year and I love him! He’s a turquoise 2013 Toyota Yaris Hybrid.

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents: Heh. I moved straight from my childhood bedroom to a different country. If you’re gonna do something, do it right! lol

First Time on a Plane: I was… 18 months old? Parents went on holidays to Florida. I have about 3 memories from that trip.

First Cellphone: Nokia 3210 😎

First Concert: David Hasselhoff. I was maybe… 6? And I got very tired and slept through the second half, but my parents woke me up for Looking for Freedom, which was my favourite song of his.

First Foreign country you visited? Italy or France most likely. Pure proximity, and most of our family vacations were done by car from Switzerland so…

First sport you ever played? Hmm. I did competitive swimming when I was very young. And then gymnastics. And after that… about five minutes of football (the only sport I to this day do not understand. How do I run AND kick a ball simultaneously?!?), then 3 years of tennis, 2 years of basketball, 8 years of roller hockey, and a whole smattering of other sports on and off.

First career aspiration? I mean… I basically wanted to be a Disney Princess, purely for the Animal Best Friend aspect! And then any form of Animal Whisperer would have done the trick. I watched all the TV shows and movies where characters had magical bonds with animals, and I wanted that. And then I realised that the characters in the shows and movies aren’t real, but the people training and handling those animals *are*. However that wasn’t something realistic to aspire to, being Swiss, so instead I became a bookseller (somehow that made sense at the time… 🤷🏽‍♂️). And then 15 years later, in a different country and a different life, I did end up training animals for TV and film. So that’s kinda nifty.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think “wow”

Hmmm. I dunno. I thought I was really fucking talented when I was about 12. I wrote a novel and sent it to publishing houses and literary agencies. One of them invited me for an interview, because they thought my writing was great and they wanted to meet the kid that had sent them a manuscript aged 12/13. They ended up giving me a job, working as a admin/secretary/slush pile reader. They also gave me lots of feedback and constructive criticism on my writing. I scrapped the novel I had sent them in favour of writing a different, better novel. I still think that novel was pretty fucking good. I tried to get my mum to proof read it and give me feedback so I could do any necessary corrections before I spent my pocket money on photocopies, C4 envelopes, and a whole bunch of stamps so I could attempt to get it published again. She was dragging her feet and I tried to explain the urgency, because I was clear that it needed to happen before I turned 14. That was the goal in my head. I had huge ambitions and dreams. I was also convinced that if it happened after I turned 14 it wouldn’t be special anymore. Like anyone could do it after 14… 🙄 In response to this my mum told me that she’d had ambition and dreams, too, when she was my age. But not to worry, that’ll go away, and once you’ve put away the fanciful notions of being talented then you can just get on with your life…

Not sure if this actually answers the question, but that was kinda the first and last time I remember feeling uncomplicatedly good about and proud of something I created. After this anything creative I did was always immediately followed by the doubt of ‘is this actually good, or is this just a fanciful notion I have about being talented, when in actual fact it sucks?’ 🤷🏽‍♂️

Wow. Ended that on a downer, didn’t I?

…

Erm… I wrote Tell me we’ll never get used to it,

They’re the only two people left that know what it’s like to have loved and to have lost a Lightwood.

And it’s a good story.

There.

I said it…

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[fredandginger64]

Jerry in "The Nutty Professor" 1963

My latest Jerry movie. I haven't seen it in ages and I just think Jerry is just a genius. I mean the man could do ANYTHING!! This movie is pure Jerry! And a side note, there's a little M&L reference. The dean of the college is looking for entertainment for the senior prom and he calls the names of a comedy team, and then says "I thought they split up". Jerry and Dean were in everything the other ever did after the breakup. They just couldn't help themselves, no matter how subtle the reference, it was still there. They just couldn't get over not being together.

[project1939]

200 Films of 1952

Film number 199: The Stooge

Release date: Dec 31st, 1952 

Studio: Paramount 

Genre: comedy 

Director: Norman Taurog 

Producer: Hal B. Wallis 

Actors: Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis, Polly Bergen, Marion Marshall 

Plot Summary: Singer/comedian Bill struggles as a solo vaudevillian, but when his manager suggests adding a stooge named Ted to his act, they become a big hit. Ted is happy just to be a part of it all, but Bill’s growing ego refuses to give Ted any billing in the act. Bill’s wife and manager become increasingly horrified at his behavior. 

My Rating (out of five stars): ***¼  

The last Martin and Lewis film I saw was Sailor Beware, 189 films ago! (It was number 10 on my list.) I thought that was all I could take, given the fact that Jerry Lewis is an acquired taste for me. But I decided to watch one more film, because Martin and Lewis were simply everywhere in 1952. They were two of the biggest stars in the country- they had a television show, a radio show, and they released three films in just that year alone! Thankfully I liked The Stooge better than Sailor Beware- it portrayed the camaraderie and bond between the two more effectively and movingly. It made me understand why they were so famous and beloved. (some spoilers)

The Good: 

The chemistry and affection between the two was palpable in this. It was hard not to fall in love with them as a team. Dean Martin isn’t your typical cold and annoyed “straight man” in the act. He shows such warmth toward Lewis, it makes me a little verklempt!  

Dean Martin’s singing.

Both men are very natural on screen. They’re good actors with a kind of unaffected ease- to use the old phrase, “the camera loves them.” 

The film especially highlighted why each of them just wasn’t as good alone as they were when they were together. Even the scenes they were in separately lacked the same sparkle. That was exactly the point of the movie, which made the fact that they later split up even sadder. 

The final performance scene was nearly perfect. When Lewis snuggles into Martin, my heart melted, I’m not gonna lie. 

This film had more of an actual plot than Sailor Beware- it wasn’t just a string of gags loosely tied together.  

Aunt Bee! Frances Bavier played Lewis’ mom in this, eight years before her stint on The Andy Griffith Show. 

I wanna ride on an old train! Travel scenes in old movies where characters are in compartments like mini hotel rooms always seems so cool to me. Plus, I love the sound of trains going over the tracks. 

The Bad: 

Some of the schtick Lewis did was pretty predictable. The scenes that were basically just set ups for his gags were probably my least favorite part of the film. 

The first part was also too heavily weighted with these scenes. It felt like it got more balanced as things progressed. 

Bill’s character was not fleshed out enough. It was hard to understand both him and his choices, and the film spent virtually no time explaining or examining it. 

The first drunk scene with Bill just came out of nowhere. I don’t remember it ever even being mentioned that he liked to drink.  

Bill’s wife Mary got a bit annoying after a while- purely because of the way her character was written, not because of the actress. I liked Polly Bergen, but her character basically had a case of Classical Hollywood Good Wife Syndrome. It was a somewhat lighter case, though, because she was going to leave Bill before his change of heart- she wasn’t just a “suffering but loyal” wife. 

It maybe got a bit too maudlin at the very end. 

[best-fictional-cat]

Finally, what you've all been waiting for (probably):

Round 2+ brackets!!!

(randomised - with very slight adjustments - using a wheel; possibly subject to change in the further rounds but very unlikely)

Group 1

Coco Grimalkin (Purrfect Apawcalypse) vs Miyuki (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Slugcat (Rain World) vs Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro)

Behemoth (Master and Margarita) vs Amp / Anp / Anpu (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots) vs Pixie (Pixie and Brutus)

Chi Yamada (Chi's sweet home) vs Rum Tum Tugger (Cats the musical)

Tabby Slime (Slime Rancher) vs Tangy (Animal Crossing)

Cringer / Battlecat (He-man) vs Cinderpelt (Warrior cats)

Blaze the Cat (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Scourge (Warrior cats)

Group 2

Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods) vs Natsume Soseki (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Domino (Amphibia) vs Shoe + Wagahai (Ace Attorney)

808 (Hi-Fi Rush) vs Niko (Oneshot)

Squirrelflight (Warrior cats) vs T'Ana (Star Trek: Lower Decks)

Hong + On (Trash of the Count's Family) vs Alpine (Marvel comics)

Jaspers (Homestuck) vs Mao Mao Mao (Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart)

Thomas Kincade Brannigan (Doctor Who) vs Caroline Coughs (Sparklecare hospital)

Mewo (Omori) vs Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns)

Group 3

Greebo (Discworld) vs Aldwyn (The Familiars)

Simba (The Lion King) vs Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland)

Jenny Linsky (Jenny Linsky, Esther Averill) vs Findus (Pettson and Findus)

Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland) vs Mad Mew Mew (Undertale)

Felix the cat (Paramount) vs Burgerpants (Undertale)

Kyo Sohma (Fruits Basket) vs Ghost (The Owl House)

Rosie (Animal Crossing) vs Talking Cat (Rick and Morty)

Hiili (Fox Fires) vs Mew (Marvel comics)

Group 4

Hobbes (Calvin and Hobbes) vs Tom Kitten (The Tale of Tom Kitten)

Meowthra (Lego Ninjago Movie) vs Jonesy (Alien)

Vodka Mutini / Dr.Meowgon Spangler (Homestuck) vs Lucifer (Cinderella)

Charmmy Kitty (Sanrio) vs Puppycat (Bee and Puppycat)

Nermal (Garfield) vs Lion (Steven Universe)

Spot (Star Trek: The Next Generation) vs Diana (Sailor Moon)

Midnight (Castle in the Air, Diana Wynne Jones) vs Scout (Cattails)

Sakamoto (Nichijou) vs Ankha (Animal Crossing)

Group 5

Periwinkle (Blue's clues) vs Fluffal Cat (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch) vs Frumpkin (Critical Role)

Ember (Cattails) vs Nyanky (Taiko no Tatsujin)

Heinkel (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Amanojaku (Ghost Stories)

Khoshekh (Welcome to Night Vale) vs Catty (Undertale)

Kuro (Blue Exorcist) vs Catra (She-Ra)

Juan The Small Magical Latino Cat (Monster Prom) vs Tigger Sugden (Purrfect Apawcalypse)

Bungle the glass cat (Oz) vs Potato (Cat loaf adventures)

Group 6

Chairman Meow (The Shadowhunter Chronicles) vs Finley / Jelly Donut (Hustle Cat)

Cattail (Plants vs Zombies) vs Nameless evil white cat (James Bond)

Thomas O'Malley + Aristocats (Aristocats) vs Panther Lily (Fairy Tail)

Yoruichi Shihoin (Bleach) vs Jellie (Double Life SMP)

Blake Belladonna (RWBY) vs Tigress (Kung Fu Panda)

Invisible cat (The Invisible Man, H.G.Wells) vs Haru (My Roommate is a Cat)

Pusheen (Pusheen) vs Yellowfang (Warrior cats)

Kirjava (His Dark Materials) vs Kuroneko-sama (Trigun)

Group 7

Gary the Snail (Spongebob Squarepants) vs Skitty (Pokémon)

Bob (Animal Crossing) vs The Kitty (The Bad Guys)

Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone) vs Capper (My Little Pony)

Jiji (Kiki's Delivery Service) vs Izutsumi (Dungeon Meshi)

The Black Cat (The Black Cat, E.A.Poe) vs Nyako / Meowy (Chainsaw Man)

Tabby Von Meow (Webkinz) vs Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Solembum (Inheritance Cycle) vs Lil' Judd (Splatoon)

Bagheera (The Jungle Book) vs Gatomon (Digimon)

Group 8

Plagg (Miraculous) vs Luxor (Tutenstein)

Meowth (Pokémon) vs Remlit (Legend of Zelda Skyward Sword)

Leafpool (Warrior cats) vs The Cat in the Hat (The Cat in the Hat)

Maurice (Discworld) vs Jemima (Cats the musical)

Xiaohei (The Legend of Hei) vs Artemis (Sailor Moon)

Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots) vs Ichigo Momomiya (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Shrödinger's cat (you know the one) vs The Cat (Coraline)

Pasty (Neko Atsume) vs Pangur Bán (Irish poem)

This round will start in a few days, I need a bit more time to make the pictures and arrange the polls ^~^

I think I'll be posting them similarly to round 1 except now each group will be out every 12 hours! I will update you on the exact time this round starts when it's done :)