#wall-e!Lister

[iiep-wop]

More random Lore stuff for the Wall-E AU :D

Lister/ WALL-E lore

-This is what the inside of Lister's storage container house thing is supposed to be laid out like, the dimensions are probably not accurate at all to what size it would be but yk

Also it's supposed to be decorated very similarly to Wall E's actual home, hence the picture from the film for reference

It's supposed to be small and kinda cramped but I don't think it comes across like that in my sketch lolll

-To clear up any ambiguity, Lister was dating Kochanski before everything happened

-The storage container already sort of doubled up into a moving house type thing (because it's on wheel treadmill type things (I think that's what those are called)) in order to make it easier to cover a larger area without people trekking back to the workers centre every evening

-Kochanski, Petersen and the others helped Lister decorate and most of the furniture is salvaged

Rimmer/EVE lore

-an EVE isn't supposed to have a visor like Rimmer does

-there is supposed to be more than one EVE

-EVE's have been to earth before but Rimmer specifically hasn't ever been

-after a set period of time, an EVE can leave and enter the pod at will

Cat, Kryten and Holly lore when we finally meet them!!! (Next couple of chapters and we should have finally met them all)

-Cat will be the last character of the original ones to be introduced btw

[red-wop]

Not actually drawn all the Wall E Au versions of the boys together yet so here's a lil lineup of them all with their final designs in case anyone wanted to see them all together :]

I really need to get some new pens and pencils lolll I don't have nearly enough flesh tone pencils

Also Tumblr messed with the saturation so everyone looks paler than the drawing actually looks 😭😭

[rtfics]

Michael Keaton Is Ditching His Stage Name for His Real Name.

Just don’t say his name three times.

Michael Keaton is ready to return to his roots, more specifically, his birth name.The Beetlejuice Beetlejuice star shared that after five decades in show business playing several iconic characters like Batman and Beetlejuice, he wants to use his original moniker—Michael Douglas—again.

Due to the Screen Actor’s Guild’s rules that no two members can have the same name, Keaton was forced to come up with a solution due to both Wall Street actor Michael Douglas and talk show host Mike Douglas.

“I was looking through—I can’t remember if it was a phone book,” the 72-year-old recalled to People in an interview published Sept. 4. “I must’ve gone, ‘I don’t know, let me think of something here.’ And I went, ‘Oh, that sounds reasonable.’”

Moving forward, Keaton plans to be credited professionally as Michael Keaton Douglas, a combination of his stage name and his real name.

The Oscar-nominated actor said he planned to use the new name on his 2023 film Knox Goes Away, which he directed and starred in, but noted that he simply “forgot” amid the chaos of making the film.

“I said, ‘Hey, just as a warning, my credit is going to be Michael Keaton Douglas.’ And it totally got away from me,” he shared. “And I forgot to give them enough time to put it in and create that. But that will happen.”

Keaton isn’t the first Hollywood A-lister to decide to revert back to their birth name in a professional setting. Emma Stone, who coincidentally starred alongside Keaton in 2014’s Birdman, previously announced her intentions of returning to her first name of Emily.

Via E! Online.

[thegeminisage]

star trek update time! I AM BEHIND. tuesday we watched voy's "message in a bottle" and ds9's "who mourns for morn?" thursday we did ds9's "far beyond the stars" and last night we did voy's "hunters" and ds9's "one little ship."

message in a bottle (voy):

THIS ONE WAS SO EXCITING.............

i know vaguely how voyager ends because i have an internet connection but im still like omg omg omg theyre MAKING CONTACT WITH EARTH omg omg

like the whole episode i was so sure something would happen and they would get close but make no progress bc thats been the name of the game so far but THEY DID IT!!!

the emh was great here too. it was fun to see him next to someone who is basically who he used to be. that said, i didn't love who they cast for the other emh...i think it would have been more fun if it had been another zimmerman look alike or. better yet, julian bashir. julian bashir in this episode would have made it PERFECT

seven of nine shocking that guy was amazing. everyone say thank you to seven of nine for finding the communications relay

i get where b'elanna is coming from w seven but like............b'elanna is easily the rudest person on this ship. and i dont hold that against her i know where she is coming from but its hard to see her go damn seven youre rude when she is always snapping at everyone lskdjfgh

that said: Girl Fight

anyway "60k lightyears feels a little closer today" i welled up fr. great job everyone

who mourns for morn? (ds9):

i think i owuld have liked this episode a lot better if it didn't come so close to the magnificent ferengi episode...it's like very typical quark shenanigans and even though he IS my best friend now i don't think this was his best episode. he spent this whole episode just like...trying to do shenanigans and get money which is fine but it's all v surface level stuff. season 3 esque, if you will. the other episode had way more substance to it

that said, i love morn as a like bit character and i love that we found out increasingly improbable and fantastic things about him - cat burglar is almost as good as secret prince

even better when he got back and quark was like DON'T SAY A WORD after we've been talking about how talkative he is all episode and we have not heard him utter a single word in six seasons. incredible

i also like the two aliens who talked really slowly. very fun on-screen presence.

odo giving quark shit in this episode was also pretty good. like he was doing absolutely nothing illegal and odo literally didn't have anything better to do than harass him. E QUARK!

far beyond the stars (ds9):

this episode.

it is such a shame that avery brooks never did anything major outside of ds9. like, a handful of made for tv movies and that's IT?? ik i keep saying this but the man should have been an a-lister. holy fuck. he is SO talented it's insane

i was kinda hoping this guy was sisko's ancestor - that somehow for some reason the prophets were torturing him with visions too? but the fourth wall thing was really good too. and it also freaked me out i love a good fourth wall break <3

outside of the plot of this episode being good, the acting from everybody was phenomenal, but again, ESPECIALLY avery brooks...why can't tng and voyager holodeck episodes be like this?? jesus christ. like this had almost nothing at all to do with ds9 and i still loved it

aside from that, what a treat to see everybody out oft he makeup. some people i recognized ONLY by their voices. we had to pause and rewind several times to focus on what they were actually saying because we were so shocked at how different they looked, and in odo's case, sounded!

anyway, 10/10 episodes. bonus points for the fake jadzia going "oh my gawd she's got a wooorm in her belly" and giggling in disgusted delight <3

hunters (voy):

NEWS FROM HOME THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!!!!! i SAID everybody say THANK YOU to seven of nine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i was so sure harry wasnt gonna get a letter i was shocked when it finally did come in

tom not getting his letter but knowing one was sent vs b'elanna having no one who loves her enough to send a letter but still learning all her friends are dead...i was glad she gave him a reality check but at the same time...they do kind of work. both of them left behind such shit situations that their lives actually IMPROVED once they got to the delta quadrant and that is Something. semi-reluctantly, i now get it

TUVOK'S A GRANDFATHER......................we've been speculating about his babies and potential grandbabies for 3.5 seasons and now we finally have some ANSWERS!!!!! this is obviously his first grandson but i would still love to know how old the rest of his kids are...i doubt theyre like Babies but young adults? older teens? no one tell me i want to find out on my own

thuh-rilled that janeway finally got dumped by mark. absolutely baffled as to why she and chakotay talked it over like that if they weren't gonna be endgame...when tf did they decide to get him with seven instead? like i don't object because then i don't have to pick between jc and j7 i guess but what the fuck?? it makes no sense. i'm not really Seeing jc7 in my mind palace yet but i'm trying

one little ship (ds9):

this one was so funny. spend an entire episode struck by the lighting bolt from mario kart

o'brien being like saauuur preoccupied with his size also...hilarious. he wanted to kill julian every time he made a pun. don't worry o'brien your wife will understand

that said, really good when julian talked him through those repairs. i think it's easy to forget how fucking smart o'brien is but julian literally did not forget. he solved problems.

"fry every cell in my tiny body" or whatever tf julian said. his tiny, tiny body

when worf was worried about his wife but she came to save him but she was 1cm tall

sisko delaying the repairs was really good...i feel like he meets a jem'hadar and the first thing he tries to do is make them feel a sense of personhood so they can get angry about the injustice of their situation. like, it shows that he has empathy but it's also an incredibly effective tactic - people like as respect sisko as a captain and as someone who fights fairly, honorably, and effectively in battle, so they all hold his opinion in high regard - and the sitch with the jem'hadar is SO skeevy that like of Course they are mad about it. so he can pretty easily manipulate them if he plays his cards right which is? fun and sexy

bonus for kira becoming hysterical at the idea of o'brien and the others becoming that tiny. i think this is when he started to get insecure

edit: i did forget to say initially i really hated the use of "alphas" in this episode. it was very bad and i did not enjoy it any time they said it.

TONIGHT: voy's "prey" and ds9's "honor among thieves."

[whatdoesshedotothem]

1836 Oct[obe]r Thurs[day] 27

7 55/..

12 40/..

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No kiss fine morn[in]g – d[o]wnst[ai]rs at 8 3/4 – Ch[arle]s How[ar]th and W[illia]m Keigh[le]y h[a]d been wait[in]g for me 20 min[ute]s –

set the form[e]r w[i]th his son Ja[me]s to hang the gate at the top corn[e]r of Conery Ing and took W[illia]m K- [Keighley] to cut

off a few brok[e]n branches of an oak at the bot[tom] of Pearson Ing (n[ea]r the larch tree) and then w[e]nt

w[i]th h[i]m to Spa h[ou]se to shew h[i]m A-‘s [Ann] four larches to be cut d[o]wn -he will cut them d[o]wn

on Mon[day] – ho[me] at 9 55/.. Mr. Husb[an]d and Dobson (the stone merch[an]t) wait[in]g for me - told H- [Husband]

I w[oul]d ha[ve] a warm bath in the pres[en]t kitchen - alter the stab[le]s and turn the pres[en]t front stab[le]

int[o] a manserv[an]t’s bedr[oo]m – w[oul]d n[o]t ha[ve] the gr[ea]t oak King posts squar[e]d or alt[ere]d to ma[ke] mo[re]

r[oo]m at the end of the gall[er]y lead[in]g the red r[oo]m and north chamb[e]r - to be cas[e]d ov[e]r in their pres[en]t shape -

Dobson want[e]d to kno[w] the date of his last bill for insides (st[one] for the Long goit) –

Look[e]d ov[e]r my acc[oun]ts and ga[ve] him the informat[io]n he want[e]d – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 3/4 - Mrs. and

Miss Briggs call[e]d at 11 – wait[e]d 10 min[ute]s in the h[ou]sekeep[e]r’s r[oo]m till we h[a]d br[eak]f[a]st[e]d –

the 1st ti[me] of their com[in]g here s[in]ce they left us - we were ver[y] civ[i]l to them and I st[ai]d w[i]th

them till n[ea]r 12 - they remain[e]d so[me] ti[me] long[e]r w[i]th A- [Ann] - out fr[om] a lit[tle] bef[ore] 12 (ab[ou]t)

till 1, then n[ea]r an h[ou]r w[i]th A- [Ann] then out ag[ai]n till ca[me] in at 5 50/.. at the meer-drift and in the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t – dress[e]d –

wr[ote] 1 3/4 p[ages] to ‘Mrs. Lawton, Lawton hall, Lawton, Cheshire’ and s[e]nt it tonight – we

shall be delight[e]d to see h[e]r on the 2[n]d or 3[r]d of next m[on]th i.e. next Wed[nesday] or Thurs[day]

hope she will n[o]t disap[poin]t us if she can help it - she h[a]d best ta[ke] her pl[a]ce

in the mail to Bradford, - tell the guard to blow his horn, and let her alight at

the Lodge - will prepare her old fr[ien]d Matty Pollard for her arriv[a]l and I mys[elf] will

ta[ke] ca[re] she (M- [Mariana]) does n[o]t lose hers[elf] bet[ween] the Lodge and the h[ou]se – wr[ote] no[te] to ‘The Rev[eren]d Rob[er]t Wilkins[o]n Heath’

to ask h[i]m ‘to co[me] whenev[e]r m[o]st conven[ien]t to him bef[ore] Wed[nesday] (b[u]t n[o]t on Mon[day]) respect[in]g

the will of my late a[un]t - and wr[ote] no[te] to ‘Mr. Lister appraiser Halifax’ to ask him

to co[me] at 3 p.m. tomor[row] or Sat[urday] to val[ue] the wardrobe of my late a[un]t – seal[e]d and

direct[e]d all the ab[ov]e (let[ter] notes) at the din[ner] tab[le] and s[e]nt them off by Frank soon aft[e]r

7 – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch al[ou]d as us[ua]l – 1/2 asleep on the sofa

till 10 - then wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today - Booth here this morn[in]g - at Hilltop in the

aft[ernoo]n – settl[e]d - Mr. Carter h[a]s no object[io]n to the new barn and h[ou]se being in a line w[i]th his

moth[e]r’s cot[tage] and so it is to be - 2 masons (Amos and Jos[e]ph Sharpe) at the west tow[e]r –

2 d[itt]o flagg[in]g the new court – Rob[er]t Mann + 4 low[erin]g and level[in]g in front of the h[ou]se and g[o]t

the hall-cellar-drain dry out so as to drain off all the wat[e]r (6in. deep) out of the cellar –

Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Joseph help[in]g the masons at the west tow[e]r – pull[in]g d[o]wn the gard[e]n terr[a]ce

wall and dress[in]g the st[one] (Jos[e]ph w[a]s help[in]g the gard[ene]r in the morn[in]g) - the gard[ene]r and John Booth and Ch[arl]es

and Ja[me]s How[ar]th stubb[in]g up the old apple-trees in the orch[ar]d and clear[in]g the gr[ou]nd - Frank cart[in]g

st[one] for the dry arching 2 l[oa]ds rough throughs fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quarry and the rest st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall –

Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s H- [Howarth] at Hilltop all yest[erday] and Tues[day] aft[ernoo]n pull[in]g d[o]wn the old cot[tage]s and barn – Ingh[a]m + 2

men and a boy wall[in]g east parapet wall along the outside arch - 2 York joiners in the hall and 2

Hilltop cot[age]s and barn

pull[e]d d[ow]n

251

1836

Oct[obe]r

jobb[in]g as us[ua]l - the gallery all tak[e]n d[o]wn yest[erday] to the red r[oo]m and n[or]th chamb[e]r and no gett[in]g int[o] eith[e]r

b[u]t by a ladd[e]r int[o] the lit[tle] sq[uare] lobby open[in]g int[o] them - a new beam put up today for the fut[ure]

gall[er]y floor - Mark Hepw[or]th and the N[orth]g[a]te carts cart[in]g soil in front of the h[ou]se topp[i]ng up the gr[ea]t

embankm[en]t – ver[y] fine day F[ahrenheit] 32° now at 10 50/.. p.m. the 1st ti[me] this seas[o]n of being at the freez[in]g point –

my no[te]s tonight writ[ten] in the 1st pers[o]n - will n[o]t wr[it]e Miss L- [Lister] mean[in]g to ta[ke] the brevet

immed[iatel]y – No[te] fr[om] Mr. Wilkins[o]n to say comp[limen]ts and he will co[me] at 11 a.m. on Sat[urday] Mr. List[e]r

will try to co[me] tomor[row]

[enfyswanders]

York: July 4-6, 2024

I fucking love York.

Of all the places I visited, York felt most like home and made my heart sing in a way I can't quite explain. It may be because most of my English ancestors lived in Yorkshire, but I think it has more to do with the overall vibe of the town, and the fact that there are city walls you can run around on.

The City Wall Trail is so fun. There's something really exciting about walking around these old stone walls to get from place to place, above the traffic and the noise and the tourists. Especially as an American, too, the fact that there aren't guardrails on one side makes me feel especially rebellious in a delicious way to walk upon them.

I visited York not just because I have ancestry in the region, but because my colleague and dear friend Tal lives there. In fact, she grew up there. And worked as a tour guide there. And I was incredibly fortunate that she rode her ebike an hour and a half from the exurbs into the city to hang out with me and show me around. We met on Dame Judi Dench Walk:

We ran around the walls, and my other favorite area, the Shambles:

The Shambles made me feel like I'd stepped into a Renaissance Festival, or a fantasy novel. The architecture that sort of leans into the middle of the narrow cobbled roads, the fun little shops...it feels like stepping out of time.

Tal taught me some of York's history, including a horrible antisemitic massacre in one of the castle towers in 1190, and the fact that Constantine was crowned emperor near the cathedral there in 306 AD.

The cathedral, incidentally, is stunning:

We also stumbled upon this plaque, and this was my chance to teach Tal something of the local history, because she hadn't heard of Anne Lister. My partner Niall and I had watched the show Gentleman Jack, which is based on Anne Lister's life.

(I'm a little salty that this plaque's language was changed to remove "gender non-conforming" and, curiously "entrepreneur," due to some TERF uproar, though.)

We also visited some of the local pubs. While we were walking around, I remembered one of my goals for the trip had been to drink in at least one of the Grand Pubs of Yorkshire from the song of that name I used to sing in my old band. We found one of those pubs still exists in York proper: Ye Olde Starre Inn ("The Star" in the song).

We went there, I ordered a shot of Jameson, and I drank a toast to my departed bandmate Stringalong Jim, who used to sing the lead on that song.

(Side note: As an American, I was constantly in awe of experiences like drinking in a pub that's been around since 1644.)

Another pub we visited had a sign that made me very, very sad as a Misbehavin' Maiden:

(That's literally all we do!)

Tal and I had Yorkshire pudding with roast beef for lunch, but our dinner was truly spectacular. She took me to Delrio's, an Italian place where she used to work. They still had up some of the signs she had lettered many years ago! The fiocchi formaggio e pere, described on the menu as "Parcels of pasta filled with cheese and pear served in a creamy basil sauce," was toe-curlingly delicious. The food was so good, in fact, I returned the next night to eat there a second time, where I had the tagliatelle al tartufo: "Tagliatelle with wild mushrooms, truffle and cream."

One of my other food loves discovered around this point in the trip are these amazing custard cream cookies, which are stupid cheap at Marks & Spencer (under £1 for an entire pack). I brought two packages home with me, that's how good they are.

Finally, here are a couple business names that made me giggle in York:

[wankerwatch]

Lords Vote

On: Victims and Prisoners Bill

Baroness Royall of Blaisdon moved amendment 133, after clause 47, to insert the new clause Relevant domestic abuse or stalking perpetrators’ register. The House divided:

Ayes: 203 (55.7% Lab, 28.1% LD, 13.3% XB, 1.5% , 0.5% Bshp, 0.5% PC, 0.5% Green) Noes: 198 (94.9% Con, 2.0% , 1.5% DUP, 1.0% XB, 0.5% UUP) Absent: ~409

Likely Referenced Bill: Prisoners (Disclosure of Information About Victims) Bill

Description: To require the Parole Board to take into account any failure by a prisoner serving a sentence for unlawful killing or for taking or making an indecent image of a child to disclose information about the victim.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Commons Bill Stage: 2nd reading

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Labour (113 votes)

Adams of Craigielea, B. Anderson of Stoke-on-Trent, B. Anderson of Swansea, L. Andrews, B. Armstrong of Hill Top, B. Bach, L. Bassam of Brighton, L. Berkeley, L. Blackstone, B. Blower, B. Blunkett, L. Boateng, L. Bradley, L. Bragg, L. Brooke of Alverthorpe, L. Browne of Ladyton, L. Bryan of Partick, B. Cashman, L. Chandos, V. Chapman of Darlington, B. Clark of Windermere, L. Coaker, L. Collins of Highbury, L. Crawley, B. Davidson of Glen Clova, L. Davies of Brixton, L. Donaghy, B. Donoughue, L. Drake, B. Drayson, L. Dubs, L. Eatwell, L. Evans of Watford, L. Falconer of Thoroton, L. Foulkes of Cumnock, L. Gale, B. Glasman, L. Golding, B. Goudie, B. Grantchester, L. Grocott, L. Hacking, L. Hannett of Everton, L. Hanworth, V. Harris of Haringey, L. Hayman of Ullock, B. Hayter of Kentish Town, B. Hazarika, B. Healy of Primrose Hill, B. Hendy, L. Hollick, L. Howarth of Newport, L. Hughes of Stretford, B. Hunt of Kings Heath, L. Jay of Paddington, B. Jones of Whitchurch, B. Jones, L. Jordan, L. Kennedy of Cradley, B. Kennedy of Southwark, L. Kennedy of The Shaws, B. Khan of Burnley, L. Kinnock, L. Knight of Weymouth, L. Lennie, L. Leong, L. Lipsey, L. Lister of Burtersett, B. Livermore, L. Maxton, L. McConnell of Glenscorrodale, L. McIntosh of Hudnall, B. McNicol of West Kilbride, L. Merron, B. Monks, L. Morris of Yardley, B. Murphy of Torfaen, L. Nye, B. O'Grady of Upper Holloway, B. Osamor, B. Parekh, L. Pitkeathley, B. Ponsonby of Shulbrede, L. Prentis of Leeds, L. Primarolo, B. Quin, B. Ramsey of Wall Heath, B. Rebuck, B. Reid of Cardowan, L. Ritchie of Downpatrick, B. Robertson of Port Ellen, L. Rooker, L. Rowlands, L. Royall of Blaisdon, B. Sahota, L. Shamash, L. Sherlock, B. Sikka, L. Smith of Basildon, B. Snape, L. Stansgate, V. Taylor of Bolton, B. Taylor of Stevenage, B. Thornton, B. Touhig, L. Tunnicliffe, L. Twycross, B. Watson of Invergowrie, L. Wheeler, B. Whitaker, B. Whitty, L. Wilcox of Newport, B. Young of Old Scone, B.

Liberal Democrat (57 votes)

Addington, L. Allan of Hallam, L. Bakewell of Hardington Mandeville, B. Barker, B. Beith, L. Bonham-Carter of Yarnbury, B. Bowles of Berkhamsted, B. Brinton, B. Bruce of Bennachie, L. Burnett, L. Burt of Solihull, B. Clement-Jones, L. Dholakia, L. Featherstone, B. Foster of Bath, L. Fox, L. Garden of Frognal, B. German, L. Goddard of Stockport, L. Grender, B. Hamwee, B. Harris of Richmond, B. Humphreys, B. Hussain, L. Hussein-Ece, B. Janke, B. Jolly, B. Kramer, B. Marks of Henley-on-Thames, L. McNally, L. Miller of Chilthorne Domer, B. Newby, L. Northover, B. Oates, L. Palmer of Childs Hill, L. Parminter, B. Pinnock, B. Randerson, B. Razzall, L. Russell, E. Scriven, L. Sharkey, L. Sheehan, B. Shipley, L. Smith of Newnham, B. Stoneham of Droxford, L. Storey, L. Strasburger, L. Suttie, B. Taylor of Goss Moor, L. Teverson, L. Thomas of Gresford, L. Thomas of Winchester, B. Thornhill, B. Tope, L. Tyler of Enfield, B. Walmsley, B.

Crossbench (27 votes)

Aberdare, L. Anderson of Ipswich, L. Berkeley of Knighton, L. Campbell of Surbiton, B. Cavendish of Little Venice, B. Clancarty, E. Colville of Culross, V. Craigavon, V. Cromwell, L. Finlay of Llandaff, B. Freyberg, L. Hogan-Howe, L. Hope of Craighead, L. Hunt of Bethnal Green, B. Kakkar, L. Kerr of Kinlochard, L. Meacher, B. Meston, L. Pannick, L. Prashar, B. Russell of Liverpool, L. Somerset, D. Stevens of Kirkwhelpington, L. Thomas of Cwmgiedd, L. Trevethin and Oaksey, L. Vaux of Harrowden, L. Warner, L.

Non-affiliated (3 votes)

Mann, L. Paddick, L. Patel of Bradford, L.

Bishops (1 vote)

Southwell and Nottingham, Bp.

Plaid Cymru (1 vote)

Smith of Llanfaes, B.

Green Party (1 vote)

Jones of Moulsecoomb, B.

Noes

Conservative (188 votes)

Agnew of Oulton, L. Ahmad of Wimbledon, L. Altmann, B. Altrincham, L. Anelay of St Johns, B. Arbuthnot of Edrom, L. Ashcombe, L. Ashton of Hyde, L. Attlee, E. Balfe, L. Banner, L. Barran, B. Bellamy, L. Bellingham, L. Benyon, L. Berridge, B. Bethell, L. Blencathra, L. Bloomfield of Hinton Waldrist, B. Booth, L. Borwick, L. Bottomley of Nettlestone, B. Bourne of Aberystwyth, L. Bray of Coln, B. Bridgeman, V. Browning, B. Brownlow of Shurlock Row, L. Buscombe, B. Caine, L. Caithness, E. Callanan, L. Cameron of Chipping Norton, L. Cameron of Lochiel, L. Camrose, V. Carrington of Fulham, L. Cathcart, E. Chadlington, L. Choudrey, L. Colgrain, L. Courtown, E. Crathorne, L. Cruddas, L. Davies of Gower, L. De Mauley, L. Deben, L. Deighton, L. Dobbs, L. Douglas-Miller, L. Duncan of Springbank, L. Dundee, E. Dunlop, L. Eccles, V. Effingham, E. Elliott of Mickle Fell, L. Evans of Bowes Park, B. Fairfax of Cameron, L. Farmer, L. Fink, L. Finn, B. Fleet, B. Fookes, B. Forsyth of Drumlean, L. Foster of Oxton, B. Framlingham, L. Fraser of Craigmaddie, B. Frost, L. Fuller, L. Garnier, L. Glendonbrook, L. Godson, L. Gold, L. Goldie, B. Grimstone of Boscobel, L. Hamilton of Epsom, L. Hammond of Runnymede, L. Harlech, L. Haselhurst, L. Hayward, L. Helic, B. Henley, L. Herbert of South Downs, L. Hodgson of Abinger, B. Hodgson of Astley Abbotts, L. Horam, L. Houchen of High Leven, L. Howard of Lympne, L. Howard of Rising, L. Howe, E. Howell of Guildford, L. Hunt of Wirral, L. Jackson of Peterborough, L. James of Blackheath, L. Jamieson, L. Jenkin of Kennington, B. Johnson of Lainston, L. Johnson of Marylebone, L. Jopling, L. Kempsell, L. King of Bridgwater, L. Kirkham, L. Kirkhope of Harrogate, L. Lamont of Lerwick, L. Lansley, L. Lawlor, B. Lea of Lymm, B. Leicester, E. Lexden, L. Lilley, L. Lindsay, E. Lingfield, L. Liverpool, E. Livingston of Parkhead, L. Lucas, L. Magan of Castletown, L. Mancroft, L. Manzoor, B. Markham, L. Marks of Hale, L. Marland, L. Marlesford, L. McInnes of Kilwinning, L. McIntosh of Pickering, B. McLoughlin, L. Mendoza, L. Meyer, B. Minto, E. Mobarik, B. Monckton of Dallington Forest, B. Montrose, D. Morris of Bolton, B. Mott, L. Moylan, L. Moynihan of Chelsea, L. Moynihan, L. Murray of Blidworth, L. Naseby, L. Neville-Jones, B. Neville-Rolfe, B. Newlove, B. Nicholson of Winterbourne, B. Noakes, B. Norton of Louth, L. Offord of Garvel, L. Owen of Alderley Edge, B. Parkinson of Whitley Bay, L. Petitgas, L. Pickles, L. Popat, L. Porter of Fulwood, B. Porter of Spalding, L. Randall of Uxbridge, L. Reay, L. Redfern, B. Risby, L. Roborough, L. Rock, B. Sanderson of Welton, B. Sandhurst, L. Sater, B. Scott of Bybrook, B. Seccombe, B. Shackleton of Belgravia, B. Sharpe of Epsom, L. Shephard of Northwold, B. Sherbourne of Didsbury, L. Shinkwin, L. Smith of Hindhead, L. Stedman-Scott, B. Stewart of Dirleton, L. Stowell of Beeston, B. Strathcarron, L. Strathclyde, L. Sugg, B. Swinburne, B. Swire, L. Taylor of Holbeach, L. True, L. Udny-Lister, L. Vaizey of Didcot, L. Vere of Norbiton, B. Wei, L. Wharton of Yarm, L. Willetts, L. Williams of Trafford, B. Wolfson of Tredegar, L. Wyld, B. Young of Cookham, L. Younger of Leckie, V.

Non-affiliated (4 votes)

Chisholm of Owlpen, B. Faulks, L. Foster of Aghadrumsee, B. Fox of Buckley, B.

Democratic Unionist Party (3 votes)

Browne of Belmont, L. McCrea of Magherafelt and Cookstown, L. Morrow, L.

Crossbench (2 votes)

Brookeborough, V. Lytton, E.

Ulster Unionist Party (1 vote)

Empey, L.

[faithfulpuppy]

That moment in episode 3 when Anne looks at the camera and Ann asks what she's looking at I'm DYING

[thosewickedlovelies]

Coping Mechanisms  |  Dieter Bravo x afab!Reader

Rating: E for Explicit

Summary: Dieter Bravo finds you in an uncharacteristic state, but he’s an adaptable guy. It's a night you never anticipated for yourself.

Tags: Offscreen drug and alcohol use, and descriptions of being Affected (but not so drunk you’re incoherent). SMUT: semipublic sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that), there is a mirror 👀, Dieter has absorbed some of his dom/me’s teachings, uhh p*ssy slapping, ring kink.

Word count: 4,885

Note: whew so this is a little uh. dirtier/messier than my usual smut 😬😳 10/10 recommend writing dieter bravo smut as a coping mechanism 👍🏻

The effects of the ‘drug use’ are probably definitely not accurately depicted as I have never done a Drug, but that’s not really the point of this is it? 🤷🏻‍♀️😘

Masterlist

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You don’t know what you took. Only that you wanted to forget- wanted to be out of your own head. That you couldn’t stand to sit at home and wallow, drowning in the heavy, hollow sense of defeat yet again.

Not that you’re exactly swimming now, you suppose. But you’re…managing. Floating, if nothing else. Your head filled with cotton candy instead of the tolling of bells, each clang another blow to your self-esteem: worthless. useless. pointless.

You only know that the room is spinning. That the wall you’re leaning on is cool and still, offering a moment of reprieve from the sticky warmth and noise of the party. 

Your mouth is so dry.

You frown. It’s too dry, enough so that you can’t just ignore it, which is annoying.

Supporting yourself on the wall, you rotate yourself along your head and shoulder before pushing off. The bathroom is closer than the kitchen, and your cup is empty.

“Oof.” Your path is interrupted; you rebound off a cushy chest you hadn’t noticed come up from behind.

Dieter Bravo frowns at you.

No wonder the chest had been so soft. Dieter Bravo, the unlikely A-lister famous for his hedonistic penchants- the least mentioned but most relatable of which (in your opinion) included the comfiest clothes his considerable money could buy, which he then ‘wore in’ until they were falling apart. Proof of this theory is easy to come by- it’s currently visible in the tiny hole fraying along the stretched-out collar of tonight’s gray t-shirt.

Why is he wearing sunglasses inside and at night? Has he found a way to make those comfy too? The gleam of the party lights on the plastic frames is hypnotizing, pulsing red, purple, green…

Dieter tilts his head down, looking at you over the glasses, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

Had he asked you something? “...What?” 

Dieter snorts. “I said, are you on something?”

He leans in closer to examine your face, scrutinizing your eyes, your mouth.

You bend back, affronted- and fearful. Could he tell?

Would you get into trouble? There were always rumors of whether Bravo was clean or not, what his drug of choice was or had been while filming any given movie. Whether his presence in the cast made it easier to deal or buy on set. There had to be almost zero chance that Dieter Bravo would be the one to get you in trouble, but the mere idea…

Dread slithers oily and sick in your chest as the things you fought to escape return, battering at the chemical barrier around your thoughts.

“No, I’m just getting water.” You push off the wall with more effort, only swaying slightly as you swerve around him and navigate to the bathroom. Your brow furrows deeply in a scowl exaggerated by the effects of the alcohol you’d also consumed.

Dieter dogs your steps. “The kitchen is the other way,” he points out.

You open the door with an exasperated flourish. “There’s a faucet in here, too.”

“...Huh.” Dieter sounds vaguely impressed, like such a thing would have never occurred to him.

Water swirls away the brown dregs of Coke in your cup at a turn of said faucet. You roll your eyes, nettled at this man’s interruption of your vibe and the risk, however slim, he represented.

The door closes, and the sudden glare of lights from above the mirror makes you squint.

Well, the glare of one light- two of the three bulbs are out, which you’d find gratitude for once your eyes adjusted. 

“What are you doing?” 

Dieter is grimacing too, bringing a hand up to shade his eyes, and a smile prods at the corners of your mouth.

You’re on reasonably friendly terms with Dieter thanks to your position on the film crew- one of the grip team. He knows your face if not your name, winking at you the same way he flirts with so many cast and crew members everywhere he goes. You’ve been warned of the infamous question he asks- and how little emotional investment usually lies behind it.

Which would be fine with you, frankly. You don’t understand how so many people claim to have been left broken-hearted by the philandering Dieter Bravo when it’s equally proclaimed that ‘everyone knows’ being propositioned by him never leads to anything deeper.

The man in question shoves his hands in the pockets of his knit cardigan, which rides the line between ‘well-worn’ and ‘dumpy’. He leans his head back against the door, brown hair bristling against white paint, and regards you.

“You’ve never done drugs before.”

The water you’ve half-emptied your cup of roils in your stomach, leaden and nauseous.

“Not here, anyway. At a work party,” Dieter allows. He tilts his head, those unexpectedly observant eyes clinging to you from behind tinted lenses.

It’s not a ‘work party’, strictly- just a crew get-together, letting off steam- but you know what he means.

“What happened?”

The red plastic cup creaks in the clutch of your hands.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You avert your gaze from him, from your reflections in the mirror.

“But you wanna do drugs about it.” His eyes have gone half-lidded, yet they remain on you, watching, watching.

What the hell does he care? “What’s it to you?” you demand.

“Well, if you must know…” Dieter saunters toward you- as much as one can saunter in a space three strides long- and extricates the cup from your hands. He drains the last of the water from it, and you stare at the stretch of his throat, open-mouthed, until he sets it down.

“If you must know,” he says, with a smile that has some awareness sitting up straight inside you, “I was going to ask you a question tonight.”

He drags a knuckle lightly along the length of your jaw, one of his rings leaving a cool trail in its wake. “But if you’re in some kind of..fragile state…maybe I shouldn’t.” Despite his words, Dieter continues easing closer, dipping his chin so his nose brushes your temple, your cheek.

Your eyes must be as wide as your mouth by now. His smell fills your head- a whiff of marijuana from smoke sessions past, the musk of sweat from a day of filming, a stronger layer of something pleasant but artificial. A swipe of deodorant in lieu of a shower, maybe. His presence beckons, looming large and warm, all that softness offering a better kind of oblivion.

“I…” Your hands hover helplessly by his sides, not yet caught up.

“You..?” Dieter raises his sunglasses enough to catch your eye unfiltered, one eyebrow lifting.

“You should,” you whisper.

He grins, and a flash of that old movie star charm appears for just a second.

His sunglasses clatter carelessly to the counter. His fingertips skate up your arms and oh, does that feel nice, like tingling, sugary cloud filling your body again.

Dieter’s hands come to rest on your shoulders. He begins with your name- oh, he does know it- and with effort, you focus.

One corner of his mouth remains curled higher than the other, a trace of amusement at the dramatic redundancy of what he’s about to ask. Dieter looks you in the eye. 

“...do you want to have sex with me?”

–

You don’t know how long the two of you have been here.

Here: locked in what you hope isn’t the only bathroom at this party, pressed against the tiled wall, bodies steadily entangling in a slow rhythm that matches the exploratory pace of your kiss. 

Dieter crowds into you hungrily, using his whole body to seduce you, as if you hadn’t already answered yes. His teeth nip your lip, your jaw, his tongue sweeping along in the aftermath, the difference like fireworks to the soothing black of night. He moans at the taste of you, the feel of your body writhing in response to his; soft, helpless sounds spill from him so unabashedly that it makes you wonder who needs this more.

Sobriety isn’t fully in your grasp; it comes and goes, a little bit like you’re underwater but don’t know it until you come up each time. Your embrace would likely be considered sloppy to someone with more sense available, but Dieter doesn’t seem to mind, and it feels so good.

You moan freely, loudly, as his tongue laves your pulse point. He slips his hands beneath your shirt, kneading at your skin with his warm, wide hands, and you swear your vision goes white. Your nerves are all singing and crashing into each other, and your knees wobble.

Dieter catches you. He carefully withdraws from the kiss, and your lips chase his, dazed. Your breathing is heavy in a way that you’d probably be embarrassed about if you thought Dieter was in a position to judge.

His brown eyes glitter in the light of the dim orange bulb. They sweep from your own glassy eyes to your kiss-smudged mouth, to where your hands clutch fistfuls of his shirt in attempt to keep him close.

When he speaks, you flinch. You don’t know why; maybe you weren’t expecting him to be able to formulate his thoughts into sentences, or enunciate them in a way that seems to echo in the enclosed space.

“What do you need?” Dieter asks. He says it like an offering; he’s still close enough that his voice slides down your spine like a bead of sweat.

What do you need? 

It’s such a different question to the one he asked earlier- what happened?- and so much better. It doesn’t matter what happened; what matters is what he can do about it.

Still…

“To forget.” Your eyes drift shut against the beginnings of shame clogging your throat. Dieter can do what he wants. You wait- for him to do something to you, or tell you what to do, or leave- 

A light nudge beneath your chin. A request; a plea. You open your eyes, and Dieter is still there, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His gaze is steady. 

The silence pulses like a heartbeat. A strange connection between you that you weren’t expecting, but that you grasp at like a lifeline nevertheless. You can almost read the words scrawled across his pupils. I understand.

He leans in, and you think he’s going to kiss you again. Instead, his lips brush your ear. “I want to remember this next part, though.”

His fingers and lips crawl down your body until he’s kneeling, his nose at the seam in the crotch of your jeans. 

“Can I?” Dieter looks up, a smirk toying with his lips. The signet ring on his right hand glints compared to the snap of your jeans, a disk of gold flashing beside copper-black tarnish.

Gaping, you nod. 

Dieter Bravo getting a grip on grip team! The tabloid headline, a variation on the many you’ve seen dedicated to Dieter’s exploits, ripples like a bright yellow banner in your mind’s eye. Your friends would never believe it.

Your hands instinctively go to help his, but Dieter bats them away. He seems to enjoy this task, parting your zipper tooth by tooth and pressing his nose to the triangle of fabric revealed beneath, your chest heaving all the while.

Your jeans pool around your ankles, but Dieter makes no move to free them. Instead he digs his fingers into your thighs- his long, thick, fingers- and drags his lips up the sensitive inner flesh. Futilely, you attempt to bury your fingers in the featureless tiles of the wall holding you up. What is he waiting for?

Your muscles judder with tension, flickering and snapping like electricity in overloaded wires.

Dieter, attuned to the body under his palms, looks up from where his tongue was tracing the curve of elastic along your hip.

“It’s the anticipation,” he explains, conversationally, although his eyes gleam. “It makes it all better. Fills your head so it’s all you can think about.”

His fingertips grasp the waistband of your underwear, but roll it down only far enough to run his tongue along the imprint it left in your skin. Your rapid breathing turns into a high-pitched sound.

“...Until all you want to do is beg for relief.”

Dieter’s voice, impossibly, lowers to an even deeper rasp. You’d wonder where he learned this, but you can’t, because the only thing in your head is the hot, wet line of his tongue, drawing shapes on the tiny bits of skin he exposes at a time.

You moan your agreement, and Dieter seems to understand. 

He tugs down your underwear in one smooth motion until his hands ring your ankles. The sensation makes you instinctively widen your stance, allowing Dieter, rubbing his face against your calf like a fucking cat, to run his cheek up and along the inside of your leg until you have to lift it over his shoulder with an unbalanced squeak.

“Dieter! Please,” you huff.

Chuckling, he splays one wide palm against the hip not lifted on his shoulder, keeping you upright with surprising strength. “There’s the begging,” he purrs.

You almost fall again as he backs out from under your legs, wondering indignantly where the hell he’s going. Fuck, you’re not steady enough for standing-up foreplay- but as Dieter gets to his feet again, you find yourself very interested in trying if it would mean you get to play with the thick, rigid length swaying prominently beneath his thin pants.

He snags your hands before they can reach him, however, and uses them to guide you into a seat on the counter. 

Oh, this you can handle. You keep ahold of him with one hand while the other darts to the back of his head, into his hair, to pull him close again. The strands are soft despite a residual coating of product, the perfect length to fist and tug. 

Dieter’s eyes widen slightly as you direct his head, but he seems to relax again when all you do is guide his mouth back to yours. His hands settle on your bare hips- and hold you in place as he slots himself between them.

Your back arches at the feel of him. That rigid length, rock hard and burning hot, deposited directly between the lips of your cunt- which, you realize, as the pressure increases, is wet. Your cheeks flare with heat. It smears and soaks into the flimsy fabric of Dieter’s pants as he rubs himself against you. 

Dieter withdraws to suck in air. He looks down, and his mouth opens as he catches sight of the dark patch on his pants. “Fuck,” he croaks eagerly.

He drops to his knees so fast you’re surprised he doesn’t bang himself on something. But then he’s easing up one of your feet to rest on the counter, utterly splaying you for him, and arousal erupts between your thighs, thoroughly sweeping away any other concerns.

Your bare sex seems to hypnotize him- a specimen pinned open and on display. “Hold on to the counter, okay?” Dieter doesn’t say anything more, doesn’t even glance at you, before he’s eating your cunt like it’s his new favorite snack.

A strangled keen bursts from you, cut off almost before it starts, but your lip soon stings where you bite it to keep the sounds in. God, if you had known Dieter could use his mouth like this- all slithering tongue and sucking at your clit amid sounds of relish- you would have propositioned him first. He shoves his tongue into where you ache and you nearly leap off the vanity.

Dieter chuckles. “I said hold on, sweetheart. Is this what you need?” His tongue teases your entrance again. 

Your grip on the counter is almost cutting off circulation to your fingers. “I am holding on!”

Dieter’s right hand is splayed on your lower belly, his thumb poised above your clit. Your gaze skitters down, lingers where the gold ring on his index finger is a cool indent in your flesh.

He notices.

“Ohhhh.” That hand moves, fingertips fluttering a taunting dance down toward where his mouth just was. “I’ve seen that look before.”

Dieter takes one of the rings off his left hand and places it on the middle finger of his right. The thick silver band and large stone seem flagrant and crude next to the simplicity of the matte gold signet. Regardless, the sight of both of them on fingers so near to where you’re all but flayed open, raw and slick and throbbing, makes you swallow hard around the desire ballooning inside you.

He makes soothing sounds as he eases first one, then the second finger into you. “You’d be surprised at how many people are into these.”

Dieter reflexively tries to wiggle his fingers in demonstration, but the first two are, of course, buried inside you, so it doesn’t have the usual effect. He watches your arousal leak and glisten onto the metal bands decorating them, spreading like some kinky polish, then looks back up at you.

“Or maybe you wouldn’t be.” Dieter grins, a touch of smugness crooking its shape.

You’re too far gone to care. The rings at the base of his fingers add an increased pressure at your entrance, a cool, unyielding demand, and you’re already addicted to the sensation. Whines bubble from your throat as you cant your hips, trying for more. 

Dieter hums. “Oh right, sorry.” 

And then his mouth is on you again, wet and swirling over your clit, and his fingers move, the hard metal bands a continuous threat- one slippery stretch away from fitting inside you. If Dieter is bothered by licking his own rings, he doesn’t show it, only spears his tongue where you moan the loudest. And you do moan- nobody has knocked on the door yet, so you give up on listening for intrusions and allow the banks to burst on the pleasure flooding from where Dieter laps at you.

Does drinking make it easier or harder for you to come? You can’t remember, but it’s probably harder. Your head is still in a sluggish spin, blurring all the wonderful sensations, but a cramp in your thigh is becoming hard to ignore. 

“Dieter,” you mumble. You risk moving one hand to nestle it in his hair and tug.

“Mmm?” The sound is lazy, hazy. Bliss clouds Dieter’s face as he cracks one eye open, his mouth and fingers slowing. 

“I want you.” You pull upward on his hair, gently, and lift him to standing again.

He carelessly wipes his sleeve across his mouth, clearing most of your mess. But you can still taste it when he kisses you, the unmistakable tang, can smell it when his still-damp fingers- and rings- come up to cradle your neck. 

Dieter kisses you, thorough and languid despite the needy half-sounds that catch in his throat and the way his other hand splays on your back to keep you arched into him.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” he murmurs. It would be easy- only a moment’s transition from your current position.

“Or do you want me to bend you over?”

The image bursts in your head: the one dingy bulb making an orange shimmer of the sweat on your bodies, bare and conjoined in an obscene tableau. Imagined sensation follows: the commanding clutch of Dieter’s huge hands on your hips as he fucking plows into you, losing yourself in the stretch of taking (what feels like) his sizeable cock. Maybe you’ll have to lift a leg on the counter to get him in all the way…

“Fuck.” Your voice is weak.

But there’s no question. “Bend me over.”

Dieter chuckles, a sound shaded with intrigue. “I like wherever your mind just went.”

When he helps you off the counter and turn around, you see what he means. Your eyes are still glazed over, your jaw slack, and heat floods your cheeks at your obvious desperation. 

But Dieter holds you flush against him, his fingers flexing against your skin, gazing with eyes huge and awestruck at your reflections. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans, mouthing at your shoulder over your shirt. His hands twitch upward beneath the hem. “Can I take this off? Wanna see you while we do it.” He’s rutting his hips against you like an animal, helplessly.

He’s no better off than you. Your insecurity vanishes. “Fuck yeah, if you do too. Wanna feel your skin.”

Your words are an eager jumble as you clumsily spin to help him. Fabric pulls and drops. Dieter’s loose pants slide right off his hips, and you were right about his size; you actually lick your lips at the sight of him. His dick is flushed ruddy and readily (flatteringly) spurts precum when you grasp it. You weren’t the only one to leave a damp patch on his pants, it seems.

“Mmnnn, turn around again, please.” It’s Dieter begging you now, but not a cell of you is asserting itself at the moment, and you obey his plea-command without thought. 

Under the orange bulb of the mirror your bodies gleam, just as you’d imagined. Dieter devours the sight of you, his eyes still wide. 

“Fuuck, yeah.” He palms your tits, experimentally tweaking your nipples and grinning at the way you squirm and whimper. You can't decide if sober-you would want to slap him (for grinning) or you (for being so damn susceptible) more. It seems like Dieter is regaining some of his discipline, but in the next moment his cock nestles against your ass; he spasms, and in the next second it’s between your legs.

Eyes a little wild, Dieter watches the head of his cock appear between your thighs in the mirror, coated and gleaming with your slick, and his mouth hangs open.

Fuck. You’re never going to be able to see his shocked face on a screen again without thinking of this moment- without feeling the silken skin and stiff, fever-hot length of his cock insinuating itself in the mess he made of you.

Your breath coming short, you lean forward, bracing your hands on the counter. “Dieter,” you manage. You won’t even be able to say his name on set anymore without thinking of all the different tones in which you’ve stuttered it tonight.

Your shift in position changes the angle at which his cock catches on your entrance, and Dieter’s head snapped down, riveted to the sight. At the sound of his name (in such a gorgeously consumed tone), he looks up.

“Oh shit, yeah.” He adjusts his grip, working the head of his cock at the molten give of you- the place where you clutch at him so desperately.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

“Please.”

With no further ceremony Dieter sinks into you, and the pressure is divine. You literally feel your walls stretch to accommodate him, and a throaty moan rips from you as you give yourself completely to sensation. 

Your eyes close. At first there’s only him- only Dieter and the sweet ache of his cock, his guttural sounds and hot breath in your ear. Only his hands, big and careful as he holds you in place, as he eases himself closer to you, to the incredible feeling.

A few short, tentative thrusts, that despite their slowness make your brow crumple and your mouth open. Dieter whines, a barely-there sound strained from him.

Your head drops back and Dieter gently turns it toward him, lips seeking yours. It’s a tender kiss until he starts to move in earnest, thrusting deep and sharp, and then it’s simply a direct line of filth from your brain to his mouth as you spill pleas and curses and vulnerable little whimpers that you think you’d have rather died than let any other partner hear.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

You obey, turning your head to meet his gaze in the mirror. Dieter’s brown hair is tufted and mussed beyond its normal craftedness, but it only adds to the stunning vision he makes, with his arms and shoulders unexpectedly defined and his eyes full of fire as he works.

“Mm, there you are, so fucking pretty. You look so good like this, feel so good like this. You okay?”

His question almost blends in with the rest of his vocalized stream of consciousness. Are you okay? Pleasure rocks you in unceasing waves, jolting up your spine with every hungry kiss of his mouth on your neck, at every strike of his hips. His cock is shoving into something incredible, and if you were in your right physical state you probably would have fallen apart by now- but as it is, elbows buckling while you hold yourself up, all you can do is take it. Accept whatever Dieter gives you, this blissful, drawn-out torture of hanging on the edge.

Dieter reads this in the pained furrow of your brow in the mirror. He noses your ear. “I’m not gonna leave without making you come, sweets. You need something more?”

His fingers itch toward your mound. The same ones that he had obligingly beringed and fingered you with earlier now hover over your clit, waiting, along with his cocked eyebrow, for your response. 

Dieter banks the pace, though not the depth, of his thrusts. 

“Trust me,” he husks.

Scratch whatever you said earlier, you’re not telling this story to anyone.

You nod.

His hand comes down. Dieter slaps your clit, and although it isn’t painful you gasp at the sensation, bright and electric, sizzling through you in a way you could never anticipate. Shocked, your legs jerking, you try to close your thighs but you can’t, because Dieter is holding you in place and the cabinet is in the way of your knee-

He slaps your cunt again. Your head drops, air punching from your chest on a strangled sound. All your lower muscles tighten.

“Mm, I felt that,” Dieter grits. “One more?”

Your breathing comes short and fast, everything in you winding up tight. One more? You can feel the end rising in you, thick in your throat- it tastes like him.

It’s less a word than a sound, but the confirmation is there: “Yes.”

Dieter strikes your clit a last time; and like a bolt of lightning to a house of cards, you collapse. He moans as you come, hips ratcheting again at a furious pace, stroking something inside you that bursts to life with your climax.

It’s not as earth-shattering as some you’ve had. But damn, does it do the job, searing your mind clean of everything but the euphoria tingling through every limb. Dieter comes at exactly the right moment, shoving his hips into yours and wringing a last, delicious shudder from somewhere deep within you. His arms enwrap your whole body, one around your hips and the other up between your breasts- as much to hold you to him as to hold you up, period.

Dieter is still panting in your ear, making these unfairly sexy little sounds as he clings to the last flutters of pleasure. His incongruous strength plus those noises are almost enough to wind you up again- maybe if it weren’t for the film of sweat on your skin and the sudden exhaustion that's demanding a prompt collapse into bed.

With a flutter of his fanlike eyelashes, Dieter returns to himself. The dopey- crooked- charming grin that turns his mouth is the most recognizable expression you’ve seen on his face tonight.

He burrows a sigh into your neck. “Good?” he murmurs.

His breath tickles; it pulls a drunken giggle from you. “Good,” you confirm.

“Good.” He appears covertly satisfied, but not in the suddenly distant or obnoxiously masculine way you've experienced from the occasional man previously. It’s strange, but you don’t get a chance to comment before he’s easing out of you and hunting for clothes, rambling sheepish assurances of birth control and STI testing as he goes.

It’s touching, and pulls your head back toward the real world in a way that makes you want to cry- in a pleasant, cathartic way, as if at the end of a feel-good movie.

Dieter stops you before you can reach for the door. Curiosity rises on your lips- but then he’s kissing it away at the same unhurried pace with which he began; so gently and yet so impossibly thoroughly that you’re stunned, unable to pull enough air into your lungs.

You’re lightheaded by the time he pulls back. A bit of that post-orgasmic peace returned, to cushion your spirit for the way home.

Dieter’s smile softens when he sees your eyes round and questioning. He cups your cheek one last time; it’s unintentional, but the graze of his rings recalls a faint heat to your face.

“I know what it’s like to want to get out of your head,” he murmurs. “But I’m a healthier coping mechanism than drugs.”

The hole at the neck of his shirt looks bigger than it did before you yanked it off him. You fixate on this tiny detail, until another movement diverts your attention.

Dieter Bravo, his handsome features more sincere than you've ever seen them, holds out your phone. A contact profile under the same name glows on the screen. 

“Call me next time?”

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Post A/N: Yes i did google “film crew jobs” to come up with the funniest tabloid headline, and I did amuse myself 😂😌

Taglist: @thirstworldproblemss

[iredreamer]

random thoughts about Gentleman Jack 2x01

Marian sewing Anne’s button on her cuff was poetic cinema and this is why:

I love seeing people take care of clothes in period dramas, it’s historically accurate and makes the characters more human and real.

They used the visuals of mending and then cutting the thread as a metaphor for Anne’s relationship with Ann Walker and Mariana Lawton – I love love LOVE how we see Marian sewing the button on while she and Anne talk about Ann Walker, and then when they start talking about Mariana we see Marian finally cutting the thread, freeing Anne from staying still while she finished the work but also metaphorically freeing her from Mariana’s hold. Just fucking loved it. I feel like this scene is telling us what is gonna happen between these three women: Ann Walker is the one who’ll put the pieces back together when Anne breaks down later on in the series, while Mariana, well... bye bye M-

I loved all the shots of the rings – yes, give it to me, show me they’re married every chance we get, thank you very much I appreciate it a lot. Keep telling me their marriage is at the center of the show like that, love it, a dream come true. Also hands, you know?

“Don’t you ever tell my aunt anything about me, ever again!” – I don’t know if I have deep thoughts about this I just loved it in a completely irrational way. I love this side of Ann Walker. I love how we can see at different moments in the episode how she stands up for herself, how she contrasts Anne Lister if necessary, how she negotiates things and agrees to them only when she’s actually sure about them.

I am IN LOVE with Ann Walker’s caring touches – What can I say? Ann Walker has grown so much from last season and we can already see that in this first episode. The “It breaks my heart when you’re angry” she says to Anne was so moving – just think about Ann Walker last season: when she was upset she used to get it all out without really thinking about how it would make Anne feel (1x04 & 1x05) – in this first episode we still see a bit of that but she’s already become more thoughtful and considerate in the way she shares what she feels. I absolutely love how she can read right through Anne and immediately understand what she needs – she shows her warmth and love with caring touches and it is a beautiful love language we’re starting to see.

Ann Walker literally owns my entire life, she was probably my favorite thing of the whole episode. (also rings, again, love it)

Mariana looking into the camera pissed me off but it was genius – let’s be real for a sec, at first I didn’t like this one bit, like no-no, didn’t like it at all, I actually screamed at the end of the episode BUT but after a couple of rewatches I now believe it is almost a genius choice to have Mariana break the 4th wall here, and this is why. I already went through what breaking the 4th wall means in Gentleman Jack – we know why Anne does it and we know that other characters can do it (i.e. Marian) – now, Mariana Lawton looks at us at the end of the episode because she’s taking control of the narrative, it’s a power move – that look shows us that she’s ready to do all necessary to get Anne back and start trouble. It’s a challenging look. In her mind she is Anne Lister’s wife, she is her woman, she is the “co-protagonist” if you will – not Ann Walker – that’s why she’s looking at us. And for me it also shows us that Anne is not as much in control of the whole thing as she likes to think.

The Ann(e)s married dynamic sends me into the stratosphere – I love their new dynamic. I love the happiness on both their faces when they’re together and I love how they are already operating as a team – “First and foremost, we must respect ourselves, and each other, and what we want.” – I love how they communicate, how they talk about what needs to be done, why and how. My favourite bit was probably the calm conversation they had in Anne’s bedroom towards the end of the episode. It’s them against the world and they know it. 

Now on a more frivolous and light note...the fact that you could tell they wanted to jump each other bones in every scene is what I’m here for. I mean, we knew Ann Walker was thirsty af but good lord Miss Lister is hungry just as much – here look at Anne checking Ann Walker out and rolling her tongue while doing it.

Just wanna end this saying that I’m here for Anne realising she’s in love with Ann, oh yes!

[octaviasdread]

any girls! dark academia movie recs? i really struggle to find anything not about a group of boys (as much as I love them)

SO MANY!!! This is probably a far more detailed answer than you were expecting but this is a popular question and I want to keep a list for myself and others.

Feel free to add to it/give opinions. I've tried to give a tw for anything I can remember

Girls! Dark Academia Movies/TV Shows

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

1950s Women’s college

Art professor! Julia Roberts

She’s legit the female Mr Keating of the art & college world

Feminism vs. Tradition

Maggie Gyllenhall x Ginnifer Goodwin; their characters were more than friends. Fight me.

Does not end how you expect

Strike!/All I Wanna Do/The Hairy Bird (1998)

MY FAVOURITE!!!

Free on YouTube under one of its various names

Comedy

1960s all girls boarding school

Young Kirsten Dunst

Group of girls plot to sabotage a merger with a boys school less prestigious than their own

Secret attic clubhouse meetings of the D.A.R aka Daughters of the American Ravioli (eaten cold, ew)

girls get political & advocate for their rights using ANY elaborate and chaotic scheme

TW: eating disorder, vomiting & creepy male teacher but the girls plot against him too

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

based on a short book I read for uni by Muriel Spark

1930s girls school in Edinburgh

Scottish teacher! Maggie Smith, controversial with a focus on romantic ideals

Spoiler alert, the liberal teacher is actually a fascist

Her group of fave students has cult- vibes and it’s fascinating

Picnic at Hanging Rock

1970s movie or 2018 mini series

Never watched either but I plan to

Wild Child (2008)

00s romcom every UK teen girl loves

Emma Roberts as the spoiled rich American teenager sent to a strict English boarding school

Plots to get herself expelled but oh no she’s making friends with the girls who help her

And the headmistress has a hot son, and he’s nice??? Double oh no

ICONIC SCENES

Everything! Goes! Wrong!

omg she burns the school down

Feel good, comfort, nostalgia

St Trinians (2007)

English girls boarding school

The kids are all criminals, no joke

So are the teachers

CHAOTIC

gay awakening for british girls

Art heist pulled off by school girls

Government tries to shut them down but oh no, the education minister & the headmistress are ex-lovers

Colin Firth x Rupert Everett in drag

Superior cast: Jodie Whittaker, Gemma Arterton, Juno Temple, Stephen Fry, Colin Firth, etc...

embodies the phrase 'problematic fave'

St Trinians 2: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009)

Mystery, pirate ancestors, hidden treasure

omg Shakespeare was a woman

girls disguised as boys to infiltrate and rob the posh boys school

Villain! David Tennant in that ICONIC boat scene

Teen girls vs. ancient misogynist brotherhood

like the first film but MORE chaotic and BETTER!???

The Falling (2014)

1960s all girls school

best friends! but its unrequited love

Agoraphobic + distant mother aka mommy issues

Sudden death and the school suppresses/ignores the students grief, sparking mass hysteria & a fainting epidemic in the girls

Cast: Maisie Williams (GoT) & Florence Pugh (Little Women) & Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders)

TW: teen pregnancy, death, vomiting, underage s*x, sibling inc*st, past s*xual assault

READ THE PLOT SUMMARY FIRST

The Book Thief (2013)

Based on an amazing book by Markus Zusak

set in 1940s Nazi Germany

Daughter of a communist whose family were taken by the Nazis/died is fostered by an older couple who teach her to read & she paints a dictionary on the basement walls

Coming of age story about a compulsive book thief. No joke, this kid steals books from banned book burnings and breaks into the mayor's library through the window

Family hides the Jewish son of an old friend in their basement and he helps her to start writing about her experiences in the war

TW: death, bombings, WW2 anti-semitism

Mary Shelley (2017)

Overall good & roughly biographical

Pretty costumes and aesthetic

Modern feminist take on Mary Shelly in her own time period

So many INACCURACIES for the drama so don’t take it as truth

Percy Shelley slander and not all of it is justified

Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, and Maisie Williams

The Secret Garden (1993)

Based on a fave childhood book

1901 colonial India & Yorkshire, England

Orphaned, spoilt & neglected girl sent to live with her reclusive Uncle in the English countryside

Gothic elements, mysteries, secret doors/passages/locked gardens

local boy with a flock of animals, magic, kids chanting around a fire and all around immaculate vibes

Happy ending!!!

Hidden Figures (2016)

African-American women as mathematicians for NASA

1960s space project

Women balancing a career and family obligations

Deals with racial & gender discrimination

Loosely based on the lives of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan who worked for NASA as engineers & mathematicians

Anne of Green Gables (1985) & sequel (1987)

Adaptation L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

Canada (late 1890s/early 1900s)

Highly imaginative & bookworm orphan is adopted by a reclusive elderly brother and sister duo

Small town & school years comedic drama

Unrequited Enemies -> Friends -> lovers

Inspiring new woman teacher

Girls re-enact Tennyson’s poem and nearly drown for the aesthetic™

Dramatic poetry reading with INTENSE 👀eye contact👀

Writer! Anne & English teacher! Anne dealing with unruly girls school antics

Collette (2018)

biographical drama on french writer Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette

Victorian & Edwardian era France

More talented than her husband so she ghostwrites for him

Fight for creative ownership of her wildly successful novels

Affairs with a woman called Georgie and also with Missy, born female but masculine presenting

Cast: Keira Knightly, Dominic West, Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Enola Holmes (2020)

Netflix book adaptation

Younger sister of Sherlock Holmes

Victorian era! feminism/suffragettes

Mother-daughter focus

Mystery, adventure, secret codes, teens running away & escaping from (and eventually fighting) assassins

Cast: Helena Bonham Carter, Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, Fiona Shaw, Millie Bobby Brown

Ginger & Rosa (2012)

1960s England

best friends since literal birth navigating troubled teen years

poet & anti-nuclear activist! Ginger

off the rails but also catholic! Rosa

Shout out to Mark & Mark the gay godfathers we all want

family troubles 

TW: older man has an affair with a 17 yr old

Testament of Youth (2014)

based on WW1 memoir by Vera Brittain

young woman (writer & poetry lover) escapes traditional family & goes to study at Oxford University

abandons to become a war nurse

romance, tragedy and war trauma

Cast: Alicia Vikander, Kit Harrington (GoT), Taron Edgerton (Rocketman), Colin Morgan (Merlin)

Little Women (2019)

Writer! Jo & Artist! Amy

Mother/daughter focus and sister dynamics

the March sisters’ theatre club is *chefs kiss*

champagne problems edits of Jo x Laurie are a mood

Ambivalent ending perfectly captures Louisa May Alcott’s dilemma with the book the movie is based on

set in 1860s America

ALL STAR CAST and a Greta Gerwig masterpeice

Lady Bird (2017)

coming of age in early 2002/2003 Sacramento, California

all girls catholic school

writer! Christine aka Lady Bird wants to get outta town and start her life again at college 'in a city with culture'

Mother/daughter dynamics - so realistic!

I live for that Jesus car stunt & the nun's reaction

school theatre program

Cast: Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Beanie Feldstein

Another Greta Gerwig gem

Beguiled (2017)

Virginia, civil war era

Girls school with only five students and two teachers left

Find an injured Union army soldier & bring him inside

Women & teenagers want his attention (v. problematic) before uniting against him

(tbh you'll either love it, hate it, or watch once & forget it)

Sofia Coppola film so its very feminine gaze

TW: violence, death, underage

Legally Blonde (2001)

No questions will be taken

Elle Woods was the blue print

TV series:

House of Anubis (2011-2013)

I know it’s a kids/young teen show but I still unironically love it

ANCIENT EGYPT!!!!

Modern day with Victorian era links to treasure hunters & Egyptian research expeditions (stealing from tombs)

Chosen one plot lines, curses, kidnapping, mysteries, secret tunnels under the school, elixir of life

Teens have investigate & protect themselves cus oh no the TEACHERS are involved in some shady stuff

new American kid at British boarding school is the actual premise not just a fanfic au

Nostalgic, light-hearted, funny, and kinda cheesy but I will accept no criticism

The Alienist (2018 -now)

Mid 1890s, New York

Woman’s private detective agency (Season 2)

Serial killer mystery

Woman secretary turns detective and teams up with a criminal psychiatrist and a newspaper editor to solve crime

TW: violence, child pr*stit*tion

Cast: Dakota Fanning, Luke Evans, Daniel Bruhl

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

Woman chess prodigy

1950s & 1960s

TW: drug & alcohol abuse

Gentleman Jack (2019 - now)

Based on the diaries of Anne Lister

Victorian Yorkshire, England

Upper-class lesbians

Confident, suit wearing! Anne Lister x shy! Ann Walker

Business woman! Anne running the family mines

Cast: Suranne Jones (Doctor Foster) & Sophie Rundle (Peaky Blinders)

TW: violence

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

bubbly/ambitious single mom + intelligent daughter

bookworm! Rory Gilmore gets into a prestigious private school and then an Ivy League college

Small town drama is comedic gold

Fast dialogue packed with pop culture and literary references

Comforting & nostalgic

TEAM JESS

Anne with an E (2017-2019)

Loose adaptation of L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

they completely change the plot lines but it’s still very good content!

Orphan girl with trauma and a love of books/poetry is adopted by an elderly brother & sister duo, bringing light and fresh ideas to a rural community

Feminism, girls writing club, lgbtq safe spaces, girls eduction, black/indigenous representation

Miss Stacy as THAT inspiring teacher

Aunt Josephine’s lavish gay parties have my heart

TW: creepy male teacher tries to marry a student, racial discrimination, indigenous assimilation school

Victoria (2016-2019)

Adaption of Queen Victoria’s life

Victoria navigating her political, royal, and personal life

Albert’s involvement with The Great Exhibition, 1851 (on cultural + industrial innovations)

Alfred Paget x Edward Drummond is exquisite

Gorgeous costumes and aesthetics

TW: bury your gays trope

Derry Girls (2018-now)

1990s Northern Ireland during the troubles

Comedy, episodes 20-25 mins long

English boy sent to an all girls Catholic school with his cousin

✨Dead Poets Society parody episode ✨with a free-spirited female teacher

Sister Michael, the sarcastic nun who hates her job & reads the exorcist for giggles

Wee anxious lesbian! Clare Devlin (plus her friends wearing rainbow pins)

Badass with bad ideas! Michelle Mallon

Main Character! Erin Quinn

Lovable weirdo who would fight a polar bear! Orla McCool

Wee English fella & honorary Derry girl! James Maguire

Dickinson (2019-now)

Loose adaption of the poet Emily Dickinson’s life

Set in 19th century Massachusetts, US

Historical drama with modern dialogue & music that works SEAMLESSLY

gives a great understanding of Emily Dickinson’s poems

💕Vintage gays! Emily x Sue💕

Theatre club, writing, poetry, dressing as men to sneak into lectures, love letters, teen drama, feminism, and an underground abolitionist journal as a brief side plot in season 2

Wiz Khalifa plays death in a horse drawn carriage

TW: opium use

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017-2019)

Based on great childhood books

Bookworm! brother, Inventor! sister, and baby sister with sharp teeth

Mystery, secret organisations, orphaned siblings figuring things out & fending for themselves against the villain after their fortune

Adults either cartoon evil, comedically incompetent, or SPIES

Boarding school, library owner, scientific researcher, and theatre episodes

Ambiguous time period which is really fun to try and pin point

Killing Eve (2018-now)

Classic detective who has homoerotic tension with the assassin she is tracking down

British Detective! Eve Polastri figures out the notorious assassin MI5 are investigating is a woman, is fired & then put on a secret MI6 case with a small team

Assassin! Villanelle, a psychopath with a tragic past and a mastery of both accents & fashion

Woman MI6 boss! Carolyn Martens, head of Russian section

Travel Europe following Villanelle’s killings and escaping the assassins sent by Villanelle’s organisation

‘You’re supposed to be my enemy and moral opposite but omg you’re the only one smart enough to get me and why am I obsessed with you????'

🚨 GO IN FOR A KISS AND THEN STAB YOUR ENEMY 🚨

Cable Girls/Las chicas del cable (2017-2020)

Spanish drama set in 1920s Madrid

Four young women at a telecommunications company form a group of friends and help navigate the difficult situations they are all in

Secret identities, dangerous pasts, murder, crime, lgbtq couple & throuple, trans man character, feminism/suffragists

girls commit crimes for humanitarian reasons and cover! it! up!

UNDERRATED SHOW!!!!

Gorgeous costumes and set

Haven’t finished it yet and I’m catching up

TW: abuse, violence, death

Outlander (2014 - now)

haven’t watched yet but plan to

Woman time travels to Scotland, 1743

Rebel highlanders, pirates, British colonies, American revolutionary war

Time jumps between 18th & 20th century

[iiep-wop]

Y'ALL THE NEXT WALL-E AU CHAPTER IS DONE!!!

So you guys remember when I made that post saying I'd just upload the first thousand words of this chapter, I ended up getting a load of inspiration and then wrote the whole thing lol

Burnout is gone babyyy

Anyway more of this nonsense with these idiots <33

[red-wop]

Right but as I am writing the Wall E AU I keep finding plotholes in both the film and in my interpretation and god its driving me up the bend

Like- yk how all of earths population is living in space at that point? Thats alot of bloody ships and now I've gotta come up with an explanation for it because they dont properly explain it in the film but then I was doing some research on it and then I found out that in film canon there was a climate disaster which wiped out over half of the worlds population and thats why theres not as many ships,

BUT I CANT BLOODY WRITE THAT PLOTPOINT BECAUSE THE WALL E'S IN MY FIC ARE HUMAN SO THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN WIPED OUT TOO IF THERE WAS A CLIMATE DISASTER

godddd why've I decided to make this fic more complicated than it needs to be its literally Silly Red dwarf guys but Silly Wall E robots, I dont know why ive done this to myself wtf

Anyway I'm probably gonna try and ignore that plothole and let it sit in a corner while I continue to write lolll

[tteokdoroki]

⤷ 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 : WRITTEN CHAPTER

⤷ CHAPTER SUMMARY: with no help from your friends and worry for keigo building in the back of your mind, you race to the winged hero’s home, only to  end up with more than just a sick bird.

warning(s) for this chapter: please read ! this chapter contains heavy!smut, rated 18+, unprotected sex ( please wear protection ! ) mentions of rut, breeding kink, fingering ( female recieving ), spanking, male masturbation, overstimulation, light!praise kink. just smut i’m not even sorry.

author’s note(s): hello everyone! i bring you another written chapter, this one contains p u r e smut and isn’t essential to the plot, you can skip if that makes you comfortable !! nonetheless, please enjoy <3

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the air feels different.

you’d been to keigo’s apartment before, a nice little place up town where all the real pro heroes live. fancy condos and three story houses, with private gardens as far as the eye can see and celebrity a-listers walking their dogs up and down freshly cleaned streets.

something about the area makes you feel out of place, like you don’t belong, like you haven’t achieved enough— but you were never one to dwell on materialistic things.

sliding the spare key out from underneath his doormat, you roll your shoulders before pushing it into the lock. it clicks and you take a deep breath. something, is making the air feel different. you don’t know what it is but something doesn’t feel quite right. “keigo...?” you whisper into the darkness of his apartment, stepping in and closing the open door behind you. the lights are off and all the curtains closed but you can make out the outlines of emptied plastic water bottles and heaps of finished take out boxes and god it smells.

worry flushes our from your heart and pumps it’s way around your body in the form of blood, because, how long has keigo been sick? he’d been acting odd last week, maybe a little bird like? his honey sunrise eyes just a little darker, his pupils narrow like avian slits.

perhaps it had something to do with the puff of his wings when you walked together on patrol or his sudden affinity for chirping like a bird every time someone threatening passed you both.

maybe this was all connected to this ‘rut’ thing. google had been little help, especially since denki had teased you about your curiosity. there was little time to think about it now, not when your birdie was probably dying somewhere in the corner of his own penthouse. you kick aside a stack of pizza boxes, turning your nose away from the smell of stale crusts in favour of calling out keigo’s name again.

there’s a beat of wings that sounds from behind you, it has your heart rate spiking and eyes widening. “there you are baby bird...” you barely have time to register what’s going on when your back is slammed into a nearby wall, a slight tingle of pain runs up your spine but it’s not enough to make you cry nor is it enough to distract you from the towering figure above you. keigo looks different under the dim lighting, he no longer wears his pretty boy smile that shines so bright you could mistake him for the sun, his soft blonde hair is even more tousled than usual and his eyes darken as it drinks in every inch of your body. “i’ve been waiting for you,” he leans in, warm breath just tickling the shell of your ear. “could smell you all the way from the parking lot...fuck.”

keigo groans lowly, the very sound reverberating in your skull, causing you to grasp at his thin cotton shirt.

you flinch, it’s drenched with sweat and he’s boiling hot underneath but you can’t bring yourself to let go, it’s as if you need his physical presence to ground you. “you’re...shoto told me you were sick and, i had to see if you were okay... for myself.” you breathe, closing your eyes. he’s close, way too close, but the heat that radiates from his body is addicting and the blonde knows it. “you’re burning up!”

“a symptom of the rut baby, i take it you didn’t find much with your search hm?” keigo’s voice lowers as his teeth graze your earlobe, his hands are settled on your hips, thumb slipping just under the hem of your shirt to rub at your skin but he doesn’t make a move to go any further. you don’t deny his words, your quick google unsuccessful due to denki’s disruption... so you’re curious, what does he mean? you shake your head ‘yes’ in agreement, which makes your lover chuckle darkly. “a rut, little dove, is my innermost and primal urge, to mate.”

you blink once. “mate?”

“to mate,” keigo nods, lips drawing into a knowing smirk as he presses his body closer to yours. it’s almost as if someone has taken a vacuum and sucked all of the air out of the room, the bird like man’s scent becoming your oxygen— intoxicating and fuzzying your mind. “to breed, to fuck.” the last of his words send your head spinning, the fire of desire beginning to burn at your insides. you know now why shoto and the others kept you away, with keigo like this, in his most primal form... there’s no telling what he’ll do.

what he’ll do... to you.

keigo watches the clogs turn in your head with the way eyes light up, and smiles. a feral, primal smile while want and need swirl in his golden eyes. arousal pools in your underwear at the idea of being with the man you love in such away. unfiltered, raw and pure and keigo knows it. “i want...i want to help you...” you admit, biting down on your lower lip. your voice is quiet, but you can feel your lover tremble underneath your touch.

maybe it’s your scent, maybe it’s because he knows you’re aroused or simply because of your words. it could be all three, but you don’t care. you just want him.

“say you need me,” keigo responds simply, lips dancing across your jawline to hover over your lips, “say you need me ‘cause i’ll stop if you’re not ready...” he finally cups your face with his freehand— a contrast to the feral aura he exudes, tilting your head up to face him. you’re inches away from a kiss, seconds from succumbing to your own desires.

“i need you kei, i always do.”

your words alone are enough to drive you both into a passionate kiss, sparks crackle in the air as your lips meet. the kiss is tender at first, as if keigo is testing the waters— small sucks of your lower lip, tiny nips here and there which send shivers of pleasure up and down your body.

he swallows each of your whimpers, hungry to pull more of those sounds from you as he kisses your rougher, harsher, until your teeth and tongue begin to clash. his knee slips between your thighs, pressing against the heat of your panties ( which are now soaked ) through your jeans. your hands slide from his shirt to his hair, pulling on his sun kissed locks while keigo pushes your hips back and forth against his meaty thigh.

“oh, look at you baby bird,” the blonde whispers, gaze focused on the way you grind against him desperately. “if i didn’t know any better i might think you’re the one in heat. so cute, the way you move for me. fuck, been thinking about you all day— do you know how many times i’ve cum for you already?” you whine instead of forming a response, burying your head in keigo’s neck. his knee bumps your clit, causing you to choke on a quiet moan. “so needy, i just wanna take you right here and now.”

he doesn’t, instead, your naughty bird picks you up, stumbling around piles of mess and finished snacks, and somehow, through the darkness, he makes it to his bedroom— somewhere you’ve never been before and tosses you onto his comforter.

you bounce at least once against his bed, with keigo crawling over you and caging you in not long after. “please,” you mumble as his thick fingers find the button of your jeans, pulling them off and throwing them somewhere into the room, followed by your shirt and bra. “kei, i want you.”

you’re breathless as he moves above you, his cheeks are flushed and his honey glazed skin gleams with perspiration. the sight alone is enough to send your eyes rolling back in your head. keigo targets your panties next, shuffling down your body while pressing kisses between your breast and down your navel.

pressing a thumb to you clothed clit, keigo watches in awe as your hips jump up from the sensitivity of going untouched— he even goes as far to follow your moan with a beat of his crimson wings and a guttural moan of his own.

bare digits ( you note that he’s forgone his signature black leather gloves ) slip past the waistband of your underwear and touch at your slick heat, pushing past your entrance— making you gasp aloud. “so wet little dove, i can feel you clamping down on my fucking fingers, sucking me in like that…” your cunt gushes at his words, making keigo hum in satisfaction, slowly thrusting his fingers into your tight heat.

you whine, you plead as he curls two digits inside of you, rough pads caressing your iron hot walls. you spasm amongst his feathered sheets, unintelligible cries of his name tumbling from between your bitten and swollen lips. each noise ( or song to keigo ) that leaves you mingles with the lewd squelching from your heat, but it still isn’t enough. you need more, you long to feel him.

tugging at his hair, you yank your lover up to your lips, swiping your heated tongue against his bottom lip and kissing him until either of your lungs burn for air. keigo’s fingers never stop pumping inside of you, curling enough to press down on that spongy spot that has your thighs closing around his arm and your hole spasming from pleasure. “k-kei, keigo, please i want, need’ta…” you mumble, the knot in your stomach that’s been tightening starts to unravel and both of you can feel it.

“wanna cum pretty bird? are you close?” he pulls his fingers from your heat, eyes locking with yours as he slides them into his mouth to lick them clean. “not until you cum on my cock, y’got that?” you whine at the loss, feeling empty wile you crave to be full, but have little time to focus as the man above you rolls you onto your stomach, exposing your burning core to the cool air of his bedroom ( your panties had somehow been lost along the way ).

he lands a light spank to your ass, soothing the stinging flesh before working on shedding his own garments and throwing them into the pile of clothes on the floor. drool pools in your mouth at the sound of keigo spreading his precum across his cock, jerking himself off in preparation to take you. you grip the sheets, wiggling your hips in anticipation as keigo spreads your cheeks apart, slowing pressing his length into you— inch by inch.

“f-fuck, you’re so tight babybird,” he chirps, bottoming out inside your dripping core and making you moan. “gonna sing me a song, baby?”

you nod, earning yourself a spank to your ass. keigo growls, the sound rumbling in deep within his chest. words, use them. he grumbles, setting the slow pace for his thrusts— throwing his head back as your pussy flutters around his weighty cock. “yes, wanna sing for you kei…wanna make you feel good,” you gurgle, brain short circuiting from the burning stretch of his iron hot cock inside of you. the head of his length catches on every ridge of your sopping heat, your hole leaking from pure desire just for him. just for keigo takami.

takami has a bruising grip on your hips, you’re sure he’ll apologise for that later but the pain pushes you closer and closer to the edge as he brings you back onto his cock to meet his thrusts. you squeal at the burst of roughness; the sounds of keigo’s balls slapping against your ass only heightening your arousal— wings beat frantically behind you and you look over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his ruby wings fluttering in all their glory.

you’re both close, nearing your highs and you can tell by the way keigo angles his thrusts to hit that spot that makes your body flare up with heat and your eyes roll back in bliss. your moans tangle together, creating a symphony that keigo could listen to forever.

“together, lets cum, together…” keigo whines almost desperatley, his thrusts growing sloppy. everything is messy, mixes of your arousals dripping down your thighs and onto white sheets. black spots paint your vision as the blonde presses his chest to your back, his laboured breaths in your ear are enough to tip you over the edge, combined with the feeling of his thick girth, plunging into your soaking hole.

stars dance around the room and you cum with an needy cry, painting both of you with the sweet nectar of your release. keigo follows suit, humping away until spurts of white paint your insides with his seed.he rides out both of your highs, grinding against you — keeping you plugged full of his cum, satisfying his primal need to breed his mate.

the electricity in the air from earlier eases into a quiet hum, whilst a wash of tiredness settles in your bones. a small whimper leaves your lips as your lover rolls you over, he doesn’t pull out— still seemingly hard while he leans over you, linking your fingers and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “thank you,” he mumbles sweetly, pressing his chest to yours.

“anything for you,” you whisper back, eyes locking with the man above you. the symptoms of his rut seem to have lessened and while you can still spot the lust that dances in the golden flecks of his eyes, yet the domineering emotion in his eyes appears to be love.

warmth bursts in your chest, because the man you care for so deeply, is staring down at you with love, pure and true. the mood in the room changes, falling into a softer tempo as keigo slots his hips against yours again— his cock never leaves you, not even when he hisses with sensitivity.

you doubt that the pair of you will last very long. breathless moans fill the air, leaving tingles on your skin as you lift your hips to meet keigo’s slow thrusts. your lips graze one another’s, barely meeting in gentle kisses and small praises whispered to one another.

moving to your neck, the blonde  presses light kisses across the sensitive skin, sucking marks there to let the world know that you are his and his only. your hands brush lovingly at his hair, ruffle through his feathers and tentatively touch at his sweet lips.

your senses come alive, as one of  kei’s drop between the closeness of your bodies to rub circles into your clit, the amount of love and pleasure mingling on either of your lips, shared between your breaths and moans has you at the gates of heaven. “you’re so good for me yn,” keigo manages to speak, each word punctuated by a moan or a thrust. it’s the first time he’s said your name since you’ve stepped through the door, and you can’t help the tears that prick in your eyes. “so, so good for me, my perfect baby girl, my pretty girl…so good.” his praise continues the closer you get to your highs.

he kisses away any tears that slip down the apples of your cheeks, moving to press softer ones against your lips while he swallows your whimpers. “keigo, wanna cum with you again, please…”

“anything for you,” he repeats your words from earlier, filling you with adoration as his hips pick up the pace, driving you both closer to the edge. “i, baby…i—“ you can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he moves. he loves you, keigo takami loves you and the words are on the tip of his tongue but they get caught in his throat; barely making it out as he pushes his face into your neck with stuttering hips while he cums for the second time, the mixes of your previous arousals leaking out of your filled hole.

keigo doesn’t stop moving, grinding his hips into yours and using his digits to circle at your clit. he pulls you close as you shake through your final orgasm, pressing kisses into your hairline and whispering sweet nothings into your ears. the blonde collapses onto you, being careful not to crush you with the weight of his body and his wings.

he slowly pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss of being so full but you’re instantly back in his arms not long after— head on his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat slow.

you draw random shapes into his skin, listening to both of your breathing calm— you smile softly, knowing that keigo’s rut has subsided for now and all there is, is the warmth between you. “i’m sorry,” he says after sometime, still holding you as if you’re going to disappear.

“what for?”  you ask, lifting your head to catch his eye.

“i didn’t say it, i want to, believe me, i’m just not ready yet. i just hope you know how much i...really like you.” you instantly know what he’s talking about and burst into a small grin. you could never doubt his love for you, even if he hadn’t said those three words.

keigo looks taken aback, confused at most and all you can do is lean up and press a warm kiss to his sweaty cheek, watching as they become stained with a vibrant red that could almost compete with his wings that are now tucked away beneath him.

he pouts and your smile widens. “i really like you too kei, there’s no pressure here. just me and you.” your words seem to do the trick because the blonde breaks out into his signature melodious chuckle that has your heart soaring and peppers your face with kisses. you rest together some more before keigo carries you to the bathroom ( you tried to stand but your legs were too wobbly ), cleaning you up gently and tenderly, kissing every part of you to prove his unspoken love for you.

you head to the kitchen for some water afterwards, keigo taking a quick shower before his next hot flush. he’d allowed you to take a spare change of clothes to make yourself comfortable so you opted for one of his large shirts and a pair of boxers.

sipping at the cool liquid, you already feel refreshed and you’re just about to make your way back to the bedroom when a knock sounds at the door. “i’ll get it!” you yell back into the apartment, heading towards the door to open it up. you’re met with a pair of bicoloured eyes, accompanied by a set of emerald green ones and jump back in shock. fuck.

“yn?” izuku gasps, peering at you with furrowed brows. you shrink under the couple’s gaze, suddenly remembering the fact that shoto had mentioned he would drop by after his date with your best friend. the tips of your ears heat up as you notice the look of disbelief that paints todoroki’s face, the clogs turning in his brain at the sight of your ruffled state and change of clothes.

“oh todo, you came!” keigo beams, arm wrapping around your waist as he comes to greet the others at the door. he spots a plastic bag in the bicoloured haired male’s grip and easily pries it from between the othe’s fingers. snacks it appears. “i owe you one.”

todoroki shakes his head as if to set himself free from his living nightmare and slips his hand into midoriya’s to speed up his great escape. “yeah, no, we’ll be seeing you now!” he chirps, scurrying away with your best friend in tow.

“bye izu! i love you!” you call out with an amused chuckle, waving off your green haired friend.

“later yn, love you more!”

kiego kicks the door shut as he leaves your embrace to set the food down on the kitchen counter, ravaging through it to see what the younger todoroki had brought. you stand dazed, watching your pretty bird as he opens up a box of wings and starts devouring them one by one— you guess that the rut makes him pretty hungry, especially with the stamina keigo has.

the blonde pauses, avian eyes darting across the room until they settle on you. “want one?” he asks in such a small voice you almost coo at him like he’s a child. you shake your head yes, taking a seat on the work top next to him and let him feed you little pieces here and there.

a comfortable silence settles between you both as keigo snacks on other things your friends had brought him, offering you some from time to time and making sure you stay hydrated. “i’m never going to live that down,” you say, pouting around the straw that punctures the juice box keigo had given to you. “shoto looked scared, and izuku was confused, no doubt he’ll tell denki and the others!”

hawks finds your whines adorable, he shows you that by the way he reaches up from leaning over the counter to pinch your cheeks. “what’s so bad about that baby bird? ashamed to be seen with me?”

you know he’s only teasing you, but that doesn’t stop you from huffing in fake annoyance and using your now empty juice box to bonk him on the head.

“i’m never going to hear the end of this, they’re going to tease me forever...”

keigo stands up to his full height this time, grabbing your wrist gently before you can move to bonk him again— he leans in, pupils narrowed into diamond like slits and you can feel the shift in the air once more.

his warm breath fans over your bottom lip, making you tilt your head up upon reflex, desperate for a kiss. “well i guess i’ll have to be the only one to tease you, little dove.” the blonde announces, pressing his lips to yours— signifying the beginning of a long night.

you go several rounds after that, all over his apartment as if keigo is trying to christen the place. between each one, he tells you a little more about his rut and how long it lasts ( a week at most but he’d suffered the most part alone without wanting to bother you ), he feeds you and keeps you hydrated— let’s you nap in his arms or his bed while he takes care of some of the rut himself.

by the end of the night you’re completely tuckered out, tangled in his sheets with your bare skin pressed against one another. his warmth helps lull you to sleep, but keigo stays wide awake knowing he’ll probably be restless throughout the night.

the blonde can’t help but smile at how peaceful you look, under the silver moonlight that slips through his shitty curtains, you’re perfect to him— everything he’ll ever need wrapped up in one person. he loves you. he knows he does. keigo takami never really had a chance at love; he never believed that he deserved it either— he’d done some regrettable things in his life, hurt some people he’d never wanted to but you, you were different.

he’d never hurt you, keigo would love you, treasure you, give you everything you wanted and more. he made that promise to himself.

the bird like man strokes a single thumb across your cheek, watching eagerly for the regular rise and fall of your chest. you’re breathing. he leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek— whispering words for only him to hear. “i’m in love you, yn ln,” he says, nosing the spot he had kissed, tracing the outline of your lips. “and one day, i’ll be brave enough to say it out loud.”

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1836 Oct[obe]r Sat[urday] 29

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No kiss H[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d at 9 for 1/2 h[ou]r then Mosey ab[ou]t a new cart and tak[in]g 2 of my old carts - told

Mr. H- [Husband] to settle ab[ou]t it - (Mr. Husb[an]d ca[me] ab[ou]t Ja[me]s Nelsons’ hav[in]g h[a]d a 2[n]d summons

for leav[in]g st[one] for water Lane mill chim[ne]y in the r[oa]d – p[ai]d 20/. fine last Sat[urday] - Mr. H- [Husband] want[e]d A- [Ann] to

pay for h[i]m this ti[me]) – F[ahrenheit] 40° at 9 1/2 and the sun shin[in]g - the gr[ou]nd cov[ere]d w[i]th snow

last night on our gett[in]g int[o] bed and cov[ere]d thick[l]y this morn[in]g - 1st snow s[in]ce last wint[e]r –

out a few min[ute]s - no workmen here b[u]t Ingh[a]m who took the slate off the old brewh[ou]se – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 5/.. to 10 40/.. A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch whi[le] I br[eak]f[a]st[e]d – af[te]r br[eak]f[a]st a long whi[le] in the hall

mus[in]g and consid[erin]g ab[ou]t the roof, and how to do it etc and mak[in]g out in my own mind the orig[ina]l plan

of the h[ou]se - then a few min[ute]s in the barn - Booth (David) h[a]d call[e]d en passant - no mason

here exc[ept] Amos at the Lodge prepar[in]g the rabbit[in]g for hang[in]g the out-door - In the barn when

Mr. Wilkins[o]n ca[me] ab[ou]t 11 50/.. as surrogate to prove my a[un]t’s will – expl[aine]d - swore her

personalty und[e]r £20 – p[ai]d Mr. W- [Wilkinson] (who st[ai]d ab[ou]t 20 min[ute]s) £1.15.0 his charge + 4/2

ov[e]r = 2 sov[erei]gns – ver[y] bil[iou]s for the last day or 2, and partic[ularl]y so this morn[in]g – ga[ve] Mr. W- [Wilkinson] a

wrong date of my a[un]t’s death the 3[r]d inst[ea]d of the 3[r]d inst[ant] - and wr[ote] therefo[re] as foll[ow]s to go by Geo[rge] the

gr[oo]m this aft[ernoo]n -‘Shibd[e]n hall. Sat[urday] 29 Oct[obe]r 1836 ‘Sir - I casually ment[ione]d to you this morn[in]g

‘my hav[in]g a bil[iou]s headache, and I trust this will be my excuse for hav[in]g told you that my a[un]t di[e]d

‘on Mon[day] the 3[r]d ins[tea]d of on Mon[day] the 10th inst[ant] - Miss Walker begs her comp[limen]ts w[i]th my own to the Miss

Wilkinsons - I am sir, very truly yours, A. Lister’ ‘The rev[eren]d Rob[er]t Wilkins[o]n Heath’ - then h[a]d

Mr. Jubb 1/2 h[ou]r till 2 - A- [Ann] pret[ty] well, d[i]d n[o]t, as I expect[e]d, get a bad cold cold by her

thorough starv[in]g yest[erday] at Shugden head – w[e]nt to see ab[ou]t the st[one] there – fr[om] 2 to 6 h[a]d one

or oth[e]r - my pay day – p[ai]d Ingh[a]m for Hilltop fence wall[in]g and for work here at the

dry wall arch[in]g up to last night inclus[ive] – Settl[e]d w[i]th John Booth - then h[a]d Jos[e]ph Mann

and bef[ore] I h[a]d done w[i]th h[i]m (ab[ou]t 3 1/2) Mr. Lister the appraiser ca[me] – shew[e]d him my a[un]ts’

clothes – expl[aine]d – s[ai]d I h[a]d sworn her personalty und[e]r £20 s[ai]d that I h[a]d f[ou]nd in h[e]r purse

on[l]y 3 1/2 sov[erei]gns and 6/6. - then ord[ere]d Mr. Lister warm spic[e]d beer, and to be shewn int[o] the h[ou]sekeeper’s

r[oo]m, and w[e]nt b[a]ck to Jos[e]ph Mann - Long talk ab[ou]t the coll[ier]y – ab[ou]t 300 l[oa]ds of coal up at Walker

pit – ord[ere]d 100 l[oa]ds to be sold and the rest kept for the h[ou]se - Mr. Rawson h[a]s rais[e]d his coal to 1/. p[e]r

l[oa]d and gi[ve]s 5/6 p[e]r l[oa]ds score for gett[in]g and h[a]s giv[e]n his men 25/. a piece and hir[e]d for 6 or 12 m[on]ths at

5/6 p[e]r score - the Long goit thro’ the Ing terrib[l]y rotten stuff to dri[ve] thro’ - may be up at

Mytholm bridge in 6 w[ee]ks fr[om] this ti[me] - 180 y[ar]ds fr[om] Listerwick Engine pit to List[er]w[i]ck coal

pit - to bot[tom] the Engine pit, and dri[ve] the 180 y[ar]ds and bot[tom] List[er]w[i]ck pit will ta[ke] till next June –

the engine p[i]t will n[o]t be bottom[e]d till the end of Ap[ril] or int[o] May –

Jos[e]ph Mann h[a]s bor[e]d 6ft. 6in. in Lit[tle] marsh quarry hole that he h[a]s just sunk (an oblong

hole) - and bef[ore] boring h[a]d sunk 12ft. 6in. deep - 12.6. + 6.6 =19ft. deep of throw[in]g out and

boring and in this depth are the foll[owin]g strata –

 pr[ove]d my a[un]ts’ will

 val[ue] of my a[un]ts’ person[alt]y

 Lit[tle] marsh st[one]

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Lit[tle] marsh quarry hole.

                                                                 thickness

                                                                  ft. in.

no. 1 soil                                                     0.6

. 2 worse d[itt]o                                            0.6

. 3 skegs                                                       3.0 + 1 ft. of this ver[y] decent slate.

. 4 good riving st[one] flags etc.                  5.0 +

. 5 mare and ackerspire                                3.0 varies; thick[r]r and thinner; will av[era]ge 4ft.

+ 6 good riv[in]g st[one] strong[e]r than no.

4 b[u]t in water.                                            3.0  strong[e]r i.e. thick[e]r lifts; mo[re] ashler-like, b[u]t like[l]y to rive pret[ty] well

                                                                      call[e]d the wat[e]r lift. a thin shelly part[in]g bet[ween] the 1st f[oo]t and the 2 oth[e]r f[oo]t of this lift.

7 stone qual[it]y unknown                           0.11

8 some kind of soft stuff                              2.6

9 some k[i]nd of stone                                  0.6? bored int[o] it 6in.? JM- [Joseph Mann] s[ai]d a few in[ch]

+ Beg[a]n boring aft[e]r the 1st f[oo]t of no. 6 .:.

bored 2.0

0.11

2.6

0.6?

5. 11

but J. Mann tells me he h[a]s bored 6ft. 6in.

told him to level, and see wh[a]t fall we h[a]d and if the wat[e]r c[oul]d be tak[e]n

off no. 6 in a drift to pay for the exp[ense] – to see to wh[a]t gr[ea]t[e]st depth the wat[e]r c[oul]d be g[o]t off.

                       ft. in.

Stone no. 3        1.0

. 4.                     5.0

. 6                      3.0

good stone =      9.0

Told Jos[e]ph to get a hole or one hole at each extrem[it]y of the st[one] put d[o]wn for A- [Ann] at

Shugden head as soon as he c[oul]d - told h[i]m to th[in]k ab[ou]t an arrangem[en]t ab[ou]t Whiskum r[oa]d

he s[ai]d he w[ou]ld ta[ke] it and keep it in repair (aft[e]r being put in repair) - and keep a regul[a]r acc[oun]t

of the toll tak[e]n for 6 m[on]ths or 12 m[on]ths w[hi]chev[e]r I lik[e]d - I s[ai]d eith[e]r w[oul]d do - we shall see at

the end of one of these terms wh[a]t the r[oa]d costs and wh[a]t it pays and then settle so[me]th[in]g –

aft[e]r Jos[e]ph Mann, h[a]d Rob[er]t Mann and Mark Hepw[or]th and settl[e]d w[i]th b[o]th and then h[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d

till aft[e]r 6 - the magist[ra]tes fined Ja[me]s Nelson 31/. + costs =40/. this morn[in]g (vid[e] line 2 of this

morn[in]g) – ga[ve] Mr. H- [Husband] 2 sov[erei]gns for JN- [James Nelson] b[u]t to tell him that he m[u]st pay for hims[elf] in fut[ure] –

Mosey agreed w[i]th Mr. Husb[an]d this morn[in]g to ma[ke] a capit[a]l new br[oa]d wheel[e]d cart for £25

and to ta[ke] my 2 old carts for £5 .:. I shall as it were get my new cart for £20 – din[ner] at 7 –

coff[ee] upst[ai]rs – h[a]d Geo[rge] up to find fault ab[ou]t his n[o]t com[in]g b[a]ck this ev[enin]g till aft[e]r 7 the note being

giv[e]n to h[i]m at 3 1/2 p.m. – s[ai]d he d[i]d n[o]t get off till 5 - A- [Ann] g[o]t Robertson’s Life of Ch[arle]s V

[cuarto] fr[om] the lib[rar]y tonight - we sat look[in]g int[o] it - or rath[e]r she r[ea]d me 10 or 12 p[ages] of the

Introd[uctio]n – fr[om] 10 1/2 to 11 5/.. wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today - Ingham +...... d[i]d n[o]t work

in the aft[ernoo]n - too wintery - fine (overhead) in the morn[in]g till bet[ween] 12 and 1 – aft[er]w[ar]ds snowy

and wintery - deep snow on the gr[ou]nd - no do[in]g anyth[in]g out of doors – F[ahrenheit] 33° now at 11 5/.. p.m.

and fair and starlight – Lett[er] tonight 1 p[age] fr[om] Mr. Lister 11 Stockwell common - in ans[we]r to

my let[ter] on the d[ea]th of my a[un]t – condol[en]ce and thanks for my hav[in]g remitt[e]d the rent to his moth[e]r

at midsumm[e]r

 Whiskum r[oa]d

agreem[en]t w[i]th JM. [Joseph Mann]

 new cart Nelson’s fine

[isitsapphic]

All of these shows/movies have sapphic characters in them

Attempting to provide the most comprehensive list of TV shows and movies with sapphic characters. TV shows are followed by a list of wlw characters. Some films have been cited with their original title as well as the English translation. Please message me or submit a post with any missing shows or films. 

A

-Aimee & Jaguar

-All About E

-All American (Coop, Patience)

-Almost Adults

-Ana Y Vitoria

-Anatomy of a Love Seen

-Antonia’s Line

-Annihilation

-Anyone But Me (unsure which characters)

-Atomic Blonde

-Atypical (Casey, Izzie)

-AWOL

B

-Battle of the Sexes

-La Belle Saison/ Summertime

-Below her Mouth

-Bessie

-Better Than Chocolate

-BFFs

-Birds of Prey

-The Bisexual (unsure which characters)

-Black Lightning (Anissa, Grace)

-Bloomington

-Blue Gate Crossing

-Blue is the Warmest Color

-The Bold Type (Kat, Adina)

-Booksmart

-Bound

-Broad City (Ilana)

-Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Rosa)

-Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Tara, Willow, Kennedy)

-Bumblefuck USA

-But i'm a Cheerleader

C

-Cable Girls (Carlotta)

-Carmilla (Carmilla, Laura)

-Carol

-Charmed reboot (Mel, Nico, Jada)

-Chasing Life (Brenna)

-Ci Qing/Spider Lilies

-Circumstance

-Cloudburst

-Concussion 

D

-The Danish Girl

-Daphne

-Dear White People (Kelsey, Brooke)

-D.E.B.S.

-Degrassi: Next Class (Rasha, Zoe)

-Desert Hearts

-Disobedience

-Dope

-Drifting Flowers

-Duck Butter

-The Duke of Burgundy

E

-Elena Undone

-Elisa and Marcela 

-Entre Nous/Between Us

-Everything Sucks (Kate, Emaline)

F

-Faking It (Amy)

-Farewell, My Queen

-The Favourite

-Fear of Water

-Feel Good (Mae, George)

-The Feels

-Les Filles Du Botaniste/ The Chinese Botanist’s Daughter

-Fire

-The Firefly

-First Girl I Loved

-The Fosters (Stef, Lena, Monty)

-Four-Faced Liar

-Foxfire

-Freeheld

-Fremde Haut/Unveiled

-Friends (Carol, Susan)

-Fucking Amal/Show Me Love

G

-Gentrified (Ana, Yessika)

-Gia

-The Girl King

-Girltrash: All Night Long

-Glee (Brittany, Santana, Dani)

-Glow (Yolanda, Arthie)

-Gentleman Jack (Anne, Ann)

-Gray Matters

-Grey’s Anatomy (Callie, Arizona, Carina, Penny, Amelia, Erica)

-Go Fish 

-Godless (Mary Agnes)

-Good Trouble (Alice)

-The Good Wife (Kalinda)

-Gotham (Barbara, Tabitha, Renee)

-Gypsy (Jean, Sidney)

H

-The Half of It

-The Handmaid’s Tale (Moira, Emily)

-The Handmaiden 

-Hart of Dixie (Crickett)

-The Haunting of Bly Manor (Jamie, Dani)

-The Haunting of Hill House (Theodora, Trish)

-Heart Beats Loud

-Heavenly Creatures

-High Art

-High Fidelity (Robyn)

-The Hours

-How to Get Away With Murder (Annalise, Eve)

-The Hunger 

I

-I Am Not Okay With This (Sydney)

-I Can’t Think Straight

-If These Walls Could Talk 2

-Imagine Me & You

-The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love

-The Intervention

-Intimates (Ji sor)

-Itty Bitty Titty Committee

-It’s In the Water 

J

-Jane the Virgin (Rose, Luisa, Petra, Jane Ramos)

-Jennifer’s Body

-Jenny’s Wedding

-Jessica Jones (Jeri)

-Joven y Alocada/Young and Wild

K

-Karmen Gei

-The Kids are Alright

-Killing Eve (Eve, Villanelle)

-The Killing of Sister George

-Kissing Jessica Stein

-Kyss Mig/ Kiss Me

L

-The L Word (basically all of them)

-Legends of Tomorrow (Sara, Ava)

-Lez Bomb

-Lianna

-Life Partners

-Light as a Feather (Alex)

-Lip Service (basically all of them)

-Liz in September

-Lost and Delirious

-Lost Girl (Lauren, Bo)

-Love My Life

-Lovesong

-Loving Anabelle

M

-Madam Secretary (Kat)

-Madchen in Uniform

-Madre Solo Hay Dos (Mariana, Ana)

-Margarita with a Straw

-Marvel’s Runaways (Karolina, Nico)

-Master of None (Denise)

-Mein Freund aus Faro/ My Friend from Faro

-A Mi Madre Le Gustan Las Mujeres/ My Mother Likes Women

-The Miseducation of Cameron Post

-Monster

-Mulholland Drive

-My Summer of Love

N

-Newness

-El Nino Pez/ The Fish Child

O

-One Day at a Time (Syd, Elena)

-Orange is the New Black (a lot of them)

-The Originals (Freya, Keelin)

-Orphan Black (Cosima, Delphine, Kenzie)

P

-Pariah

-A Perfect Ending

-The Perfection

-Person of Interest (Root, Shaw)

-Personal Best

-Pitch Perfect Trilogy

-The Politician (Skye)

-Portrait of a Lady on Fire

-Portrait of a Serial Monogamist 

-Pride

-Princess Cyd

-Pretty Little Liars (Emily, Maya, Paige, Alison)

-Professor Marston and the Wonder Women

-Puccini for Beginners

Q

-Queen Sugar (Nova)

-Queer as Folk (unsure which characters)

R

-Rafiki

-Reaching for the Moon

-Red Doors

-RENT

-Riverdale (Cheryl, Toni)

-Rookie Blue (Gail, Holly)

-Room in Rome

-Rosewood (Pippy, TMI)

-Rough Night

-The Runaways

-Russian Doll (Lizzy)

S

-Sancharram/ The Journey

-Santa Clarita Diet (Lisa, Anne)

-Saving Face 

-Saving Hope (Maggie, Sydney)

-The Secret Diaries of Ms Anne Lister

-A Secret Love

-Sense 8 (Amanita, Nomi)

-Set it Off

-Sex Education (unsure which characters)

-She’s Gotta Have It (Nola)

-Shrill (Fran)

-Signature Move

-The Sinner (Heather)

-Skins (Naomi, Emily)

-South of Nowhere (Ashley, Spencer)

-The Spy Who Dumped Me

-Stranger Inside

-Stranger Things (Robin)

-Stud Life

-The Summer of Sangalie

-Supergirl (Alex, Maggie, Kelly)

T

-Tales of the City (unsure which characters)

-Tangerine

-Thelma

-Trinkets (unsure which characters)

-Tru Love

-The Truth about Jane

U

-Unfreedom

V

-V for Vendetta

-Valencia

-Vida (unsure which characters)

-Viola di Mare/The Sea Purple

-Vita and Virginia

W

-The Walking Dead (Tara)

-Water Lillies

-The Watermelon Woman

-Wentworth (Bea, Allie, Frankie, Bridget)

-When Night is Falling

-With Every Heartbeat

-Workin’ Moms (Frankie, Giselle)

-The World to Come

-Wynona Earp (Waverly, Nicole, Shae)

X

Y

-Yes or No

-You and Me Forever

-You, Me, Her (Izzy, Emma)

-Younger (Maggie, Lauren)

Z

#

-The 100 (Clarke, Lexa, Niylah)

-911 (Hen, Karen, Eva)