#weaver x rogers

[gender-luster]

the world NEEDS more weaver x roger fics!! like. WHAT DO YOU MEAN that one of them is literally referred to as a father-figure to the other's daughter (by the one whose daughter it is) ??? what do you mean they actually declare each other friends after spending centuries trying to kill each other only for later one of them to admit that he wasn't actually really trying because even before that, he still considered the other to be the closest thing he had to a friend anyway?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THEIR STORY ENDS WITH ONE OF THEM LITERALLY GIVING THEIR ACTUAL FACTUAL HEART TO THE OTHER??????!?!?!?!??

[martianbugsbunny]

Rogers and Weaver would so get on Emma and Hook’s nerves. I mean, 1) it would be hilarious to see Hook’s face when he realized that a version of him married Rumple, that mental image waters my crops (but doesn’t overwater them) and curates my garden

And 2) Rogers and Weaver are probably the single most annoying pair of detectives to have running around any district you’re supposed to be sheriffing. Intentional lack of communication, air of shadiness, and I just know it would drive Emma crazy that they’re actually pretty good at being detectives. Maybe the Killians would have competitions to see who could solve the most cases in a month, but Emma wouldn’t be able to stand when Weaver solved a case she couldn’t.

[ariestess]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - The Enchanted Forest Setting (Once Upon a Time), The Jolly Roger | The Jewel of the Realm (Once Upon a Time), Cursed Hyperion Heights (Once Upon a Time), Hyperion Heights (Once Upon a Time), Enemies to Lovers, Established Relationship, Boot Worship, Hate Sex, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Dreams and Nightmares, Dream Sex, Swearing, Mild Language, kinktober 2023 Series: Part 3 of Kinktober 2023 Summary:

The absolute need to resist the command is stronger than his will to live …and yet his knees still crash to the deck of his beloved ship. It is only sheer force of will that keeps him from uttering any sound of discomfort. There is no chance in Hell that he'll give this unmitigated bastard the satisfaction. Anger floods his veins at the Dark One's knowing giggle.

"Such an accommodating pirate," he coos before his tone hardens. "Lick. My. Boot."

Hook stares up at him with utter contempt in his eyes. "Bugger off, Crocodile. I'm not your plaything to order around."

[channy111]

masterlist:

key:

• fluff = ❀

• angst = ☽

• romantic = ♡︎

marvel fandom

pietro maximoff x reader

“sunlight through the curtains”

summary: mornings with pietro are your favorite part of the day. quiet laughter, gentle kisses, and soft sunlight make everything feel perfect.

status: still being written

genre: ❀, ♡︎

“breaking at the seams”

summary: pietro’s temper finally pushes you both too far, and now he’s left wondering if he can fix what he’s broken.

status: still being written

genre: ❀, ☽

bucky barnes x reader

“the smallest things”

summary: bucky realizes that it’s the little moments with you that mean the most. from a touch of your hand to shared laughter, it’s the simple things that make his heart fuller.

status: still being written

genre: ❀, ♡︎

steve rogers x reader

“in a heartbeat”

summary: after years of fighting battles, you finally lets yourself fall in love with steve.

status: completed

genre: ♡︎, ☽

read here: https://www.tumblr.com/channy111/773613354728194048/in-a-heartbeat-pairing-steve-rogers-x-ex

harry potter fandom

fred weasley x reader

“a little chaos”

summary: fred’s cheeky pranks were never your cup of tea but sometimes, the chaos is his way of showing you just how much he cares.

status: completed

genre: ❀, ♡︎

read here: https://www.tumblr.com/channy111/773665286118309888/a-little-chaos-pairing-fred-weasley-x-slytherin

“ashes and embers”

summary: in the aftermath of the war, fred struggles to find himself again—and you’re not sure if you can keep holding him together.

status: completed

genre: ☽

read here: https://www.tumblr.com/channy111/773591471622422528/ashes-and-embers-pairing-fred-weasley-x-reader

james potter x reader

short series: “one night forever”

summary: you’ve been cursed to relive the same night over and over, trapped in a strange time loop. james is the only constant in the chaos, and as you piece together the mystery, you realize the answer might lie in accepting your feelings for him.

genre: ♡︎, ❀, ☽

status: still being written

• part one: coming soon

• part two: coming soon

• part three: coming soon

series: “what could have been”

summary: being a reality weaver was never easy especially after pietro maximoff’s devastating death, your grief causes you to accidentally reality jump with no way back. in this new world, you meet james potter, whose kindness and optimism slowly begin to warm your heart. but as you grow closer to james, things don’t go exactly your way…

genre: ♡︎, ❀, ☽

status: still being written

• prologue: coming soon

• chapter one: coming soon

• chapter two: coming soon

• chapter three: coming soon

“until the morning comes”

summary: lazy mornings with james are filled with laughter, warm blankets, and the kind of love that makes the world disappear.

status: still being written

genre: ♡︎, ❀

[ronearoundblindly]

Threadbare (Finale)

Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

Part Five: Reversal Point (see previous or series)

Summary: The big day (and date) has arrived. Tonight is the Hellfire Gala!

Warnings for floof, fuff, foofin', double-floofery, and death by fluff. WC 3872

(art by DonAguillo on Facebook)

You’re nervous, but it’s hard not to be.

Steve sent a text five minutes ago saying he’s almost to the shop, so instead of pacing around upstairs, you made your way down and are locking up.

Above you flutters the reflective blue tarp over the window Steve broke into nearly two weeks ago, but that only makes you smile.

The whirlwind of a successful show—one where not only did you kill it on stage, no one actually died—has brought a wave of press and a lovely flood of new clientele, men who would never have thought to bother with your designs when they’d only ever seen you cater to bulky physiques. It’s an honor (and a testament to the efficacy of Tony Stark’s stupid manipulation) to dress more and more unique souls, but you’ve been left no time to handle the ‘break-in’ damage.

The media buzz keeps you busy enough that all four of your employees have been at work at least six days a week, in addition to finishing the trimmings of Captain America’s suit for this Gala and creating an entirely new gown of your own. People can’t stop talking about the fashionable woman fielding bullets with no training. Lately, the press likes to think of you as the amateur engineer version of Black Widow. You’ve been dubbed the ‘Red Weaver’ by some shitty blog that got traction in the messy aftermath of your show.

You couldn’t really care less. You got to spend the night and day after Fisk’s attack isolated in your upstairs bubble of a studio with Steve Rogers.

The new nickname, however, gave you the idea for your dress. You knew you would want to compliment Steve’s patriotic palette, but since you’re not very well going to rewear the gown from your show, you’ve leaned into the Red Weaver/Black Widow persona and built an ombre gown. It has a cheeky casualness compared to your date’s formal three-piece, double-breasted, matching overcoat ensemble.

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It’s all very fancy and promotable.

In truth, you prefer ‘Button,’ specifically being Steve’s Button, and tonight that is exactly and entirely what you get to be: a button on Cap’s handsome arm.

It’s Hellfire Night.

There’s a crackle of road gravel as the limousine pulls right up to your curb, but you don’t see Steve first. Sam Wilson pops his head and torso out of the sunroof with a beaming white smile.

“Ah yes, the woman of the hour,” he coos before glancing back down into the backseat. “Close your mouth, buddy. You’re gonna swallow a bug.”

You giggle and approach the shiny black car. The door latch opens from the inside.

“You look ama—“

Thud. Steve whacks his head on the door rim trying to step out.

“Oh gosh, are you okay?” You make it to him just as Steve stands up straight on the sidewalk.

It’s easy and instinctive, meant to be, the way his hands settle against your arms and sweep down to hold your delicately gloved hands.

“You’re stunning,” Steve whispers.

“That’s not a concussion talking?”

“He’ll survive,” Sam yells from inside the car. “Pretty sure he ran through several solid walls just to get to the showers after our run.”

“It was one glass door and I didn’t see it close after Davis,” Steve barks over his shoulder. 

You tick your head up toward your apartment. “You and the windows, handsome. Not friends, huh?”

He rolls his glittering blue eyes playfully, huffing, “Don’t you start.” Steve releases your hands and straightens his jacket. “How do I look? Do I have designer’s approval?”

You shimmy his tie a little tighter. “Yes,” you sigh, “always perfect.”

Steve’s grin matches Sam’s as he helps you into the limo. On the relatively short drive over to the venue, since Wilson is there, too, Steve holds your hand over his thigh and runs his bare thumb over your red glove. You can’t for the life of you pay attention to their conversation, so you gaze back and forth from the city lights to their glow and shadow flickering over Steve’s face.

The wonderful thing about this ‘first’ date is you and Steve are already baptized by fire; in every crisis, you’ve complimented each other. He hopes to protect you but doesn’t treat you like a fragile innocent. You admire him but don’t stand on the sidelines. Best of both your worlds, together, in harmony. (Also, you’ve already kissed so there’s definitely chemistry.)

You’re happy tonight is about him. Captain America has been a pillar of the superhero movement and a cornerstone of the Avengers team for over a decade (and famous for a fair few before that), so you squeeze his hand in encouragement when Sam lets himself out onto the red carpet first.

You can hear the roar of paparazzi in the seconds the door is open and shut.

Steve, in no hurry at all, shifts in his seat and studies your face with soft eyes.

“I don’t want to…” his gaze darts down to your lips and back “…mess up your makeup,” he finishes, tongue darting to wet his own.

You don’t let him get away with just a hope this time, cupping his face and planting a huge smooch square on his beautiful pout.

“Waterproof,” you tease. Your finger sweeps over his not-reddened—but not unaffected—lips, and you wait the extra few seconds for Steve to snap out of his distraction and clear his throat.

“Right,” he breathes. “Will you hand me my cloak and I’ll help you out?”

“Sure thing, Handsome.”

Captain America steps out into a flashing sea of people, a navy blue suit with red pinstripes sculpting his frame. His grey vest, skinny black tie, and neutral, muted shirt all harken back to his original army days, and you offer the statement of the whole getup when he turns back around.

He tosses the red satin-lined, bold blue trench coat loosely over his broad shoulders and holds out a hand for your to take.

Steve’s eyes never leave you.

There are questions shouted incoherently in the chaos, but step by step, you two make it to the entryway.

You jump when you hear a voice much closer and clearer than the press.

“Sheers!” Tony wastes no time holding out his hand, but not to shake. In between two fingers is a folded paper, and he peers at you over his trademark shades.

Knowing he won’t lay off until you answer, you pluck the offer from his grasp, read it, and shove the bit into his breast pocket.

“What is this, Tony?” Steve tries to ask.

“No,” you answer simply. You curl around Steve’s arm and nudge him to lead you both inside.

The billionaire playboy is not pleased to lose, his face falling in a flat line of disappointment, but he doesn’t follow. You doubt that’ll be the last you’ll see him tonight.

Imagine the most extravagant and enchanting display. Stark has put that to shame.

You’re practically blinded by the opulence, but of course, everyone in the building knows and loves Steve Rogers, so even the foyer is the start of a dozen conversations. You expect the shaking hands. You expect questions to focus on him. What you don’t expect is how he introduces you to every single agent, mutant, and superhero to cross your path.

This gorgeous lady…this stunner here…this beauty…

This is my genius date.

Then there’s the response.

“Oh, I know who Tovarich is.”

“Don’t worry! She’s already a legend.”

“I’ve watched every show a dozen times on YouTube.”

“I’d just die to be wearing something of yours!”

Whenever someone gushes about your dress or Steve’s suit, he preens and echos every flattery. Steve’s enthusiasm seems directly linked to his obvious habit of ‘bragging’ about you at work, and he easily folds you into conversation like you’ve always been by his side. It’s not fake. He’s animated, comfortable, and downright loving.

Your heart races with a contact high from so much praise.

At one point mid-mingle in the ballroom, a hand lands on your other shoulder.

“Stark,” you say, turning away from Steve and several agents’ small talk. “To what do I owe—oh!”

Another piece of paper. He’s insistent. He waits with impatient arms wrapped over his chest and stares at Steve whilst you mull over his proposal.

“My god, you’ve managed to keep him the second sexiest man in the building while completely covering his ass. That’s talent.”

You open the paper, shake your head, and return it. “I know. How else do I stake my claim?”

Tony, obviously believing himself the first among sexy men in the joint, checks his watch and grumbles.

“One day you’ll call me ‘Tony,’” he mutters. “Alright, Sheers. You drive a hard bargain. Give me twenty minutes,” and he’s off like a shot, phone to his ear.

Steve wraps an arm around your waist. The gesture is a cocoon of comfort with his long coat still on, his grip gentle and steady, fingers fiddling with the layering of black tulle as it puffs out from beneath your thick belt.

“Everything ok?” he whispers in your ear, kissing your temple.

“Oh yes,” you sigh, moving to lace your own hold around him, “man just can’t read a room.”

You’re not sure when or how it happens—given the blur of hundreds of people spread out through a dozen rooms—but as the event wears on, Steve finds you seats, brings over food to share, hangs his coat over the back of the chair, and folds his jacket as well. He specifically asks if it’s ok to take out his cufflinks in order to roll up his sleeves.

“Don’t want to ruin the look,” he jokes.

Carefully, you remove your gloves and offer to style him all over again.

Steve smiles, leans in, and flips his wrist over, letting you deftly remove the cufflink which he just now notices is an exact match to your earrings.

As you fold over one starched sleeve, he smirks.

“Thank you.”

You’re precise with your task, and at first, he doesn’t elaborate. The venue is bustling, people all around, even a trio who sat at the other side of the round table, but Steve’s blue eyes are only on you. Each exposed forearm flexes to aid your work, and during your finishing touches, he lets his fingers brush your lap.

You’re about to ask what he’s thanking you for when the look in his eyes stops you hot.

Steve reaches out, running his knuckles behind your mirroring earrings and letting his skin graze yours. He fluffs up the tulle around your wide collar. “Just…wanted to contribute,” he whispers in the din of the party, blushing, his fingers lingering across your collarbone.

“Capybara,” Stark bursts from behind you again, “I can see the bottom of the lady’s glass. I know I’ve taught you better than that.”

Steve shoves his sleeve up a smidge higher like a nervous tick and winks at you, squeezing your knee gently through your skirts.

“I was just going to refill them, Tony. Cool your jets.” He heads to the bar in the next room over.

Stark unceremoniously drops into the chair behind you, sliding a third, folded paper over the tablecloth.

“Final offer. I think you’ll find it…tempting,” he says darkly.

You open the note and try to keep your face neutral until Stark also points his phone screen at you. He lets you flick through a string of pictures.

“And this is a done deal?” you clarify. “Not a hypothetical?”

“Yes, why else would it have taken me—“ he checks his watch again “—what?—thirty-two minutes to secure? I’m losing my touch…”

You feel light-headed with the possibility. Tony Stark really has outdone himself this time, and yes, he has finally read the room—read you—correctly. It’s perfect. You’d be a fool not to accept.

Stark raps his knuckle triumphantly on the table once you nod.

“Talk contracts tomorrow?”

“No,” you laugh, biting your red lips, “not tomorrow, Tony. But soon.”

“These glasses—“ Stark taps the thick wire and acetate rim of his spectacles “—now have video confirmation of your verbal agreement. So that’s a handshake deal. No take-backsies.” He stands just as Steve returns.

You’re settled by a quick peck to your temple when Steve leans to place two icy drinks on the tablecloth.

Stark hasn’t wiped the smug look off his face.

“What do you want? A pinkie promise?” you bite sweetly.

“Unnecessary,” he scoffs, “but for reference, I want a coat like that—“ he points to Steve’s chair “—in red and gold, obviously, and now, I leave you with the knowledge that I win. You called me ‘Tony.’”

Stark winks and puffs out his chest, smoothing a ringed hand over his velvet lapels.

“Tah-tah. Oh, and don’t you two dare sneak off before my speech.” He holds you and Steve’s gazes for a long, forceful second. “Excellent.”

“What on Earth was that about?” Steve ponders, nudging his chair under the table but coincidentally closer to you. “Everything alright? What’s he been bothering you with?”

You’re too curious to go into it without some confirmation.

Casually, you pick up your drink and clink glasses with your date, thinking about whether you can call him your boyfriend yet, wondering if you’ve just overplayed your hand.

“You grew up in Brooklyn, right?” you start. “Do you miss it?”

Steve sighs and looks longingly into the distance. “All the time,” he says with a soft smile. “I suppose the neighborhood isn’t the same—maybe not even close—but it still feels like home every time I get over there.”

You try not to let the dewy tumbler slip through your clammy fingers. “How often is that?”

“It’s not even far.” Steve knits his eyebrows in shame. “Too long between visits, but…that separation—not being at that Tower and enjoying the feel of normal life—that is nice while I’m there. Why do you ask? You ever been?”

“Of course,” you shrug, “like passing through. Nothing… long-term.”

Oh boy, you’ve got to steel your nerves. You wiggle into the upholstered seat, taking a few fortifying gulps.

“Tony has just succeeded in recruiting me,” you admit.

“Ah, I see.” Except, Steve clearly doesn’t see the connection. He simply gathers his attention back to you instead of his far-off reverie. “How many zeros did you make him add since we walked in the door?”

Here we go, you think. “Words. I made him add words, but he finally got me.”

Steve snorts. “Did you make him change ‘million’ to ‘billion?’”

This could go very well or very poorly. It’s technically your first date, but you’ve defeated a villain together, spent weeks sharing everything from meals to colored pencils to sunset sit-downs, and might be working closely long-term. If you can’t admit what you want for your future now, when can you?

“No—“ you fiddle with one of your gloves on the table “—he changed ‘billion’ to ‘Brooklyn.’”

Steve stops moving entirely, his eyes fixed on the glass in his hand.

“An address,” you clarify. “Tony’s secured me a house in Brooklyn. I’ll have my own place. I won’t live where I work anymore.”

Steve’s expression morphs constantly as if he’s trying to cover up a bad poker face. “That’s wonderful,” he says warily, with just shy of a grimace. “Better than I’ve managed to do in ten years…”

You take a sip and clear your throat. This is hard to fathom saying to Captain America in a building full of people who can do anything and have whatever they want.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me to say…I know it’s…early on…but—“ you scoot in your seat until your knees touch Steve’s thigh “—you’d be welcome to visit—to stay—if you want.”

He’s silent. The music ramps up in time with your heart rate.

“You know, just so you can have that separation whenever. I saw the pictures. It certainly has enough bedrooms that—“

Steve bursts out laughing, shocking himself if how quickly he claps a hand over his mouth is any indication. It’s a bad time for a fit of giggles, but that’s exactly what takes him over. When he moves his hand, it lands on your trembling one, pressing down into your lap. His huge frame continues to shake, racked by contagious jubilee, and after he’s tried to stop, to calm down, to form words—twice—and failed, you break, too.

What exactly you’re laughing at, you have no idea, but apparently, your proposal of sorts is wildly amusing to your date.

“You’re right,” you backtrack in between nervous peels. “It’s ridiculous. Just forget I—“

“No, no,” he finally manages, squeezing your hand again. “That’s not—I didn’t mean to laugh at that. It’s just…it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

He tilts your chin up to force your eyes to meet his.

“I think Tony might be dangling you in front of me like a carrot.”

“I promise I don’t have an agenda,” you offer.

He shakes his head gently, one of the longer strands of his golden hair falling across his face. “No. Just a job. Button sewing buttons in Brooklyn for the betterment of a billionaire,” Steve jokes quietly, playing with your palm, his rough fingertips tracing every line, callus, and joint of yours.

“Your Button,” you add, “suiting up superheroes in exchange for a Handsome fee.”

“Your Handsome,” he corrects, brushing over the rapid pulse at your wrist.

“Well then…” you’re frozen in his endless sky eyes, thirty-thousand-feet high on possibilities “…my Handsome deserves a home, too, don’t you think?”

Steve’s only answer is to lunge, locking his fingers behind your neck to hold your lips steady when he is anything but.

A few younger mutants start cheering and shouting for Cap to ‘get it,’ but you simply smile into his kiss because Steve isn’t at all concerned about your lipstick anymore.

He pulls back less than an inch, thumbs petting the thin bit of bare skin behind your ears. “We’re really doing this, huh?”

Your breaths mingle, but you don’t open your eyes. “It was always real for me, Steve.”

The pressure of his hold increases as you are pulled back to his lips.

“Me—“ kiss “—too.” Another kiss. “Me too.”

Before you drown completely in the bottomless pit of his affection, however, you remember that you two are supposed to stay decent until after Stark’s speech. You don’t know how long that is scheduled from now, but you won’t last lip-locked with Captain America like this.

You push your forehead to knock you apart. “We should—“

Steve shoots backward, at immediate attention. “Go see the house?!” He bounces with impatience like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I—well, I was going to say dance,” you chuckle, licking the taste of him from your surely faded but  freshly swollen pout, “but I suppose—“

“No, you’re right. Of course.” Steve blushes furiously and scrambles out of his chair. “That was stupid. Forget I said that.”

“I won’t,” you promise, taking his hand to be led off to the open floor.

EPILOGUE

“And then Uncle Tony threw his hands up—“ Steve pulls his baby’s legs into the air playfully while happy shrieks ring out “—and welcomed our teammate, the Red Weaver herself—“ he wiggles the onesie back up a squishy little body “—Miss Tovarich.”

He fake-cheers very, very quietly. “The crowd went wild.”

Enormous blue eyes meet equally joyous cerulean.

“Yeah, well, I know what you’re thinking, but that was before Mommy was Misses Rogers.”

Steve dramatically heaves the freshly changed baby into his arms.

“Gosh, you’re so big.” There’s babbling in reply. “Another story? Okay. I think we’ve got time for one more…”

He returns to the living room where you work at the table, sketches spread out, a shared tin of colored pencils open in the center. “When’s Abby coming?” he asks.

“Any minute now,” you mutter with a wink. “Won’t take too long to get ready after that.”

“Alrighty!” Steve sits in the adjacent chair. “I’ll tell ya the first moment I knew she was the one.” 

Your child faces you, balanced on your husband’s lap as he eyes your work not-so-subtly.

Steve describes the night of your Spring Show, how he expected to be blown away, how he didn’t expect to have his whole life flash before his eyes.

“See, that’s when I knew Momma loved me for everything I am and ever was.” He matches your sweet smile across the cluttered surface. “She had no need to prove herself. She didn’t even know I would be there. She did it all anyway.

“That’s what makes your mom the best,” he says, kissing a soft, fuzzy head. “She makes the only best for your outsides because she sees who���s inside.” He taps the baby’s tummy. “Right there. She sees beauty in there—“ giggles “—and makes sure everyone else sees, too. The whole world. She knows there is no one mold for everyone and celebrates them all. She lets them shine.”

Steve lowers his voice fondly.

“She let me shine through.”

By now he’s told you many times over, but that show—to see how he was born appreciated and glorified—healed a fissure within Steve Rogers he had not known was only connected by a rotting bridge. What he was made into by Erskine’s formula…there’s nothing wrong with him this way, but so few people in his life have ever proved the original truth to Steve.

There was nothing wrong with him before.

“That’s right, little love,” you lean over to tease your husband. “And Mommy lets Daddy wear all the sweatpants he wants because he’s comfy. He deserves to be comfy…and he looks very good in them.”

Steve chuckles, bouncing his tiny charge with the movement. “And Daddy lets Mommy measure him whenever she wants.” 

You gasp in faux scandalization, placing the gray back in the single, shared case of colored pencils between you.

“Also, most importantly—“ you point a finger at a tiny, button nose and crossed eyes “—in this house, we never give Tony Stark credit for anything.”

“Uncle Tony hates not getting credit,” Steve agrees. “And Momma loves driving him nuts.”

The doorbell rings.

You pop up from the table. “It’s the little things in life…”

Abby takes the little Rogers into the family room to play while you and Steve get ready for one of those stuffy events, the ones that are a little less terrible when you suffer through them together, the ones suffered through in style.

With a final shift of his tie and flip of his collar, you pet your ringed fingers down his chest.

“Making this look good, Handsome.”

“Thanks to you, Button.”

“Anytime.” Steve leans his forehead against yours.

“Always.”

After a few calm breaths, you squeeze his shoulders to head out to the waiting car, shutting the front door of your Brooklyn home, leaving the hall light on over the family photo: the Man With A Plan in blue, the Red Weaver, and their beautiful baby in a pure white christening gown.

A/N: *incoherent weeping noises* I don't even know what to say yet, so I'll come back to it. Thank you so much for reading! 💚💜

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[usafphantom2]

He Fell from an SR-71 at 78,000ft! #shorts youtube.com/shorts/2ZMMrna… via @YouTube

DURING THE EARLY DAYS OF TESTING FOR THE LEGENDARY SR-71 BLACKBIRD, THERE WERE SOME HARROWING MISHAPS, THE DETAILS OF WHICH HAVE RARELY COME TO LIGHT.

ON JANUARY 25, 1966, TEST PILOT BILL WEAVER AND LOCKHEED FLIGHT TEST RECONNAISSANCE AND NAVIGATION SYSTEMS SPECIALIST JIM ZWAYER EXPERIENCED THEIR PLANE VANISHING AROUND THEM WHILE EXECUTING A TURN… AT MORE THAN 2,400 MILES PER HOUR.

The most memorable flight occurred on Jan. 25, 1966. Jim Zwayer, a Lockheed flight test reconnaissance and navigation systems specialist, and I were evaluating those systems on an SR-71 Blackbird test from Edwards AFB, Calif. We also were investigating procedures designed to reduce trim drag and improve high-Mach cruise performance. The latter involved flying with the center-of-gravity (CG) located further aft than normal, which reduced the Blackbird’s longitudinal stability.

We took off from Edwards at 11:20 a.m. and completed the mission’s first leg without incident. After refueling from a KC-135 tanker, we turned eastbound, accelerated to a Mach 3.2 cruise speed, and climbed to 78,000 ft., our initial cruise-climb altitude.

Several minutes into the cruise, the right engine inlet’s automatic control system malfunctioned, requiring a switch to manual control. The SR-71’s inlet configuration was automatically adjusted during supersonic flight to decelerate airflow in the duct, slowing it to subsonic speed before reaching the engine’s face. This was accomplished by the inlet’s center-body spike translating aft, and by modulating the inlet’s forward bypass doors. Normally, these actions were scheduled automatically as a function of Mach number, positioning the normal shock wave (where air flow becomes subsonic) inside the inlet to ensure optimum engine performance.

Without proper scheduling, disturbances inside the inlet could result in the shock wave being expelled forward–a phenomenon known as an “inlet unstart.”

The ejection seat had never left the airplane; I had been ripped out of it by the extreme forces, seat belt, and shoulder harness still fastened.

“Can I help you?” a voice said. Did I hear things? I must be hallucinating. Then I looked up and saw a guy walking toward me, wearing a cowboy hat. A helicopter was idling a short distance behind him. If I had been at Edwards and told the search-and-rescue unit that I would bail out over the Rogers Dry Lake at a particular time, a crew couldn’t have gotten to me as fast as that cowboy pilot had.

The gentleman was Albert Mitchell, Jr., owner of a vast cattle ranch in northeastern New Mexico. I had landed about 1.5 mi. from his ranch house–and from a hangar for his two-place Hughes helicopter

Bill Weaver was an SR 71 test flight pilot; he survived the crash. There were problems with the Faceplate on his helmet that needed to be corrected.. At 80,000 feet the temperature outside is -65°. Which is near the maximum altitude of a potential bail-out.

Bill Weaver was unable to see out of his face plate because of the ice buildup. An ejection out of the world's fastest man-breathing airplane is scary enough but not being able to see is terrifying!

@Habubrats71 via X TAP ARROW BUTTON BELOW TO VIEW 😋👇

His face plate was frozen. The result of this accident a heated face plate was manufactured, that required a battery pack and that worked.

There were several more accidents over the next 20+ years and all of the Air Force officers would survived their ejections. The only unfortunate death occurred to a test pilot who broke his neck.. Mitchell said he’d check on Jim. He climbed into his helicopter, flew a short distance away and returned about 10 min. later with devastating news: Jim was dead. Apparently, he had suffered a broken neck during the aircraft’s disintegration and was killed instantly. Mitchell said his ranch foreman would soon arrive to watch over Jim’s body until the authorities arrived. #HABUBRATS

@Habubrats71 via X

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The Beginning of Something Wonderful

[GIF not mine]

Pairing: Peggy Weaver x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: A Gallows Creek native moves out of town for a better job opportunity in the next town. But after finding out her crush is in danger, springs to help.

Warnings: Town Murdering, Attempted Murder

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Italics/Bold = Past, Y/n/n = Your nickname

Theme: "All it Takes" - Empathy Test

A/n: I recently started listening to synth-pop and it brought me back to this game :) Happy Halloween

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You sit at your desk, the clock ticks, filling the white noise of the silent police station. Your eyes travel up to your little knick-knacks corner: a polaroid of you and Peggy sits upon the lamp lighting your desk.

I miss you Peg...

"Go take the job in Henderson," Sheriff Matthews suggests, "It's better than being a local Cop 'round here."

But, there was one person you'd be willing to stay for.

Peggy Weaver.

You've been crushing on her since graduation from Gallows Creek High. But, you weren't sure if she was interested. In you, in women, or dating in general.

"Okay fine," You sigh, giving in

You pack the last box into the moving truck and shut the door, latching it.

"You're always welcome back," Peggy says, her arms crossed

"I know," You smile solemnly, "But, being a cop 'n everything... Don't know when I'll be able to come visit. Also don't really have much family around anymore..."

"I... Wasn't talking about that..." Peggy says

"Aw, Peggy you care about me," You smile

"Of course I do, you're one of the very few people in this town that I willingly tolerate," Peggy says

You open your mouth to say something.

"Hey you two lovebirds finished?" The truck driver calls out to the both of you

You hear the doors to the station burst open.

"Help! Gallows Creek needs help!" A familiar voice echoes through the station

"Leslie?" You stand from your chair

"Y/n, thank god!" Leslie sighs in relief

Your other coworkers began gathering in the lobby.

"Take a breather, and tell us what happened," You say

"Y-yeah, I finished packing the last box in here," You call out to him, "You got the spare key, why don't you head off already?"

Both you and Peggy watch the moving truck drive off.

"I'm going to miss you, you know that?" Peggy breaks the silence

"I know, I'll miss you too," You confess

You notice how Peggy's nails were digging into her skin. You grab the lining of your jacket and remove it from your body to put it over her.

"Thanks y/n," She sighs happily, "Well, I won't keep you. You should get going..."

"Yeah..." You sigh

You could tell that Peggy was doing her best to not cry. You take a step forward as your hand instinctively moves up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. Your palm opens up as you cradle her head; she leans into the touch. You lean forward and place a kiss on her temple. Peggy wasn't able to hold back her tears as she immediately wraps her arms around you. You return the feeling as you try to keep yourself from crying as well.

Now here you were... Tailing Leslie as she leads you all back to Gallows Creek to bring reinforcements to apprehend two killers. One of them you knew... Marie Campbell... You didn't know she had a son. You kept your radio on 189.16; once you were in range of the radio signal.

"Y/n, you're with me, Peggy is wherever the hell Marie is," Leslie says through your com

"Roger that," You follow

+*+

"I... I...," Marie tries to find the right words

You barge the door open with your shoulder, "HENDERSON POLICE! FREEZE!"

"No!" Marie yells, "Henry! get out of there!!"

You pull the trigger, attempting to slow Marie down. However, a familiar scream echoes throughout the gym.

"Peggy!" You yelp

You allow your fellow police officers chase Marie. You didn't really care... Peggy was your priority.

"H-hey Y/n... Long time no see huh?" Peggy chuckles

"Y/n, you stay with Peggy. Get her to the hospital," Leslie tells you

You look down at Peggy again.

"I got a first aid kit in my car," You say

"O-okay... Let's-"

Peggy lets out a gasp as you curl your arms under her midsection and under her knees as you pick her up and bring her out to your car.

"I got you Peg.." You sigh

You kinda knew that she didn't like being called 'Peg', but it was either the current situation you were both in, or any other reason, she never told you not to call her 'Peg'. You felt her head rest against your shoulder as you struggle to open the door.

"I'm leaning you back," You tell her

"Jeez Y/n, calm down, I'm alive," Peggy smiles

"I-I can't... It-it was a stressful night," You nearly fidget with her seatbelt

Peggy reaches and brushes her fingers against your tense knuckles, making you slow down to a stop.

"It's okay," She tells you, buckling in, "I'm okay..."

She groans in pain, "For now..."

You rush into the driver's seat of your car, blaring the sirens as you nearly do a donut out of the school parking lot and onto the road.

"Y/n!" Peggy screams

Her hand clutching her wound and the other on your thigh. Your brain calms your body as you steady the car on the road.

"Sorry," You find a good breathing pattern, "It's been..."

"A stressful night," Peggy finishes your sentence, "You said that already."

+*+

You pace around the waiting room for the doctor to return with Peggy's results. Forrest Nash meets you not too long after.

"Thanks for bringing Peggy here," He gives you his gratitude

"Anytime Forrest," You sigh, "You been okay?"

He nods.

The both of you knew each other well before you moved the year before. You weren't as close to him as you were with Peggy, but you tolerate his company.

"You alright?" He asks, seeing how you were massaging your shoulder

"Yeah," You groan, clearly lying

"You sure you don't want to get that looked at?" He asks

Knowing it'll be a prolonged injury if you don't get it looked at. You had one of the nurses quickly check you out. They concluded that you needed to put your arm in a sling: connected to the shoulder that you used to barge open the school gym doors.

+*+

The both of you stand once the both of you see the doctor walk towards the both of you.

"How is she doc?" You ask

"She'll live," He says

Both you and Forrest sigh in relief.

"Ms. Weaver wants to see you," The doctor points at you specifically, "Alone."

You nod as you begin to follow behind the doctor. However, you stop and turn back to Forrest. However gestures for you to move on. You turn your back to him and continue following the doctor to Peggy's room.

"Hey, Y/n/n," Peggy smiles

The doctor allows youth step in, then shutting the curtain behind them.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, sitting in the visitor chair

"Had better days," She answers

Awkward silence...

Your fingers were intertwined with one another, thumbs fidgeting...

"You... Came back," Peggy breaks the silence

"Well, 'course I did," You lightly chuckle, "I saw how Leslie was panicked, and single mention of your name came out of her mouth... I just dropped everything..."

"Awwww you still care about me," Peggy tries to lighten the situation, but groans from the pain

"I never stopped caring," You say, "Work had been packed, I never had the chance to make a plan to come back and visit you..."

"Well, you haven't missed much," Peggy sighs

"Well, there was one thing..." You say

"Who may that be?" Peggy asks, as if she didn't already know the answer

Your fingers brush against her cheek as you lean forward, placing a kiss onto her forehead. However, you draw your hand away as soon as you hear Forrest clear his throat.

"Sorry, was I interrupting something?" He asks

"No," You lie, "I was just about to head out to catch up with Leslie, see if there's any update with the chase."

+*+

You decided to stay an extra few days in Gallows Creek to provide extra security at the Harvest Festival while your other police friends either went back to Henderson or chased after Marie.

"Hey Peg," You seat yourself at her bedside again, "How are you feeling now?"

"Better, now that you're here," She smiles, "Doctor should be discharging me later today. How was the festival?"

"Like any other festival, Reggie was taking over the KFAM booth, was nice catchin' up with him," You say, "Also, I got this- well, won it... For you."

You awkwardly place the stuffed animal into her lap. You watch her look at it in awe. Even though you have seen better composed toys, but it was a carnival toy... Couldn't get any worse.

"I love it," she smiles up at you

Another session of awkward silence.

"So... When are you going back to Henderson?" She asks

"About that..." You say, running your hand through your hair

"Oh my god... Are you?" She asks, sitting up in her bed

You nod.

+*+

You resigned from Henderson and moved back to Gallows Creek. Considering that they lost their chief, you knew they needed you more than anything.

You began hanging out with Peggy before the both of you would head off to your night shifts in the town.

"Thanks for walking me to the door Y/n/n," She smiles

"Always," You smile back, "I'll be tuning in."

You lean down and place a quick kiss onto her cheek.

+*+

You sit in your office space that was once Martinez' office. Martinez was promoted to Chief whilst you were immediately reinstated into the Gallows Creek Police Department as Deputy. You jolt to the sound of your office door opening: seeing Peggy emerge through it.

"Hey Peg, is something wrong?" You ask, standing up

You begin to grow concerned when you watch her shut and lock the door.

"Whoa hey Peg..." You say, slowly backing up, "Slow down and-"

Before you could tell her to calm down, she crashes herself into you; body, hands and fingers coiled into your hair, lips met.

"P-Peggy- I-" You try to speak

However, she didn't let you. The only time she did pull away was to let the both of you breathe.

"God I've been wanting to do that for awhile," She sighs into a smile

"Same," You sigh back, your arms coiling around her hips

"Why didn't you do anything? I was waiting for you!" Peggy says

"I... I wasn't sure if you were... Interested. Interested in me, women or dating as a whole," You explain

"Oh, Y/n/n," Peggy says, brushing her fingers against your cheek, "You should have picked up the hints!"

She smacks you in the shoulder.

"Okay okay! Ouch!" You yelp, "I'm oblivious!"

"No excuses, you owe me a date!" Peggy says

"Frankly... I owe you a lot of them," You chuckle

"I know, I've been counting," She smiles

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Diverse Sexuality (Comics)

A:

Archie (Comics)

Jughead Jones (Asexual)

B:

Blue Lock (Manga)

Ryusei Shidou (Gay)

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Marvel (Comics)

Aaron Fischer/Captain America (Gay)

Aikku Jokinen (Lesbian)

Alana Jobson/Jackpot (Lesbian)

Alani Ryan/Loa (Bisexual)

Albert Moon Jr./Silk (Gay)

Aldrif Oddinsdottir (Lesbian)

America Chavez (Lesbian)

Aneka (Lesbian)

Annabelle Riggs (Lesbian)

Aura Charles (Bisexual)

Avril Kincaid (Lesbian)

Ayo (Lesbian)

Beatrice Bartholomew/Cyclops-Lass (Unspecified WLW)

Benjamin Deeds/Morph (Gay)

Benjamin Thomas (Asexual, Demiromantic)

Brandon Sharpe/Striker (Gay)

Brunnhilde/Valkyrie (Bisexual)

Carl Valentino/Somnus (Gay)

Carmen Cruz/Gimmick (Lesbian)

Cessily Kincaid/Mercury (Bisexual)

Charlie Cluster (Bisexual)

Charlotte Webber/Sun-Spider (Pansexual)

Christian Frost/White Bishop (Gay)

Christopher O'Leary (Bisexual)

Claire Voyant (Bisexual)

Cloud (Queer)

Cooper Coen/Web-Weaver (Gay)

Cullen Bloodstone (Gay)

Daimon Hellstrom (Bisexual)

Daken Akihiro (Bisexual)

David Alleyne (Bisexual)

Dennis Dunphy (Gay)

Doop (Bisexual)

Elizabeth Braddock/Captain Britain (Bisexual)

Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Lesbian)

Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Bisexual)

Gabe/Bad Guy (Gay)

Gabrielle Diwa (Lesbian)

Gaveedra Seven/Shatterstar (Bisexual)

Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool (Aromantic, Asexual)

Heather Douglas/Moondragon (Lesbian)

Heather Tucker/Tempo (Lesbian)

Hector Baez (Gay)

Hector Pullman (Gay)

Heidi Sladkin/Riot (Lesbian)

Hercules (Gay)

Hercules Panhellenios (Bisexual)

Hiroim (Gay)

Ian Soo/Telekinian (Bisexual)

Irene Adler/Destiny (Bisexual)

Isaac Ikeda/Protector (Gay)

Jacob Oh (Gay)

James Howlett (Gay)

Jamie Rogers (Asexual)

Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar (Gay)

Jennifer Kale (Bisexual)

Jin Joon-Sung/Kid Juggernaut (Gay)

Judah Miller (Gay)

Julie Power/Lightspeed (Bisexual)

Julio Richter (Gay)

Karolina Dean (Lesbian)

Katherine "Kitty" Pryde (Bisexual)

Kolgoth Antares (Gay)

Korg (Gay)

Kyle Jinadu (Gay)

Loki Laufeyson (Bisexual)

Marcus Roston (Gay)

Max Modell (Gay)

Megan Gwynn (Unspecified WLW)

Megan Ogawa/Kappa (Bisexual)

Monica Sellers (Queer)

Morgan Red (Asexual)

Mors (Bisexual + Polyamorous)

Nadia Van Dyne (Asexual, Quoiromantic)

Nathaniel Carver/Hindsight (Gay)

Nico Minoru (Bisexual)

Noh-Varr/Captain Marvel (Bisexual)

Odessa Drake (Lesbian)

Peter Quill/Star-Lord (Bisexual + Polyamorous)

Phyla-Vell/Captain Marvel (Lesbian)

Priscilla "Shay" Smith (Lesbian)

Raven Darkhölme/Mystique (Bisexual)

Raz Malhotra/Giant-Man (Gay)

Rebecca "Rikki" Barnes (Bisexual)

Ren Kimura (Lesbian)

Renata Da Lima/Bouncer (Lesbian)

Robert "Bobby" Drake/Iceman (Gay)

Romeo (Gay)

Roxanne Washington (Lesbian)

Rūna/Valkyrie (Lesbian)

Satana Hellstrom (Bisexual)

Sera/The Hunter Queen (Lesbian)

Simon Lasker/Pyro (Gay)

Sinclair Abbott/Spymaster (Bisexual)

Steck'ee (Pansexual)

Tamara Blake/Iron Cat (Lesbian)

Theodore "Teddy" Kaplan-Altman/Hulkling (Gay)

Thomas "Tommy" Shepherd/Speed (Bisexual)

Toni Ho/Iron Patriot (Lesbian)

Val Ventura/Flatman (Gay)

Victor Borkowski/Anole (Gay)

Victoria Hand (Lesbian)

Vivian Vision (Lesbian)

Vnn (Gay)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Pansexual)

William "Billy" Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan (Gay)

Xavin (Pansexual)

Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma (Lesbian)

Yelena Belova/Black Widow (Asexual, Aromantic)

Ying Liu (Lesbian)

Yukio/Wild One (Bisexual)

Zoe Zimmer/Ms. Marvel (Lesbian)

N:

Nanbaka (Manga)

Jyugo (Bisexual)

Nimona (Graphic Novel)

Ambrosius Goldenloin (Gay)

Ballister Boldheart (Gay)

O:

Our Dreams at Dusk (Manga)

Anonymous (Aromantic, Asexual)

Ilya Tchaiko (Gay)

Kaname Tasuku (Gay)

Saki (Lesbian)

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highlights of April & May

1. Favourite movies: To Kill a Mockingbird (1962), Mildred Pierce (1945) 2. Decent movies I liked / appreciated but not loved: Pat and Mike (1952), Emma. (2020), Suzume no Tojimari (2022), Bullets or Ballots (1936) 3. wtf movie/ending: Rebecca (2020). The movie is so lifeless that even gorgeous locations don't save it. It looks more like a tourist advertising. As far as the ending is concerned, leaving it vague makes the movie feel even more pointless and empty than it already was. 4. Best scenes: the ending / the police station argument in Pat and Mike (1952); 'If I loved you less...; from Emma. (2020); Katharine getting her comeuppance in Working Girl (1988); stealing a corpse from the hospital in Nine to Five (1980); the opening from Mildred Pierce (1945); the courtroom scene in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). 5. Favourite genres: drama, fantasy, comedy, romance. 6. Favourite directors: George Cukor (Pat and Mike, 1952); Makoto Shinkai  (Suzume no Tojimari, 2022); Michael Curtiz (Mildred Pierce, 1945); Robert Mulligan (To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). 7. Favourite actors: Deanna Durbin, Herbert Marshall (Mad About Music, 1938); Spencer Tracy, Katharine Hepburn (Pat and Mike, 1952); Anya Taylor-Joy, Johnny Flynn (Emma., 2020);  Melanie Griffith Harrison Ford Sigourney Weaver Joan Cusack (Working Girl, 1988);  Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, Dolly Parton (Nine to Five, 1980);  Keanu Reeves Ian McShane (John Wick: Chapter 4, 2023); Roger Livesey (I Know Where I'm Going!, 1945); Joan Crawford Ann Blyth (Mildred Pierce, 1945); Edward G. Robinson, Joan Blondell (Bullets or Ballots, 1936); Gregory Peck Brock Peters Mary Badham (To Kill a Mockingbird, 1962); Frank Sinatra, Kim Novak (The Man with the Golden Arm, 1955); Bette Davis (A Stolen Life, 1946). 8. Least favourite performances: Armie Hammer in Rebecca (2020). Not only is it a terrible performance when compared to a master class that was Laurence Olivier, but even in its own right this performance is truly horrendous. It lacks all possible nuance that Maxim's character needs and is overall more a caricature than one of my favourite characters in movie history. 9. The most wasted cast: Lily and Kristin Scott Thomas in Rebecca (2020). I do believe they are capable of giving great performances, but not in this film. It's like a void sucking the talent of otherwise good actors. Also, I don't understant why make Cruella (2021) at all. The actors are fine and all but the entire film is just... wrong. This character is not Cruella, this is not her backstory, it's someone's fanfic. Nothing in the plot makes a lick of sense. Emma Stone, Emma, Joel Fry, Mark Strong. 10. The best wasted premise: Rebecca (2020). A gothic mystery romance. Sign me up... most of the time. You have to try to stuff it up. They managed. 11. Best premise: Suzume no Tojimari (2022). Crazy and brilliant. 12. Favourite cast: Pat and Mike (1952), I guess. I just really love seeing Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy together on screen again. They light up every scene they are in. 13. Favourite on-screen duos: Herbert Marshall x Deanna Durbin in Mad About Music (1938); Katharine Hepburn x Spencer Tracy in Pat and Mike (1952); Anya Taylor-Joy x Johnny Flynn in Emma. (2020); Melanie Griffith x Harrison Ford in Working Girl (1988); Jane Fonda x Lily Tomlin x Dolly Parton in Nine to Five (1980); Keanu Reeves x Donnie Yen in John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023); Sadie Sink x Dylan O'Brien in All Too Well: The Short Film (2021); Joan Crawford x Ann Blyth in Mildred Pierce (1945); Edward G. Robinson x Joan Blondell and Edward G. Robinson x Humphrey Bogart in Bullets or Ballots (1936); Gregory Peck x Mary Badham and Phillip Alford in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962); Frank Sinatra x Kim Novak in The Man with the Golden Arm (1955). 14. Favourite on-screen relationships: Pat Pemberton + Mike Conovan (Pat and Mike, 1952); Emma Woodhouse + George Knightley (Emma., 2020). 15. Favourite characters: for the first time since I've started writing these I know exactly who the best character is. Possibly the best character of the entire year. Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). I adore this man for his reserve, conviction, strength, love, patience, compassion. He is the most inspirational character I can think of. Gloria Harkinson, Richard Todd / "Mr. Harkinson" (Mad About Music, 1938); Pat Pemberton, Mike Conovan (Pat and Mike, 1952);  Emma Woodhouse, George Knightley (Emma., 2020); Suzume Iwato (Suzume no Tojimari, 2022); Bruce Wayne / Batman (Batman: Mask of the Phantasm, 1993); Doralee Rhodes (Nine to Five, 1980); Caine (John Wick: Chapter 4, 2023); Roger Livesey (I Know Where I'm Going!, 1945); Mildred Pierce, Veda Pierce Forrester (Mildred Pierce, 1945); Detective Johnny Blake (Bullets or Ballots, 1936); Atticus Finch, Scout, Jem (To Kill a Mockingbird, 1962). 15. Favourite quote: You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. (To Kill a Mockingbird, 1962). 16. Favourite fact discovered in 2023: I have a couple. Gregory Peck and Mary Badham formed a life-long friendship on the set of To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). Harper Lee and Truman Capote's real-life friendship was also depicted in the film. 17. The most overrated film: like half of them? Rebecca (2020) is terrible; Working Girl (1988) is a bit cringe; Nine to Five (1980) is ALL cringe; John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023) is okay but not a masterpiece; I Know Where I'm Going! (1945) has the most annoying protagonist; Highlander (1986) is a bit meh. I'll go with Cruella (2021) because it has no right to even exist. 18. The most disappointing film: Rebecca (2020). 19. The biggest surprise: Gregory Peck and the entire To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). An introspective character study. Truly deep and meeningful, masterfully written, diracted and acted. What do they say? They don't make them like they used to? Indeed they don't. 20. Best cinematography: The absolute best one is Ernest Haller for Mildred Pierce (1945). Cinematography in that film is breathtaking. It's one of the best-looking noirs I've ever seen and that is saying something as I've seen about a hundred of them. Honourable mentions go to Erwin Hillier (I Know Where I'm Going!, 1945); Russell Harlan (To Kill a Mockingbird, 1962). 21. Best set design: George James Hopkins (Mildred Pierce, 1945). 22. Best costume design: Mildred Pierce and Working Girl (1988). 23. Best music: Nine to Five (1980) just because the song is an absolute smash hit! I have had it on repeat for years. 24. Best prooduction choice: cinematography, costumes and casting in Mildred Pierce (1945). Joan Crawford is a knockout! Also, everything about To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). 25. Worst production choice: making Rebecca (2020). Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to remake a Hitchcock classic? Was 1998's Psycho not enough? But also, they made it in the brightest possible colours. It's supposed to be a dark mystery almost horror and it looks like a Taylor Swift music video. Moreover, the costumes are truly baffling. They don't look 1930s at all and paired with rainbow colours all the style of the story or the 1940's adaptation is gone. Just by looking at it, you'd confuse it for a modern melodrama. I can't leave it at one. The whole existance of Cruella (2021) annoys me. Such a pretentious and irritating film! The obnoxious costume design is one of those notoriously bad production choices. 26. Film of the month: To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). There isn't a single doubt in my mind.Mildred Pierce (1945) is a close second, also quite a gem of a film.

[celaenamyers]

about me & links

Hi! I´m Celaena Myers, although you can call me Celae. I'm 20 years old, so yeah... Kinda old, but not THAT old.

I appreciate the interactions and comments, I promise I don't bite.

Some quick facts about me:

» I'm from Argentina and I speak three languages: Spanish, English and German.

» Like: bg3, marvel, lady gaga, tea, whales, enemies to lovers, romantasy/fantasy books, to write reviews about what I read, dracula retellings and to spend time outside with a good standalone.

» Dislike: unexpected pregnancy and miscommunication trope.

Now, MY BOOKS (currently available):

The Love Weaver: Check the trigger warnings! IN PROGRESS

For years, Katria Dawn gazed out her small window, praying to the Gods for freedom. Trapped under the oppressive rule of her father, Lord Kallias, she longed for a life beyond the walls of their estate. When her brother Gabriel suggests a journey from Neverwinter to Baldur's Gate, she believes her wish has finally been granted. However, fate has different plans. After surviving a shipwreck and waking up alongside a warrior named Lae'zel, Katria is thrust into an adventure that will test her strength, unravel long-kept secrets, and redefine what freedom truly means.

» An AU-Short Story where creatures made of shadows and a pure heart are destinated to be together.

Astarion x Sewing, TLW fact

Captain America's Soulmate: Check the trigger warnings! IN PROGRESS

Numa knew she wouldn’t live to see forty: the disease had firmly taken root in her blood and weakened her body. She understood that she had to accept her fate. Tired of her family’s pity and overprotection, she decides to flee, distancing herself from the imminent end society expects for her. In her exile, she is approached by a secret organization offering her the chance to participate in an experimental treatment that could save her life. So, she accepts, unaware that she has condemned her humanity and her memories.

Steve Rogers, known as Captain America, wakes up after being frozen in ice for 70 years. While struggling to adapt to a world completely different from the one he left behind, he will encounter stories similar to Numa’s, unaware that he is destined to love her.

» An AU where Steve Rogers, searching for someone to help him adapt to the new world, finds a woman who inspires in him dreams long forgotten and a sense of peace.

The Fugitives, 89P13: Check the trigger warnings! COMPLETE & REUPLOADING.

Adaline knew two things: she wasn’t human, thanks to Denarian Hassan, and she had no way of returning home. With the pain of not knowing how to find her family, the woman decided to start a new life after escaping from the clutches of her creator, unaware that years later, the Bounty Hunters Association would issue a warrant for her capture.

When Rocket Raccoon receives an alert about a large reward for the head of a mutant, he doesn’t hesitate to make his way to the planet Atlas. However, the bounty hunter will find there more than just a simple fugitive.

» An AU-Short Story that tells the origins of Rocket Raccoon (as a human) before he eventually becomes part of the Guardians of the Galaxy, and a fugitive who will teach him what it means to be a man.

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Desktop Disko's 99 - 2024 #02

Youtube Musicvideo Playlist: DD’s Top 100 Playlist - 2024 #02

01 Yard Act feat. Katy J. Pearson: When the Laughter Stops 02 Ão: More 03 The Mysterines: Stray 04 Dua Lipa: Training Season 05 Still Corners: The Dream 06 Jessica Pratt: Life Is 07 Depeche Mode: Before We Drown 08 Kali Uchis & Peso Pluma: Igual que un Ángel 09 Novastar: Look at You Now 10 Britti: Lullaby

11 Rosie Frater-Taylor: Give & Take 12 Luna Shadows: Little Rituals 13 Amatorski: 20/04 14 Kacey Musgraves: Deeper Well 15 Lo Moon: Water 16 Rachel Chinouriri: Never Need Me 17 Yard Act: We Make Hits 18 English Teacher: Albert Road 19 Abigail Rose: Run Girl 20 Maggie Rogers: Don't Forget Me

21 Another Sky: I Never Had Control 22 The Lemon Twigs: My Golden Years 23 The Last Dinner Party: Caesar on a TV Screen 24 Phoebe Go: 7 Up 25 Purple Disco Machine x ÁSDÍS: Beat of Your Heart 26 The Blinders: Swallowing Static 27 Drahla: Default Parody 28 Grace Cummings: On and On 29 Raven Numan: My Reflection 30 Bwana: Lonely Happy

31 The Beatles: Now and Then 32 Vampire Weekend: Capricorn 33 Norah Jones: Running 34 Dua Lipa: Houdini 35 Billy Joel: Turn the Lights Back On 36 Caroline Polachek feat. Weyes Blood: Butterfly Net 37 Night Tapes: Loner 38 Royel Otis: Foam 39 Leona Naess: Tailspin 40 The Warning: S!CK

41 Lézard: Je vais, tu vas 42 Skunk: 2 Wicky 43 DellaXOZ: Don't Do It 44 St. Vincent: Broken Man 45 Ibibio Sound Machine: Got to Be Who U Are 46 Waxahatchee: Bored 47 Suki Waterhouse: OMG 48 Low Hum: Only If You Say So 49 And They Spoke in Anthems: Leave 50 Jade Bird feat. Mura Masa: Burn the Hard Drive

51 Grandaddy: Long as I'm Not the One 52 The Black Crowes: Wanting and Waiting 53 Goat Girl: ride around 54 Bat for Lashes: The Dream of Delphi 55 Hurray for the Riff Raff: Hawkmoon 56 Novastar: Wrong - Abbey Road Version 57 Pearl Jam: Dark Matter 58 Richard Hawley: Two for His Heels 59 Maya Hawke: Missing Out 60 The Smile: Friend of a Friend

61 Elbow: Lovers' Leap 62 Holly Macve: 1995 63 lotusbliss: Tear Me Apart 64 Loverman feat. Daisy Ray: Would 65 OMD: Kleptocracy 66 Wallows: Your Appartment 67 Khruangbin: May Ninth 68 Norah Jones: Staring at the Wall 69 Lauren Eve Scheff: Nothing to Prove 70 Samantha Savage Smith: Wholesomely Made

71 Warpaint: Common Blue 72 Sevana: Lowe Mi - 2K24 Re-Release 73 Mooneye: Too Fast 74 Saya Gray: AA Bouquet for Your 180 Face 75 The Church: A Strange Past 76 Beth Gibbons: Floating on a Moment 77 The Black Keys: I Forgot to Be Your Lover 78 DIIV: Brown Paper Bag 79 Iskander Moon: Berlin 80 Benni: September 20

81 Sunday (1994): Tired Boy 82 Magnets: Speak 83 Jane Weaver: Romantic Worlds 84 Rosegarden Funeral Party: Doorway Ghost 85 Bobbi: Last Ride 86 Faye Webster feat. Lil Yachty: Lego Ring 87 Social Dance: Sometimes 88 Madison Galloway: Love Like Yours 89 Paul Weller: Soul Wandering 90 Keaper: Alone

91 Bolis Pupul with Salah Pupul: Ma Tau Wai Road 92 PJ Harvey: Seem an I 93 Freeze the Fall: Glitch 94 Juliet Ivy: We're All Eating Each Other 95 Dahlias: Ella 96 Aili: Fashion 97 Alycia Lang: Bad Luck 98 Newmoon: Crazing 99 Kevin Holliday: Brown Eyes

[danortizdigital]

Creative Review 09

Here’s a quick look back at the Creative happenings and hot topics of the week.

#CreativeReview is a one-stop cheat sheet of everything that happened this week in the digital media world - it’s a weekly summary for creatives, written by creatives and it’s a free/quick read with no registration and we won’t add you to some annoying list that’s impossible to unsubscribe to promise.

Trailer Beat

Foundation, Season 2 Apple TV, July 14 Jared Harris, Lee Pace, Lou Llobell, Leah Harvey, Laura Birn

More than a century after the Season 1 finale, tension mounts throughout the galaxy. As the Cleons unravel, a vengeful queen plots to destroy the Empire from within.

Landscape with Invisible Hand MGM, In Theaters, August Asante Blackk, Kylie Rogers, Tiffany Haddish

Welcome to the future, where the entertainment is us. Based on the acclaimed novel.

Wildflower Hulu, June 23 Kiernan Shipka, Alexandra Daddario, Brad Garrett, Reid Scott, Jacki Weaver, Jean Smart

Based on a true story, Wildflower is a coming-of-age film that follows Bea Johnson from birth to graduation as she navigates life with two intellectually disabled parents and an extended family who can't quite agree on the best way to help.

Global Creative Spotlight

Tencent: Legends Live Forever Tencent’s In-House agency created a spot with hand-drawn animation to shine a light on the classic tales that have carried on China’s cultural values for over five thousand years and served as a beacon for those seeking a cultural compass by introducing classic Chinese literature to a new audience inspiring readers to create their own reimagined and newly expressed classic tales.

VOX Cinemas: Live it instead of watching it Egypt’s VOX Cinema is promoting the premium Large Format theater-going experience in their new ad campaign emphasizing the theater chain’s bigger screen and clearer sound that makes fans feel truly immersed in movies.

Jason Momoa: Chief Island Officer

Following Kevin Hart vacating his position as CIO, Jason Momoa has a new job: Chief Island Officer of Yas Island in Abu Dhabi - need we say more except, where does one apply?

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem Booth at Argentina Comic Con 2023

The Paramount/UIP booth at Argentina Comic Con 2023 offered an immersive experience for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fans recreating the iconic lair of the Ninja Turtles for over 80,000 attendees.

Land of Wood and Water/Adidas Originals by Wales Bonner

Adidas Originals by Wales Bonner Spring Summer 2023 celebrates the sights, sounds, and people of Jamaica.​ Traversing the land of wood and water, the spot pays homage to the island’s intimate connections between landscape and cultural identity.​

Uber Eats x Visa: Delivery Sustainability

Uber Eats is partnering with Visa on a B2B small business program designed to support small- and medium-sized businesses on the Uber Eats platform in their transition to greener and more sustainable packaging solutions.

IIID-I: 3D in ideas

Brazil’s School/AtlantisLSN created a brand identity spot for IIID-I an innovative 3D printing company demonstrating the different possibilities of IIID-I in an innovative and futuristic way.

Vanderpump Rules by the Numbers

Brandy Johnson breaks down Vanderpump Rules' scandal-filled Season 10

And, here's our season end scorecard to see how the Sur-vers and company fared this season:

Finally...

End your week with a smile by watching this kid perform the viral hit Peaches from the Super Mario Bros. Movie at his first-grade talent show - read Cairo's full story here and in the meantime, good luck getting this out of your head.

[martianbugsbunny]

Rogers and Weaver being the partner to husband pipeline>>>>>

[nropay-is-moving]

OTP Quote thing #42 (*whispers*: Rogers and Weaveeerrr)

42. “oh thank goodness… I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

I have so many problem maintain this prompt not to became a multiply pages comic….

like, I have SO many idea for this and all of them are a story idea…. like, hurt/comfort thing with a really tough murder/missing person case. Rogers trying so hard to be a good boi and work hard, but all the stress are eating him alive. Weaver, about to go back to his flat but decided to stay and help HIS good boi. and Rogers has a break down or something and it end in a hug.

….all the idea sound so good in my head lmao.

OTP QUOTES CHALLENGE

[ronearoundblindly]

Sneak Peek

Steve Rogers x fashion designer!reader

Threadbare, blurb from the upcoming finale WC ~500

You’re nervous, but it’s hard not to be.

Steve sent a text five minutes ago saying he’s almost to the shop, so instead of pacing around upstairs, you made your way down and are locking up.

Above you flutters the reflective blue tarp over the window Steve broke into nearly two weeks ago, but that only makes you smile.

The whirlwind of a successful show—one where not only did you kill it on stage, no one actually died—has brought a wave of press and a lovely flood of new clientele, men who would never have thought to bother with your designs when they’d only ever seen you cater to bulky physiques. It’s an honor (and a testament to the efficacy of Tony Stark’s stupid manipulation) to dress more and more unique souls.

The media buzz has kept you busy enough that all four of your employees have been at work at least six days a week, but that’s also because you were finishing the trimmings of Captain America’s suit for this Gala and fashioning an entirely new gown of your own. People can’t stop talking about the fashionable woman fielding bullets with no training. Lately, the press likes to think of you as the amateur engineer version of Black Widow. You’ve been dubbed the ‘Red Weaver’ by some shitty blog that got traction in the messy aftermath of your show.

You couldn’t really care less. You got to spend that night--and the day after--isolated in the upstairs bubble of your studio with Steve Rogers.

The new nickname, however, gave you the idea for your dress. You knew you would want to compliment Steve’s patriotic palette, but since you’re not very well going to rewear the gown from your show, you’ve leaned into the Red Weaver/Black Widow persona and built an ombre gown. It has a cheeky casualness compared to your date’s formal three-piece, double-breasted, matching overcoat ensemble.

It’s all very fancy and promotable.

In truth, you prefer ‘Button,’ specifically being Steve’s Button, and tonight that is exactly and entirely what you get to be: a button on Cap’s handsome arm.

It’s Hellfire Night.

There’s a crackle of road gravel as the limousine pulls right up to your curb, but you don’t see Steve first. Sam Wilson pops his head and torso out of the sunroof with a beaming white smile.

“Ah yes, the woman of the hour,” he coos before glancing back down into the backseat. “Close your mouth, buddy. You’re gonna swallow a bug.”

You giggle and approach the shiny black car. The door latch opens from the inside.

“You look ama—“

Thud. Steve whacks his head on the door rim trying to step out.

“Oh gosh, are you okay?” You make it to him just as Steve stands up straight on the sidewalk.

It’s easy and instinctive, meant to be, the way his hands settle against your arms and sweep down to hold your delicately gloved hands.

“You’re stunning,” Steve whispers.

A/N: Guys. Guys. I am LITERALLY losing my sh*t over the cuteness in this. You are not prepared. I'm just warning you!

Threadbare Masterlist

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[usafphantom2]

DURING THE EARLY DAYS OF TESTING FOR THE LEGENDARY SR-71 BLACKBIRD, THERE WERE SOME HARROWING MISHAPS, THE DETAILS OF WHICH HAVE RARELY COME TO LIGHT.

ON JANUARY 25, 1966, TEST PILOT BILL WEAVER AND LOCKHEED FLIGHT TEST RECONNAISSANCE AND NAVIGATION SYSTEMS SPECIALIST JIM ZWAYER EXPERIENCED THEIR PLANE VANISHING AROUND THEM WHILE EXECUTING A TURN… AT MORE THAN 2,400 MILES PER HOUR. Butch Sheffield my father was in the flight control center when he got the call about this SR 71 breaking apart. He was told the details about Jim breaking his neck so Dad said Jim in a way saved his life. When he was forced to eject from an SR 71, April 13, 1967. He pushed his head back fighting against the G-forces so that he wouldn’t break his neck.

The most memorable flight occurred on Jan. 25, 1966. Jim Zwayer, a Lockheed flight test reconnaissance and navigation systems specialist, and I were evaluating those systems on an SR-71 Blackbird test from Edwards AFB, Calif. We also were investigating procedures designed to reduce trim drag and improve high-Mach cruise performance. The latter involved flying with the center-of-gravity (CG) located further aft than normal, which reduced the Blackbird’s longitudinal stability.

We took off from Edwards at 11:20 a.m. and completed the mission’s first leg without incident. After refueling from a KC-135 tanker, we turned eastbound, accelerated to a Mach 3.2 cruise speed, and climbed to 78,000 ft., our initial cruise-climb altitude.

Several minutes into the cruise, the right engine inlet’s automatic control system malfunctioned, requiring a switch to manual control.

Without proper scheduling, disturbances inside the inlet could result in the shock wave being expelled forward–a phenomenon known as an “inlet unstart.”

The ejection seat had never left the airplane; I had been ripped out of it by the extreme forces, seat belt, and shoulder harness still fastened.

“Can I help you?” a voice said. Did I hear things? I must be hallucinating. Then I looked up and saw a guy walking toward me, wearing a cowboy hat. A helicopter was idling a short distance behind him. If I had been at Edwards and told the search-and-rescue unit that I would bail out over the Rogers Dry Lake at a particular time, a crew couldn’t have gotten to me as fast as that cowboy pilot had.

The gentleman was Albert Mitchell, Jr., owner of a vast cattle ranch in northeastern New Mexico. I had landed about 1.5 mi. from his ranch house–and from a hangar for his two-place Hughes helicopter

Bill Weaver was an SR 71 test flight pilot; he survived the crash. There were problems with the Faceplate on his helmet that needed to be corrected.. At 80,000 feet the temperature outside is -65°. Which is near the maximum altitude of a potential bail-out.

Bill Weaver was unable to see out of his face plate because of the ice buildup. An ejection out of the world's fastest man-breathing airplane is scary enough but not being able to see is terrifying!

His face plate was frozen. The result of this accident a heated face plate was manufactured, that required a battery pack and that worked.

There were several more accidents over the next 20+ years and all of the Air Force officers would survived their ejections. The only unfortunate death occurred to a test pilot who broke his neck.. Mitchell said he’d check on Jim. He climbed into his helicopter, flew a short distance away and returned about 10 min. later with devastating news: Jim was dead. Apparently, he had suffered a broken neck during the aircraft’s disintegration and was killed instantly. Mitchell said his ranch foreman would soon arrive to watch over Jim’s body until the authorities arrived. here is the rest of the article where I found most of the information. chuckyeager.org/news/sr-71-dis…

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X