#The last time black butler had new media

[lovelylittlewordsmith]

Does anyone know how exactly to watch the new season premiere as an English speaker? Do I need to subscribe to Crunchyroll or another platform?

#I've been so excited for the premiere that I forgot how to figure out exactly how to watch it lol #The last time black butler had new media #I was able to buy tickets to the book of the atlantic movie #but a new season premiere is all new territory to me #thank you to anyone that can help #black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #public school arc #black butler public school arc #black butler season 4 #kuroshitsuji public school arc #kuroshitsuji season 4

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The delicate beginning rush- imagine

Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her

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Some things are meant to be - chapter 13 (y/n) pov

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: age gap (10 years), fluff

Plot: (y/n) was secretly asked to be part of the Elvis Soundtrack and perform live at the Cannes premiere, this is Austin’s reaction to it.

Word count: 1900

Austin's point of view

The clapping started a while ago and it doesn't seem to stop. I have tears in my eyes, salt streams running down my cheeks as I look up, thanking my mom's spirit, Elvis's and God. In my whole two decades long career I've never felt this type of happiness and relief. The room is just filled with this beautiful energy, there's happiness flowing in the air, but there's a heaviness to it all, as everyone seems to be holding back tears. I turn to my left and hug Olivia briefly, whispering a sincere "thank you" in her ear, moving further through the crowd, hugging everyone in sight. I'm overwhelmed with people's reaction and I'm joyful to accept every compliment and hug, but there's this gaping hole in my heart, like something is missing. I can't put my finger on what it is, but in the back of my mind there's this voice telling me exactly what I'm longing for.

She couldn't be here, how could she? She's not my girlfriend publicly, she's not involved with the movie, as far the public knew, she's had no excuse to come to the premiere, even though I wanted it so bad.

As soon as my mind circles back to her, I can't help but wish this would all be over so I could go back to my hotel room and call her, hear her voice, tell how proud I am of her singing, how hearing her voice brought me to tears. I just know (y/n) and Baz must of worked really hard to keep this a secret, not only from the media, but from me as well. I smile to myself thinking about all those times I asked her about the secret project she was working on and she would simply smile, saying I'll know soon enough.

I reach my hand into my jacket, looking for my phone to see if she answered my text, more like hoping she did, but before I can, a hand touches my shoulder. "Austin, everyone back in their seats, there's one last surprise." Baz announces, directing me back to my seat next to him. The room goes completely silent and all the lights go out, leaving us in pitch black. There's some ruffling noise, then a deep breath echoes through the theater. Soft piano starts playing and a single light shines on the floor, bringing into focus a white piano, a replica of the one Elvis had in Graceland. The breath gets caught in the back of my throat as my eyes make out who's playing.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in...But I can't help falling in love with you"

(Y/n)'s enchanting voice fills the room, making my heart throb. She looks beautiful, in a dark blue gown, with silver stars on it. Her soft hair is pulled back and she has glitter all over her face, which sparkles with every movement of her head. She has her eyes closed, singing softly, her delicate fingers brushing the piano keys.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes. Some things are...meant to be"

I can't take my eyes off of her and my feet carry me out of my chair unconsciously. New tears form in my eyes and I try to blink them away, but all that effort goes out the window when she turns her head to the audience. She opens up her beautiful eyes, searching the audience, spotting me immediately, since I'm the only one standing. (Y/n)'s eyes glimmer in the light, tears glossing them. She smiles at me, a single tear sliding down her round rosy cheek and onto the piano keys.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you"

She keeps singing, looking into my eyes, smiling bright and blinking through the tears. I'm wiping away my own tears, feeling the thud of my heart against my chest. All I see is her, all I hear is her, all I want is her. It's so strange to try and explain, to try and understand, this undeniable attraction I feel for her. I watch her and I'm intrigued by her presence, by her ability to wield such power. In the months since I've met her, she's consumed my every thought, I fall asleep dreaming about her eyes and I wake up imagining I hear her voice.

I hate playing pretend, the whole fake relationship thing is really starting to piss me off. I wish I could just run up to her, lift her up in my arms and spin her around, kiss her plush lips.

"For I can't help falling in love with you..."

As she finishes the song, I'm left with this feeling, the feeling that she was somehow singing to me and I realize how much I wish that were true. As people start clapping and standing, cheering her on, I understand the weight that's sitting on my heart. I've fallen in love with her. There's no denying, that I want her to be my everything, I feel it in all my bones. She's my one.

Baz shakes me awake, hugging me, asking me what I thought of the performance. I'm speechless, I smile and say some gibberish that doesn't make much sense. My feet burn in my shoes, I want to move so bad, to go be by her side.

Before I can stop myself, I'm moving, making a bee line for her, focusing only on her. I love the way her face lights up when we lock eyes, I love the blush that comes to her cheeks, I love the way her lips stretch over her teeth in the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I come to a stop, standing a few inches away from her, looking at her, forcing my hands to stay unmoved at my sides. "I-" she opens her mouth to say, but she's interrupted by Baz, coming form behind me.

"(Y/n) oh my, I have goosebumps all over, that was so beautiful, congratulations." She looks down, fidgeting with her dress. "Thank you, Baz, it means a lot." (Y/n) says smiling, sniffing a bit. I open my mouth to give my congratulations to her as well, but I'm once more interrupted, this time by Priscilla, handing her a tissue so she could wipe away her tears. "Here you go, honey, a beautiful performance, Elvis would be happy to see his legacy carried this way." Priscilla says and I see on (y/n)'s face how proud she feels hearing this.

Before I know it a photographer comes at us. "Smile!" He says and I drag her by the waist, keeping her close to my side. My fingers absentmindedly dance over the soft fabric of her dress and I feel her tense under my touch, smirking to myself, loving that I have this effect on her. "Miss, one picture over at the piano please, Mr Butler, join her at the piano please." The photographer directs and she moves, holding the front of her dress up. I sit down next to her, helping her arrange the skirt of the dress as she whispers a soft "thank you".

I smile for the camera, but being this close to her, does things to me, I can't explain, so I find my hand fumbling around for the slit of her dress, finding it and placing the palm of my hand on her knee. I hear the way her breath gets caught in her chest and I play it cool, praying no one would dare look under the piano.

After a couple of photos, I'm unfortunately pulled away into conversation with someone and she gathers up her dress and leaves. I feel this energy pulling at my insides, like a string that ties me to her and putting distance between us, hurts. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her talking to Kaia and it's now that I wish I had supernatural hearing, because I know how she feels about the whole fake relationship thing, I know she understands, but I also know she hates it.

I have to focus my attention back to my conversation and reply, mentally sighing when the person loses interest and leaves. I turn around and see her walking up to me, her closeness making my heart race. "Austin..." my name sounds so good coming out of her mouth, if I could hear only one thing for the rest of my life, it would be her saying my name over and over again. I smile at her and she bites her lip, causing a groan to bubble in my throat, but I stop it before it's too late. "You're so beautiful, can I hug you?" I need to feel her warmth against my body, it's been too long since I had the chance to. Her eyes wonder around the room, probably looking for people watching our interaction. "Thank you, I- do you think we could?" It breaks my heart that the right answer it's probably no, but I'm so hungry for her touch, I can't think logically. "I think it's just a hug.." I shrug, knowing full well it's not just a hug. "Ok" she replies.

That's all I need, to scoop her up in my arms, squeezing her tight, lifting her feet off the ground and burying my face in the crook of her neck. (Y/n) tenses in my arms and I know she's overthinking this, I know she's scared someone might see, but I can't bring myself to care. "Too much Austin, people will see!" She warns, speaking into my ear, causing shivers to travel down my spine.

"Let them, I couldn't give a fuck!" It's like I'm drunk, my head is fuzzy and I can't think straight. My senses are drowned in her floral scent, her soft hair brushing against my cheek, driving me crazy, as I'm having a hard time not lacing my fingers through her hair. I squeeze her tighter, almost wishing she could melt into me and be forever close. "Aus, baby please, not now, not like this, you just had the longest standing ovation in the festival's history, don't ruin your moment." She tries to reason with me and I can't deny her. The proud tone in her voice making me want to cry again, her opinion matters so much to me.

Slowly I loosen my arms and place her back on the ground, physically hurting when I no longer have her flush to my chest. Sighing I drop my arms to my side, like a child trying to be good after doing something they shouldn't have. I bite my lip and look her up and down, taking in her beauty. "Are you coming to the after party?" Part of me wishes she wouldn't, because I don't know how I'll be able to control myself around her, when there's alcohol involved.

"No, I'm tired, I flew here from Canada, we wrapped filming yesterday." (Y/n) explains and I simply nod, feeling a bit thankful, but now wishing that I wasn't going either. "Where are you staying?" I ask, hoping it's the same hotel as mine, but she doesn't say, she just smirks wiggling her brows at me, making me chuckle. "Have fun at the party!" She pats my arm and turns around walking away before I can get another word out.

As I watch her walk away, I realize something, I realize that I don't ever want to live in a world where she's not mine and I'm not hers, because I'm unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

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[ranaissingle]

Coffee or Tea pt.1

Part 2

Part 3

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Summary: Coffee Shop AU where the reader goes to the same coffee shop often to read books, study, or just drink tea and stare at the walls lol. The reader notices Austin and chaos ensues Rating: M (nothing in this chapter but other things will come later)

Pairings: Austin Butler x fem!reader Word Count: 519

Warnings: age-gap (VERY CONSENSUAL THO) Authors Note: She is 21 so there WILL BE an age gap between her and Austin and that will be addressed throughout the story multiple times. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to click away. Also for the sake of this story, we are going to pretend that Elvis is available to watch online without pirating it haha. This fic will be multiple parts but I wouldn't call it a slow burn either. This is the first fanfic that I am posting so be nice to me plssssss.                                          

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 College was never enjoyable save for the afternoons that y/n spent in the embrace of a comfy chair and a mug of tea while she tackled her latest homework from her Organic Chemistry class. She always seemed to spend hours at the coffee shop pouring over anatomical diagrams and periodic tables. She occupied the same table so often that the staff became accustomed to her drink order and preference for pastries.

      So here y/n sat, at the same chair, with the same drink, and the same textbooks, studying just like she always did. And like clockwork, another person came to that same coffee shop just as often as y/n and he always noticed her in the corner of the store with a crinkle in her brow and a chewed-up pen in her mouth. Austin Butler was by all means a shy guy, so much so that even though he saw her every. single. time. he came in, he had not yet said a single word to her. Even though he desperately wanted to.

~ 5 months ago ~

      It was June. And it was hot. So hot in fact, that y/n simply could not take it any longer and decided to take haven inside Crazy Love Café. Despite the weather outside, y/n smiled at the familiar barista as she went up to the front desk.

" Hey y/n! The usual?"

" Yes please!" Her reply came swiftly as she denoted it with another small smile. She paid and sat at her usual spot with a book she planned to read as well as her computer.

" ORDER FOR Y/N. A MOROCCAN MINT TEA WITH SUGAR"

     She couldn't help the smile that graced her face as took a sip of her drink and settled down in the comfy chair to start watching her movie on her computer. The Elvis movie had come out last month and being an avid listener to said singer meant that y/n was required to view this film. So, y/n propped up her computer, opened the streaming website, and put the movie to play, unbeknownst to her, the very actor in the movie had also stumbled into the same coffee to avoid the scorching heat.

     He ordered his coffee and unknowingly sat quite close to the girl viewing his movie.

“ ORDER FOR AUSTIN. BLACK COFFEE!’

    Austin relaxed back into his chair with his coffee and phone resolving to scroll through social media to pass the time. Austin eyed the décor of the shop. It was a quant café with renaissance paintings framed in gold hanging from every wall. Plants scattered the floor as well as the walls and the windows seemed to reflect the sunlight into rainbows onto the wood floor. He followed the reflection of one such rainbow to the face of a girl.

woah

      The first thought that came to Austin’s mind was soft. She looked so very soft. His eyes strayed to her computer only to find her watching, his movie? She was watching.. his movie? Austin immediately faced forward before he was caught zoning out on a girl that was watching his movie.

~ To be Continued~

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Part 2 here!

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Bite Back Part 5

Part 6- https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlediarys-stuff/744448077812940800/bite-back-part-6?source=share

“A car crash?” She said,

“Yes, after you fell asleep there was a car crash that happened right in front of us,” Alfead said as he poured a cup of chamomile tea and gave her some pain killer to Amaka telling her it would help with the headaches. That’s one thing Amaka loved about the old man; he could just look at her and tell something was wrong. Once he found out what was wrong he would do everything in his power to fix it. “I actually almost hit one of the cars and almost hit us too but I was able to maneuver around it at the last second.”

Amaka signed and decided to slouch in the chair a bit. She could only act like this in front of Alfred. She was able to completely relax and it helped that the butler was able to take the hint to be quiet which combined with the tea and painkiller she felt her headache get a little better.

She stayed like that for hours taking a sip of tea even now and then. She watches Alfead leave and enter the kitchen to check up on her rather than leave to do more work. When she had her final sip of tea she wanted to pour a bit more. She put her cup down on the cup just to find out another weird thing was happening.

Her mug was sticking to her hand.

I just love life right now.

The girl kept on shaking her hand to make the mug come off but it didn’t. She was only able to come off when she slammed the mug into the table.

“Yea I love life,” She replied. She went to fetch the nearest boom just to find out that would stick too.

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Around 1pm Amaka asked Alfead to drop her at the downtown where she wanted to visit her hairdresser. The old man didn’t really want to drop her but she was able to convince him somehow.

“You think you can dye my hair from red to black?” Amaka asked.

“Yes it would take a few tries but it would work.” The lady hairdresser said. “But that red hair you have looked before is the perfect shade of red.”

Amaka couldn't lie that her hair looks pretty good. If she wasn't Bruce's daughter she probably would have kept it. If Bruce found her walking around with red hair out of nowhere she was afraid if he would judge her or what would the media think?

Actually, I don’t think the news knows I exist?

“Can you also cut it too? Like 5 inches” Amaka asked.

“As a hairdresser who needs money, yes I would cut it but as a fellow black woman living in this world I would like to tell you it takes a long time for you to grow your hair this much.”

She thought about it a bit. “You're right, but just maybe 2 inches instead, and can you also put my hair in a cute hairstyle.”

“Don't worry sweetheart, I’ll make sure you look just like a princess after.”

During the whole process, Amaka was deep in thought. The sudden power? The physical changes? It was something out of a comic book.

Like when a character goes to some lab and some accident happens and they get power, just like-

She went to a lab yesterday. Did she have an accident? Yes, she did! She got bit by something probably a spider. And now she has power.

It’s okay Amaka, nothing bad is going to happen. Everything will be okay.

She was practically lying to herself.

“Sweetheart, what’s with the bump on the back of your neck?” The hairdresser asked.

“A bump?”

“It looks like a spider bite? Just bigger.”

“Hey is it okay if I check it out in the bathroom?”

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When Amaka made it to the bathroom her heart was beating too fast for her liking. She went to stand in front of the mirror. She used her hand to feel the bump. It was the same place where she got bitten. Before she could think probably she decided it was a good idea to try to pop it.

She felt something come out. She begins to try to see what it is. So she started pulling slowly on it. It kept going and going, it looked like a spider web. No, it was definitely a webinar. By the time she she made it to the end, she pulled out at least 4 feet of the web. She took notice of how sticky this stuff was and it was thicker than usual.

At this moment she realized that she couldn’t pretend everything was normal anymore.

When she left the salon her red curls turned back to black and got shorter. She decides to walk around the city for a few hours. Just to think about life and her powers.

So I’m I dying or something?

She walked into some random store. It was filled with people and candles. Frankly, she didn’t know why she walked in.

She looked at the candles everyone looked unique and smelt different. It actually made her head hurt a bit more.

May I should buy one for Mr. Alfred?

She started to pay more attention she hoped she would find something the old man would like. She was looking at candles it felt like a beach but she didn’t think it suited the butler. In her preview vision, she saw a pretty light brown one with a house entered into the glass. She reached out her hand a bit.

A web came out and the candle was in her hand.

A web came out?

A WEB CAME OUT OF HER HAND?

Okay, I officially lived long enough to see everything. But at least this is a cool superpower, I guess.

Note: So i was think about Amaka having so sort of mentor just like peter in the mcu. Lowkey the reason why I posted this was because it was my birthday.

#bruce wayne x daughter!reader #alfred pennyworth #batsis x batfam #spidersona #into the spider verse

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Fandom List 2 — Whumpy Works created for the Multimedia Summer Exchange in the Whumplovers Collaborate server

This list features Whumpy art and writing for the following fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Call of Duty, Banana Fish, Doki Doki Literature Club!, [Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed], Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, Gravity Falls, Tiger & Bunny, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Tokyo Ghoul, SCP Foundation, Sonic The Hedgehog, Black Butler, Undertale Gears of War, Night Head Genesis

Original Work List — Fandom List 1 — Fandom List 3

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist — All Media Types

Writing

Rat Race by nxllxfy @null-whump

It was when his vision started fading that Ed distantly realized that he might die.

No one was there, no one was coming, and no one would find him when he did die. He would be left down in this god-forsaken sewer, a fucking sewer, of all places, and Al would never know what happened to him. And for fuck’s sake, even he didn’t know what had happened to him, because he couldn’t fucking remember.

The Blade for the Undiplomatic by User_needs_a_Username

Fullmetal is missing and no one is quite sure where he is. Ed's been stabbed and is bleeding out.

Coming Home (Home is Wherever You are Not) by User_needs_a_Username

Edward and Alphonse get a letter from their father... And emotions stir... He’s coming to see them.

Watch Your Back by Anonymous 

Riza doesn't watch Roy's back for a moment...

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Art

One Mistake by BeneathAScorpionSky @beneathascorpionsky

Even as a puppet, you're not invincible by Dye_Iguess @whumpedydump

Scaramouche art. Il Dottore experiments.

Tragedy in the Wind by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Kaeya is very, very sad and is (most likely) having a (-n ambiguously) awful time. I don't know much about Genshin, but I've seen the art and I pin his vibe as someone who doesn't outwardly process emotion very much, so, let's stress him :)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Writing

noise creates illusions [silence brings truth] bynitroglycerin_and_paraffin (candleshopmenace) 

Shinsou Hitoshi is trapped.

driven to my knees by Rookblonkorules

A mission gone wrong sees Bakugou on the wrong side of quirk traffickers.

choking on my own blood by Rookblonkorules

Midoriya is injured severely during a villain attack. Aizawa stays with him until help arrives.

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Writing

Actions have Consequences by ASmallVoice

While on a supply mission for Allura, Keith is kidnapped by the Galra.

the fire that was by Rookblonkorules 

Hunk and Shiro rescue Keith, who has been a prisoner of the Galra for some time.

No Dawn. No Day. I Am Always In The Twilight. by Gem_Of_The_Land @whumpy-gems

A mission failure leading to the capture of three Paladins. They don't know where they are, why they are there, or what is going to happen. All Lance, Keith and Pidge know is that they must stay together. In order to survive the brutality they are going to face. Hoping each new day wont bring any other troubles.

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Art

fallen pheonix by Chordata7 

a gift for a small voice for the summer whump exchange.

Alone by MidnightCity @circuitdelasarthe

Hurt Zuko by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy

Zuko got stabbed on his own ship…

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Writing

Saving Ferdinand by WriterOfWorlds

Ferdinand gets kidnapped by Those Who Slither In The Dark and is presumed dead. Hubert is determined to save Ferdinand.

An exchange fic. For my Bad Things Happen Bingo: You Can Scream All You Want

Just Another Theory in Motion by The_Walking_Pie 

When Hubert takes longer than usual to return from a scouting mission, Ferdinand can't help but worry. But when Hubert finally does return, something seems...off.

Bait on a Hook by The_Walking_Pie 

During a normal fishing trip, Byleth gets kidnapped by Those Who Slither in the Dark.

Fandom: Call of Duty

Writing

Crawling rot by Livingblurr @livingblurr

But he fucking loathed it right now. Sweet baby Jesus, he hated himself even more. The coffee in his ‘best mom ever mug’ was stale and cold, poured hours ago just to be forgotten about as Graves had indulged in yet another file Shepherd had sent over.

Or

Graves doesn’t get enough sleep because of far too much paperwork and his mind does a funky thing and lets him hallucinate. His medic is there to catch him.

Feral claws (don’t cut chains) by Livingblurr @livingblurr

Metal bars caged him in the small space, like a damn animal in a Zoo enclosure, ready for viewing at a moment's notice. Only thing missing was stupid plexiglass and a brat hammering against it with their sticky grippers.

Or

Graves gets captured and (somewhat) tortured.

Fandom: Banana Fish

Art

Hurt Ash Fanart bySilver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy

That one time when Ash was restrained and beaten…

Sacrifice For A Friend by Sishal @sishal01

Eiji just wants to help his friend. No matter the cost to himself.

Fandom: Doki Doki Literature Club!

Art

Niemand by rikkacha 

"Hey, hey, wake up!"

the red means i love you by Steefwaterbutter

Yuri sure does love y/n, huh?

Fandom: Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed

Writing

I Only Sink Deeper by Steefwaterbutter

A grieving sect leader, a night hunt gone terribly wrong, and a smile that must not fade.

Or: Lan Xichen falls ill and his family reminds him how much they love him.

Art

Return Me To His Arms by ProjectXIII @project-xiii

A snapshot in which a tortured soul finally freed finds itself pulled back to mortal fetters at the loving but wounded voice of his loved one, a voice gentle enough to stall the screaming in his ears but powerful enough to bring him back to earth.

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

Writing

What the Courageous Fear by Sparky_Lurkdragon @sparkylurkdragon

Link recalls that time King Rhoam made him give a speech.

Art

Caught in the In-Between by Sishal @sishal01

Link is caught in the war between light and darkness.

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Writing

I've got you, brother by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

Stan gets lost trying to find Ford's cabin. Ford helps him warm up.

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Writing

A Shortcut to Danger by The_Walking_Pie

On the way to the movies, Kotetsu and Barnaby end up embroiled in a robbery. They dispatch the robber quickly, but one of them ends up with an injury that's more than it appears to be.

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Writing

House of Memories by Rookblonkorules 

Narancia finds himself in an unfortunate situation with no one to come for him.

Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul

Art

It Doesn't Get Better by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Kaneki suffers some more (ambiguous) torture (presumably with a Special WeaponTM of some sort) because he isn't miserable enough yet :) He looks good in chains.

Fandom: SCP Foundation

Art

Transportation by Gadgetrocks

My piece for the Whumplovers Collaborate summer exchange!! Looks like SCP-049 is being transported somewhere after an… incident. Is it the bloodloss or the lavender circulating the air making them woozy? Who can tell, really >;)

Fandom: Sonic The Hedgehog

Art

Sparky Lurkdragon's Treat by Anonymous 

Fandom: Black Butler

Art

Bad Day For Sebastian by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy)

Sebastian got stabbed…

Fandom: Undertale

Art

Hurt Flowey by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy) 

Flowey’s not having a good time

Fandom: Gears of War

Art

MidnightCity's Treat by Anonymous

Fandom: Night Head Genesis

Art

Night Head Genesis Art by Anonymous

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[if-i-can-dream-of-elvis]

Thoughts on the new Elvis and Priscilla movie news?

Hey! I'll be honest with you: I'm not very fond of this project for many reasons. First of all, I think it's too early to release any other movie about Elvis' life. Of course, I always thought that the film industry would be eager to surf on the success of Baz's movie when he made Elvis' name return to the media spotlight, but, folks, Elvis premiered in theaters less than three months ago! There are movie theaters still screening the movie I think! I imagine this "Elvis and me" movie (apparently entitled "Priscilla") won't be released anytime soon (maybe sometime in 2024) because it's probably still in the early stages of production, but I still think everything's happening way too fast. Not to mention that one of my friends said she read somewhere that filming starts in October/November??? I mean, it took Baz Luhrmann years of research to come up with "Elvis", just like Austin Butler devoted years of his life to prepare himself for the most challenging role of his life: portraying Elvis Presley! This cast announcement that came out two days ago was so sudden, it seems to me that the production of "Priscilla" is really moving too quickly… how can we have a film with such quality and care if it's being rushed like this??? I'm not questioning the work of director Sofia Coppola because until today I've only heard praise for her, but I really don't know what to expect from the final result.

Another thing that intrigues me is the fact that Priscilla has yet to comment on the matter. I don't know if she retains the rights to "Elvis and me" or if she really doesn't have the power to accept or decline offers to adapt the book, but I find it very strange the way it's all coming to light right now. I must confess to you that I have never read this biography before, so I cannot speak precisely about its content; absolutely everything I know about the book is based on the opinions of those who have read it. I haven't watched the 1988 TV movie either. But from everything I've heard about the book, something tells me that Elvis won't be put in a good light in "Priscilla", unlike he was in "Elvis". And I think the Presleys wouldn't allow such a thing since they were so defensive and enthusiastic about Baz's work.

For decades, many people tried to invalidate Elvis' legacy, and Baz's movie was essential to demystify many things, especially the allegations of cultural appropriation, because he was careful to present the historical and social context that led Elvis to identify with black music. And just now, after we had a film that finally brought some humanity to Elvis and showed his true soul, his naivety, his devotion to the stages, his insistence on standing up for what he believed in; now that a whole new generation of fans has emerged to celebrate the great artist he's always been… they're about to make a movie that will rely on controversy to capitalize on Elvis' image once again and they'll probably villainize him, making a whole wave of hate come back in full force. Of course, we still can't say for sure if the new adaptation will faithfully follow the book, or if there'll be some changes along the way. But either way, "Priscilla" is a big no for me. There are many other ways to take advantage of the increased public interest in Elvis: bringing in new documentaries about his career (like the one Steve Binder is producing), bringing exhibitions around the world, screening concerts or old Elvis movies in cinemas, I don't know, there's no shortage of ways to keep his fans entertained.

I really wanted Baz's movie to be the last and ultimate work about Elvis' life; it was genuine, uplifting, astonishing, fit for a king. If they're going to bring up controversy, I'd rather they let Elvis rest in peace. And we, his fans, also deserve a break. Only we know how exhausting it is to have to respond to the same criticisms and rumors about his life all the time. We don't deserve to be stripped of this positivity, that's what I think and I'm sorry to those who disagree with me.

#answered #text #anon #elvis presley #elvis

[marinerainbow]

11, 15 and 21 for Poppy! 😊

Yay!! More OC POV asks! :D

11. What is your favorite type of media (TV, movie, books, etc)?  Name some specific favorites (which shows, movies, books, etc do you like)!

"Oh, I love a good mystery novel!" The rabbit chirped excitedly. Her fingers drummed on the coffee mug she was holding, "I'm actually reading this book about a murder case that takes place in a mansion! There are six suspects, and they all have their own motivation to kill the man. And it's up to the butler to figure out who killed him, and where, and with what weapon!"

Realizing she got a little loud, Poppy cleared her throat before offering a sheepish smile, "Sorry, that probably sounds morbid. I also like romance and historic fiction novels. I don't own a television myself, but I do enjoy going to the theater. And my friends have their own TV's, so I can watch movies with them. And one friend in particular is warming me up to horrir movies. Just last night, we watched Night of the Living Dead together. I do own my own radio, too. I can't pick just one genre of music, though; it all depends on my mood!"

She hummed to herself as she took a sip of her beverage before answering the last question, "I can't think of too many specific titles that I enjoy. At least not at the moment. There are too many, really. But the ones I can think of right now are Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Phantom of the Opera- the novel and the musical. And this more recent fantasy movie called Legend. Have you heard of it? It's a little dark, but it has a happy ending." The rabbit looked very happy right now. Not a single strand of her fluffy black hair was out of place in that toony way to show stress.

15. Do you play any instruments?  Which ones?  How long have you been playing?

This new question made Poppy nod, still wearing her smile on her face, "Yes, I do! Not many, though. I can only play the piano. I even used to own one in my old house, during my life as an actress..."

At this, the light in her eyes diminishes somewhat before she let out a small sigh, "It's gone, now... My first boyfriend took it with him... It's ok!" She raises a hand then, quick to assure you to not worry about her, "That was years ago. If I had a bigger place, I would get another one. I do want to try to move into a house again for that reason... I miss playing, even if it was just for myself." She breathed another sigh through her nose before taking another drink of her drink.

21. Describe your ideal partner.

This time, the question caused her to almost choke. Mostly because it caught her off guard. Poppy had to grab a napkin to cover her mouth and regain her composure. After clearing her throat, she looked to you again. She was smiling again, but there was a hint of nervousness behind it too, "You're really interested in my taste?" This conversation was starting to feel a little too much like the kinds she would have with Shiny.

Once you confirmed you really were, Poppy nodded and glanced away. Not to avoid your gaze, but to ponder her answer. You could tell by the way her nose twitched occasionally- that was always a sign she was thinking about things, "Hm... Well, respect is most important. For both parties. I'd want a partner who wouldn't take advantage of me. I've already had enough of that... I'd also like a partner who can help me be more... Outgoing? Confident? I know I struggle with that sort of thing on my own. But won't try to force me to do things that make me uncomfortable, you know?"

The horror toon was silent for another moment, before nodding her head with a soft smile, "That's what's most important to me. I don't care what they would look like, or where they came from. I just want a kind, understanding person."

(Girl has dated a homeless fox, a former villainous wolf, and a drunkard rabbit. I think it's safe to say that she ain't picky XD)

#did i just reference Clue? why yes i did #also note how Poppy says 'they' in referring to a future partner- not 'he' :) #asks #my own OC's #poppy #oc answers #wfrr #who Framed Roger Rabbit

[formulateez-replies]

hello! this is cher/cherrie from formulateez !

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twenty. she/her. filo. kpop + formula racing enthusiast. us based (est).

i first got introduced to k-pop back in 2010-2011 when my neighbor showed me shinee's lucifer and ring ding dong. i didn't really start liking k-pop as a whole until around the second half of 2015!

my ult groups are currently ateez, enhypen, xg, nct dream, le sserafim, newjeans, and txt. (can you tell that i'm a hybe stan...)

i also really like (g)i-dle, &team, astro, aespa, boynextdoor, bts, day6, dreamcatcher, exo, fifty fifty, fromis_9, got the beat/girls on top, got7, history, ikon, infinite, itzy, ive, kard, knk, loona, monsta x (+ wonho), nct (as a whole, i'm just more of an nct dream stan), nmixx, nu'est, onlyoneof, p1harmony, pentagon, pristin, red velvet, seventeen, sf9, shinee, sistar, stayc, stray kids, the boyz, teen top, triples, twice, and vixx. (this is in alphabetical order, not in the order of which i like them. a good portion of those groups are my old ults or disbanded groups. i've have a lot of ult groups throughout the years.)

my fav f1 drivers are cl16, ln4, op81, and mv1.

i have only been into formula 1 since dec '22. i'm still learning a lot about the sport and the drivers as well!

my fav f2 drivers are al12, jd14, dh1, and ob8.

i have only been into f2 for a few months, it's the same case as f1, i'm still learning a lot about formula racing and its drivers as a whole!

my fav f3 drivers are pa1, db2, and sm14.

i also support hamda alqubaisi, bianca bustamante, and chloe chong!

i also used to be in a heavy emo phase (i never actually left it) and so i do enjoy a lot of emo/rock/metal music!

i'm not into much anime anymore but i'll occasionally rewatch some of my favorites or i'll end up watching newer shows with my boyfriend. the animes that i've enjoyed watching in the past are soul eater, black butler, haikyuu!!, ouran high school host club, and free! my current favorites are cyberpunk: edgerunners and chainsaw man!

i also have a side hobby of gaming! i wouldn't necessarily call myself a gamer since i don't play that many games. you'll usually find me on minecraft, the sims 4, roblox, or destiny 2! i also occasionally will play fortnite with friends (i'm just not good at pvp games so i tend to not play them that much; UNLESS it's arsenal on roblox. i kick ass lowkey in that game.)

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i'm, technically, very new to tumblr. the last time i was active on tumblr was back in 2017-2018. a lot of the information stated above was learned from other blogs such as:

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(this post and my navigation is also very inspired by these two blogs since i had no clue how to format either of these </3 they're also super friendly, really great writers, and deserve the follow <3)

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[kayden-i-guess]

I mean Sometimes adaptations do improve upon the originals. Like ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’, with adaptations where Splinter is literally the ninja master Hamato Yoshi mutated into a giant rat, versus those where he’s just the mutated person rat of the long-deceased Yoshi. Like the new film for instance seemingly went for the latter origin, but had some subtle hints throughout that it might actually be the former origin, and that’ll be saved as a sequel twist.

Sorry I am not a TMNT fan so I have no idea what you just said, but I agree sometimes adaptations can be great and better than the source material. I don't really know what my problem is but it's kinda like I have a 'it-came-out-first-so-its-better' mindset. I sort my adaptations into one of five categories, those being Good Adaptation-Good Content (where it's true to the source material and a good form of media that I would like to consume), Mid Adaptation-Good content ( where things have been changed from the source material but it's still good shit), Bad adaptation-Good content ( no where near being accurate to its original but still good), Bad Adaptation-Mid Content (just meh in general) and last but certainly the least; Bad Adaptation-Bad content (this category is where I put most adaptations but at this point of my life I've realised I'm kinda too nitpicky about these things ( No shit sherlock, How'd you find out, did the time you got kicked out of your friends house because you couldn't just shut up and watch The Princess Diaries and had to keep pointing out the things it changed (which was a lot because they were trying to condense the plot of like 11 books into two movies) provide any insights?).

In the case of Artemis Fowl Movies I think it falls into the category of Bad Adaptation, Bad Content but that's my personal opinion. I much prefer the source material and even if the movies itself is kinda mid it pales in comparison to the books.

As for black butler; I haven't watched any of the adaptations or read the manga so I haven't formed an opinion of them yet. My friend dislikes the latest adaptation that's supposed to be coming out in 2024 ( I think I'm not sure) so I'm working based off of his opinions that the new adaptation is probably crap but I probably shouldn't do that.

But you know what people are allowed to like whatever they want to like (as long as what they like isn't harmful or illegal like idk drugs or something) my opinions are irrelevant, who cares if some nerd on the internet thinks the movie you like sucks, you do you and watch that crappy adaptation. ( It's probably a Mid adaptation but my brain likes to tell me if it's not 100% accurate it's bad)

#this ended up longer than i expected #im sorry for the long ass response anon #idk how to tag this

[cmspl348wtv]

Week 4: Self Defense and Its Relation to Violence

"Self Defense: A Philosophy of Violence" by Elsa Dorlin. Is a philosophical examination of the concept of self-defense and its relationship to violence. Exploring the historical, legal, and political dimensions of self-defense and provides a critical analysis of the various theories and practices of self-defense. Self-defense is a complex issue that is not limited to a simple binary of violence or non-violence, but instead encompasses a range of responses to violence, from physical resistance to political action. The reading is aimed at scholars, students, and general readers interested in philosophy, political theory, and issues of violence and self-defense.

"Endangered/Endangering: Schematic Racism and White Paranoia" written by Judith Butler that explores the topic of racial prejudice and its impact on society. Arguing that white paranoia and schematic racism, a form of implicit bias, are contributing to the endangerment of marginalized communities and perpetuating systems of oppression. These insidious forms of racism can be challenged and dismantled through education, activism, and solidarity. Drawing upon the intersections of race, gender, and sexuality to illuminate the ways in which these forms of racism intersect and work together to create a society that is hostile to marginalized communities. The reading engages in a critical reflection of our own biases and work towards creating a more equitable and just society.

“Urban Uprising” by Robert Gooding Williams provides insight into the events leading up to the 1992 Los Angeles riots. The reading delves into the life of Rodney King, an African American man who was beaten by police officers in 1991. This event was captured on video and was widely televised, leading to widespread public outrage and demonstrations. Examining the events surrounding the Rodney King incident and its aftermath. The readings provide a thorough account of the trial and subsequent acquittal of the police officers involved, as well as the public outcry that followed. The readings also discuss the role of the media in the events, including the ways in which the media covered the riots and the impact that this coverage had on public opinion. The reading is well-researched and provides a comprehensive understanding of the Rodney King incident and the riots that followed, including racial tensions and inequalities in the criminal justice system. The reading highlights the importance of recognizing and addressing these issues in order to create a more just and equal society. It is a must-read for anyone interested in social justice and the role of the media in shaping public opinion.

The Rodney King beatings happened 31 years ago and it wasn’t the first and certainly not the last case of police brutality in America. Just in the first few weeks of the new year, law enforcement officers in America have already killed at least seven unarmed individuals. Such a commonality that these numbers will be outdated by the time of reading this. These incidents raise questions about the use of excessive force by police and the need for increased accountability and transparency in law enforcement agencies. Each of these deaths and many more unlawful arrests against minorities is a tragedy and highlights the urgent need for reform and change in the way law enforcement officers are trained and how they approach interactions with the public. The families of these victims deserve answers and justice. It is also important to recognize that these incidents are not isolated, but part of a larger pattern of police violence against people of color, particularly Black individuals. The systemic racism and biases that exist within law enforcement must be addressed and eliminated in order to ensure that all individuals are treated fairly and humanely. It is crucial for law enforcement agencies to implement better training and policies, including a stronger focus on de-escalation techniques and the use of non-lethal force. Additionally, there must be increased accountability for officers who use excessive force, including independent investigations and consequences for those who violate the law.

[edactually]

Stede POV 2.3

‘As soon as we can’ apparently meant an hour later with Starbucks. Stede thanked god he’d invested in a video doorbell even as the sound of it ringing made him jump out of his skin. 

He’d been able to do nothing else but pace up and down, getting rid of every new notification that popped up on his phone. He’d texted the people who mattered to let them know that he was physically fine and was just waiting for the whole mess to blow over. 

Against Lucius’ advice, he did check some of his social media notifications but the violent vitriol against him made him wince and he quickly changed all his accounts to private. It was a temporary band-aid over the wound, but it was better than nothing.

He armed himself with a frying pan when the doorbell went, but a quick check of the video showed it was just Lucius and Frenchie, and he quickly opened the door and swept the pair of them inside before slamming it. 

Maybe a bit of an overreaction, but he wasn’t taking chances. “I am fighting off a virtual mob that threatens to become a real one, and the two of you stopped for Starbucks?”

“We used the drive through!” Frenchie protested as he walked into the living room to set up his gear.

“Deliberately stopped to get you a little cheer up treat.” Lucius sipped his iced coffee as he handed a takeaway cup over. “A nice, calming iced tea. Decaf, because the last thing you need is caffeine jitters right now.”

He took the cup and raised an eyebrow at the scrawl of black sharpie on the side. “Bede Stonnet?”

“Well I couldn’t use your real name!” Lucius huffed as he sauntered over to the couch to join Frenchie.

“Could have used any fake name, and you went for pig latin.” Stede grumbled as he retrieved his laptop and powered it up. “Could have picked Sam, or Thomas.”

Or Ed.

“Yes, well, next time I’ll confirm your fake name before ordering and purchasing a treat for you out of my own pocket and the kindness of my heart.”

The sarcasm was not lost on him. Lucius was hardly subtle.

“Can you make it stop, Frenchie?” He asked as he logged into all his socials and handed the laptop over. He didn’t know the man well, but he knew that despite being half his age, Frenchie had had more careers than he’d had hot dinners. 

In the short time he’d known him, Stede was aware of his past as a waiter, a butler, an artist, a novelist and now an IT specialist slash musician. The music was more of a hobby since he made good money from companies paying him to try and hack into their systems to test their security and advise how to improve it.

“Can I make people stop threatening someone on the internet for something that’s not their fault? I wish.” 

Frenchie was tapping away at the keyboard, the screen just a mess of code that Stede couldn’t decipher but was apparently plain English to Frenchie. 

“But I can give you the best security possible to stop people getting hold of your personal information. Unfortunately, your name is already out there so angry people with time on their hands can still do the research and find things out.”

Fuck.

The kids. Mary.

“Is my family safe, Frenchie?” His fingernails dug into the back of the couch.

“Depends on what information about them is public, but I’d advise doing a security review of their online presence as well, just to be safe. I can do that as well if you invite them over here.”

Stede left Frenchie to his work and Lucius to prop his feet up on the coffee table and scroll through his phone while he went into the kitchen to call his ex-wife.

She answered on the first ring.

“Stede, what the FUCK?”

“I know, Mary, I know—”

“I’m getting more attention on my twitter because of you than I did for my last art showing, which is pretty insulting.”

“I’m so sorry, we’re doing damage control now. Can you come over with the kids? I’ve got a friend who’s a tech wizard, he’s working on strengthening my security now.”

“Do you think I’m an idiot? I took care of all that when I first became verified on all my socials. My information is locked behind one of those bank vault doors as far as I’m concerned.”

“Oh thank God.” He sank down against the kitchen wall, phone still clutched to his ear in a death grip even as he hunched up on the cold marble tiles.

But Mary was still irritated. “That doesn’t stop the online trolls or the journalists asking for quotes, does it? We’ve been divorced for six months and I wasn’t even at the concert, yet I’m a target just for my association with you!”

He thumped his head back against the wall hard enough that it started to throb. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

There was a deep, exasperated sigh, and when Mary’s voice returned in his ear it was softer. “I know you didn’t, Stede. You fainted at a concert; it could happen to anyone. How were you to know that Blackbeard would cancel the entire show?”

He could hear the break in his voice as he choked back the sob that was coming. “It was still my fault.”

“Stede, no.” Her voice was firm. “You did nothing wrong. Honestly, I don’t think Blackbeard did anything wrong either. I think it’s pretty fucking noble that he would cancel an entire show and piss off a lot of people just because a fan got hurt. People are just angry and sounding off online, once there’s an official statement about refunds or a rescheduled show, then I’m sure this will all blow over.”

Mary had such a way about her that calmed him. Perhaps it was because they had known each other for so long, always spending their time together while their families worked on various business arrangements.

Their marriage had been just another business arrangement, really, and had done nothing but damage their relationship. It was why he had cried over the divorce rather than the affair. The last thing he wanted was to lose Mary from his life, but if anything the divorce had gone a long way in repairing their fractured bond.

“You always know what to say.”

He could hear the smile in her voice. “That’s because I’m smarter than you.”

He chuckled. “You certainly are. I really am sorry for all this mayhem; I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”

“I’ve already thought of how you can do that.”

The tea was cold in his hand, condensation trickling into his palm. He would have preferred a steaming cup of earl grey in a proper teacup over an iced drink that Lucius had a penchant for. “You have?” 

He took a swig, the blend that Lucius had chosen was sweeter than he would usually go for, but it was still pleasantly soothing as it slid down his throat.

“Get Blackbeard to come to my next art show.”

He promptly choked on the sip he’d taken, and was hacking and spluttering down the line even as Mary continued talking and making all the plans for him.

“The way I see it, the man owes you for all this hate coming your way from a decision thathe made. He definitely owes you a favour, and that favour is going to be him coming to my next showing. A few selfies and promotional posts will do wonders.”

“Why does everyone suddenly think I have some kind of special relationship with the man?” He cut her off as she started to interrupt. “Yes, he cancelled a show to check I was ok, but he was just being nice! We don’t have some sort of special bond where I can call him up for a favour, I wouldn’t even know how to get in touch!”

Well, that wasn’t strictly true. Anne had given him her number before putting him in the car to send him home. She’d told him to call if he had any worries, and she’d certainly seemed friendly with Ed. But she’d also seemed very protective of him, maybe she wouldn’t take kindly to Stede calling her up and asking if she could put Blackbeard on the phone. 

He didn’t want her to think he was using her for her connections, that was hardly gentlemanly behaviour. Maybe he could offer to take her out to dinner as a thank you? And if the subject of Blackbeard came up then it came up.

He hadn’t spoken for a while and he couldhear the smug smirk on the other end of the line. “You’re figuring out how you can do it, aren’t you?”

“Damn it, Mary!” He tried to sound indignant, but couldn’t hold back the laughter. “I make no promises other than promising to try.”

“Because you’ll do anything for me?”

“Because I’ll do anything for you.”

“You’re a good ex-husband, Stede. And an ok guy, just generally.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Shut up. Love you.”

“Love you too, Stedey B.”

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[blackfilmreviewsmsu]

Classified X (1998)

Watched September 1, 2022,

The film I will be reviewing today is Called Classified X, directed by Mark Daniels and narrated by Melvin Van Pebbles.

When watching this movie all I could feel is disgust, not because of the movie itself but the subject of the movie. From it started out with racist imagery of Black People over the last couple of centuries. From "Uncle Sam" to Mammy stereotypes and depictions of Blackface and horrific caricatures that were created of us in the media. It immediately was hard to take in, and that seemed to be the point. Neil goes on to say there was not any, if any, positive representation of Black people in films and general media. These scenes that had played in the very beginning was what was seen of us and expected of us when met in the real world.

As the film continues, Neil talks about how film, specifically, was moving away from explicit racism but had not gotten much better as it seemed to still succumb to the white gaze; was still performative for it to be digestible to Hollywood. He expressed shame in prominent Black films that released in the 50's and 60's. There was no real value of the Black actor until...

The age of the new "Negro." While the image of DW Grifface's "Birth of a Nation" was lingering in people's minds, media began to evolve to incorporate Black people in more "prominent roles". Roles that included the helpless-just-freed-slave or the misunderstood negro who gains sympathy from the token and lead "sympathetic white character". This was not where the line is drawn. The pseudo pandering to Black people involved white people playing biracial characters and even a movie that featured a white man putting motor oil on his face and going around town wanting to "experience what it's like to be Black." Racism in cinema was becoming more nuanced but still ever present so therefore, easy to digest by Hollywood... it eased the discomfort. And Black actors started to settle for these crumbs. Settled for such roles as waiters, butlers or "scary tribal members."

Eventually Hollywood heard how displeased the Black general public was and gave up pandering, which is where genuine Black films from Black filmmakers came alive.

Throughout the entire movie, I found myself feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I also come from a place of understanding. Whatever work you may find in a field that you love; you're inclined to take it. Especially in specific time periods where real freedom and revolution were only mere thoughts. As time went on, however, I began to wonder why we settled and gave into Hollywood's disgusting thirst for racism depictions and Black trauma. Even today I could argue that it is still the case. It hurts to actively watch how we're portrayed and how we're seen in the world's view, or at least America's. This film did, however, give me a better understanding in how Black film has evolved over time. It gave me important perspectives and insight on what film used to be like, and how work was for Black actors or even as Black individuals watching how we're stereotyped by Hollywood alone; with or without us.

I am proud of how far we've come, but I believe we can grow even more, and in the growth, heal as well.

I am so excited to see what we, my generation, creates next. We will finally create a film space that depicts not our trauma, pain or horrific history but our beautiful culture an a space where we're allowed to feel joy wholly, freely and deservedly.

#blackfilmreviewsmsu

[yanderememes]

Solitary Love Chapter 12

Sorry for the late update yall! 😭 A lot of things have been happening in my life. More like a lot of changes (positive changes) have occurred these few weeks so I was taking some time to adjust but I'm back, baby!

This chapter is the first of many symbolism I'm adding to this fic, hehe~ I hope yall will be able to catch on but I know you guys are smart so I don't have to worry.

Enjoy! ❤️

It had been a few days since your last encounter with the Don. Since then, he hasn’t really bothered you much. These past few days gave you time to learn about your new environment and to think about what you were to do next.

First, your phone.

When Giorno handed you your phone back, you discovered some new things. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it aside from your gallery being wiped out and your inability to download and open social media. What surprised you was how your phone had internet access, or rather, restricted internet access would be the correct term. There were certain sites you weren’t allowed access to and even your search history was limited since Giorno blacklisted words like ‘escape, run away, prisoner, police, authorities, missing, kidnapped’. You also noticed how his credit card was automatically synced, meaning you could buy anything and everything to your heart’s content. You figured this was his way of showing his “love” and a means to gain your forgiveness.

The credit card wasn’t a bluff though. Just yesterday you received a package with all the things you ordered. It was all random things from toothbrushes to fidget cubes since you were only testing it but the package that sat in your room was confirmation that it was the real deal. You had access to his credit card.

Second, every escape route has been blocked.

Your room was your prison cell despite the extravagant and lavish furnishings it held. The door is kept locked with a card key and an alarm installed. The card key wasn’t just given to anyone though. While making your observations, Maria was the only maid who carried it on her. Whenever the maids and/or butlers needed entry into your room, Maria is always there to give them access. She did mention that she is the head of the maids in this villa. From there, you were able to deduce that only trusted figures who oversee your imprisonment are given card keys to your room. As far as you know that’s only Giorno and Maria. 

Escaping through the windows isn’t plausible either. Your windows were screwed shut tight and to make matters worse, you didn’t have anything in your room to pry them open. Giorno probably took this into consideration when he was planning your kidnapping. Not to mention, the unfortunate floor planning. Even if you somehow managed to escape through the window, your room was on the third floor and you’d most likely sustain heavy injuries from dropping from such heights. 

Third, there is always someone watching you.

True to his words, you had bodyguards, maids, and servants at your beck and call. They serviced you and provided you with anything you wanted. You barely ever had to move a finger since the maids and butlers were a step ahead of you. Even this morning, as soon as you got out of bed, there were maids who came in to clean your room, serve breakfast, and make your bed for you. The frequency of the servants of this house served to be a reminder that you’re being watched and to ensure you don’t escape. 

If it was just the servants, you wouldn’t mind but it was the bodyguards who would be your problem. Looking out the window, there are clearly several big and scary-looking men in black suits patrolling the villa outside. Maybe that’s why he gave you this view out of your window. Not for sightseeing or to find solace that there is an outside world to your prison but for you to see how futile escaping is with all the guards patrolling the villa. 

Sometimes, through the small glimpses of when the door is open for the maids to enter, you can see some bodyguards patrolling the hallways just outside of your bedroom. They all had earpieces attached to them, probably as a means to communicate with each other but it's likely they’re giving updates to Giorno about what you’re doing. 

These three things were what you gathered during your stay here. By tomorrow, it’ll be a week since you’ve been kidnapped. 

God, a week, huh? Everything just seemed to go by so fast yet so slow at the same time. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you that no help has come your way but you didn’t want to give up. You spent the last few days observing and watching. To look for an opening and you think you might have just found it. Now all that’s left is to set the plan in motion. You will escape!

In the meantime, your best bet is to be on your best behavior so as to not raise any suspicions.

***

“Maria, Giorno doesn’t know you and Polnareff have been talking to me, right?”

It was the usual cleaning time for your room. Today, it was Maria who was assigned to clean and you couldn’t be happier. It's nice seeing a familiar face and having someone to talk to. The other maids are all too afraid.

“Non lo so, bambina. But if he doesn’t, I doubt it will stay that way. Don Giovanna has eyes and ears everywhere,” Maria answered while dusting the windows.

She doesn’t have to tell you twice. You’re certain there are surveillance cameras implanted in your room you’ve yet to find. Heck, there are 2 bodyguards standing just outside your door. 

“Won’t you get in trouble for talking to me?”

“Oh, I’m an old woman now. Death doesn’t scare me.”

Death? Maria said it so nonchalantly that it didn’t seem like she was joking. But would Giorno really go that far? Kill Maria just for talking to you? He couldn’t… right?

“And Polnareff?”

“Signor Polnareff is Don Giovanna’s right-hand man. It will be hard to find a suitable replacement but I can’t say for certain, bambina. Don Giovanna can be hard to understand at times.”

You hesitate to speak. You surely didn’t understand the extent of Giorno’s power as a mafia boss but you had a vague idea. “If you stop talking to me, I understand,” your brows furrow and your mouth drops into a frown. If you were really honest, you wish Maria and Polnareff will continue to talk to you. But you knew that’s just wishful thinking. To defy a mafia boss is practically asking for death and that’s not something you could allow. Maria’s blood would be on your hands just as much as Giorno’s. You could never forgive yourself if Maria or Polnareff were killed because of you.

Maria stops dusting and smiles, “you’re such a kind girl, y/n. Worrying about an old lady like me when you’re in this situation.” When Maria notices the visible frown on your face, she continues her task, “I’ll be cautious. I’m in no rush to die yet and I’d like to continue serving you, signora l/n. If that’s okay with you,” she reassures you.

You smile at her comment, “I’d like that.”

With Maria and Polnareff here, you didn’t feel as lonely. Being able to interact with them was a form of escapism from the harsh reality of your current life. You knew it might not last forever. Eventually, Giorno will find out and revoke this small blessing from you but until then, you wanted to make the most of this time you can spend with them.

Glancing at the clock, Maria gathers her things and prepares to head out your door, “time to go, bambina. Don Giovanna will be here soon,” she gives you a nod and shuts the door behind her. The ever-so-audible sound of locks being armed rang through your ears, signalling that you were once again, alone.

Sighing, you grab one of the books from the bookshelf and sat at the edge of your bedside. Giorno really did his research about you. There isn’t a single book that didn’t pique your interest. Well, it at least gave you something to do. Reading was just one of the ways you would pass the time in this isolating prison cell. You turned to the first page of the book and began reading.

***

You could hear the sound of the alarm permitting access and the door opening. You didn’t need to turn around to know who had entered your room as the footsteps distinctly made it clear who it was. The click of expensive leather dress shoes was accompanied by soft and careful treading but his presence was strong and the cologne’s scent became more salient as he approached where you sat. 

Giorno takes his seat next to you. He left some distance but he was still too close for your comfort. You didn’t acknowledge his presence. You made it a point to ignore him and to treat him like he’s dead. It’s just one way of enacting your revenge on him as petty as it sounded.

“Come stai, mi amore?” 

Almost instinctively, your brow twitches and your stomach churn. You don’t reply. You almost had to hold back a scoff. How dare he call you his amore? In a situation like this! You never consented to be his lover so he has no right to call you amore. 

When you don’t respond, Giorno leans over slightly to peek at your book, hoping to spark a conversation, “what are you reading?”

Still giving him the silent treatment, you ignore his question.

“Hades and Persephone? Finding comfort in reading about a character who you can relate to?”

You sighed, how dare he’d suggest you succumb to the same fate as Persephone, “Greek mythology keeps the mind entertained when there’s nothing else to do,” your eyes never leaving the pages of the book.

Giorno doesn’t show it but he’s smirking on the inside. He finally got you to speak to him, even if he had to rile up the bear a little. “Hades is often portrayed as a villain in media because he’s the God of the underworld. But what a lot of people miss was how he was the tamest in comparison to his brothers. He was loyal, unlike Zeus and Poseidon who had multiple affairs in their life. Hades only had eyes for Persephone.”

“Until reality hit him and he realized that kidnapping a girl isn’t how you win her affections”

Giorno paused, “Persephone eventually fell in love with him.”

“Well, it’s called Greek mythology for a reason. It’s just a myth. It's romanticized, just like everything else in media.”

“Concordo (I agree).”

You had to admit, Giorno didn’t bother you nearly as much as you thought he would. He gave you space and always kept his distance. He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. You hated to say it, but he was considerate. With every visit, Giorno would indulge in your hobbies and encourage you to participate in them. He always had supplies ready for you whether it be for art, reading, exercise, etc. You figured it was because he wanted to respect your boundaries. Weird, isn’t it? Your captor gives you such hospitality.

Still, you wanted to poke back at him for his earlier comment when he suggested you’d fall for him just as Persephone did for Hades. “Demeter was enraged when her daughter went missing. Although Hades and Demeter struck a compromise to share Persephone, Hades learned how to let her go.”

“Hades and Demeter had opposing powers. Demeter gave life whereas Hades could only control death. He didn’t have the means to grow life and replace Demeter’s powers. If he possessed her powers while remaining king of the underworld, he’d be invincible. Hades would never have had to let Persephone go because he’s the strongest. Demeter would have never stood a chance.”

You turn your head and finally face Giorno, “that’d make him a true God then. To control both life and death.”

“Persephone would never be able to escape. Because she knew it’d be useless.”

***

Your conversation with Giorno kept replaying in your head as you lay in your bed staring at the ceiling. 

“Persephone would never be able to escape. Because she knew it’d be useless,” those words sounded like a warning. Now that you know Giorno is a mafia boss, you know he possesses power. But to what extent and how far it reaches was still a mystery. He compared himself to a God and while you would like to just say he probably has a God complex, you didn’t sense he was lying. You pick up these things as a psych student but the way Giorno carried himself from the way he spoke and even how he walked, Giorno prided himself in always finding and knowing the objective truth. But then again, he might just be a psychopath who’s learned how to lie.

But at this point, it didn’t matter anymore. Mafia boss, psychopath, whatever he was. Because you were going to prove him wrong. Tomorrow would mark a week since your capture but also the day you would escape. 

#giorno giovanna #yandere giogio #giorno x reader #yandere giorno #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere #yandere jjba #yandere jojo x reader #jojo golden wind #jojo part 5 #jojo vento aureo #solitary love #yandere giorno x reader

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Ok ok here me out!! Black butler but they have social mediaa! What are they posting Miss Lokabrenna? 👀👀👀

Let’s see…

I think their usernames would look something like this.

Ciel: the_queens_guard_dog

Sebastian: simply_one_hell_of_a_butler

Finny: sunshine_boy

Mey-Rin: deadly_maid

Bard: fire_chef

Tanaka: ho_ho_ho

Madame Red: the_red_queen

Lau: my_my_how_interesting

Grell: the_queen_of_red

Undertaker: hahaha_coffins

William: william_t_spears

Ciel would also have an account for Funtom called official_funtom. He himself would rarely post on it, leaving that to Tanaka or Sebastian. The posts would be what toys and candies they’re selling, updates, and maybe a poll or two about candy flavors or which toy should be available first.

Ciel’s personal account wouldn’t have many posts. He’s not really into social media, but he is not above using his account to call people out when they annoy him. One time Ciel found a cat that he had told Sebastian to get rid of the previous week. He took a picture of the cat with the caption “Look what I found @ simply_one_hell_of_a_butler. You have 5 minutes to come dispose of this wretched creature before I tell Finny to come hug his new pet.” Luckily for the cat, Sebastian saw the post in time and hid it in his room took it to an animal shelter.

Sebastian’s account consists of a ton of cat pictures. A ton. The cat pictures range from random cats he found walking around London to full-blown cat photoshoots he did at the Phantomhive manor while Ciel was asleep. Sebastian posted cat pictures from the moment he got social media. This caused Ciel to assume that was all Sebastian was posting, so he never checks Sebastian’s posts. Sebastian uses this knowledge to his advantage. If Ciel had bothered to check Sebastian’s posts in the last 2 years, he would have noticed that he features in a lot of them. He also would have noticed that Sebastian had discovered every cat filter in existence. There is one short video Sebastian posted that would make Ciel flip his lid. It just so happens to be Sebastian’s favorite video. Sebastian found Ciel asleep at his desk (again) and decided to take the opportunity to test out the new blue neon lights cat ears and whiskers filter he had discovered that morning. He pressed record and took care to get just the right angle. He placed his other hand on Ciel’s head. Ciel stirred and looked up. Ciel was clearly still half asleep but mumbled, “Did you bring cake?” Ciel had eaten his dinner in his office and the plate was still there. Sebastian noticed some broccoli that had been left on the plate and grabbed a piece. He handed the piece of broccoli to Ciel and said, “I brought you this.” Ciel took the broccoli and touched it with the tip of his tongue. After a second, he pulled back and looked up at Sebastian. With the most heartbroken expression and voice Ciel said, “This isn’t cake.” The video cut off with Sebastian saying, “Oh, Bocchan, don’t cry-!” Ciel was confused, but pleasantly surprised when Sebastian brought him a piece of cake the next morning.

Finny’s account contains photos and videos of the Phantomhive garden, animals, and himself. Every morning he posts a short video of himself outside. He would start the video by saying something along the lines of, “Good morning everyone! It’s such a beautiful day outside, I hope you all get a chance to enjoy the sun today.” He ramble a bit about what he needed to get done, wish everyone a good day, and end the video by telling everyone he loves them. His account would be a positive place to go and everyone who saw something he posted would smile.

Mey-Rin’s account would show her daily life. She likes to go live while she is cleaning. She enjoys talking to her audience and appreciates whenever they offer her cleaning advice. In turn, she offers self defense advice whenever she is asked to. Her favorite thing to post is selfies with Bard and Finny. She posts about Ciel and Sebastian as well, but she knows that they don’t enjoy having their pictures taken and she respects that.

Bard’s account is full of cooking tutorials. His “claim to fame” is cooking with his flamethrower. Needless to say, most of his videos end up in flames. Regardless, he has managed to gain a good following. His followers enjoy his personality and find him entertaining. They do worry about his safety, so he agreed to have someone in the kitchen with him when he’s recording. Sebastian has no idea why he agreed to be said person. Sebastian stays out of the camera’s view, but he can be heard making comments throughout the video. Sebastian’s input usually ranges from “Not bad” to “No” to “You should change your name to fired_chef” depending on how badly the kitchen has been destroyed.

Tanaka usually posts about once a month or so. His account contains photos of the sky and teacups. His account is very peaceful and has a sense of calm surrounding it.

Madame Red was very active on her account. Her account was full of fashion, parties, etc. There were a ton of pictures of Ciel too. All of Ciel’s pictures had captions under them, telling the world how much she loved her nephew and how she considered him to be her own son. Her last post was a picture of Ciel in the Lady Ciel dress, right before the Viscount Druitt’s party. The caption was “The most precious thing in my life. I love you more than you will ever know ❤️” Ciel will never admit it, but after Madame Red’s death, he found himself scrolling through her account more often. The captions about him help him believe that she didn’t mean what she said to him before her death.

Lau’s account has been banned. For multiple reasons.

Grell’s account is full of selfies. She loves updating her followers on how she’s doing and what she’s doing. She shares every thought and idea on social media. Her followers love her personality and many are envious of her hair. Sebastian and Ciel know about her account. She follows both of them, so they checked out her account. At the time, her most recent video was about how Sebastian should change his handle to grells_sassy_bassy. Sebastian blocked her. Ciel liked the video and followed her back.

Undertaker posts his favorite jokes and coffins. He also lets his followers know whenever any of his coffins go on sale. He loves when his followers send him their favorite jokes.

William T. Spears never posts. The only reason he has an account is because Grell made it for him. The only thing on his account are selfies with him and the other reapers (mainly Grell) that Grell posted for him.

~~

Bonus!

One day, Undertaker came across the video Sebastian posted of Ciel. In his comment, he tagged Ciel and said “Hahaha! Nice video, butler. @ the_queens_guard_dog The next time you want information, consider this your payment!”

All of England heard Ciel yell, “SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS!!!”

~~

Wow, this was longer than expected. Thank you so much for the ask! I really enjoy the prompts that have been sent to me! My ask box is always open 💜

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler sebastian #ciel phantomhive #sebastian and ciel #sebastian michealis #finny black butler #mey rin #bardroy #lau #madame red #grell sutcliff #william t spears #undertaker #social media #tanaka black butler

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Queer Movies/Books/TV Shows for Pride Month!

Happy Pride everyone!! For your viewing/reading pleasure I have made a (non-exhaustive) list of queer media that I have enjoyed! 

Movies/Documentaries

Pride (2014): An old tried and true favorite, which meets at the intersection of queer and workers’ rights. A group of queer activists support the 1985 miners’ strike in Wales (complete with a sing-through of Bread and Roses + Power in a Union)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire: On an isolated island in Brittany at the end of the eighteenth century, a female painter is obliged to paint a wedding portrait of a young woman (or, two young lesbians fall in love by the sea, and you cry)

God’s Own Country: Young farmer Johnny Saxby numbs his daily frustrations with binge drinking and casual sex, until the arrival of a Romanian migrant worker for lambing season ignites an intense relationship that sets Johnny on a new path (Seriously this movie is GREAT and doesn’t get enough love, watch it! It’s rough but ends happily)

The Half of It:  When smart but cash-strapped teen Ellie Chu agrees to write a love letter for a jock, she doesn't expect to become his friend - or fall for his crush (as in she falls for his crush who is another girl. This movie was so good, and really friendship focused!) 

Saving Face:  A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations (this is an oldie and a goodie, with a happy ending!)

Moonlight:  A young African-American man grapples with his identity and sexuality while experiencing the everyday struggles of childhood, adolescence, and burgeoning adulthood (featuring gay men of color!)

Carol:  An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York (everyone’s seen this I think, but I couldn’t not have it here)

Milk: The story of Harvey Milk and his struggles as an American gay activist who fought for gay rights and became California's first openly gay elected official (the speech at the end of this made me cry. Warning, of course, for death, if you don’t know about Harvey Milk)

Pride (Hulu Documentary):  A six-part documentary series chronicling the fight for LGBTQ civil rights in America (they go by decade from the 50s-2000s, and there is a lot of great trans inclusion in this)

Paris is Burning (Documentary): A 1990s documentary about the African American and Latinx ballroom scene. Available on Youtube!

A New York Christmas Wedding:  As her Christmas Eve wedding draws near, Jennifer is visited by an angel and shown what could have been if she hadn't denied her true feelings for her childhood best friend (this movie is SO CUTE. It’s really only nominally a Christmas movie and easily watched anytime. Features an interracial sapphic couple!) 

TV Shows 

Love, Victor: Victor is a new student at Creekwood High School on his own journey of self-discovery, facing challenges at home, adjusting to a new city, and struggling with his sexual orientation (this is a spin-off of Love, Simon, and it’s very sweet and well done! Featuring a young gay man of color)

Sex Education:  A teenage boy with a sex therapist mother teams up with a high school classmate to set up an underground sex therapy clinic at school (this has multiple queer characters, including a featured young Black gay man and also in season 2 there is a side ace character!) 

Black Sails: I mean, do I even need to put a summary here? If you follow me you know that Black Sails is full of queer pirates, just queers everywhere.

Gentleman Jack:  A dramatization of the life of LGBTQ+ trailblazer, voracious learner and cryptic diarist Anne Lister, who returns to Halifax, West Yorkshire in 1832, determined to transform the fate of her faded ancestral home Shibden Hall (Period drama lesbians!!! A title sequence  that will make you gay just by watching!) 

Tales of the City (2019):  A middle-aged Mary Ann returns to San Francisco and reunites with the eccentric friends she left behind. "Tales of the City" focuses primarily on the people who live in a boardinghouse turned apartment complex owned by Anna Madrigal at 28 Barbary Lane, all of whom quickly become part of what Maupin coined a "logical family". It's no longer a secret that Mrs. Madrigal is transgender. Instead, she is haunted by something from her past that has long been too painful to share (this is based on a book series and it’s got lots of great inter-generational queer relationships!) 

The Haunting of Bly Manor:  After an au pair’s tragic death, Henry hires a young American nanny to care for his orphaned niece and nephew who reside at Bly Manor with the chef Owen, groundskeeper Jamie and housekeeper, Mrs. Grose (sweet, tender, wonderful lesbians. A bittersweet ending but this show is so so wonderful)

Sense8: A group of people around the world are suddenly linked mentally, and must find a way to survive being hunted by those who see them as a threat to the world's order (queers just EVERYWHERE in this show, of all kinds)

Books

Loveless by Alice Oseman:  Georgia has never been in love, never kissed anyone, never even had a crush – but as a fanfic-obsessed romantic she’s sure she’ll find her person one day. This wise, warm and witty story of identity and self-acceptance sees Alice Oseman on towering form as Georgia and her friends discover that true love isn’t limited to romance (don’t be turned off by this title, it’s tongue-in-cheek. This is a book about an aroace college girl discovering herself and centers the importance and power of platonic relationships! I have it on my TBR and have heard great things)

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters: Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. The only thing missing was a child. But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.Ames isn't happy either. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese—and losing her meant losing his only family. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby—and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it—Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family—and raise the baby together?This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel (again, don’t be thrown off by the title, it too, is tongue-in-cheek. This book was GREAT, and written by a trans women with a queer-and especially trans--audience in mind)

A Tip for the Hangman by Allison Epstein: A gay Christopher Marlowe, at Cambridge and trying to become England’s best new playwright, finds himself wrapped up in royal espionage schemes while also falling in love (this book is by a Twitter friend of mine, and it is a wonderful historical thriller with a gay man at the center).

Creatures of Will and Temper by Molly Tanzer: a very very queer remix of The Picture of Dorian Gray (which was already quite queer), featuring amazing female characters, a gay Basil, and a much happier ending than the original. 

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston: The gay prince of England and the bisexual, biracial first son of the president fall in love (think an AU of 2016 where a woman becomes president). Featuring a fantastic discovery of bisexuality, ruminations on grief, and just a truly astonishing book. One of my favorites!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston:  For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train (This is Casey McQuiston’s brand new novel featuring time-travel, queer women, and I absolutely cannot WAIT to read it)

The Heiress by Molly Greely: Set in the Pride and Prejudice universe, this takes on Anne de Bourg (Lady Catherine’s daughter), and makes her queer! 

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters:  Nan King, an oyster girl, is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act. At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins (Sarah Waters is the queen of historical lesbians. All of her books are good, and they’re all gay! The Paying Guests is another great one)

(On a side note re: queer books, there are MANY, these are just ones I’ve read more recently. Also there are a lot of indie/self-published writers doing great work writing queer books, so definitely support your local indie authors!) 

#I am inevitably forgetting things!!! #These are just ones that came to mind #Long post #Pride

[awhitehead17]

Batfam Alphabet: K - Kryptonian’s

Summary: After noticing how everyone is busy meeting up with someone who is either a Kryptonian or even a Kent that day, Dick notices how he’s the only one in the family that doesn’t have a Kryptonian partner.

Enjoy! :D

“C’mon Damian, let’s go! We’re going to be late!”

Dick pauses from where he’s walking through the foyer and looks up to find Tim shouting for their younger brother as he hurries down the stairs. When he reaches the bottom the teenager rushes to the door and throws it open and impatiently waits in the doorway as he checks his watch every few seconds.

Raising an eyebrow, Dick glances at the top of the stairs but doesn’t find any sign of Damian. He turns back to Tim. “What’s the rush?”

Tim blinks and stares at him for a moment like he’s just noticing Dick’s presence for the first time. With his eyes flicking to and fro Tim huffs in annoyance and taps his foot restlessly. “We’re meeting Conner and Jon at Amusement Mile but we’re running late because a certain someone can’t apparently keep track of the time!”

Dick frowns, suddenly feeling concerned for his brothers’ safety. “Is going there a wise idea?”

With a wave of his hand Tim dismisses his concern. “It’ll be fine. At the end of the day we’re all trained and it’s only a phone call away if anything does happen. Kon and Jon are there so if we do need an emergency evac we can get out of there quickly.”

Before Dick could respond a new voice joins the conversation.

“We have plenty of time Drake, don’t be so impatient.”

Both Dick and Tim look up to find Damian now descending down the stairs at a leisurely pace, obviously not in such a hurry as Tim is. Dick wonders if Damian is doing it purposely to annoy Tim or because they do have a lot of time to spare and Tim is just being overly-cautious.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little early or even on time brat.” Tim snaps at him, glaring as Damian reaches the bottom of the staircase. “Now come on, we’re wasting time.”

Without even so much a goodbye Tim spins around and hurries out the door once Damian approaches. Damian tuts but follows behind Tim saying “Bye Grayson” as he passes Dick on the way out of the door.

It takes Dick a moment to react, his mind catching up with the fact that Damian and Tim are hanging out together, seemingly willingly with one other. He blinks and shouts after them, “don’t kill one another! Stay safe and remember to call if anything happens!”

Neither brother responds to him but Dick rationalises he’s done what he could, if something happens between them he is not to blame. Maybe he should message Conner to ask him to check in and to make sure they behave. The Kryptonian brothers get along unlike Tim and Damian so his caution is reasonable as them two together is certainly a questionable matter. In the end he decides against it, instead choosing to wait and see what the end result of the day looks like.

Eventually he shuts the front door and continues on his way with what he had been doing before the sudden distraction.

------

Dick’s route through the foyer is interrupted again not even an hour later, only this time because of the group of girls gathered there. Dick stops and stares at the scene unsure on how to proceed, should he make his way through them or go around them?

Steph, Cass, Barbara and even Kara are grouped together giggling about something. Seeing three of them together is rather normal but he is surprised to see Kara around.

Before Dick could decide on what action to take he’s spotted by Steph. The blonde waves enthusiastically at him. “Hey Dick! How are things? Don’t mind us we’re moving to the media room now.”

The other girls turn and face him. Cass and Kara give him a smile and a small wave in greeting while Barbara shoots him a bland look. He wouldn’t expect anything else from her.

As Dick is about to move he’s stopped short by Kara addressing him. She points up to the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “Dick, is it true that you used to often climb up there and hang from it?”

Dick glances up and his mind is suddenly ambushed with fond memories of when he was a kid and used to do acrobatics from said chandelier. Alfred used to give him hell for it, particularly after he accidently broke one when he got a bit too bold trying a new move.

He smiles and looks back at Kara nodding. “Yeah, that’s true. More often than you would think believe it or not. I did it less frequently as I got older though.”

Kara snorts with amusement. “I can totally see Jon doing something like that, rao, even Conner would try something like that.”

“Considering who they’re friends with, that doesn’t surprise me.” Steph comments laughing. “Well lets get to it! See you later Dick!”

Steph takes off down the corridor towards the media room with a bounce in her step. Kara sends him one more smile and follows her, Cass comes up to him and stands on her tip toes to place a kiss on his cheek before following them and finally Barbara sends him a wistful smile before trailing behind the girls, clearly also remembering what he used to be like back then.

Once they disappear from view it takes Dick a moment to move, his mind thinking about what just happened. He didn’t even realise they were friends with Kara. He doesn’t even know how they know each other, then again he doesn’t follow every move the girls make, they’ve probably had cases that have crossed over a time or two. Shaking his head he lets it go and continues on with his day.

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When Dick bumps into Bruce in the kitchen later on that day he feels like there’s a pattern forming.

He’s sat at the kitchen island minding his own business as he eats his lunch and mindlessly going through Facebook, Alfred is pottering about also minding his own business, when Bruce rushes in looking a little frazzled.

Dick watches mollified as Bruce darts about the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards left right and centre clearly looking for something which he doesn’t find straight away. As soon as he came in, Alfred simply stood to the side and allowed Bruce to freely search the place patiently waiting for the inevitable to happen.

After searching every cupboard and draw available Bruce turns to Alfred and before the man could say anything Alfred simply holds out his hand revealing a travel mug. Bruce suddenly looks so relieved and gratefully takes the mug out of the butler’s hand with a breathless “thank you”.

“You are a saint Alfred, there’s no way I’m going to be able to cope today without this.” Bruce determines already taking a sip of the mug’s contents.

Dick blinks, completely lost to what’s happening, especially when all Alfred does is nod as he had been expecting that reaction the entire time.

“What is going on?” He blurts out without meaning too. The two men turn and face him, Alfred looking passive and Bruce looking surprised at his presence. Has Dick become invisible or something? That’s the same reaction Tim had that morning in the foyer.

“Oh, afternoon Dick, I completely missed you sat there.” Bruce says looking a little sheepish, a look that isn’t common on the man though Dick’s seen it more than enough times at this point in his life. “I have a meeting with Clark and the rest of the League members. I’m running a bit behind schedule but not enough to not grab my coffee before heading off. I won’t be back until late, don’t wait for me before going out tonight.”

With that statement Bruce leaves the kitchen with the travel mug clutched tightly in his hands. Dick shoots Alfred a surprised look but the elderly man has already turned around and continued with his task.

Sighing Dick turns his attention back on his half eaten lunch and goes back to scrolling through his Facebook newsfeed. Quickly getting bored of it, he places his phone down and strikes up a conversation with Alfred, the man appears more than happy to converse with him as he works.

After a while Alfred breaks their conversation, sending Dick an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Master Dick but I’m going to have to excuse myself. I have a scheduled phone call to make in a few moments.”

Dick stares, caught off guard by the reason. “What? Who with?” After he says it he realises how bad and how patronizing it sounds. He immediately winces and apologises.

Alfred merely looks amused at his behaviour, thankfully not taking any offense to it. “If you have to know Master Dick, I have a call with Mrs Martha Kent. We’re going to be comparing recipes and giving some recommendations.”

“Okay…”

Alfred leaves the kitchen then, leaving Dick all by himself in the room as his mind reels back over the last hour or so to what’s happened. Is everyone busy today or something?

Finally finishing his lunch, Dick clears his mess up and wanders out of the kitchen trying to decide what to do for the rest of the day.

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The next thing to happen which adds to the odd feeling he’s been having throughout the day is when he bumps into Selina in the corridor of the bedrooms wing. He’s heading towards his own room when he notices Selina strutting her way towards him.

His eyes widen as he takes in her outfit. She’s wearing a low cut black blouse paired off with tight leather pants and high heels. She’s wearing a golden necklace with matching bracelets on her wrists and her face done up with perfect looking make-up. The shadowing around her eyes make them stand out along with the boldness of her lipstick which helps define her facial features.

Dick stops in his tracks and watches as she approaches. When she’s close enough she stops and sends him a smile.

“Hot date?” Dick asks with a grin. He can’t help but be curious on why she’s dressed up like that. Bruce isn’t around and there’s no party that he’s aware of happening. Unless she plans on crashing the meeting Bruce happens to be in, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened…

Her smiles turns more devious, “Not quite birdie,” she drawls out. She places her hands on her hips and cocks them to one side. “I’m meeting with Lois Lane. There’s a certain… get together we’re attending and I tend to make a statement.”

Dick’s eyes widen in surprise, he hadn’t been expecting that. He knows that Selina and Lois know one another, he’s seen them interact with each other enough times at gala’s both Bruce and Clark have attended too but he didn’t know they were that close.

After a couple beats he sends her an easy smile. “Well, I’m certain you’re going to make a statement alright.”

“Thank you kitten,” she replies patting his cheek softly, “now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get going.” She saunters past him, continuing down the hallway clearly ready to kick some ass. Selina is the personification of the saying ‘looks can be deceiving’.

“Have fun!” Dick calls out to her retreating form.

As he enters his room Dick is struck by a thought that even Selina is busy that day. It’s really starting to appear that he's the only one without any plans or even someone to meet up with. It suddenly makes him feel lonely, it’s an irrational feeling but he couldn’t help feel it temporarily, maybe it’s jealously of his family all currently hanging out with someone or each other. It’ll soon pass when everyone is back home and skulking around looking for stuff to do out of boredom.

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Half an hour later and Dick knows he's had enough. It seems like the last straw has been drawn and how the universe has decided to rub salt into the wound.

Dick’s not even out of his bedroom doorway before he’s stopping short at the sight of two beings walking past him. He blinks and looks down the hallway with furrowed eyebrows and seconds later it registers who he’s seeing.

“Jason?”

His brother stops in the middle of the hallway and turns around to face him. He looks surprised for a moment before his expression goes back to neutral. “Oh, hey Dick.”

“What are you doing?” He questions his brother, his gaze slipping to Jason’s companion. Bizarro stands next to Jason, his eyes drifting between the two of them as he watches them interact with a frown.

Jason jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “We’re heading out now as we’re about to meet Artemis.”

Dick runs a hand over his face taking in the new information. “How long has Bizarro been here?”

His brother sends him perplexed look. “Uh, like all day? Did you not know that?”

“No. No I didn’t.”

“Oh,” Jason shrugs, not bothered by his answer, “well whatever. As I said we’re heading out now, so see ya! Say bye bye, Bizarro.”

“Bye bye.” Bizarro calls out to him with a wave of his hand.

Dick half heartedly waves back as he watches them disappear down the hallway. Once they were gone Dick slips back into his room and shuts the door behind him, completely forgetting the original reason why he had been leaving in the first place.

He goes over to his bed and flops down on it with a heavy sigh. Jason, even Jason, is busy and has company. How is it only him who isn’t doing anything? Usually it’s the other way around, where he’s always trying to find time in his schedule to meet up with his friends, family or to have some time for himself.

Burying his face into his pillow he sighs dejectedly, feeling sorry for himself. Dick frowns, maybe that’s not the right term, would jealously be more accurate or maybe loneliness is better suited. Whatever the word is for what he’s feeling, he knows it’s pretty much unwarranted. He should be happy that all of his siblings and extended family are out being sociable, they all have hectic and unpredictable lives, taking any free time a person has to spend it with those they care about is worth it.

Dick shouldn’t be annoyed with his family because he’s the one currently holed up in his bedroom sulking because he doesn’t have anyone to be with. It’s not their fault.

Something else he notices is how everyone seems to have their own Kryptonian, or by extension a Kent.

There's Bruce and Clark, though Bruce will deny their friendship at every opportunity. Tim and Conner, who are best friends (maybe more, Dick’s not quite sure). Damian and Jon, as much as the former is reluctant to admit how much he cares for the younger. Steph, Cass, Barbara and Kara who are all apparently friends. Selina and Lois. Alfred and Mrs Kent. Jason and Bizarro.

He’s the only one without a Kryptonian partner. While he’s worked with Clark a few times and has connected with him, after all Clark’s the one who inspired him to become Nightwing, it’s not the same thing.

After spewing in his thoughts for a while, Dick comes to a conclusion that sleep sounds like the best option right now. If he sleeps then he’s not thinking, and as a bonus at the same time his body is resting and extra rest never hurts anyone.

He shifts on his mattress, getting into a more comfortable position to sleep in, and buries his head further into his pillow. Closing his eyes he tries to force his body into unconsciousness. His eyes snap open only seconds later when his phone pings from it’s place on his bedside table.

Stuck between being excited for a message and dreading it, Dick reaches out and grabs the device. Rolling over onto his back he lifts his phone up in front of his face and reads the notification. Seeing who the message is from, a wide grin stretches across Dick’s face and any dread he had been feeling instantly disappears. It seems like the universe has finally decided to side with him (or that it’s had enough of him moping) because it’s a message from his long time old friend Wally West.

‘Hey man it’s been waaaayyyyyy too long. Are you free to hang out any time soon – we need to catch up bro.’

Dick agrees with the message, it has been too long since they last saw one another. From what Dick heard last is how Wally’s been busy helping out in Central City, his relationship with Linda is progressing smoothly, he’s been helping to train his cousin and how he’s been away on a mission with Jay. Dick had thought Wally was still away, hence why he hadn’t contacted him but obviously he’s wrong about that.

Dick types out a reply to his friend, feeling eager and excited to meet up. ‘I’m free right now if you are. C’mon over to the Manor when you can?’

It takes a few moments for Wally to respond. ‘Absolutely. Though will Bats have my ass if I just show up?’

Dick snorts, of all the things to be concerned about… ‘No. You’re fine. B’s in a meeting.’

‘Okay! I’ll be there in a flash ;D’

It’s stupid but Dick couldn’t help chuckle at the poor joke. No doubts on how Wally’s picked up that behaviour from Barry.

Feeling jittery, Dick rolls off his bed and begins making his way downstairs so he could greet Wally by the door. He doesn’t know what they’ll do other than talk to catch up and possibly raid the kitchen at the same time. Dick doesn’t mind what they do, at least he finally has someone to hang out with!

Just as Dick reaches the bottom of the stairs in the foyer, the doorbell rings alerting him of Wally’s arrival. Dick grins as he approaches the door and it only gets wider when he opens it to reveal his best friend standing there on the front porch.

“Wal-man! How’s it going dude!” He exclaims stepping towards the speedster.

Wally’s gaze snaps to him and an identical grin appears on his face. “Dick, it’s so good to see you man!”

They come together and embrace tightly with a few firm pats on the back. They part after a few beats and then take a moment to observe one another. Dick is pleased to find Wally appearing the same as he did when he last saw him, looking happy and healthy.

“So…” Wally trails off when the silence gets drawn out for too long.

“So.” Dick repeats promptly. Getting himself together, he continues to grin and throws an arm around his friend’s shoulders, using that leverage he guides Wally into the house. “We have a lot to catch up on.”

Wally’s own arm wraps around Dick’s back as they pass through the foyer. “That we do. I can’t even remember when the last time I saw you was.”

With his free hand Dick waves the comment away. “Doesn’t matter, we’re here now. Shall we grab some food and go to my room? I would suggest the media room but the girls are currently inhabiting it, have been all day, alternatively we could go to the conservatory or even outside since it’s dry and warm.”

Wally hums for a moment before answering. “Food is a definite must, you know me – hey has Alfred cooked recently, any chance we could steal some leftovers? And your room sounds fine, at least there’ll be less chance of us being disturbed by one of your millions of siblings.”

Dick rolls his eyes at the comment though he carries on smiling, some days it really does feel like he has a million. Will Bruce ever learn the meaning of ‘no more’?

“I have no idea what Alfred has in the kitchen so we shall see when we get there.” Dick says smiling.

The two of them fall into an easy stream of chatter as they begin catching up with what’s going on in their lives.

As they chat Dick thinks to himself, why was he so bothered that his family members all have their own Kryptonian when he has his own speedster? A couple of them also have a speedster but not everyone so Dick can hold onto this, at least that’s what he’s rationalising to himself. Thinking back on it, Dick realises that it’s stupid, why should he be concerned about it at all? He's now with his best friend, that’s what matters and that’s exactly what he's going to focus on.

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