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thechroniclesofahotgirl · 2 years ago

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New Moon New Me

New Moon New ME.

Welcome back to the third installment of The Chronicles of a Hot Girl.

I started the week as I always did. I woke up. I had some existential dread. I went to bed.

After firing pretty much everyone involved with my show I took a little time off to center and refocus.

I took only Monday and Tuesday to blow off a little steam and catch up on sleep. By Wednesday we were back at it again (no white vans though.)

With an appointment with my Psychiatrist on the books (which did me no good at all as Adderall is on backorder basically everywhere) I made my way to the bank to deposit some cash.

While I was there I figured now is as good a time as any to set up the bank account for my LLC. I even changed my car insurance to a way cheaper brand so I could save a little money.

With my finances in order I headed back home to prepare for my Telehealth appointment.

Now this wouldn’t be a hot girl chronicle if there were not some hot girl shenanigans. SO OFC the new psychiatrist was someone on Bumble maybe I would have passed on. However, here at the telehealth appointment, I felt myself get nervous as I talked about my self pleasuring habits. (yes even hot girls masturbate)

Normally this part of the conversation didn’t bother me, but I couldn’t help but wonder if my comments got him a little curious too.

He didn’t matter much though because doctors can’t sleep with their patients. Wa wha.

In my state of motivation, I did get online to begin my search for a new band.

An overall uneventful start to the week.

With Thursday bringing us into a new moon, something in the air must have shifted.

On Thursday at a book store by the university with my boss, I got a phone call that ushered in a new phase for a former employer of mine.

A potential class action for sexual harassment.

I guess I had all the right experiences for the EEOC to take action not only on behalf of the girl who made the original complaint but for a whole class of people who worked for the same people.

More on that later.

Later that night I joined up with the same friend as the week before to hit the country bar on the outskirts of town for a little line dancing.

We really did have a great time. The dancing and the music were great, but there wasn’t much here in the way of Hot Girls getting their Hot Girl on.

It was hard to believe that environments like that were where I used to find mates of sorts.

Friday the 19th was the new moon in Taurus. A time to let the universe know that I was ready to take on all it had to offer me.

You want to know what this mother fucker sent me?

Well, I had gathered a couple friends of mine to come to help me get content for a 7th Ave bar. The theme was Pirates. Here in this Shmity TM* (a city that behaves like a small town) we fucking love pirates.

It was at the Pirate Bar on 7th Ave that I had the strangest experience.

In a skin-tight black halter dress and black babydoll strap peep toes, I made a full strut to the stage to sing a little diddly called “Hell on Heels” which I not only thought was fitting, but also that I killlllled.

From the stage, I scanned the crowd for the most eligible bachelors and bachelorettes.

Mostly unimpressed, I sang my song, gave my thanks, and made my way back to the table. We had chosen a high-top table in the back that we shared with a few other unrelated groups of people.

Sitting at the end of the table, I became all too aware of a very drunk man staring at me.

He was about 6 feet away at the table in front of ours. He stood at no more than five foot five maybe. A round man in Jesus sandals and a floral button-up. The lights weren’t really on behind his glossy bloodshot eyes.

How did I know what his eyes look like you ask?

Well, that is because that strange and drunk little man stepped out of his sandals and stumbled over to my table. He took a seat as if my acknowledgment of his staring was an invitation.

In an attempt to alert his friend group to their missing passenger, I unwittingly invited a second man to our table.

The second man also grabbed a chair and took a seat between me and 7th Ave Jesus.

“What made you want to call me over?” He asked

His breath probably could have started a small fire in the right conditions.

He was tall and had to be at least six foot five inches, he had a ridiculous mustache, floral shirt, sneakers, and blue eyes.

His eyes though less bloodshot and glossy, were still inebriated.

“Well, I called you over to remove your friend. His shoes by the way are over at your table.” I retorted as I pointed out not only his barefoot friend but also where he had stepped out of his well-worn sandals.

The taller bachelor reached over to grab the nasty sandals and handed them to his significantly more intoxicated friend.

I ignored the little one as he continued his drunken staring.

I really couldn’t blame him. Hot Girl is as Hot Girl does.

The taller man whose name was something perfectly normal, continued on with his conversation overlooking my comment which I thought would be the end of our exchange.

“I see, like your friend, you have taken my call for aid as an invitation.”

Blah blah blah

We talk a bit about what books we are reading and make a few recommendations. I warm up to him and realize he is objectively attractive. His floral Hawaiian shirt had the top few buttons undone and I could see a bit of his chest.

He asked where we were headed next.

After some light coordination, my friend and I took him and his friend on an adventure leaving the rest of the bachelor party they were with behind.

They were here from Canada for a bachelor party, so I wanted to give them a night they could take with them forever.

We started at the new wine and cheese bar where we were almost denied entry due to the friend in his Crocs.

(Why men go out without considering dressing well is beyond me)

Luckily the owner of the bar was a friend who owned another establishment a few door fronts down who happened to be walking in at the same time. He gave us the go-ahead against the dress code of the new establishment.

It was cool but loud.

The Canadian and I chatted. He told me about how he worked in medical sales back in Toronto and played hockey in his free time. He asked me questions about what made me who I was. It was all very polite.

Over a couple glasses of champagne and some very loud music we got to know each other. He had his arm around my waist and my free hand rested on his muscular shoulder.

Attempting to find an environment more conducive to talking, I lead the foursome down to the bar I worked at.

Here is where it gets interesting.

Some many shots and a few drinks later we the Canadian and I had started making out. It was 1 am at this point and I was feeling great.

Maybe a little too good because somehow, mid make out sesh, we completely lost our footing and fell over taking a few chairs down with us as we went.

A quick jump up from the ground though was not enough to cover up what we had done. Or the little bit of blood coming from a small gash on the bridge of his nose.

My favorite part was in the security camera footage, which I had coxed out of my manager the following morning, which was my coworker shaking his head at the whole scene.

Deciding that I had enough embarrassment for one establishment, we made our way on to the next place.

A nightclub, one of the oldest on the 7th, also had a dress code. (Those fucking Crocs again)

I looked one of the security guards dead in the face and said “Help a girl get laid.”

Maybe it was my heartfelt plea or maybe it was because I used to work there, but either way, they let us in. With my credit card whose balance I’m still scared to look at as I type this, I bought another round of shots as we waited for the elevator.

My efforts were for not though as we eventually trekked the 5 flights of stairs up to the rooftop. The only level out of 5 that I was willing to tolerate.

Already plenty lit we had even more shots and made out in the front corner looking at the strip of bars and clubs.

I was thankful for the fresh air and the breeze. Things got a little steamy on that rooftop.

The Canadian was stroking my side from my breast to my hip which was only made sexier by my lack of bra.

His big hands made my whole body feel petite and tingly as he grabbed me to pull me in closer while we locked lips and teased each other’s tongues.

Ready for more alcohol though I lead us back to the bar where I briefly checked my phone.

There were 3 unread messages from B. 1:11 am.

I slipped my phone back into my small pink vintage coach purse. (Vintage because I had it since 6th grade.) I opted for the man who spent the better part of the night buying me flowers from the strange man who pedals them and asked me everything there was to know about how my mind worked.

He was trying to get laid, but I sensed a level of severity in his interest that eased my guard just enough to tell him little things about myself that I doubt he remembers now. Mostly about therapy and why we were in it.

The bars and nightclubs around the strip had started to close up so we made our way out the street with no plan of where to go next.

Popping into one last establishment for an after-hours shot before reconnecting with our respective friends.

I found mine a few paces ahead of us. When I met up with her she had given me the impression she was ready for the night to be over.

So together we made a break for my boss’ condo a few blocks over leaving the boys in the dust.

I woke up Saturday morning on my boss’ couch with the kind of hangover that you know hasn’t fully set in yet.

Upon my return to my dwelling, I immediately showered, got back in bed, and reviewed the footage from the night before.

I finally opened B’s messages and replied at first with a simple “sry I was out, just got home.”

I wish I would have left it there, but as I do, I did not.

I went on to address something passive-aggressive he had said about a playlist I had made for him a while back.

He was upset I changed the name of the playlist and accused me of trying to guilt trip him.

I wasn’t. I just changed it from “playlist 50” made by me to the name of the first song I showed him that he got excited for.

Music was one of those things B and I shared that felt special to me. After consideration, it probably wasn’t ever special to him, but I didn’t let that affect me.

I didn’t have time to dwell on his emotional triggers though as I was now down to two hours until I had to leave my house and brave an entire brunch shift fighting the urge to regurgitate every shot and sip of champagne I had the night before.

I did exactly that too. I made it through the whole shift curating a telling of the events of the night before to each table or group that sat at the bar.

The Canadian really had his heart set on seeing me for a second night and even called me a couple times throughout the night. I, however, was already fast asleep in bed still wearing my falsies from the brunch shift I had just worked.

The Canadian tried Sunday morning, and then Sunday night, even into the wee hours of Monday morning to see me one more time.

I think you all know me just enough by now to know that I am a full send no-more than once a week kinda gal. If I even have the energy for that much.

Another victim of the Hot Girl comes and goes as a does a week.

Maybe soon I’ll take it another step forward with someone. Maybe I’ll even go on a proper date. Honestly, though, I am not looking for it. I’d rather have a date with the videographer to set up my show’s next steps.

Until the next cosmic shift, this has been an update in The Chronicles of a Hot Girl.

#thechroniclesofahotgirl #trauma #childhood trauma tw #dating #dating in 2023 #dating in your 20s #mercury retrograde #spiritual #spiritual growth #story time #tumblr stories #hot girl shit #sa recovery #new moon

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flowersforbucky · 6 months ago

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oooohhhh this got me in my feels and i would killllll for there to be a part 2 of him coming back to her 😩 this was so SO good!!!!

dancing on the edge of danger

pairing: winter soldier!bucky barnes x reader

summary: you witness a man with a metal arm murder someone in the middle of the night, and when you lock eyes with him, your faint soulmate mark deepens and completes itself. you realize, with no small amount of horror, that you've found your soulmate.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, soulmates, very vague violence/murder, protective/possessive bucky barnes

word count: 2.4k

a/n: day 10 of my 30 day writing trope challenge was soulmate au and i'll be honest, i've never written or read a soulmate au fanfic so i had to do some research 🤓 (the closest i'd gotten was watching the 2009 movie TiMER). anyway, i'm pretty happy with how it turned out, hope y'all enjoy!

The man moved with brutal efficiency, his large body managing a stunning grace even as he committed the most violent of acts. You watched in horror from the balcony of your room as he murdered an older couple in the courtyard of the hotel you were staying at. If you hadn’t been awake because you’d had trouble sleeping, and if the couple hadn’t caught your eye with their private laughter, you’d have completely missed the silent crime. If you’d been looking up at the stars above, you never would’ve witnessed the horror that occurred below.

But you did witness the man murdering the couple, and you were still watching him when he looked up, searching to determine if anyone had seen him commit his brutal act of violence. His eyes landed on yours and you felt a shock, like an electric current, pass through your body. It was so powerful, your knees wobbled, threatening to give out.

A tingling in your wrist drew your attention to your soulmate mark. The half-heart shaped mark had always been fainter than anyone you’d ever known. Your mother had taken you to half a dozen experts when it first appeared, wanting to know what was wrong with it, but the best guess they could offer was that it seemed to indicate you were unlikely to meet your soulmate.

So when the other half of the heart appeared after locking eyes with the murderous man, and the mark deepened in color, you were nothing short of astonished. It had happened, you’d finally found your soulmate!

Happiness flooded through you, but when you looked back down to the courtyard, the man—your soulmate—was gone. A moment later, he climbed over the railing of your hotel room’s balcony, his heavy combat boots hitting the concrete with a soft thud. You let out a tiny, surprised squeak.

For a moment, you just stared at each other.

Long, slightly greasy brown hair fell on either side of the man’s face, and his blue eyes were bright in the soft light filtering from your room. You suspected he was handsome, though he wore a black mask covering his face from his nose down to his chin. His left arm was a silver prosthetic with a red star, the shiny metal standing out against the rest of his all-black getup. In your first cursory look at the man, you spotted at least three visible weapons, and realized there were no doubt more you couldn’t see. The elation over finding your soulmate slowly bled into horror as you realized exactly what kind of man you were destined for.

Without even deciding to do so, you took a step back from him, wondering if you could make it inside your room before he caught you. His blue eyes darted down to your feet and when he looked back up, his expression was haunted.

With careful slowness, the man reached up and removed the mask covering half his face.

Your first thought was that you were right, he was handsome. Your eyes focused on his mouth, his soft pink lips set amidst the scruff that covered his jaw. He looked like he was trying to speak, his mouth working but no words coming out at first. Finally, he managed one.

“Mine.”

It was a statement and a question, and that note of uncertainty halted your retreat. The man’s blue eyes swirled with too many emotions for you to pick out any in particular, and it gave you the sense that he felt overwhelmed. Your heart gave a sympathetic thump and your instincts pushed you to help him.

Holding up your hand, with your wrist turned toward the man, you showed him your completed mark. “Soulmates,” you said, then gestured between the two of you with your other hand. “We are soulmates.”

The man pulled back the sleeve of his jacket over his right wrist and, even from across the balcony, you could see a mark that was identical to yours. “Soulmates,” he murmured, like he’d never heard or said the word before and was testing out how it felt on his tongue. He looked back up at you, his piercing blue eyes pinning you to the spot. “My… soulmate.”

You nodded, smiling softly at him. “Yes, I’m your soulmate,” you confirmed.

In just a few steps forward, the man crossed the balcony and gathered you into his arms. With a little surprised gasp, you realized you never would’ve made it into your room without him catching you, he was too fast, inhumanly so. But despite the brutality you’d seen the man display in the short time you’d known him, his hands were impossibly gentle on your body. They wandered across your back and shoulders, down to your butt and thighs, like he was trying to learn the shape of you by touch alone.

Smoothly, he drew you closer, until you were pressed against his large body. You felt a bulge in his pants where it was pressed against your stomach, and your body reacted instantly, heat flooding to your core and your muscles melting against him. Your arms wrapped around the man’s shoulders and you pressed yourself tighter to him, almost clinging to him as a whine built up in your throat.

The man seemed to instinctively know you were growing needy and he peeled off your thin pajamas, baring you to the cool night air. With his hands on your hips he moved you back so he could take in your naked body, the blue of his eyes deepening to match the midnight sky as he gazed at your breasts, the curve of your waist, the slope of your shoulders and the juncture of your thighs. “Mine,” he rasped, breaking the silent moment with his husky voice.

“Yours,” you agreed, pushing against his hold until he allowed you to step back into the circle of his arms. You nuzzled into the man’s scruffy cheek, dragging your lips along the rough stubble until they met his. Your first kiss with your soulmate was messy and clumsy, the man fumbling at first until he found a rhythm that had you moaning softly into his mouth.

He growled in response, the sound low and dirty, sending pulses of need directly to your slit. You were starting to grow impatient, so you reached down and gripped his cock through his pants, squeezing him and drawing another low growl from deep in his chest.

The man batted your hand away and quickly freed himself from his pants, taking his cock in his warm hand and pumping slowly. When you glanced down, you inhaled sharply. The man was big everywhere. His cock was so large you weren’t sure how it would fit inside you, but that thought only made you wetter. It was too dim on the balcony to see much, but he was thick and long and you could see a bead of precum glistening from the tip.

Before you could decide whether to bend down and lick it up, the man grabbed you around the back of your thighs and lifted you up. With a surprised shriek, you clung to his shoulders and a moment later he settled you on the railing of the balcony. Glancing over your shoulder, you noted it was a three story drop to the courtyard below and your head whipped back around as you clung harder to the man’s leather-clad shoulders.

Then the man was sliding his thick cock between your parted thighs, coating himself in your arousal. You let loose a throaty moan, tossing your head back at the delicious feel of him. The way your body arched thrust your chest into his face, and the man wasted no time in covering one nipple with his mouth. He sucked and licked and nipped at your sensitive bud until it was hardened into a little peak, then moved to the other to give it the same treatment. By the time he was done, you were panting and whining for him.

The man stood up straight, a slight smirk on his mouth as his hands gripped your hips tightly. You stared up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, moaning when he thrust his cock through your folds, the sound turning desperate as he bullied your clit but failed to fill you up the way you needed. Reaching between your bodies, you notched his cockhead against your entrance, but he paused. It wasn’t until you looked up into his face and met his bright, burning stare that he started to push inside you.

The man took it slow, giving you time to adjust to the way he stretched your pussy so thoroughly as he buried inch after inch in your tight little hole. You panted and gasped, clinging to the man’s neck and shoulders as he filled you up.

His chest heaved with the effort to restrain his base instincts and shove all of himself inside you at once. But when he felt his cock hit the end of you, he let loose a stifled roar of satisfaction, growling out one word, “Mine.”

“Yours,” you confirmed on a gasp, wrapping your thighs around his waist and rocking your hips in an effort to get him to move. And move he did.

The man pulled out until he was almost entirely free and then shoved his cock back inside your pussy with the brutality he’d restrained on his first time plunging inside. A sharp cry fell from your lips before he covered your mouth with his own, drinking down every little scream and whimper he wrung from you with his body.

It was all you could do to hold on, your fingers twisted in his brown hair, your lips and tongue sliding against his, as he held you balanced precariously on the railing of your balcony and fucked you so hard, it felt like he was imprinting himself on your soul. You pulled him closer with your hands and your thighs, clinging to him like you planned on never letting him go. There was something inside you—your heart, your soul, you didn’t know—that called out to him, needing him, wanting to become one with this man whose name you still didn’t even know.

You’d heard the stories about soulmates finding each other, the beauty and romance of their first times. You’d thought it was meant to be gentle and soft and sweet. Though the man had handled you gently at first, he had quickly devolved into an animalistic brutality with the way he fucked you—but you wouldn’t have traded it for anything. It felt right, it felt like he recognized something within you and was more than happy and capable of giving you what you needed.

You wanted him to fuck you forever, to never be anywhere but inside you. But it couldn’t last forever. His powerful strokes and the position he held you in meant he ground against your clit with every thrust were pushing you toward the edge of your release fast. You tried to warn him, but the man wouldn’t release your lips long enough for you to get the words out, which is how you wound up screaming into his mouth. Your body shook and trembled through your orgasm, your pussy clenching down hard on the man’s cock.

With a surprised shout, the man followed you over the edge, your release triggering his own. He groaned low and dirty against your lips, his hips shoving his cock deep inside your pussy and letting himself go. Your cunt milked him dry, wringing every drop of cum from his thick length.

Smiling dazedly, you moaned softly at the feel of his warm cum filling you up. Your head tilted back, your face upturned toward the midnight sky filled with stars; you watched them twinkle through slitted eyes. You were happy and satisfied, your body loose and relaxed in the man’s arms, forgetting for a moment that you were dancing on the edge of danger. But the man held you tight, ensuring you were safe.

“Mine,” the man said, gathering you against his chest and hauling you off the railing. “My soulmate,” he murmured, staring deeply into your eyes before ducking his head for a kiss.

While he kissed you, you were barely aware of him moving. You didn’t realize he’d carried you into your room until he was settling you down on your hotel room bed, covering your body with his. His cock was still stuffed deep in your pussy and you rocked up into him. He growled softly into your mouth.

Lazily, the man fucked you again, taking his time with your body and wringing two more orgasms from you before he spilled another load deep in your cunt. You collapsed into the bed and cuddled into your soulmate, feeling safe and happy and satisfied as you fell asleep.

At some point in the early morning hours, you woke as you felt the man retreat from your bed. You reached for him with desperate, clinging fingers, which he took and kissed the tip of each one.

“Stay,” he murmured and you knew instantly that he was leaving.

Your heart dropped. “Don’t go,” you whispered, not too proud to put every ounce of desperation you felt in those two begging words. You’d plead with him not to leave you if you had to.

“Not safe—yet,” he said. That haunted look had returned to his blue eyes and you suddenly remembered the circumstances in which you’d first seen him. If he was capable of such violence, you could believe the world he navigated was just as dangerous, and you wanted no part in it. But that didn’t mean you were willing to give up your soulmate.

“Come back to me,” you murmured, smiling softly to let him know you weren’t angry even as tears pricked at your eyes and your heart cracked open. You clung to both his hands, tugging them toward your mouth so you could drop a kiss first on his metal palm and then against the heart-shaped mark on his right wrist.

The man gazed down at you with a soft sadness in his tortured blue eyes. He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips and uttered three words that were a fierce promise before ducking out of the room onto the balcony and disappearing into the early morning. “Always, my soulmate.”

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trevisos · 5 months ago

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6 and 7!

thank youuu 💖

from these dav hype asks!

6. Do you have your Rook(s) planned out to any degree? If so, would you share some details or ideas you have?

oh boy so. yes and no? i have some very vague concepts i plan to refine as i replay the games/reread the books/finally read tevinter nights in the next few months. i know i’m going to play an elf mage and they’re probably going to be some sort of genderweird. i was initially thinking a sort of princely looking tomboy girl but the allure of nice looking long hair may tempt me into making them, like, an effeminate transmasc twink? (says the effeminate transmasc twink. lol) i’m torn between crows, mourn watch, and wardens. i’m going to work so hard to not actually pick wardens bc i want to explore something new but also. well. i really love the grey wardens. so it Is a possibility. top romance contenders right now are neve, lucanis, and emmrich but i think i’m just going to let whatever happens happen and not try to plan it too much.

their nickname is tentatively magpie, but their full name is going to depend on where i decide they’re from, which faction i pick, and just plain vibes lol. i think they’re going to be blonde bc i already have a brunette, a redhead, and a black haired protag in this world state and i think it would be funny to round it out with a blonde lol. pronouns also tbd

7. What character from the previous games or other media are you most hoping will make an appearance in DAV?

the most delusional part of me says anders but i know that is simply not going to happen. i would be happy if he got a mention honestly lmao. my next choice is also kind of a longshot bc i am not sure she’s even still alive but i would killllll to see fiona again! in my heart she will be redesigned and the white fiona of dai infamy can fade into the past like an awful nightmare…. but if i would take anything honestly. i love fiona so much. my more realistic choices would be like, fenris? or dorian? isabela maybe? or zevran?????

#da blogging #漫言 #answered #i love u fiona…. i miss u fiona….

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lennasaurus · 5 months ago

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Another entry in the fixin' shit diary: Nintendo Pro Controller

I've been playing a lot of botw & totk and finally ran into the dreaded pro controller drift issues. I am a murder-from-a-distance type, so the drift was killllll meeee.

I followed a combo of these three posts to get the job done:

I Fixed My Pro Controller Drift issue (Reddit Post)

How to Eliminate Joystick Drift from a Nintendo Switch Pro Controller (IFIXIT)

How You Can Fix a Drifting Pro Controller Stick (Youtube)

D-Pad Issue Easy Fix (Youtube)

Overall it is a pretty simple job to get done. I used contact cleaner to clean out the potentiometers, regreased the joy stick with dielectric grease, and did the little d-pad tape hack. Took less than 20 mins and felt great to both me & my partner over the weekend playing. Some tips if you want to do this:

You will need a precision/watch/jeweller phillips #00 Screwdriver - it needs to be long a skinny. We had one in our glasses repair kit from the dollar store.

Don't get too bogged down with name brands for contact/electronic cleaners & dielectric grease. Trying to hunt down what Americans are recommending will drive you wild. I had good luck in the automotive center of Canadian Tire. Also, buy the smallest bottles you can, they will last you years if you are just fixing electronics.

Disconnect the ribbon, it's not scary, it's just a ZIF connector and you're much more likely to damage it trying to keep it connected while you are cleaning stuff. iFixit has a great ribbon/cable id article.

Some of the screws were very very tight on mine, so I had to focus on downward pressure more than twisting to get them out without stripping them. Chillness is your friend here and having the controller firmly held is key.

Overall this controller is very DIY repair-friendly, all parts can only go in one way (I dumped out all buttons onto the floor and they are keyed to only go into their correct spot 👼), all the screws are the same for each assembly step, and there are no hard to get open tabs or clasps

#me #repair #fix your shit #nintendo #botw #totk

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ackermans-freedom-inc · 4 years ago

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is my internet shit, or do you not love me any more mother??? :< -dbb

MY DEAR. I HATE TO BLAME IT ON YOUR INTERNET. BUT IT IS BE IT BC MY LOVE FOR U IS BURNING BRIGHTER THAN IT EVER WAS

#<3 ALL MY LOVE #dbb anon #THE MOTHER PART KILLLLLLED ME #do you mean you don’t see my replies??? AhHHh #tumblr has sometimes eaten my asks so if you sent in an ask and I never responded #it might have gotten eaten #BUT IF ITS A FIC REQUEST IM WORKIN ON EM #XD #anon #asks

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beckmessering · 3 years ago

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This may be unoriginal, but pls rank Wagner operas? <3

rankings killllll me bc i'm an indecisive btch but let the fun begin! in order of least to most loved :)

- der fliegende holländer. i do not vibe with it. the story is fine but every time i heard it, the music felt too loud (ironic considering some of the later choices on this list). there are two (2) parts i like and that'll be it for me, sir.

- lohengrin. this is NOT a statement about the quality of lohengrin and rather a statement about my lack of exposure. what i remember was beautiful, i just don't feel i know it enough or listen to it enough to justify giving it a higher rating. but there's a HUGE gap between holländer and lohengrin, so lohengrin is appreciated <3

- tristan und isolde. same as with lohengrin. i only recently reintroduced myself to it after a slightly disastrous first exposure where i didn't understand anything at all, and now i'd love to see more of it but don't feel i've grasped everything about it yet. i want to, though.

- götterdämmerung. i find it gets progressively more fun - the first act is longggggg and drags just *slightly* but things get spicy in the second and third act, where all my favourite musical bits are. also v fun to watch chaos unfold.

- tannhäuser. aka sex, sin, and singing in medieval germany. it was my first wagner opera and not the one i listen to the absolute most right now but i'm very fond of it, especially in productions that go a bit wild (looking at u, bayreuth)

[ entering the territory of Stuff I Have Most Hot Takes About ]

- siegfried. pretty much on par with tannhäuser. the title character annoys me very much and i'm not one for one-act-long love duets (also ironic considering upcoming choices). BUT musically it's very fun and the side characters are smashing (hi, mime) and a well-acted siegfried makes it very enjoyable for me. and the hot takes begin, ofc.

- die meistersinger von nürnberg. this one is a part-time tenant in my head that drops by rather often. i'm very picky about productions here and it's not a good opera for switching off your brain to (stay awake while richard tries to indoctrinate you about GeRmAn ArT, guys) but when i fall in love with a production, i fall HARD. i named my blog after beckmesser, the antagonist of meistersinger, and i shall carry this mantle for ages to come. honestly, come for the baritones.

- das rheingold. is this a comedy? not really. but considering that meistersinger isn't funny once you account for the antisemitism, rheingold is a proper comedy. the decisions made are HILARIOUS when you come to think of it and it's such a weird breakneck adventure. once again, smashing side characters (hellooo, loge), and i personally think it's the most finger-snapping wagner opera. sure, it sets up serious things, but in the right mood it's just unabashedly fun.

- die walküre. walküre kicked lots of other operas in the shins and got this spot. i'll spare you the story of how i started to like it, but i am very in love with it. the irony is that it a) can get very loud in parts and b) consists of at least 30% love duets (and a love story you shouldn't mention in public), which i adore. it's the perfect mix of excellent characters and fucked up decisions and it now lives rent-free in my head 24/7. bonus points for being the second opera that makes me cry on the regular.

- parsifal. the first opera to make me cry on the regular. i'm not that choosy at which part. i genuinely like some themes it explores, unusual as they are, and characters go without saying. it feels like comfort - parsifal in the darkness of my room is tells me everything is okay right now. at the same time, it feels a bit other to me, likely because i've never found anything like it, and it's like briefly seeing the world through a veil. it's like my feet haven't touched the ground after parsifal ends, and i don't want them to.

#thanks for the ask!#ranking things WAS fun #gtg for now because my flight is boarding #but i will be back #revedebeatrice

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homoer0tic · 1 year ago

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EPISODE 5 KILLLLLLED ME. Aziraphale is so cute throwing his little ball couldn't the demons have waited a lil bit 🥺🥺

OKAY BUT LIKE.

1. Nina telling Crowley that it looks like him and Aziraphale are a thing, and Crowley being like defensive but then being like oh shit!!! 🤨🤔

2. Crowley getting SO protective over Aziraphale talking to Gabriel had me in like TEARS . And it's so real too like there's no way Crowley was gonna just not talk about what happened??? Like oh my god

3. CROWLEY AZIRAPHALE DANCE SCENE 😭😭😭😭😭

4. Aziraphale being like "but Crowley gets so happy when he rescues me" SOOO REAL

Also I love how the one thing that manages to thwart the demons is bureaucracy. I think one of my favorite parts of the show has always been that heaven and hell are really just representatives of the truest evil in life, corporatism lmao

And the non binary rep this episode 😍

Overall I am still FERAL and I don't think I will be mentally sound until season 3. Honestly I'm so scared for the last episode because I am basically 100% certain that it's going to end on a really sad note, probably some sort of separation. But I am also a sucker for a good tragedy so 😔 I just don't want it to be over yet after having waited for so long!

Honestly season 2 so far has surpassed my expectations quite a bit. Yeah it's a lot smaller scope and the budget was obvi cut a bit, but it's still so good and the actors really make it all work. I do now understand why neil gaiman said this season was basically made in order to facilitate the events of season 3, it really does seem like it's trying to raise the stakes of Aziraphale and Crowleys relationship and inevitably lead to something big. It's nice having this little 'quiet, romantic' season as Gaiman put it :) here's to hoping that season 3 gets greenlit!

good omens ep 3 reaction - spoilers for ep 3 below

yes I know everyone else is finished but I work a lot so I'm taking it slow and I still need to live blog my reaction so I can look back years down the line n cry about it

honestly SLAY neil gaiman for showing us Crowley getting fucked up on opium. I've always wondered whether he'd have used drugs before and what would happen and holynshit that whole sequence was hilarious. Also congrats aziraphale for learning some class consciousness lol

Also Crowley getting angry at Gabriel for potentially hurting aziraphale was so precious and baby girl of him and honestly I'm just swooning they're so in love

Detective aziraphale is so cute too like 🥺 THE YELLOW BENTley oh my goddd

Also I'm getting some rly bad foreshadowing with the whole extreme sanctions thing and idk Crowley threatening Gabriel like that makes me feel like something bad is gonna happen at the end of the season I WILL FIGHT U NEIL GAIMAN

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #gos2ep5 #good omens reaction

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