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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@misstantabismuses sent: ☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them? (I need Rick to answer this XD) Muses talking about the mun || Accepting !

Ice blue eyes linger on the question for a moment, before Rick scoffs, but under the annoyance that curls his features there’s a little smirk. It’s not every day that he gets given free rein to speak his mind. Oh, he always does it anyway, but right now? He won’t face any consequences for it.

“I-I’m going to assume that t-the first part of this fuckin’ question is rhetorical, b-because fuckin’ duh. F-Fuckin’ multi-muse, i-it’s written everywhere. I-I’d have shit to say about that too, but eh. I-I guess I’ll leave it for the next rant.”

He shrugs, leaning against the workbench in a way that’s only apparently casual.

“Let’s get fuckin’ started.”

“Summer an-and Morty. Sum-Sum is cool, w-we have a lot of good parties an-and shit together. S-She annoys the hell out of me at times, b-but she makes up for it because she’s useful an-and I can always have her running errands for me. A-As for Morty...we have a complicated relationship, b-but he’s my little buddy. M-My adventure partner. S-So, I guess he sort of is my favourite...b-but if you tell anyone, I-I’ll fucking deny it. H-He’s also a pain in my ass w-when he gets too cocky or too stubborn, but...W-We work well together. W-We’re a fuckin’ good team. An-And he always includes me in his threads, one way or the other, s-so I fuckin’ appreciate that.”

“T-Then there’s Stan and A-991. W-We’re pals, he’s really fuckin’ fun to hang around. An-And it’s great to play cards with someone w-who’s almost as good as me at cheating. A-AR is one of the few Ricks I can stand. I-I guess we’re friends, kind of? S-Scotty has their canon for us, b-but it doesn’t apply to all my verses, s-so it’s mostly something they keep in their head.”

“An-And then there’s Jinx an-and Blitzo. O-Our Jinx is okay, I guess? S-She mostly keeps away, s-so I don’t really engage her. B-But it’s fun to see her playing pranks on the other muses...n-not so much when she targets me. B-Blitzo is fun to have around. W-We butt heads a lot an-and he’s a fuckin’ idiot and g-goddammit, you should see his room in the mindscape...N-Never seen that much horse stuff in the same place, holy shit. B-But I like his sense of humour, s-so we can have a laugh.”

“M-Millie and Stan’s great grandkid? N-No opinions. I-I’ve never talked to them, an-and I don’t really care to. I-I think Mabel is friends with my Morty, b-but it’s hard to tell. I-I don’t pay any attention to her at all.”

“T-The other three Ricks and the other Morty...T-They are basically fuckin’ useless. I-I don’t fuckin’ get why Scotty keeps them on the blog. I-I mean, they take up space an-and nothing else. I-It’s not like they get to write them, s-so they could just throw them out. N-No one wants to write with them, so w-what’s the goddamn point?”

He finally pauses for a moment, his expression slowly shifting into a scowl. And now for the grand finale. He has let the three people he can’t stand as the last for a reason.

“N-Now that all this is out of the way...t-the fuckin’ evil trio. I-I don’t even fuckin’ know where to start from. J-Jesus, have you fucking seen them? T-The demonic nacho, President Psycho an-and his Rick feral pet? W-What...Ho-How could anyone like them? T-They are fuckin’ creepy, fuckin’ annoying an-and just as fuckin’ pleasant as a cactus shoved up your ass w-without lube.”

He throws his hands in the air before crossing them on his chest.

“I-I have never seen tha-that fuckin’ triangle being normal, n-not even for five seconds. H-He just hangs there, making shitty deals an-and constantly finding loopholes an-and just staring at you with that one eye of yours...An-and don’t get me started on how he drinks or eat. O-Or on that goddamn monster tongue an-and teeth he grows out of his eyelids. S-Shits, he makes killer martinis an-and he’s really good at the piano, b-but everything else? He’s fuckin’ terrible.”

“T-The little freak is just...f-fuckin’ unbearable. W-What fourteen years old is that creepy? I-I swear, he’s supposed to be a version of Morty, b-but he’s a race on his own. H-He has this polite exterior, all empty smiles an-and elaborate words. I-It gives me the chills every time b-because I know it’s fake, b-but it’s so good that I-I almost thing it’s not. I-It drive me insane. An-And, worst of all? He’s smart. H-Here I say it and here I deny it, but fuck. Tha-That makes it even more dangerous. N-No empathy, ruthlessness an-and intelligence? I-I don’t give a shit about it, b-but damn. Keep him away.”

“An-And Evil Rick...I-I can see whom the little creep take after. T-The guy doesn’t have a hint of sanity left. H-He speaks just a few words an-and when he does...He’s fuckin’ scary. An-And I don’t scare easily. H-He lingers in the mindscape with this cold gloomy aura all around him an-and ruins my vibes all the time. An-And when he isn’t? He’s cooped up i-in his lab of horrors d-doing shit that would make Freddy Krueger shit himself. I-I had a few...not so pleasant experiences with him an-and let’s say that I’ve learnt to leave him alone.”

“An-And you know what’s worse than President Psycho an-and Psycho Senior? T-The two of them together. I-I’m not fuckin’ touching that. Nope. B-But Scotty has this fucked up verse where they ‘make up’ or-or whatever an-and it’s one of the most messed relationships I-I’ve ever seen.”

He shakes his head, as to chase away whatever image has popped up in the front of his mind.

“B-But yeah, I’m done. T-To sum it up? T-This place is an overcrowded zoo w-with some pleasant moments.”

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#[ ic :: fourth wall break ]#misstantabismuses #[[ you really had to unleash him didn't you x'DDD ]]#[[ I had to kick him bc he would have made me write the Divine Comedy otherwise =.=" ]]#[[ and he already ranted endlessly so I'll let you imagine how long it would have been ]]

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bave-de-crapaud · 3 years

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The Chaperone...

PART ONE

Artwork by flowsofly

Post Azkaban Sirius Black x Reader Older Sirius Word Count: 1600+

Warning: Eventual Smut

Disclaimer: all characters are assumed 18+

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“Sirius, you know I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are trying to get intel from this woman! For the Order no less.”

Sirius sighed and dropped his face onto his kitchen table. Y/N barely had time to move his coffee mug out of the way before he knocked it over.

“I know, but every time I talk to her she thinks I’m making a move or asking her out.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in half amusement. “Well, you do flirt, a lot.”

Sirius cocked his head at her and smirked. “That’s just with you, sweetheart.” To Sirius’ annoyance though, Y/N rebuffed this comment.

“Well, have you tried being clearer and stating you are not interested?”

He sat up and looked at Y/N - his derisive expression told her the answer he didn’t need to voice.

“Well, what about appealing to Dumbledore? Surely he won’t keep you in this position…” she trailed off as Sirius scoffed, looking away from Y/N.

“He thinks this is an advantage. Even Moody told me to use ‘every angle.’”

Sirius’s frown concerned Y/N. She’d known him for a few years now - heard of him for longer. He wasn’t the sybarite person that everyone thought he was and she understood his dilemma of having to ‘suck it up’ for the greater good - ending the Death Eater reign.

However, unlike Dumbledore and Moody, Y/N thought that after his stint in Azkaban, and consequent years on the run followed by an enforced house arrest, Sirius had sucked it up enough for their cause.

“Ok, say I do stay and run interference for this…” Y/N waved her hands in the air, struggling for a word to describe the situation.”This… meet.”

“Yes?!” Sirius’ face broke into a hopeful grin which caused Y/N to hold out her palm and halt the hope before it spread.

“Hypothetically speaking, Sirius…. How will that help? Haven’t you already tried this with Remus and Bill?”

Y/N didn’t like the crooked grin that played on Sirius’ face just then, it foretold of danger for her and when he answered she saw where his game was.

“Yes…” Sirius drawled slowly. “But not as my, girlfriend.”

“Oh no! Don’t go there.” Despite her initial reaction of shock, Y/N couldn’t help smiling at his cheeky smirk.

Sirius, pursed his lips and studied her, tapping his boot on the table leg next to him. They sat in silence for a moment, each debating the pros and cons of his request, deflating each second as the realisation grew that though Y/N staying would help Sirius in his conundrum, it would certainly derail his assignment and cause him to lose a key contact.

The thing about Rita was, she didn’t, and had never taken ‘No’ for an answer. It was what made her such an excellent reporter and such an insufferable witch…

“Oh Sirius, you are just sooo funny!” Rita’s sickly sweet voice rang out through the room as she placed her hand on his chest and leant into him as if to prove to her colleagues he was her conquest.

Sirius, leant away and smiled mechanically. “All I said was ‘I’m tight on time.’” He knew she was trying to get everyone’s attention. He had been half sure that her intention of inviting him to her workplace for ‘urgent intel’, was in fact a ruse to show him off to her workmates. Now he was certain.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Sirius crossed his arms over his chest, thereby subtly removing her hand from his body.

“Why don’t we talk about this over dinner tonight?” She purred, circling her index finger along his forearm.

The feeling made Sirius’ shiver in disgust and he was certain his balls had just tried to insert themselves back inside his body.

“You called me here to tell me to come to dinner? Jesus, I left work for this - I thought you had some important info?”

Not in the least perturbed, Rita smiled her devious smile at him.

“Oh the Auror office won’t miss you for 5 minutes with me will they?” She attempted to batt her eyes at him in a sycophantic sort of way.

Sirius couldn’t help it, his mouth turned down in disgust and she had noticed. He was weighing up his options: piss her off and lose potential info or acquiesce, and suffer through another obsequious evening. It was perhaps the hardening in her eyes at his obvious distaste to her flirting and the worry of failing the Order that answered for him.

“Fine. See you tonight. Come to my place. 6pm. We’ll eat.”

Rita smiled triumphantly as Sirius turned, leaving the room quickly.

“Oh, I have a friend staying with me at the moment and she’ll be joining us. You’ll like her. See you tonight.”

Though his back was turned, he could picture the shocked displeasured look finding its way onto her features. It was small wins like this that gave him strength, and he smirked to himself as he strode out of the room.

“Yikes - she is awful, Sirius.” Y/N had listened as he talked and started to feel sorry for the man. He was, as he had so eloquently pointed out previously, between a rock and a hard place. Could it possibly be that they - the Order - his friends had misjudged this supposed playboy?

As Y/N contemplated this, Sirius sighed and took another sip of his coffee. Y/N studied his face, it was drawn and resigned. Not at all like the playful, gregarious Sirius she was used to.

Wanting to cheer him up, Y/N kept searching in her brain for help, “well, it won’t be all bad will it? You’ll at least have someone with you tonight.”

Sirius looked back at Y/N, a hopeful expression filling out his face. “I will?”

“Yes.” Y/N frowned confused. “You said to Rita that someone was…oh no!”

Finally clicking to the realisation about what he had assumed, Y/N stood up quickly from the table.

“No no no no no… no!”

“Please, Y/N?!” Sirius got to his feet too.

“No! Sirius, how will that look? We’ll get in trouble with the Order and this is important intel, I hope.”

“I’m begging you Y/N.” Sirius implored. “I’ll drop to my knees if you want me to.”

Y/N was temporarily disarmed at the thought of bringing Sirius Black to his knees and he used this momentary lapse in concentration to his advantage.

“Look, she’ll be here any minute and you don’t have to be you.”

“What do you mean? She knows who I am. We work in the same department remember. Unless you have some Polyjuice on hand but I doubt there is a wizard or witch Rita Skeeter won’t recognise. She gets everywhere.”

“No not Polyjuice - she doesn’t know your animagus form!” Sirius was grinning artfully at Y/N who was again temporally shocked by another request.

Sirius pushed forward before Y/N could react to the fact he knew she was an animagus, “I said there was someone joining us tonight - I didn’t say it was human!” Sirius paused, an infinitesimal air of hesitancy about him, “You can pretend to be my pet.”

“YOUR PET?!” Y/N took a swipe at him from across the table which he easily dodged by catching her hand in his.

“You’d make a great pet Y/N and I’ll be sure to treat you right.” He laughed at her snarl and pitiful attempt to hit him again.

Before Y/N could voice her outrage there was a knock at the door.

Both froze.

“Sirius!” Y/N tired to reason with him. “You haven’t even seen my animagus form - how did you even know I was one?”

“Tonks told me.” He smirked again.

Tonks. Y/N growled under her breath already planning what she was going to do the next time she saw that metamorphmagus.

“It can’t be that bad.” Sirius held on to Y/N’s hand still, as he strode around the table, heading towards the door. “T said you were some sort of cat?”

Y/N looked at him for a full 10 seconds, contemplating her options. Another, more impatient knock rang out in the hallway.

“Please Y/N?” Sirius beseeched her.

She looked into the perfect face of Sirius Black, his sharp jawline flecked with stubble, chiseled cheek bones flanked by waves shoulder length black hair. She couldn’t say no to this face and in all honesty she was starting to believe that this might be fun.

“Yes, I’m a cat.”

“Please Y/N. Sirius begged again. “ I’ll owe you big time.”

“Fine, but be careful what you wish for.” A reckless freedom had swept over Y/N and perhaps tonight would prove to be an excellent moment to test the waters with Sirius - see just how sincere he was and how far he was willing to go to owe her one.

“Great!” Sirius stood close to Y/N and wrapped her in a furious bear hug. “I’ll grab the door and you just.. um change. Don’t leave my side ok?”

“Ok.”

“Just do cat things: get in the way, sit on my lap etcetera.”

“Your lap?!” Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

To his credit he blushed. “Strictly to help me create a barrier with Rita and all that.”

Y/N had not seen Sirius blush before. “Ok - I’ll do cat things and keep her away from you.”

Sirius squeezed her once again before turning and walking out the room as the forth and final knock sounded loudly on the front door.

A small smile crept onto Y/N’s lips as she thought of Sirius asking her to sit on his lap. Whatever happened tonight, that request alone was going to be worth the potential telling off they could get from the Order if anyone found out what they were doing tonight.

This was going to be fun.

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miserablesme · 3 years

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The Les Miserables Changelog Part 6: 1987-1997 West End variations

Hello, everyone! This is the latest edition in my attempt to chronicle all of the musical and lyrical changes which the show Les Miserables has undergone over the years. This time, we're going through the production-specific differences between the official 1987-1997 libretto and the West End productions of the era.

Compared to American productions, the West End production was NOT afraid to improvise a little relative to what the books said. It was simultaneously willing to hold on to things the official libretto abandoned, and to add in details not done elsewhere. (Incidentally this reportedly was true with the staging as well as the lyrics, though this blog is focused on the latter.)

It’s worth noting that the show went through many iterations throughout the decade. For the sake of coherence I’m separating this post into each variant.

Oh, and because this entails many different versions of the musical, and most of these lyrical changes can be seen and discussed in other posts of my blog, this post will be significantly less thorough than most of mine regarding my thoughts on the changes. With all that cleared up, let us begin!

Circa 1987-1988 variant

During “On Parole”, the official lyrics of the innkeepers have since 1987 been:

My rooms are full

And I’ve no supper to spare

I’d like to help a stranger

All we want is to be fair

The West End production maintained the original version instead:

My rooms are full

And I’ve no supper to spare

I’d like to help you really

All I want is to be fair

"At the End of the Day" reverses a line. Officially Valjean usually sings:

What is this fighting all about?

Will someone tear these two apart?

Instead, the West End show has him ask:

Will someone tear these two apart?

What is this fighting all about?

The 1987 libretto had these (solo) lyrics to “The Runaway Cart”:

Don’t go near him, Monsieur Mayor

The load is as heavy as hell

The old man is a goner for sure

It will kill you as well

The West End version used the original ensemble sequence instead:

(INDIVIDUAL)

Don’t go near him, Monsieur Mayor

There’s nothing at all you can do

(ENSEMBLE)

The old man is a goner for sure

Leave him alone

“Who Am I?” still used the original “This innocent who bears my face” instead of “who wears my face”. It also still featured Valjean’s “You know where to find me!” declaration officially written out of the libretto.

Prior to "Master of the House", a customer still declares "Hell, what a wine" instead of the revised "God, what a wine".

In the “Waltz of Treachery”, Thenardier still asks “Have we done for your child what is best?” instead of the official post-Broadway line which changes “your child” to “her child”. Additionally, Valjean still sings "a friendlier sky" instead of "some friendlier sky".

Then, at the end of the number, at least some performances use a slightly different line from the norm. Usually Little Cosette asks:

Will there be children

And castles to see?

However, this era of the West End production used a version later borrowed by the Official Symphonic Soundtrack as well as the 1992 UK tour:

Will there be castles

And children to see?

I can’t help but wonder what this edit was supposed to accomplish. Is it supposed to show that Cosette is optimistic and innocent enough to prioritize castles over making friends?

The opening of "Look Down" interestingly used a middle ground between Gavroche's original and rewritten lines. Originally he declares:

This is my school, my high society

From St. Denis to St Michel

We live on crumbs of humble piety

Tough on the teeth, but what the hell?

If you're poor, if you're free

Follow me, follow me!

Officially in the 1987 libretto, he instead proclaims:

This is my school, my high society

Here in the slums of St Michel

We live on crumbs of humble piety

Tough on the teeth, but what the hell?

Think you're poor? Think you're free?

Follow me, follow me!

However, the West End production at the time has him sing:

This is my school, my high society

Here in the slums of St Michel

We live on crumbs of humble piety

Tough on the teeth, but what the hell?

If you're poor, if you're free

Follow me, follow me!

The revised opener combined with the original closing part! A fascinating combination in my book.

As in the original version, the Beggar Woman cries "You give 'em all the pox" instead of just "Give 'em all the pox".

The 1987 libretto featured the following exchange as an ensemble piece:

When's it gonna end?

When're we gonna live?

Something's gotta happen now or

Something's gotta give

However, the West End production used the original solo lines:

When's it gonna end?

When're we gonna live?

Something's gotta happen, dearie

Something's gotta give

Fortunately, the generic students' lines have been replaced with Marius and Enjolras as usual. However, the beggars' lines in between their dialogue is in its original form. Instead of the revised lines:

(BEGGARS)

See our children fed

Help us in our shame

Something for a crust of bread in Holy Jesus' name

(SOLO BEGGAR)

In the Lord's holy name

(BEGGARS)

In His name, in His name, in His name

The original ones are used:

(BEGGARS)

Something for a meal

Something for a doss

Something in the name of Him who died upon the cross

On the cross, come across

On the cross, come across, come across

"The Robbery" has mostly been adapted into its revised Broadway form, with one small difference. Instead of the following revised part of Thenardier's dialogue:

Save a life, spare a sou

God rewards all the good that you do

He instead sings the following:

Save a life, spare a sou

God will see all the good that you do

This is presumably a relic of the number's pre-Broadway form, in which Thenardier's plea includes the line:

How d'you do? Spare a sou

God will see all the good that you do

I kind of like this unique variant actually. It strikes me as a little more authentic regarding what an actual religious person would say. My experience is that the omniscience of God seems to be a higher priority in most devout Christians' minds than the ways he will reward them. Of course, Thenardier is just putting on an act and he himself prioritizes nothing before reward, so perhaps the standard lines make more sense.

For some inexplicable reason, Javert's "Why on earth did he run?" later in "The Robbery" is instead sung as "Why the hell did he run?" This feels extremely out-of-character; Javert is usually not one to use Biblical terms casually.

"Stars" mostly takes on its usual post-Broadway form, with one difference. Instead of singing:

He knows his way in the dark

But mine is the way of the Lord

And those who follow the path of the righteous shall have their reward

He removes the final conjunction, making the lyric:

He knows his way in the dark

But mine is the way of the Lord

Those who follow the path of the righteous shall have their reward

Ironically, I find the original "but" a little awkward while thinking the "and" is better when present! Not a huge deal though.

Enjolras' name continues not to be stated during the instrumentals before "Red and Black".

During "Red and Black", Grantaire still sings "We talk of battles to be won" instead of the slightly revised "You talk of battles to be won".

"The Attack on Rue Plumet" uses the slightly different original "to watch a cat and his father" line instead of the official "to see a cat and his father".

Then, at the climax of the number, instead of the revised sequence of lines:

You wait my girl, you'll rue this night

I'll make you scream, you'll scream alright!

Leave her to me, don't wait around

Make for the sewers, go underground

The original sequence was used:

Make for the sewers, don't wait around

Leave her to me, go underground

You wait my girl, you'll rue this night

I'll make you scream, you'll scream alright!

During "One Day More", Javert sings the original "One day more to revolution" instead of "One more day to revolution" as is standard.

In the opener to Act Two, Grantaire sings the pre-Broadway "Some will bark, some will bite" from the pre-Broadway show instead of the revised "Dogs will bark, fleas will bite".

After "Little People", Grantaire similarly keeps his original "Better far to die a schoolboy than a p'liceman and a spy instead of the post-Broadway "What's the difference? Die a schoolboy, die a p'liceman, die a spy".

The Second Attack retains a lot of pre-Broadway lines. Instead of this post-Broadway opening:

(ENJOLRAS)

How do we stand? Feuilly make your report

(FEUILLY)

We've guns enough but ammunition short

(MARIUS)

I will go into the street

There are bodies all around

Ammunition to be had

Lots of bullets to be found

The original one is used:

(ENJOLRAS)

How do we stand? Feuilly make your report

(FEUILLY)

We've guns enough but bullets running short

(MARIUS)

Let me go into the street

There are bodies all around

Ammunition to be had

Lots of bullets to be found

Then, instead of this post-Broadway sequence:

(ENJOLRAS)

I can't let you go, it's too much of a chance

(MARIUS)

And the same is true for any man here

(VALJEAN)

Let me go, he's no more than a boy

I am old, I have nothing to fear

The pre-Broadway one is used:

(ENJOLRAS)

I can't let you go, it's too much of a chance

(MARIUS)

And the same can be said for any man here

(VALJEAN)

Let me go in his place, he's no more than a boy

I am old and alone and have nothing to fear

The remainder of the scene is performed in its usual post-Broadway form.

The "Final Battle" number uses the more hectic original pace as opposed to the less wordy post-Broadway lyrics. Instead of these current lyrics:

(ENJOLRAS)

Let us die facing our foes

Make them bleed while they can

(COMBEFERRE)

Make them pay through the nose

(COURFEYRAC)

Make them pay for every man

A slight variation on the original lyrics is used:

(ENJOLRAS)

Come on my friends, though we stand here alone

Let us go to our deaths with our face to the foes

(COMBEFERRE)

Let 'em pay for each death with a death of their own

(COURFEYRAC)

If they get me, by God, they will pay through the nose

Notice how the line now uses "the foes" instead of the original "our foes". Everything else is consistent with the original sequence, though.

"Dog Eats Dog" is mostly the same as its post-Broadway revision. However, Thenardier still sings "Here's a little toy" instead of the revised "Here's another toy".

Additionally, after the number Thenardier still doesn't shout Valjean's name.

From this point onwards, the musical takes its standard post-Broadway form.

Circa 1988-1989 variant

This version is almost identical to the last, with a couple exceptions. During "Who Am I?" Valjean now sings the official "wears my face" line as opposed to the original "bears my face" lyric.

The post-"Waltz of Treachery" scene is now performed in its standard "children and castles" format instead of the "castles and children" variant.

"Stars" now borrows a line from its Australian version. Instead of "And so it has been, and so it is written", Javert now sings "And so it must be, for so it is written". Interestingly, though, the rest of the number is the same as it was in the 1987-1988 version of the West End show.

In "One Day More", Javert finally sings the post-Broadway "One more day to revolution" instead of "One day more to revolution".

Thenardier now shouts Valjean's name following "Dog Eats Dog", as was already the case in other productions.

Circa 1989-1991 variant

This version of the show is mostly a mix of the 1987-1989 variants as well as the official post-Broadway libretto, with a few unique variations added in. The innkeeper scene retains its pre-Broadway form, and "At the End of the Day" retains its swapped-lines variants.

"The Runaway Cart" now uses its standard post-Broadway lyrics. However, the lines "The load is as heavy as hell" and "It will kill you as well" are performed as ensemble pieces instead of the scripted solo lines.

"Who Am I?" retains Valjean's "You know where to find me" line... usually. I also have one 1989 recording where Peter Karrie uses the Australian "You will find me at the hospital St. John" line... yet Karrie himself can also be heard stating the usual line in other performances. Very odd...

The "Hell, what a line" original lyric is still sing during the preamble to "Master of the House".

Thenardier still sings "your child" instead of "her child" during the "Waltz of Treachery".

Gavroche's opening to "Look Down", the Beggar Woman's "Give 'em all the pox", and the beggars' "See our children fed" lyrics have all finally been adapted into their official post-Broadway selves. However, the "When's it gonna end" sequence retains its pre-Broadway form.

"The Robbery" maintains the unique "God will see all the good that you do" variation. However, Javert's "Why the hell did he run?" has fortunately been reverted to "Why on earth did he run?"

"Stars" has now fully adapted into its Australian format. Instead of the original "Fallen from grace, fallen from grace" Javert now sings "Fallen from God, fallen from grace". The "but" has also been removed from "Mine is the way of the Lord".

"Red and Black" now uses the official "you talk of battles" line. However, Enjolras' name still isn't declared during its opening instrumentals.

"The Attack on Rue Plumet" retains all of its pre-Broadway variations.

In "One Day More", Javert now sings "I will join these little schoolboys" instead of "We'll be ready for these schoolboys".

The opening barricade scene in Act Two has now switched to the official post-Broadway "Dogs will bark, fleas will bite" lyrics.

Grantaire's post-"Little People" line now takes its post-Broadway "What's the difference?" format.

The "Second Attack", the "Final Battle", and "Dog Eats Dog" are all performed identically to the 1987-1989 West End versions.

Circa 1991-1992 variant

This is very close to the 1989-1991 version, with a few differences. The "Waltz of Treachery" finally has Thenardier say "her child" instead of "your child".

The "Final Battle" now uses the official post-Broadway lyrics.

"Dog Eats Dog" finally uses the official "Here's another toy" line instead of "Here's a little toy".

Moreover, the Epilogue now uses the Australian "I'll lead you to salvation" lines instead of the original (and still official at that point) "And lead me to salvation".

Circa 1992-1993 variant

This variant is similarly very close to the 1991-1992 one, with the following exceptions. "At the End of the Day" finally uses its official lyrics.

Valjean no longer declares "You know where to find me!" after "Who Am I?"

Then, "A Little Fall of Rain" takes a cue from the 1992 UK tour. It now opens with the same annoying interlude as opposed to the usual opening music.

Later, in another acknowledgement of the UK tour, after "Night of Anguish" instrumentals of "A Little Fall of Rain" as opposed to "Drink with Me" play.

Gavroche's death scene now uses the "ammunition short" and "I will go into the street" lines instead of the original ones. However, the rest of the number is still in its pre-Broadway state.

Circa 1993-1994 variant

This version borrows elements from the 1992 UK tour while still keeping a lot of features of previous West End versions.

The innkeeper scene still takes its pre-Broadway form.

"Fantine's Arrest" has put in Fantine's slightly awkward "I won't have you" line from the UK tour in place of her usual "No, not at all". Some performances also switch Bamatabois' original lyrics:

You've got some nerve, you little whore

You've got some gall!

It's the same with a tart as it is with a grocer

The customer sees what he gets in advance

It's not for the whore to say "yes sir" or "no sir"

It's not for the harlot to pick or to choose

Or to lead me a dance

Into his UK tour lines:

You've got some sauce, you ugly slut

You've got some gall!

What's become of the world when a whore from the gutter

Can suddenly get such ideas in her head?

Your job is to lie on your back for your betters

This hideous harlot believes she can choose

Who she takes to her bed

However, this didn't seem to be the standard at this point. Many performances still used the original lyrics.

"The Runaway Cart" has been entirely redone so that it takes its UK tour format. Instead of these original opening remarks:

Look at that

It's Monsieur Fauchelevent

Don't approach

Don't go near

At the risk of your life

He is caught by the wheel

Oh the pitiful man

Stay away

Turn away

There is nothing to do

The UK tour ones are used:

Look at that

Stay away

You'll be crushed by the cart

Don't approach

Don't go near

It'll fall on you too

Oh my god, who is that?

It's Monsieur Fauchelevent

He is caught by the wheel

Oh the pitiful man

There is nothing to do

As in the past in the West End, the solo lines in the "Don't go near him..." sequence become ensemble ones.

Finally, Fauchelevent's original "You come from God, you are a saint" takes its UK tour "You saved my life, you come from God" form.

"Look Down" still uses the pre-Broadway "When's it gonna end..." sequence.

In "The Robbery", Thenardier also still claims "God will see..." instead of "God rewards...".

As with past variations in the West End, "Stars" takes its Australian/UK tour form.

Interestingly, despite all the UK tour adaptations which were being added to the West End show, the opening sting prior to "Red and Black" is not heard (despite the fact that during this era, it was being added to more or less every other replica production worldwide!)

Additionally, Enjolras' name still doesn't appear during the number's opening instrumentals.

However, Enjolras' line:

To rally the people

To call them to arms

To bring them in line

Is replaced with the UK tour version:

To rally the people

To fire their blood

And the bring them in line

Also, the rewritten lyrics to "Lamarque is Dead" do appear.

The pre-Broadway lyrics in "The Attack on Rue Plumet" are still present.

Javert continues to sing "I will join these little schoolboys" in "One Day More".

As was the case in the last edit, "A Little Fall of Rain" and "Night of Anguish" use the musical variants introduced in the UK tour.

Gavroche's death scene is finally in its official post-Broadway form 100% of the way through. After this point in the show, everything is identical to the 1991-1993 show.

Circa 1994-1995 variant

This is almost identical to the 1993-1994 version of the show. The one difference I'm aware of: Thenardier finally sings "God rewards..." instead of "God will see..." in "The Robbery".

Circa 1995-1996 variant

A few differences are present here relative to the 1994-1995 version. First off, "Lovely Ladies" takes a cue from the UK tour. Instead of this group scene:

(SAILORS - simultaneously with prostitutes' lines)

Lovely lady, fastest on the street

Wasn't there three minutes

She was back up on her feet

Lovely lady, what you waiting for

Doesn't take a lot of savvy just to be a whore

Come on lady, what's a lady for?

(PROSTITUTES - simultaneously with sailors' lines)

Lovely ladies, lovely little girls

Lovely ladies, lovely little ladies

Lovely girlies, lovely little girls

We are lovely, lovely girls

Lovely ladies, what's a lady for?

There's this exchange between a prostitute and a pimp:

(PROSTITUTE)

God I'm weary, sick enough to drop

Belly burns like fire

Will the bleeding ever stop?

(PIMP)

Cheer up dearie, show a happy face

Plenty more like you here

If you can't keep up the pace

(PROSTITUTE)

Only joking, dearie knows her place

Note that this is NOT identical to the UK tour version. The prostitute sings "will the bleeding ever stop" instead of "never stop", and the pimp refers to "you here" instead of "you, dear".

"Fantine's Arrest" now has solidified the UK tour lyrics as the default ones; the original lyrics seem to no longer be used in the UK.

In the "Waltz of Treachery", Thenardier no longer just sings "Let's not haggle for darling Cosette". No he refers to "darling Colette", with Mme. Thenardier quickly saying (not singing) her actual name and Thenardier singing it in response. I'm not the biggest fan of this joke myself. It makes Thenardier look like nothing more than a big idiot, when I think there should be a degree of cunning to his character.

The student finally shouts Enjolras' name during the opening instrumentals to "Red and Black" now.

Fortunately, the little opening overture before “A Little Fall of Rain” has once again been removed. Everything else is the same as the last version (and yes, that includes the original pre-Broadway lines that haven't yet been converted to their rewritten forms!)

Circa 1997 variant

This version is almost identical to the last one. However, Javert is back to singing "We'll be ready for these schoolboys" instead of "I will join these little schoolboys" in "One Day More".

An interesting change also occurs during the "Final Battle". Though the lines are the same, Enjolras now sings the final word, "free", instead of shouting it.

And that just about sums this part up! If I missed anything feel free to let me know, as my goal is to create a changelog as thorough and complete as possible. I plan on making more parts in the near future covering all the changes that have been made in the show up until this day (discounting concerts). Any feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated.

As a side note, both for this project and my own enjoyment, I want as complete a collection of Les Miserables audios as possible. I already have most of what’s commonly circulated, but if you have any audios or videos you know are rare, I’d love it if you DMed me!

Until the turntable puts me at the forefront again, good-bye…

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wannabepolygl0t · 5 years

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hi! my name is alex and i’m from Australia. english is my native language and i’m currently learning Norwegian (at a very beginner level though). I plan on learning Russian and/or Polish sometime in the future and many other languages. so yeah that’s my first post :)

#sorry if it sounds awkward idk what to post skdjhdhd #anyway yeah :) feel free to talk to me and whatever!!#also can i just say oh my GOD is the primary/secondary blog system annoying #like jesus can i just make a second blog with the same features as the primary one #like why cant i follow people?? its so stupid #langblr #norsk #norwegian #norwegian langblr #langblr norsk

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sojourner-between-worlds · 3 years

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Why the Idea of Disabled Jesus is Heretical

(Or, at best, a gross misinterpretation of Scripture. But really, it's heresy.)

@aspiringautistic asked on this post from my side blog: "what would be so harmful if there were people who perceived jesus as disabled?" and I am happy to oblige in expanding on those thoughts (though since the answer has little to do with autism and everything to do with Christianity in general, I thought it more appropriate to answer here on main). In case you hadn't prior seen the linked post and don't feel like clicking through, the short of it is this: the Gospel Coalition recently published an article in which the author, Andrew Abernethy, argued that Jesus was disabled. I'm here to tell you where he went wrong.

Hold on to your hats, folks. This is a long post.

(All Scripture quotations taken from the ESV translation.)

1. Disabilities are a result of the Fall. Before I get into anything else, I need to make this point abundantly clear. While being disabled does not dictate worth and it is not an indication of personal sin, it is still not how we are meant to be. Adam and Eve were created in the likeness of God, and were, therefore, created without sin or any of the things that came with sin. They were perfect -- at least until they disobeyed (Genesis 2-3). Sometimes people ask "if there is a God, why do bad things happen?" and the answer is because we live in a sin-cursed world. Disabilities, illness, and death itself exist because Adam and Eve sinned. (Romans 5:12: "Therefore, just as sin came into the world through one man, and death through sin, and so death spread to all men because all sinned.")

2. Old Testament laws regarding sacrifices. The Old Testament Law is very specific when talking about what makes an acceptable sacrifice. There are a lot of different types (everything from bulls to grain), but the relevant ones to this discussion are sacrifices made for the atonement of sins.

There are two categories of sacrifices made for sin: sin offerings made for unintentional sins, and burnt offerings made for sin in general. Burnt offerings and sin offerings both ranged from bulls to doves (or flour for the latter, if nothing else could be afforded) and sin offerings varied depending on both the person and the sin as well (Leviticus 1, 4-5). But all of the animals sacrificed had two instructions about them in common: that they be "without blemish", and that the sinner must place their hand on the head of the animal. The difference between the two was that a sin offering was required as an act of repentance and a burnt offering was voluntary. In the case of burnt offerings, the requirements for bulls and sheep or goats are laid out very plainly: "a male without blemish" (1:3, 10).

In addition to all of this, once a year, on the Day of Atonement, one bull and two male goats would be sacrificed for the people to remove their sins (Leviticus 16; only one goat was killed; the other was sent away, symbolizing the removal of sin). Again, these animals had to be without blemish, just as all the others. The person offering the sacrifice was to place their hand on the head of the animal. The action of placing their hand was symbolic: it was a way of showing that the person's sin was being "transferred" to the animal so that the animal could take the person's place and receive the punishment for sin instead. "Without blemish" meant that it couldn't be sickly or diseased or crippled in any way. It had to be as close to perfect as was possible in a sin-cursed world because anything less than perfect had to die for its own imperfections.

Because these sacrifices could never be truly perfect, they had to be repeated, but all of this was pointing to the time when Jesus would come as the final sacrifice made for the sins of the world.

3. Jesus as the final sacrifice. If you know anything about the Christian faith, you know that this is at the heart of everything we believe. Without Jesus, there is no gospel. So here's why that matters to this discussion:

"But when Christ appeared as a high priest of the good things that have come, then through the greater and more perfect tent (not made with hands, that is, not of this creation) he entered once for all into the holy places, not by means of the blood of goats and calves but by the means of his own blood, thus securing an eternal redemption. For if the blood of goats and bulls, and the sprinkling of defiled persons with the ashes of a heifer, sanctify for the purification of the flesh, how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our conscience from dead works to serve the living God" (Hebrews 9:11-14, emphasis mine).

This passage in Hebrews (as well as verses preceding and following) are all about how Christ made atonement for us with His death, and how His voluntary sacrifice of Himself is superior to the OT sacrifices.

So allow me to direct your attention to the bolded phrase above: “offered himself without blemish”. If this sounds familiar, it should, since I talked extensively about this in the point above. “Without blemish” in Leviticus meant to be not crippled or disfigured or ill in any way. If this same phrase is also applied to Christ, then the same must be true. If the OT sacrifices were required to be so, why would the same not apply to the Final Sacrifice that ended the need for sacrifices to be made? It wouldn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense. Not when the OT sacrifices were pointing towards Jesus; not when we have a God Who created order and purpose. Jesus had to be perfect to take our places -- and that includes being free of deformities that are a result of a sin-cursed world.

4. Isaiah 53, misinterpreted at best. This was one of Mr Abernethy’s main points, and it’s one he got disastrously wrong by reading what he wanted into Scripture (eisegesis) rather than letting Scripture say what it says (exegesis). See, the thing about interpreting prophecy is that you have to be careful how you do it, and, just like all Scripture, make sure it’s within the proper context.

In the case of this chapter of Isaiah, the wider context is that it’s a prediction of Jesus’ suffering on earth and His death. One of the verses he tries to pass off about Jesus being ugly or deformed is the second part of verse 3: “and as one from whom men hide their faces, he was despised, and we esteemed him not.” The problem is, this verse and one directly after it are not about his physical appearance at all. They are about emotions and grief: “He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one whom men hide their faces, he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteem him stricken, smitten by God and afflicted” (vs. 3-4, emphasis mine). This is about Him bearing our burdens and our rejection of Him anyway. This is a parallel that continues as the chapter moves forward.

There is only one physical description in this passage that is not related to His death, and it’s the second part of verse 2: “he had no form or majesty that we should look at him, and no beauty that we should desire him.” And this is the only point that Mr Abernethy got correct: Jesus wasn’t the Hollywood definition of drop-dead gorgeous. He looked like your average Joe. In order to not be conventionally beautiful/handsome, that does not dictate that a person must be deformed or “ugly” in any way. The only thing this verse means is that he didn’t stand out from the crowd with His looks. He didn’t look the way they thought their Savior should. That’s it. That’s all it means.

5. Tradition isn't truth (no matter how much anyone wants it to be). I have to admit, adding in a section about a so-called “tradition” that’s nigh on impossible to find anything about was brilliant. The average person wouldn’t even bother looking in the first place, and most people who would look, would give up after five or ten minutes of searching. I spent an hour and found exactly nothing on this “tradition” of Jesus being a leper. So you just... have to take Abernethy’s word for it.

Aside from not being able to find anything on it myself, the argument he uses is faulty anyway. Because tradition doesn’t equal truth, in the first place, especially a tradition that didn’t pop up until the 16th century. There’s no basis for something that apparently wasn’t known until 1400 years after His death.

Aside from that, he calls on Jerome’s Latin translation of Isaiah 53:4 that translates a phrase as “he was like a leper.” First of all, “like a leper” does not mean He actually was a leper. C’mon, man. Any fifth grader in America could tell you that similes are used for comparisons and aren’t literal.

Second of all, if you’d like to make a point, it’s a much better idea to go back to the Hebrew manuscripts rather than to any one translation. Now, I don’t know Hebrew myself, but I do have access to a little thing called the Internet, where you can find a plethora of commentaries from people who do know Hebrew. For this particular problem, I went to Albert Barne’s Notes on the Whole Bible. I’m not going to put his whole notes here (because there’s a lot), but if you’d like to read all of his notes, you can search the verse on studylight.org and use the ‘jump to’ feature under the verse to find him, but the bottom line of his notes on it are this: Jesus wasn’t literally being rightfully punished like the Jews would incorrectly think; leprosy was used here as an example because it was seen as a divine punishment for sin. It has nothing to do with literal leprosy at all.

And to top off this cake of incorrectness... well, has he even read the New Testament? If Jesus had had leprosy, He: a. wouldn’t have been allowed in temples or synagogues, b. wouldn’t have been allowed in towns period, and c. wouldn’t have been nailed to a cross because no one would have risked touching Him in order to do so. Abernethy shouldn’t have even brought this up in his argument, it’s so far off base, and no artist in the 16th century should have painted a painting of a leprous Jesus nailed to the cross because, quite simply, it never would have happened.

6. Jesus relates to us -- but not in the ways Mr Abernethy says. While he never cites any Scripture on this, I’m pretty sure I know where this idea came from. In his article, he states that in order for Jesus to have related to the disabled, He had to be disabled Himself. Since He relates to us, then He must have been disabled.

First of all, the logical fallacy of this statement is this: if He must be disabled to relate to the disabled, then can the abled still relate to Him? The answer to that, of course, would be no, because if He wasn’t abled then He can’t relate to the abled in the same way that Abernethy asserts that He can’t relate to the disabled without being disabled. It’s one of those things where you can’t have it both ways. Another example of how this logic falls short is pregnancy. Can Jesus not relate to pregnant people because He Himself was never in such a state? And the rabbit hole just gets deeper from there: Can He relate specifically to the blind when He was never blind? How about the deaf or hard of hearing? Or people missing limbs, either from birth or through amputation? All disabilities are different, and experiencing one doesn’t mean you understand them all, so by Abernethy’s logic, Jesus had to experience all of them. Do you see how ridiculous Abernethy’s logic here is yet?

Second of all, Abernethy is, once again, taking Scripture entirely out of context -- if, indeed, he got this idea from Scripture at all. Hebrews 4:15 says, “For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.” The problem with trying to use this verse as proof is, obviously, that it’s talking about temptations (Matthew 4:1-11), not lived experiences. If he was, again, referencing Isaiah 53 -- well, that doesn’t work either, because, again, that is in reference to His death and the sins He bore for us on the cross. The fact of the matter is, there are no Scriptures to back up the idea that He had to personally experience everything we do in order for Him to understand our pain and suffering.

The source of this heresy is the same as many heresies, actually: People want to make Jesus into something He's not. I listened to a podcast recently where the host was talking about a couple of heretics, and while I don't remember the heretic's name, he said that to him, Jesus was Latinx because he himself is Latinx. Except that, ya know, Jesus was a Middle-Eastern Jew. It's the same fallacy to say that Jesus was disabled. Everyone wants Jesus -- and God, for that matter -- to be something He's not, rather than for Him to be what Scripture tells us He is, but you can't force God into the box you've carved for Him. He is who He is, no matter how much you want Him to be something different.

There's no getting around it: to make Him out to be anything other than what Scripture tells us He is -- especially when it contradicts Scripture, is heresy.

#christianity #for the record please ask questions #I'm happy to clarify #also don't just take MY word for any of this either #I am but a fallible human myself #and it's good to question what other people say #sorry this answer took so long #I wanted to be thorough

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musinglymuse · 4 years

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This recommendation list focuses on a popular pairing in Check Please! They bicker, they argue, they fight, they smo-- well, no smooching in canon but that’s what fanfiction is for! Nursey and Dex often embody the ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ trope, sparking constant speculation and hundreds of fanfiction.

I’ve compiled some of what I consider excellent fanfics that feature this couple although it does not contain all of my recommendations. They are in no particular order. I plan on creating more recommendation lists down the line, especially for other pairings in this fandom. You can find other fic recs tagged in my blog.

As a reminder, please make sure to check the tags and any warnings before reading. Take care of yourself!

got those wayfarers on by somehowunbroken Canon Divergence // ~8k // PG-13

It's all Bitty's fault. Indirectly. That's his story, and Chowder's sticking to it.

[In which Chowder does his best to matchmake from the other side of the continent over summer break, and is immensely pleased with the results.]

Petals and Thorns by rhysiana Musician / Florist AU // Series // ~17k // PG-13

Goddammit, Will thought as he dodged around a few strategically tall people and turned down a side street. How had he managed to leave the apartment without a hat? He peeked back around the corner. His fans were less than a block behind him, and he really couldn’t deal with them today. Frantically, he studied the shops around him, hoping for somewhere to hide.

Coffee shop? Too easy.

Ah! Nursery Rhymes: Poetic Floral Arrangements. Perfect. No one would ever look for him in there.

can’t change what the seasons bring by growlery Canon Divergence // ~1.7k // PG-13 They get back after winter break, and Dex has done something to his hair, and he was hot before, but now he’s, like, hot and he doesn’t look like a grumpy old man.“New year, new me,” Dex says dryly, and Nursey might be having kind of a crisis about it.

want to be (yours) anyway by shellybelle Canon Divergence // ~39k // PG-13

Dex learns Nursey’s secret halfway through practice on a cold morning in October.

“What the hell,” someone says, interrupting the Dex's shooting drill. “Is that a baby?”

(Or: Nursey has a secret, Dex has a crush, and things get complicated before they get romantic--which isn't to say they don't get romantic at all.)

Paint Me Like One of Your French Canadians by Denois Canon Divergence // ~6k // R

Lardo hooked Dex up with an extra part time job to help make ends meet back in his frog year. Modeling for the art classes was pretty easy money, and the team never had to know. Until Nursey took an art elective and needed a private model to complete his project and pass the class. Nursey's sure that he can keep it professional and friendly....as long as Dex never sees the completed paintings.

up to 104% perfect by winchysteria The Good Place AU // ~34k // NC-17

Will Poindexter and Derek Nurse finally know what happens after you die. You wake up in Hot God's office, you move into a really nice house, and-- you realize that you hate the person who's supposed to be your soulmate? Join a smug poet, a frigid computer nerd, and the rest of the Scooby gang as they ask questions like: what makes two people right for each other? what does it mean to be happy? does heaven get software glitches? and most importantly, why does this computer have a Southern accent?

Welcome! Everything is fine.

The World Only Spins Forward by Liminal_Space_LLC Soulmates AU // ~63k // PG

Dex and Nursey have been at odds for as long as they’ve been friends, but when Dex’s heartbreaking new soulmark has him turning to Nursey for advice, they will discover they have more in common than they ever realized. Together, they will help each other heal their heartache and become closer than they’ve ever been before. As their friendship grows, neither of them is prepared for newer, sweeter feelings to emerge.

However, Nursey has his secrets, and nothing scares him like the possibility of having his heart broken again. That doesn’t stop him from wanting, though, and as their feelings become stronger, both Nursey and Dex find it ever harder to hide them. Meanwhile, the stakes are becoming higher as the team comes closer and closer to the Frozen Four. Can Nursey and Dex overcome their fears to realize the love they feel, or will their anxieties destroy everything they’ve worked for?

starting to get to me by playingforkeeps Buzzfeed Unsolved AU // ~12k // PG-13

“You’ve been dragging us to bumfuck nowhere with that mating call for three years when you hear there’s a sighting. But we’ve never considered: what happens if Bigfoot answers it? That’s the goal, isn’t it? You’ve been after that good, good Bigfoot dick this whole time!”

Dex sputters. “I don’t want to fuck Bigfoot! Jesus, Nurse!” He glances at the others, disbelieving. “Back me up here, guys.”

Silence. Lardo says, “You do own a Bigfoot mating call, dude.”

All Hail the Underdogs by xiaq Boarding School AU // ~76k // PG-13

Lucifer was an angel once.

That’s what Nursey thinks, the first time he sees William Poindexter.

Because the boy is beautiful even though he shouldn’t be. Even though he’s doubtless the kind of person who would punch you in the face if you said the words “you” and “beautiful” to him in the same sentence.

His skin is choked with freckles. It’s potentially more freckle than skin. Not just his face, where his nose and cheekbones are so hyper-pigmented they look tanned, but his collarbones and forearms and knuckles. The close-shaved dark ginger stubble of his hair should make his ears look too big or his mouth too wide but instead it accentuates the long curve of his throat, the cup of velvet skin between the tendons in the back of his neck.

“You’re the new defenseman?” Nursey asks. “William Poindexter?”

And the boy turns around and considers him with what might be contempt but what might just be the way his face looks and says, “Yeah?” like its a challenge.

And Nursey thinks:

Oh no.

In So Many Words by alocalband Canon Divergence // ~17K // R Derek writes a short story. That's his first mistake. His second is getting it published.

bless this mess and call it a home by pepperfield Magical AU // ~27k // PG-13 The thing is, being able to talk to houses doesn't actually preclude them from conspiring to ruin your life. Dex finds this out a little too late. First comes the Dib Flip, then Nursey's bed, and the water heater...the Haus definitely has it in for him. In which Dex has house magic, Haus has Haus magic, and at least one of them is in love with Nursey.

#mine by rispacooper Urban Fantasy AU // ~17k // R Treasure, Will thought with an angry little snort. Nursey called almost everyone on the team treasure. He called Ford treasure. He’d even called Coach Hall treasure once. He did not call Will that. That was probably Will’s fault. Knowing that didn’t make Will feel any better about it.

love you as the plant that never blooms by sugarybowl & wishingonalightningbolt Canon Divergence // ~27k // NC-17 Dex doesn’t roll his eyes, but only because he’s overwhelmed with the thought that he really does have feelings for Nursey. Gooey feelings. Romantic ones. They see each other every day; they’ve been close, there’s been touching, and maybe—maybe it’s not quite as platonic as Dex assumed it was. From watching Ransom and Holster, anyone could get the idea that that’s just what friends do. But… It feels different.

“I like him,” he says, soft, contemplative. “I like when he’s around and it’s frustrating to watch him go. It’s horrible to think he might be upset at me, or that he thinks I lied to him. It’s killing me.”

Dex doesn't know what it is to want. With Nursey, he learns.

#nurseydex #omgcp #omgcp fic rec

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ammaliatrici · 4 years

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Insatiable

Pairing: Samuel Drake/Female Reader

Summary: Sam and Reader take care of each other in various ways after Sam finally returns home from an overseas job. NSFW; This is essentially porn with (very little) plot.

Note: I accidentally deleted my old blog a few months ago, and as a result, I also deleted all of my fics. I’ve finally decided to start reposting them, starting with a Sam-inspired piece, because of course. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,971

Samuel Drake is nothing if not insatiable, and now that you’re officially in the picture, this is especially true upon his return from work-related trips. After all, late-night, long-distance phone calls and skype sessions are great and all (and oftentimes, the absolute highlight of Sam’s entire day, spotty internet connection be damned), but nothing beats this. Nothing beats coming home.

Nothing beats coming home to you.

His large, calloused hands are on you before his luggage even meets the hardwood floor of your apartment’s entryway. A part of you wants to playfully chastise him for being so eager; you want to make him wait, if only for just another moment longer, but that would be just a tad hypocritical, wouldn’t it? To say nothing of cruel.

“Christ, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He tries to play off the confession in a playful tone, but his words are warm and heavy and, shit, he’s never looked at anyone else like how he’s looking at you right now. One of his hands gently cups the side of your face as he greets you with a long, lingering kiss that quickly multiples and turns into two, three, four...

A sudden, warm feeling of elation boils over and you can’t help but grin and laugh in the middle of his next kiss, but Sam doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he’s encouraged by your warm welcome and sees this is a prime opportunity to kiss the side of your face.

“Miss me?” He murmurs against the soft skin of your jaw before kissing you there, too, his tone playful and light and completely masquerading the fact that he has done nothing but miss and crave you for the last three weeks straight.

You laugh softly, your eyelids suddenly feeling very heavy. “Mm, maybe a little…” You can’t help but tease as his mouth travels lower and begins to pepper the soft, exposed skin of your neck and collarbone with scattered, heated affection.

You can easily lose yourself in this moment, but there is something that’s been bothering you ever since Sam walked through the front door. “Sam...Sam, look at me,” you say softly, placing your hands gently on either side of his face, forcing his eyes to meet your own.

His smile is tired and his left eye is swollen. Again. You can’t help but frown at the sight of multiple fresh-forming bruises, and the more your concerned gaze scans over his rough features, the more splotches of purple and blue you notice. There are scrapes, too, because of course there are, and if you know Sam, he’s hiding several deeper cuts beneath the thin fabric of his white t-shirt.

“I’ll be careful,” he had promised just three weeks earlier, right before he had taken off for Germany with Charlie and Sully. You had known it was a lie the moment he had winked and kissed you goodbye.

You can’t find it in yourself to blame him, though. Drakes, historically speaking, are risk-takers, after all.

“You’re hurt,” If his face and the exposed flesh of his arms and biceps look this battered, you can only imagine what the rest of his body looks like, and this realization makes your heart ache in the worst way. “When I told you to come back to me in one piece, I meant it, Sam.”

He shoots you a smug, lopsided grin. “...and, technically, I delivered.” He attempts to joke, using his hands to emphasize the fact that hadn’t lost a limb while away on a job, but his gaze immediately softens once he realizes that you’re not laughing. “Hey...I’m okay.” One of his hands snakes around your waist, insistent on holding you closer to him, and his other cradles the side of your face before he dares to swoop in for another kiss.

“Sam, you really should let me take a look at you.” You begin to protest, but he’s kissing you again and your arms are instinctively wrapping around him because, damn it, you’ve missed him so much.

“Baby, I promise, I’ve never been better.” He reassures you, and in that moment, with you in his arms and his own roof over his head, he absolutely means every word.

Still, you’re not convinced, and when it comes to the physical wellbeing of your boyfriend, you’re the epitome of stubborn.“Your left eye is swollen shut.” A mild exaggeration on your part, maybe, but you refuse to be the first one to relent this time; never mind the fact that he’s already slowly walking you backwards towards the direction of your shared bedroom, his hands gripping your hips and his mouth only leaving yours long enough to tease you.

“You should see the other guy.” He smirks against another kiss, too cocky for his own good, before he dares to lift you into his arms and carry you the rest of the way. You can’t help but laugh, your arms instantly wrapping around him for support, and it’s in that moment that you realize he’s won this round. Damn.

Oh well.

Samuel Drake is nothing if not insatiable and, evendentily, very impatient.

“I bet you have a concussion,” You muse, almost to yourself, after Sam drops you gently onto the soft, familiar surface of your bed. He wastes no time in crawling on top of you, placing his strong, sun-kissed arms on either side of you body and shooting you a canary-eating grin before he resumes his adoration of your neck. You take in a sudden, sharp breath as he tauntingly bites at the flesh underneath your ear. Despite being caught off guard, you manage to maintain a sliver of your sense of humor. “I bet you’re concussed right now, Samuel Drake.”

He mumbles something rough and incoherent against your collarbone before he slowly pushes up the fabric of your t-shirt with one hand and grasps for one of your breasts with the other. You can’t stop the pleased, aching sigh from escaping your lips as he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue skillfully caressing the sensitive bud of flesh while one of his hands mirrors the same sensation.

Every part of your body aches for him in that moment (and in most moments, if you’re being completely candid with yourself). You can feel yourself instinctively curling into him, your back arching in response to his teasing touch. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head, and you can’t help but smile a rare, coy smile of your own.

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” You manage to voice the question the form of another sigh as he continues to travel down the length of your body with his mouth and hands, reclaiming you as his inch by inch.

This particular question catches his interest, though. He places a series of quick kisses right above your navel before glancing up at you, eyebrow cocked, a signature smirk already beginning to form on his lips. “Is that an invitation?”

For a very brief moment, your expression mirrors his; a knowing, coy, Cheshire grin tugs at the corners of your lips and you’re brave enough to raise an eyebrow of your own, your gaze all but daring him to completely give into his primal urges.

Your smile is all the confirmation he needs. In a matter of seconds, he’s hooking his hands underneath your legs and pulling you closer to him. This draws a pleased, giddy laugh from you, and in that moment, Sam swears to God that he’s never heard a sweeter sound.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” You all but purr as you prop yourself up on your elbows, glancing down, quite pleased with the sight of Sam’s face in between your legs. You nip at your lower lip absentmindedly as he tugs at your skirt, clearly eager to get the restricting fabric out of his way.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” His tone of voice is dangerously low, and when he leans up to kiss you again, the aching need in his eyes is unmistakable.“When it comes to you? Absolutely.”

He kisses you a final time before he repositions his face between your legs. One of his hands grips your waist, keeping you right where he wants you, and the other hooks under one of your legs, giving himself easier access to your exposed sex.

You take in a steadying, deep breath as he continues to kiss and tease the skin below your navel, savoring every inch of you, and while you adore how...attentive he is in this particular department, you are beginning to grow impatient. After all, it’s been three whole weeks; for you and Sam, that’s a long time to go without sex. The wait, by this point, was almost too much.

You’re seconds away from telling Sam to hurry the hell up, already when you feel his tongue tease and prod at the slick, heated entrance of your pussy. A soft, involuntary mewl falls from your lips in reaction to his touch and this is all the encouragement he needs before he begins to devour you as if you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

It is borderline-animalistic, the way he’s tasting and lapping your juices up as if his very life depends on his performance. The rough, low groans that escape his throat are loud and primal and you feel a hot, radiating blush cascade throughout your entire body. “Jesus, Sam…” You manage to half-chuckle, half-moan, your hand absentmindedly getting lost in and tugging at his disheveled hair as he continues to explore you in one of the most intimate ways possible.

While he’ll never admit it in so many words, Sam adores praise, and your sudden exclamation only makes him work harder for more of it. He’s quick to seek out your clit with his eager tongue, teasing the sensitive bud of flesh for a few moments before encircling it completely. You let another loud, involuntary moan fall from your lips as he showers your clit with relentless affection, prodding and sucking and nearly sending you over the edge right then and there. You’re determined to prolong the inevitable, but you’re beginning to realize just how difficult that may be once he slides two, thick fingers deep inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Sam-” You can’t help but cry out in pleasure as his fingers begin to establish a steady rythmn, his lips and teeth and tongue still ravishing your clit. It’s all overwhelming in the best kind of way and you know there’s no chance of fighting off an orgasm if he keeps this pace up. “Sam, you’re going to make me-” You can’t find it in you to finish your sentence as Sam suddenly sucks on your clit again with a newfound sense of pressure while picking up the pace, finger-fucking you right over the edge.

“That’s right, cum for me just like that.” He encourages in the form of another growl as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm, only relenting when you gently push his head away. Your breathing is uneven and your body is flushing and your boyfriend is looking, and feeling, very pleased with himself..

He makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he repositions himself next to you, propping himself up on one elbow and shooting you a shameless grin afterwards.”You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you missed me more than “just a little.” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, which earns him a soft, reprimanding slap on the arm and a long, lingering kiss.

“Maybe I missed you a lot...” You purposely trail off in between a lazy string of kisses, your lips teasing the corner of his mouth as one of your hands dares to purposefully brush up against the aching bulge resting next to his thigh. You feel his entire body immediately go rigid and you have to make yourself suppress a chuckle. “Maybe that’s all I did was miss you.”

In a matter of moments, Sam is kicking off his jeans and you’re insistent on straddling his waist, your lips and tongues and shaky breaths intertwining as you begin to slowly stroke his throbbing cock with your hand. He groans into your mouth and his hips involuntarily buck, desperate for his own relief.

Desperate for you.

You smile down at him, and now that your eyes have fully adjusted to the dim lighting the bedroom, you’re starting to make out several scrapes and bruises that are sprinkled across the surface of his bare chest. Your smile only softens marginally, and you’re quick to redirect your gaze to meet his own again. “You know, you can let me take care of you every once in a while.” Your voice is soft, just a tone or two above a whisper, and Sam is about to reply when you give his large, throbbing cock a squeeze for good measure. He delivers the desired effect and groans out a pleading, desperate sort of sound.

He mutters your name in that same tired, heavy, pleading voice, his eyes dark with need and his hands already gripping at your hips again. You ultimately decide that he’s been teased enough, poor thing, and in a matter of moments, you’re aligning the head of his cock with the entrance of your pussy and lowering yourself down onto him.

Your mutual cries of pleasure mix in the air as you struggle to take all of him at once. You rest a shaky hand on his chest in order to maintain some sense of composure, despite the fact that an aching sense of absolute need was currently stemming from every inch of your body. One of his hands is glued to your hip and the other snakes its way up your waist, grabbing at your right breast as you began to establish a slow, intimate rhythm.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he groans out the confession in such a way that makes you weak in the knees, and you take him deeper and deeper with every passing thrust as you desperately moan and cry out for each other. “I missed you so much.”

There’s a certain, sudden vulnerability within his voice that makes you bend down to kiss him hard on the mouth. One of his hands instantly tangles itself into your hair as he bucks and slams his hips against yours, causing the both of you to cry out over and over again.

Unable to hold back any longer, Sam gingerly repositions the pair of you so that you’re lying on your back, under him, his cock still embedded deep within you. You can tell by the way he’s fucking you that he’s close, that he’s becoming so unhinged that he can’t even think straight. You’re not far behind, your second orgasm rapidly escalating as the head of his cock meets your sweet spot over and over and over again.

“You gonna cum for me again?” He growls as he thrusts into you once more, your sporadic cries of pleasure nearly driving him over the edge. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

Your second orgasm is even stronger than the first and you let out a loud, helpless cry as your pussy constricts around his bursting cock. His face is buried in your neck as he cums, filling you up and bucking his hips erratically until he finally slows.

Limbs remain tangled in a comfortable silence for what feels like a long time. The white noise of the oscillating fan has nearly knocked Sam out cold, but just as he’s about to drift off for what would likely be a twelve hour sleep, minimum, he feels you ghosting your fingers across the skin of his arm.

“Hm?” He mutters, unwilling to open his eyes just yet.

“I still need to check you out.” You remind him gently as you begin to untangle yourself from his arms. He’s reluctant to let you go, but he knows that there’s no point in fighting you on this.

The idea of someone caring about him in the way that you do is still unfamiliar, uncharted territory for the eldest Drake, and while he isn’t opposed to the foreign concept of altruistic affection, there are still situations, such as these, where he just has trouble understanding why; why should someone like you care if someone like him has a concussion? Or a black eye? Or both?

His thoughts are interrupted by the lovely sight of you reappearing in the doorway, wearing one of his favorite shirts, a glass of water in one hand and a hefty medical kit in the other. He shoots you a tired, happy smile, and he really is happy, despite the fact that he’ll likely be spending the better half of the next hour being poked and prodded, and not in the fun way.

“You could just give me a couple of painkillers and we could call it a night, you know.” He suggests, still sporting a half-smile, the idea of a deep, long sleep sounding more appealing by the second. He always sleeps better when he’s home with you.

“Mm, I suppose we could do that,” you begin, sitting at the edge of the bed and popping the kit open as you crossed one leg over the other. “But I can’t let you have your way all of the time.” It’s your turn to flash him a wink before a warmer, kinder expression settles onto your face. “Now let’s get a good look at that eye of yours.”

Sam doesn’t have the energy to protest. Not anymore, anyway; not after this evening’s events, and if playing the part of medical examiner makes you happy? Well, he supposes he can live with that.

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canyouhearthelight · 4 years

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The Miys, Ch. 82

So, fun story about this chapter: I wrote it twice, because I couldn’t decided exactly which character I wanted to be in the scene with Sophia. I ultimately chose this version because it fleshes out a character, while working better from a storytelling perspective.

Which means yes - there is a second version of this chapter where things go differently.

Huge huge huge thanks to @satan-parisienne, @baelpenrose, and @charlylimph-blog for reading this and giving feedback along the way.

Not receiving updates from Xiomara was nerve-wracking, possibly more than handling the issue on my own. Also, significantly less lethal, I sternly told myself as I wandered the corridors. Not being able to so much as discuss the situation was hanging on me and my partners heavily. Maverick and I managed to explain to Conor that we couldn’t discuss what would happen after our conversation with Xio, thankfully with the caveat of we actually didn’t know. The woman was like a locked fire box… Nothing I did could trick her into letting even the smallest piece of information leak. The absolute most we unveiled was Tyche telling me that Xio had all but five members of her staff listed as ‘anonymous assignment for safety reasons’, leaving us with twenty-four people potentially assigned to what was later listed as an eight-person assignment.

Was she assigning more people than disclosed? Was she shrouding the people actually involved? Were they rotating shifts? Who the hell knew?!

“Soph! Sophia!” A bright voice from behind me wrenched me out of my panicked thoughts. I turned to see Charly, face bright and flushed. “Geez, lady, I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes!”

I smiled wanly. “Sorry. Heavy thoughts.”

“Well, put them down before you hurt yourself.” We started walking in the direction I was already wandering as she continued. “I had an idea about the diving platforms. What if we made them float instead of being anchored to the bottom?”

“I think there is a concern about them floating to shore… and aren’t they also habitat structures used by the marine research team?” I paused as I realized something. “Why are you even coming to me with this? Shouldn’t you discuss it with Huynh and Grey?”

“Ughhhhh. Huynh’s in charge, but he’s such a jerk.”

I couldn’t help grinning, since I mostly agreed. “He’s still in charge of the project.”

“But you can help me figure out to convince Conor to agree, and then he’ll take it to Huynh,” she pointed out.

“That’s cheating.”

“No, that’s leveraging what I have at my disposal.”

Our conversation carried us down a couple more decks, as we realized that Conor would actually be the best person for her to discuss her idea with, since he worked both in Huynh’s department and with Grey’s botanists and horticulturists in his spare time. How he did all that and still had enough energy to take up long-distance running was beyond me.

Charly and I were so engrossed in our conversation that we narrowly avoided a collision with someone, only because Charly managed to pull me to the side in time. We tried to move around the person, apologizing, but they stepped in front of us again. Looking up, a cold thread of anger shot down my spine.

“Jokull Bjornsen, I assume.” My tone was matter-of-fact and crisp.

He sneered. “Intelligent people have no need to make assumptions, Miss Reid.”

“Councillor Reid,” I corrected firmly.

Ignoring me, he turned to my friend. “Charly Harper, I have heard so much about you. You are quite the clever engineer, I understand.”

My arm shot out, and I stepped between them. “She’s also not a fan of strangers towering over her.” A bald-faced lie. Charly had the same level of concern regarding looming strangers that Tyche did - which is to say, none at all. She still seemed to catch the hint, though, and stayed behind me, albeit with one hand braced to move me out of the way if she needed to.

There was that sneer again. He must practice that in a mirror. “It’s cute how hard you try to protect everyone around you. And yet, you are the one who needs to be saved from herself.” Leaning in slightly, he dropped his voice. “You couldn’t even tell that the Baconist traitor was a serpent in your own home until she nearly killed you. Idiot.”

The scoff that followed was barely out of his throat when I was shoved abruptly to the ground, breath leaving me at the impact. When I looked up, a brunette ball of fury launched herself at the shocked man. Seconds later, she hit the ground and whirled to face him again, crouched - and growling? Jesus, Charly.

Jokul held a hand on his collarbone, very near his throat. When he pulled it away, I could see blood welling up. He glanced at his hand and down hear his elbow. “You bit me!?”

She grinned, teeth red and a feral gleam in her eyes. “What’s the matter, sweetie? Don’t like it rough?”

Drawing himself as tall as he could, he tried to school his features. The effect was somewhat ruined by the way he was trying to staunch the wound near his throat. This time, the sneer wasn’t directed at me. “Whore,” he spat before turning to stalk away.

Ignoring the crowd I was suddenly acutely aware of, I rushed to help Charly stand. “Are you okay?”

She touched a red mark on her face, a look of disgust screwed into her features. “I’ve been hit harder than that for fun. What a puss.” With one sleeve, she wiped the blood from her mouth. “Don’t worry, this is all his.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” I responded warily. “Were you trying to tear his throat out?”

She rolled her eyes before gently grabbing my chin and checking the sides of my face. “No, I bit his collarbone so I wouldn’t accidentally kill him. Remember, I have actual training in how hard you can hit or bite someone. I’d probably break a tooth trying to bite through a bone that thick.”

Once she seemed satisfied that I wasn’t hurt - even though I wasn’t the one in a fight - she agreed to let me take her to a medbay with only slight grumbling. When I finally got her in a chair to let Miys check her over, she complained again. “I told you, I’m fine.”

“Bloodborne pathogens,” I reminded her for the tenth time.

“Wisdom, everyone on the ship is frequently checked for illness,” Miys hummed while they did a full body check on the wriggling subject of our conversation. “Miss Harper, please hold still. This will go much more quickly if you did.”

She sighed and finally gave in. Less than a minute later, a projection of Charly with several areas marked filled the room for our convenience. “There is mild inflammation to one side of your facial structures, along with similar on your thorax. Both are already resolving themselves. As you should be able to see in the image, there are subdermal contusions over thirty-four point seven percent of your body.”

Charly squinted at the image, considering each area carefully before nodding. ��Those are all supposed to be there, please leave them,” she instructed politely. She started to climb off the table, rolling her eyes when she saw me biting my lips together to keep from laughing. “I told you. I’ve been hit harder for fun.”

I just shook my head and laughed before a sobering realization hit me. “We need to report what happened to Xiomara. Like, now.”

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andyet-here-we-are · 4 years

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Happy birthday, sweetheart. May all of your dreams come true, and I wish you aaall the love and happiness in the world, all of which you deserve.

I feel so lucky to have you as my friend, @3tothe1 . You’re the raddest person ever 💜 (btw, if there are any Bill Hader fans on my blog, they should follow her because her blog is rad just like her~)

I hope you like your first gift! ^^

…and I hope life gives you daffodils soon.

I love you so much.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23829619

Richie The Daffodil by Moreid

Summary:

Richie gives Eddie flowers more than twice a week, and at one point their home is one week away from looking like an actual garden. There are flowers EVERYWHERE, so Eddie tells his lover that he should stop giving him flowers.

Being the stubborn man he is, Richie doesn’t stop.

Words: 1,652 Chapters: 1/1

Richie loves flowers.

He loves how beautiful they are, loves the way they smell, the way they brighten up the room, and more importantly: he loves giving Eddie flowers.

Eddie teases with Richie for it every time, because “Flowers? Seriously? Since when you got that sappy?”

The truth is: he finds this really romantic and adorable. He blushes like crazy every time Richie shows up with flowers in his hands. That’s one of the reasons why the taller man keeps giving his boyfriend flowers, he loves to make him blush, and the way his eyes light up like a kid who is watching the fireworks for the first time.

But the thing is, Eddie is the one who takes care of them, and he cares about each of them because Richie gave them to him, dammit! He just can’t let them root, and even though sometimes he dry them in books, he can’t simply dry all of the flowers.

Richie gives him flowers more than twice a week, and at one point their home is one week away from looking like an actual garden. There are flowers EVERYWHERE, so Eddie tells his lover that he should stop giving him flowers.

Being the stubborn man he is, Richie doesn’t stop.

***

About a month later, Richie is away for a week because of his stand-up shows.

On the fifth day, when Richie calls Eddie -it’s Sunday and morning for him, but Eddie knows it’s almost midnight in where Richie is- Eddie answers the call as soon as he hears it.

It’s a video call, but the other man turns off his camera immediately before he can even get the chance to see him, and Eddie can’t help but worry. Because since when Richie turns off his camera when he is away?

“Why did you turn your camera off?” he asks, a little frown appears on his face. “And why you sound-”

“Didn’t want ya to catch me doing things that got me on Santa’s Naughty List, baby,” Richie jokes, because of fucking course he would try to brush off the fact that he sounds terrible.

“Richie, what happened?”

“Nothing. Just missing you.”

Eddie sighs before he says: “I know. I know you do. I miss you, too, baby. But you sound so… Off. So I’m asking you once again, what happened?”

Eddie thinks Richie will make a joke again instead of telling him what’s the problem, but Richie surprises him after a moment of silence as he says “It was so damn crowded today, and I couldn’t sleep well last night and it’s just- that’s so stupid, never mind me.”

“Richie-”

“Can we just- like, not do this right now? Let’s talk about you.” Richie lets out a yawn, “Tell me about your day?”

Eddie doesn’t force him to talk, because he knows that he eventually will when he wants to talk about it, let it be ten minutes later or when he gets back home two days later. So he talks about his day -well, more like his morning- giving him all the details.

Eddie can wait.

About fifteen minutes later, the only thing that comes from the other end of the line is his boyfriend’s soft snores, and Eddie smiles to himself slightly. He doesn’t want to end the call, there’s a good chance Richie will have a restless sleep tonight, and even if Eddie can’t be next to him physically, his voice can be there at least, in case he has nightmares.

So, he keeps talking.

And if he says "Fuck work, I’m staying home today,“ no one has to know.

At one point he finds himself in their living room, not really surprising when you consider that he’s the type of person who paces around like crazy when he is on the phone. Or when he is overthinking things. Once he realizes that he is pacing, he stops, then settles on one of the ridiculously comfortable black chairs that stands in front of their window.

"I never told you that, but… I named one of the flowers ’Richie’. That pretty daffodil you gave me two weeks ago,” he starts, smiling fondly at the memory.

“Sometimes, okay okay, more like every time you are not around, I talk to it,” Eddie admits, “…it reminds me of you.”

“Do you know what they symbolize, Richie?” he asks, pausing as if Richie will answer at any second before he decides to continue again:

“They symbolize a new beginning. Rebirth. I wonder if you knew that when you got them. Probably you didn’t, though. Did you? There could be a flower which meant 'I hope you go to hell, dickface ’ for all I knew and you would still get it for me just because you thought it looked beautiful,” Eddie lets out a chuckle.

“Anyway. What I’m trying to say is… You, Richie Trashmouth Tozier, are my daffodil. You gave me a new beginning and, I feel like… I feel like after all these loveless, dull, meaningless years… I was born with you again.”

He doesn’t notice that the snores had come to a stop.

“Geez, Eds. And you say I am the sappy one,” There comes a gravelly voice, and one very sleepy, but also happy looking Richie greets him on his screen.

His first reaction is murmuring a soft "fuck" as if he is caught doing something wrong, which makes the taller man laugh.

“…how much of it did you hear, you sneaky bastard?” He asks after a moment, pink spreading through his cheeks down to his chest. Not only he is embarrassed because Richie probably heard all of it, but because after all these years, that laugh still does things to him.

He can swear that Richie’s laugh is the most wonderful sound in the whole world.

“Just a moment ago you were telling me that I was your daffodil, and now you are telling me that I’m a bastard. Wow, Eddie Spaghetti, you wound me.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“I thought you hated flowers,”

“I never said that I did.”

“Oh, you sure ‘bout that? 'Stop with the flowers, motherfucker. I hate these fuckin’ flowers, fucker!’ ” Richie imitates, “You were literally turning into a cute, midget version of Samuel L. Jackson whenever I gave you flowers.”

“I- Don’t talk like that in front of it. Flowers are affected by the way we talk,” he demands, and a wave of regret washes him over immediately after.

Richie will never let him live it down, will he?

“Now you’re just being a hypocrite. You are not exactly Mary Poppins either, ya know. And one more thing, I am affected by the way you talk to me either, but that doesn’t stop you from breaking my heart. Oh wait, I don’t have one.” Richie yawns:“ ’t was stolen from me yeeeears ago.”

“Go back to sleep, Rich,” Eddie tries, even though it’s not likely that he will listen.

“Sleep is for the weak,” claims the other man as he props himself up on his elbows on the hotel bed. “It’s overrated.”

“Your sense of humor is overrated.”

“Ouch. That one hurt, Eds,” Richie brings one hand over his heart, feigning offense “that one hurt.”

“I’m not gonna apologize for speaking the obvious.”

“You’re the meanest robber ever. Remind me why I’m dating you again? I should seriously reconsider my choices.”

“Because you love me, dickwards. And no one can love you more than I do.”

That brings a smile on Richie’s face.

“Yeah, that’s also true.”

“Did you just say 'also’ ? So you do accept that your sense of humor is shit.”

“At least I have one. Can we maybe get back to the moment you were admitting your undying love for me?”

“Nope,” Eddie refuses, popping the 'p’ “that train is long gone.”

“Damn, I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“But we all know that keeping your mouth shut has never been one of your strong suits.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Richie laughs again. “Hey, Eds.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t wait to meet little Richie.”

“You’re the one who gave it to me, you already met-”

“But it didn’t have a name back then! Now it’s not the same flower once it was. Its whooole life changed when you gave it that name.”

“Also, little Richie ? Please don’t call it that. It sounds like you’re talking about your dick. I clearly remember you referring it like that. It was a traumatic experience for me.”

Richie chuckles at that before he defends himself: “It was just that one time! I call it 'Big Richie’ now, cause ever since you came back to my life-”

“Oh Jesus, I should have never answered your call,” Eddie complains again, running a hand over his face.

“You know you love me.”

“You’re lucky I do.”

“For real, though… I can’t wait to meet Richie The Daffodil.”

“I’m sure it can’t wait to meet you properly as well.”

They both don’t say a word for a while until Richie calls his lover’s name again, Eddie only hums in response, letting his features soften.

“You’re my daffodil, too,” Richie says softly, and Eddie smiles so brightly that his eyes nearly go missing as his dimples deepen. “It’s not fair that I’m not there to poke your beautiful, adorable dimples,” he then whines, pouting like a child. “Poke them for me.”

“Leave my poor dimples alone, you weirdo,” teases Eddie, still smiling widely. “Go to sleep, and maybe you can see me and my dimples in your dream if you’re lucky enough.”

“I am lucky enough, Eddie,” Richie whispers, “I am lucky enough.”

“We are lucky enough, my love” Eddie corrects him, “we are lucky enough.”

And despite everything they both have been gone through, they mean it.

Because it’s the truth.

Because life is not always kind.

It’s not always sweet.

But if you’re lucky enough;

It gives you daffodils.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie fanfiction #3tothe1 #my writing #not witcher related #but it's a special occasion

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youcanblogifyouwantto · 3 years

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Biff’s Year in Music

2020 what can I say… I feel like this meme summed up the first half of it pretty well.

https://cheezburger.com/12209157/ant-man-meme-gives-a-recap-of-all-the-horrors-of-2020-so-far

Then to top it off this last week my son developed a spontaneous pneumothorax which basically is a collapsing of his lung for no apparent reason other than he is a tall thin white adolescent. To make matters worse he is 18 and COVID is raging in all the hospitals. Thankfully my wife is an RN and should have been a lawyer as she was able to argue her way into staying with him. Good thing she did because one the doctors fucked up so bad she gave him another Pneumothorax by turning a valve a wrong way. Needless to say it has been a very rough year and especially rough week for me and my family. Music has been and always will be the only constant positive release for me. 2020 had some great music and being home for almost an entire year now has led to a lot of music consumption. The only other thing I did almost as much as listen to music was drink and cook food to match what I was drinking. I’ve always loved beer and wine and dabbled in Whiskey but this year was the year of the cocktail for me. I would discover a new alcohol type and then plan crazy elaborate dinners that cocktail would either be an aperitif of digestif for. Fun yes, healthy? …That is yet to be determined. I did take up running again to counter the amount I was drinking and eating and I would say that I have consistently worked out more this year than any other year so my liver might be fucked but my heart and lungs are strong.

So to start it off, this year saw releases from some of my all-time favorite musicians that I found nice and good even but never clicked or haven’t yet. I had been eagerly anticipating Matt Berninger’s solo release all year and I dig it but strangely not enough to return to it unless I purposely tell myself to. The same goes for Bright Eyes, Real Estate, Sylavan Esso, Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever minus Cars in Space (I played the shit out of that song), Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Car Seat Headrest, Dirty Projectors, Sufjan Stevens, Laura Marling (on first listen I thought easy top for the year then Fiona Apple came out and I haven’t returned to Laura Marling since), Damien Jurado, Jason Isbell, Neil Young (Homegrown had a special place in my heart for a month but again haven’t returned since August), Future Islands, Kevin Morby, and Busta Rhymes. All of these albums I do not hate or even dislike in fact some I liked a lot at first but just didn’t have staying power. The following list are albums I loved that some stayed all year in rotation. Not in particular order but kinda like a Coachella poster if it’s near the top it’s one of my favorites of the year. I can be very longwinded on paper and very brief in person so I will try my antisocial tendencies to describe these albums. I will say for the most part the albums that hit this year are like comfort food music for my soul.

Waxahatchee - St. Cloud – Home, comfort, introspective

Phoebe Bridgers – Punisher – Witty, production, great voice

Run The Jewels – RTJ4 - best running album ever. My favorite from these guys and best rap album I’ve heard in a while.

Jeff Tweedy – Love is the King. Maybe blasphemy but I like better than Warm. Perfect example of music comfort food. His biography is great too and so is the Summer teeth deluxe reissue.

Fleet Foxes – Shore – Beautiful, peaceful everything I needed from them and more. Side note Helplessness Blues was the first album review I ever wrote for ATR and I’m so glad I found those guys! Thank you for continuing the tradition.

Jeff Rosenstock – NO DREAM There was some good punk rock this year but this was the best also great running music. Rosenstock is now my go to for punk

Taylor Swift- Folk Lore- Story Telling, Sweater music, more music comfort food. And now Evermore continues the greatness. Dorothea might be my favorite track from both records. If you would have told me a Taylor Swift album would be in my tops for the year a couple of years ago I would have laughed you out of my face and now she has two albums in my tops. 2020 is one crazy year!

The Avalanches- We Will Always Love You- I’ve loved every single and was waiting for this to drop before posting this. Well Worth the wait. I like it better than the Gorillaz release and that is saying a lot. It’s hard to have this many spot on features and keep a cohesive vibe! Johnny Marr meets MGMT is another need more of this collab.

Loma - Don’t Shy Away- If 2020 could be articulated through music disorienting but also working from home has some perks. Good balance of weird and comfort

Adrienne Leckner – Songs- She writes great songs and performs them immaculately

Muzz- ST – The last show I went to before shutdown was Morrissey with Interpol opening and I forgot how much I love Bank’s voice. This album is highly underrated in my opinion especially Evergreen.

Gorillaz –Song Machine – Best since Demon Days and Robert Smith/Damon Albarn Collab was never anything I thought I needed but now want more of. When Tony Allen died I went through a deep Tony Allen dive that was quite enjoyable. Great Drummer!

Dinner party – ST – The title explains it better than I can

Against All Logic – 2017-2019 – Kelly Lee Owens and this were the only electronica to stay all year both great running albums and If you can’t do it good do it hard is worth the price of admission alone

Hamilton Leithhauser- The Loves of your life- I love this man and I loved the walkmen. I feel he for me is like Frank Sinatra was for my mom. Not as sweet as a voice but can sing the hell out of a song.

Walter Martin – The world at Night- Another Walkmen member, this is another comfort food album it just feels right in my soul

Ka – Descendants Of Cain – Criminally underrated for too long this dude paints lyrical mood pictures like GZA.

Perfume Genius – Set My Heart On Fire Immediately – Beautiful Authentic Elegant

Fiona Apple – Fetch The Bolt Cutters - Lyrically and sonically slays me. You have to like spoken word and weird rhythm texture but she nails both of those.

Bonny Light Horseman- ST – Great folk indie I just knew this was an album for me on first listen

Rose city band - Summerlong – Best new discovery, feeds my jam band meets indie soul

Strokes - The New Abnormal – I don’t know why this didn’t get more love? I loved it and The Adults are Talking is top five best Strokes songs.

Pinegrove- Marigold – More indie comfort food music

Bartees Strange – Live Forever – Second best new discovery. This dude is all over the place but in a good way. If you like this check out his singles where he covers many National songs.

Kelly Lee Owens – Inner Song- My Friend Antony described this better than I can at the current moment. Inner songs indeed.

The Killers – Imploding the Mirage- Most surprised album of the year, I’ve never been a big Killers fan but this one just wrapped it hooks inside me and didn’t let go all year

Young Jesus – Welcome to Conceptual Beach- Avant-garde or experimental music stretches me in ways that are very good for my soul and this one was such an album

My Morning Jacket – Waterfall II – Took a trip up to Humboldt in Early August and this was the soundtrack of the trip. Very much needed social distance return to nature vacation.

Hum- Inlet – I rocked out to this many a summer early fall evening sitting on my dock fishing and drinking beer.

Haim- Women in Music Pt. III – Best Haim yet and yes they are maturing into great song writers

Nation of Language- Introduction, Presence – Third best new discovery.. My friend Spencer at Shadows and Noise (a blog I’ve contributed to on occasion) accurately describes this album nicely. My wife loves Depeche Mode, New Order, and Erasure so this album is a new version of that genre that she and I can love together.

Coriky- ST – Half of Fugazi with a female drummer that sounds like classic Sleater Kinney in fact Fugazi meets Sleater Kinney is how I would describe this and that can’t be wrong!

EP’s Singles

James Blake- Before (Great marriage of his old and new)

Kruangbin & Leon Bridges- Texas Sun

Local Natives – Sour Lemon

Radio Dept – The Absence of Birds

Leon Bridges – Sweeter

Tom Berlin – Projections

Father John Misty – To S/ To R

Rostam- Unfold you

Mank is one of the only great movies of 2020!

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haleymel84 · 4 years

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Blog Post 15

They have been fighting so long that at this point, they don’t even know what they’re fighting about anymore, it’s more like tradition rather than an actual fight that they want to resolve. It kind of reminds me of the relationship between democrats and republicans sometimes. Sometimes they don’t even know what the actual situation or problem is, they are just convinced that the other side is wrong no matter what.

For Jews, Jerusalem is the site of the Western Wall of the Second Temple, one of their holiest locations. For Christians, Jerusalem was the site of Jesus’s birth, death, and resurrection, the birthplace of Christianity. For Muslims, it is the home of Halam al-Sharif, which includes the Dome of the Rock and Al Aqsa Mosque.

It begins by praising Jerusalem and saying how peaceful and beautiful it is. It then moves on to describe how war fell upon the city, and “peace became a martyr in the Land of Peace”. Towards the end, it describes that the city will be reclaimed and how peace is coming back.

Popular Palestinian music often uses a pure monophonic melody with many complex vocal ornamentations. This is usually accompanied with strong percussive rhythmic beats and hand clapping. Other instruments that usually accompany popular Palestinian music are the mijwiz, the arghul, and the shabbaba. Popular Israeli music shares features of music with Palestine, mainly in melody. However, it differs in its base and uses Slavic and Russian melody and orchestration. Israel typically judges its music based off of how it represents the state’s national identity.

Israelis would often confiscate Palestinian’s belongings, including their tapes and music products. Once a tape got a copy got over the border, thousands of copies would be made and spread in a matter of days. Eventually, Palestinian nationalist lyrics were banned as well.

Strong ornamentation is used, both in vocals and in instruments. There is also the addition of a stringed instrument, which I believe adds a nice touch. I think it makes a nice balance between Western music style and Middle Eastern music style.

I 100% agree with the final words. Music can offer a great means of repairing bonds and reveal the fact that at the end of the day, we’re all the same.

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Guess who’s back? Back again-

I thought I was done with this but alas I found out @wolfwarrior142 who apparently unhid her profile after mines came back and got some anon hate over this.

I hadn’t touched her Tumblr after my reblog since I did mine’s publicly on my blog which I thought was enough to illustrate how bizarre her response was and after her posts disappeared, and I thought that was that so there was no need to talk about the matter.

Until now where I checked her account from my reblog and saw it was up to see this new text post. The reblog feature was disabled so I will have to reenact it here.

I only ask, whoever is sending her messages, please stop. That doesn’t solve anything and from how insane her posts and logic are, it’s not worth the issue and it isn’t your place to tangled with it.

This will be (hopefully) my last message. I say hopefully since I don’t know what will happen after so I keep in mind what could change if something new comes out.

The post went like this

Anonymous asked:

don’t you feel stupid now for attacking someone over their opinion publicly, now you’re gonna hide? hypocrisy, hypocrisy~

wolfwarrior: I’m assuming you’re the dumb bitch who made that post (or their friend). Just gonna say that you shouldn’t post your dumbass ship hate in the ship tag. For one, it wasn’t even valid hate. You made it sound like you never watched the fuckin show. Also, just to make things clear, I’m not mad that plance didn’t become canon. I was sad, but I figured, oh well. It ain’t my show, it’s not the end of the world, they’re just fictional characters, and there’s no point in getting worked up over it. And then this dumb bitch drops by, tags the goddamn ship tag (even tho its common knowledge for anyone with a brain to be a decent fucking person and not do that, regardless of whether or not they like the ship), and makes a dumbass post while whining that oh boo hoo, poor me, I’m gonna get attacked. Yes you will, you dumbass, because you’re being a moron and an asshole for no reason while literally begging to get shit on. I know you probably get your rocks off to people calling out the dumb shit that you do, but I still wanted to call you out for being antagonistic. Legit, tagging any tags for a ship and then shitting on the ship opens you up to being shit on for needlessly being a bitch, and we have all the right to for you coming into the tag and acting that way. And you or someone else said in another anon message that I’m being “toxic,” but nah, I’m not. I’m just calling you out for being an antagonistic asshole who has no regards for decent tagging, and then I left. I said what I wanted to say, and then I left. I could have picked apart your post, because you made piss-poor “points,” but that was pointless because I knew you wouldn’t have cared if a plance fan had debated with you. I at least wanted to point out your poor decision to tag the goddamn ship names, you dumb fuck. Sorry that I didn’t roll over to you being an asshole and be nice. I’m not gonna do that, and I shouldn’t have to when you were being an antagonistic bitch while crying that “I’m afraid of getting attacked for this.” And I wasn’t attacking you, or at least not extremely. I’m just calling you out for making dumbass choices, and you didn’t like that. Oops, not fucking sorry. Also, I love how you say I’m being a hypocrite for “running.” I blocked you and that other fuck because I didn’t want anymore comments from you popping up in my notes. I said what I wanted to say and was done, because if I hadn’t I knew it was gonna further the argument. Also cuz I was about to go into class for 4 hours and didn’t want to be distracted by your dumbasses. But no matter what, at least I had the decency to actually say my opinions in public where my name was visible. I wasn’t afraid of doing that, cuz I meant what I said and wanted to be publicly honest. Apparently you can’t tho, and neither can the person who sent that other message if it wasn’t you, cuz both are anonymous. You’re too much of a little bitch to show your actual name or use an alternate account to send a message, so you send it anonymously instead. Its never looks good for you when you send anon hate. I try my best to never send anon messages unless it’s not antagonistic, because if I’m gonna say it, I need to make sure I’m confident enough to say it with my url showing. Otherwise, I’m just being immature by sending anonymous hate. But obviously you don’t care about being an immature little bitch who is too much of a wimp to send hate directly to someone with your name showing. That let’s me to know that I’m not the immature one here. Also, if you decide to continue to be immature and send anon hate, I’m not gonna respond further. This is the last response you’ll get from me, because antagonistic babies like you aren’t worth more of my time. Have fun hiding behind disguises and crying about being shit on even tho you 100% asked for it.

First off: I’m assuming you’re the dumb bitch who made that post (or their friend). Just gonna say that you shouldn’t post your dumbass ship hate in the ship tag. For one, it wasn’t even valid hate. You made it sound like you never watched the fuckin show.

So just gonna say, I didn’t send these. When you went dark, I left it at my reblog. Simple as that. I also don’t know a “friend” you’re talking about. I talked about this to my mutuals but I didn’t see them involved in this at all after the topic went dead. The only one I know who was involved with the post was princessbuttershitz I think? (I can’t with the name, I’m sorry XD) I had not known this user until I saw they joined in and reblogged my post on some stuff I hadn’t talked about, but for transparency that is it. They don’t follow me from what I can see or talked to me further than that so it’s just whatever.

And second, how was my post ship hate? Flat out tell me? Did I call Pidge a horrible person for Lance? No. Did I demonize the age gap? No. Where did you see hate in that post when all I talked about was doubting Plance being canon, talked about the “development” in comparison to Lance’s romance with Allura and rivalry to friendship with Keith? Please tell me with highlights, I’d like to know.

You also say you don’t care Plance wasn’t canon (good for you, I hope you still enjoy it regardless.) and that it wasn’t something to get worked up over. I completely agree, however, if you did believe that why did you bother to respond so hostile like you did? That doesn’t sound right, you said you shouldn’t get worked up over those things right? Especially my post was only a few sentences talking about doubting Plance was going to be endgame, not as the ship as a whole. (Catch me repeating that here.)

Also I have seen the show since 2017-2018. I got into it and it got me through a hard time, I was there for a lot of the seasons. You can see it on my archive. So a big statement you make there.

Moving on-

“And then this dumb bitch drops by, tags the goddamn ship tag (even tho its common knowledge for anyone with a brain to be a decent fucking person and not do that, regardless of whether or not they like the ship), and makes a dumbass post while whining that oh boo hoo, poor me, I’m gonna get attacked. Yes you will, you dumbass, because you’re being a moron and an asshole for no reason while literally begging to get shit on. I know you probably get your rocks off to people calling out the dumb shit that you do, but I still wanted to call you out for being antagonistic.”

Guys. I implore you to read my first post. It is the lightest thing I have made. I made it to just be upfront about my opinions in a respectful manner in words than how many other fans would recycle argument to make the ship or characters look bad.

Also with the parentheses, what if it was a Plance shipper who actively made content whether it be theories/fanfics/art/etc. and made my post, you would attack them the same? I sure fucking hope not. Jesus.

I didn’t want that to happen since I genuinely wanted to treat it like a discussion instead of another poorly made ship insult like people on Twitter did back then. I could’ve gone harder and made it pettier than I did but that would delegitimize my argument.

Once again, besides your tag claim, how was I antagonistic in my post? It’s on you to prove it since you’re making the claim. Shouldn’t be hard to prove if you insist it this much.

My blog is open for people to see and the only person who has made this an issue is you, no one else in the notes. Only person who I can think of is Swindle94 but they were at least more mature than you.

Legit, tagging any tags for a ship and then shitting on the ship opens you up to being shit on for needlessly being a bitch, and we have all the right to for you coming into the tag and acting that way. And you or someone else said in another anon message that I’m being “toxic,” but nah, I’m not. I’m just calling you out for being an antagonistic asshole who has no regards for decent tagging, and then I left.

Once again focusing on the tags. Okay, upfront. So? If I was attacking Plancers with that tag on, that would be valid. All I did was say “hey plance being canon? i disagree, here’s why.”

I’m sorry but if a few sentence post gets you riled up like that, I don’t believe you don’t care. You obviously do. Especially when you replied publicly to this anon. That is your fault.

Also, yes, you are being toxic for responding like this. I had no insults to the Plance community or the ship in my first post. You charged head-on with no regard and decided to belittle me instead of either ignoring or talking it out like the others. Which is a toxic mindset, using insults to defend your fictional couple. So don’t try to have both, it’s not gonna work.

I could have picked apart your post, because you made piss-poor “points,” but that was pointless because I knew you wouldn’t have cared if a plance fan had debated with you.

Link to my replies to two others who reblogged my post: https://clickabletale.tumblr.com/post/190254499687/swindle94-thats-not-what-i-meant-i-shouldve

https://clickabletale.tumblr.com/post/190254645477/i-shouldve-used-another-word-for-it-while-they

Honestly, if you did pick apart my points instead that would be fine and I welcome it. Would’ve been better than your first response. I’m just gonna say you aren’t going to because you know you can’t.

I at least wanted to point out your poor decision to tag the goddamn ship names, you dumb fuck. Sorry that I didn’t roll over to you being an asshole and be nice. I’m not gonna do that, and I shouldn’t have to when you were being an antagonistic bitch while crying that “I’m afraid of getting attacked for this.” And I wasn’t attacking you, or at least not extremely. I’m just calling you out for making dumbass choices, and you didn’t like that. Oops, not fucking sorry. Also, I love how you say I’m being a hypocrite for “running.” I blocked you and that other fuck because I didn’t want anymore comments from you popping up in my notes. I said what I wanted to say and was done, because if I hadn’t I knew it was gonna further the argument.

Once again, to anyone who wants the original post it is here: https://clickabletale.tumblr.com/post/190247521977/i-remember-i-was-scared-to-say-this-back-when-the

If I’m being antagonizing in my words, let me know where please and thank you.

And you only worded your post in an attacking manner (you did, throwing insults fast. Don’t tip toe around it, you fired at the most minial shit.)

Also not sure about the running comment? I don’t recall calling you a hypocrite on that, I don’t know what you mean by that.

Also cuz I was about to go into class for 4 hours and didn’t want to be distracted by your dumbasses. But no matter what, at least I had the decency to actually say my opinions in public where my name was visible. I wasn’t afraid of doing that, cuz I meant what I said and wanted to be publicly honest. Apparently you can’t tho, and neither can the person who sent that other message if it wasn’t you, cuz both are anonymous.

I did, my original post. I did so in a way that explained my thoughts in a non-insulting manner.

You just came in unloaded and wrong, you should just step back to think before replying so people will actually listen and reason with you and no think you are insane.

At least your honest I guess? But that kind of backfired if you hid your profile after. My post is still up, with your words for anyone who wants to see it. Even linking right here.

And once again, I don’t care to message you since you did block me and dipped. I left it at my reblog with responding to you and talked about the isssue on how dumb it was to get angry over since the only one who seems to be this angry over it, is you.

I don’t want anyone coming for you, and I will say again if anyone intends to: don’t. That doesn’t solve anything so don’t come to belittle her.

You’re too much of a little bitch to show your actual name or use an alternate account to send a message, so you send it anonymously instead. Its never looks good for you when you send anon hate. I try my best to never send anon messages unless it’s not antagonistic, because if I’m gonna say it, I need to make sure I’m confident enough to say it with my url showing. Otherwise, I’m just being immature by sending anonymous hate. But obviously you don’t care about being an immature little bitch who is too much of a wimp to send hate directly to someone with your name showing. That let’s me to know that I’m not the immature one here. Also, if you decide to continue to be immature and send anon hate, I’m not gonna respond further. This is the last response you’ll get from me, because antagonistic babies like you aren’t worth more of my time. Have fun hiding behind disguises and crying about being shit on even tho you 100% asked for it.

Once again, wolfwarrior142. I don’t care to see you or send things like this. I don’t advocate those messages or hate to you, I want it to stop if it keeps happening but you don’t have a smoking gun in this.

You obviously have some issues and you aren’t arguing them rationally, and you are advocating for attacks over the smallest shit being a tag about disagreeing two fictional characters were gonna bone. How do you justify something so ridiculous?

So no matter how much you try to say you’re not a toxic fan if you go out to insult people over their opinion or the tags or whatever when it’s not inciting hate against the ship or you don’t bother to show how it’s hate or debate it.

That is toxic. You can’t spin it around.

So that is it. I hope this is the last. I’m still in disbelief at how insanely she reacts and justifies her behavior. This is not okay, nothing about her response is okay. It’s a shitty thing to do and I hope you don’t do this to anyone else, that’s all I gotta say.

#holy shit #voltron fandom #toxic fans #hope i can be done with this #this is a fucking ride god #gonna be off now

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eternalnight8806-3 · 5 years

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Ch 3 The Cat and the Fox

Category: Romance, Modern College AU

Rating: Will be Explicit but for now I’ll just say Mature for language and drinking

Pairing: InuKag

Words: 2,357

Also available on ff.net and AO3

Tag list: @keichanz @noviceotakus-blog @hinezumi @morikothehalfangel @cstorm86 @digital-art-monster @cammysansstuff

Enjoy!

Hey, I have a kind of personal question for you

InuYasha rubbed his tired eyes and stretched. He had been staring at his laptop for the last 3 hours straight trying to finish this damn midterm paper. The sound of his phone buzzing caught his attention. Who the hell would be texting him at 2 a.m.? Miroku was downstairs with the other idiots watching some stupid Netflix show he never could get into about a women's prison. The goofy grin that spread across his face upon seeing her name was completely accidental, or so he would tell you.

Shoot

What happened to your mom? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I was just sitting here thinking about it and I realized you never told me how she died. But it's totally fine if you don't want to tell me. I swear.

InuYasha almost laughed out loud at her obvious text babbling. It's cool. She had breast cancer.

Oh sweetie I'm so sorry. It must have been so hard to lose her that way.

Honestly, it wasn't long after her diagnosis. She was already stage 4 by the time they caught it. They tried everything they could but a month later she was gone. It was hard. Still is. I miss her a lot. She was my rock

Yeah. I don't know what I would do without my mom. She's the kindest woman ever. She's always supported me in everything. You never mentioned your dad though?

He died when I was a baby. I never knew him.

Wow.

Yeah. Hey what are you doing up anyway? I thought you had to work this weekend?

I do. Couldn't sleep. My brain just won't shut off.

Missed me that much in 24 hours?

You're incorrigible

Always

You don't have a humble bone in your body do you?

Maybe one

* eyeroll emoji *

What time do you have to be up?

In exactly 2.5 hours. I have to catch the 5:45 train to get there on time.

Jesus woman! Go to sleep!

I already told you I can't

Do I need to come over and sing you a lullaby?

InuYasha regretted that the instant he hit send. She would definitely think he was total creepy bastard now.

Lol. You don't know where I live

He hesitated before typing again. Fine. I'll call you. I hope you like shitty renditions of twinkle twinkle little star.

* a series of crying laughing emojis *

Can't be worse than my little brother trying to sing to our cat Buyo.

You have a brother?

Yep

Me too. Well a ½ brother. Older. And an asshole.

Oh yeah? Ever talk to him?

Not really. Like I said he's an asshole.

Got it. Foxy doesn't like his big bro

InuYasha's eyebrow quirked. Foxy?

Ummm... yeah???

What is that?

Ummmm

Your name?

Is it now wench? ;)

Ha. Ha.

Hey, what do you call me?

Catwoman

I suppose that makes sense.

Why do you call me Foxy? ;)

Because of your costume

Suuuuuuure

You're obviously delusional

Am I?

Severely.

Well you're the one talking to me at 2:45 in the morning

Yeah. I know. I need a padded room next to yours

So I can sing twinkle twinkle for you?

OMG stop! I'm going to wake up my room mate!

Sorry...

You really should get some sleep wench.

I know.

Night Foxy

Night wench

InuYasha couldn't sleep after that. He felt guilty for keeping her up, even though she had texted him first. Inane images scrolled past his eyes as he delved into the internet black hole, searching for something to occupy his mind. Finally, when he realized it was about 5 minutes past the time she said she had to be awake, he decided to make sure she had gotten up ok.

Wakey wakey wench

Kagome groaned aloud at the sound of her alarm. She tried to roll over and go back to sleep but then her phone dinged.

Don't wanna

C'mon. You gotta. That job you love so much is beckoning

Damn you

You're cranky in the morning ain't ya?

Only for people who won't let me sleep

But you have to go babysit brats

Uggggh. Fine. I'm up. Happy?

Are you actually up? Like out of bed?

Kagome put her feet on the floor next her bed. Yes...

Don't believe you

She sent him a picture of her feet on the floor.

Sexy

Shut up jerk

Get ready for work wench

I would if someone would quit distracting me

I'm distracting huh? ;)

You're maddening

Only for you wench

I'm getting dressed now

I'll be right over

Ha. Ha.

Again, I remind you, you don't know where I live

I'll sniff it out

Very funny

Seriously, I'm up and getting dressed now

Go back to sleep

She pulled off her nightclothes and tossed them in the direction of her hamper as she made her way over to the closet. Pulling out a sweater and jeans, she made her way back over to the bed where she'd laid her phone.

Never did

What? Why?

Just distracted

Kagome wasn't sure what to make of that, so she decided to ignore it as she pulled the jeans up over her hips. Then go to sleep. Weirdo.

Only after I know you get to work ok

You're nuts. I won't get there for another hour!

So?

Go to sleep.

Nope. Gotta know you're safe.

The sweater made it's way over her head and down to her waist. Overprotective much? She grabbed her hairbrush and set to work on her tangled mane.

Only of cheeky wenches

Oh now I'm cheeky? The hairbrush returned to her nightstand.

Yep

Kagome picked up her purse and keys before quietly exiting her room. I'm leaving now. Go to sleep

I told you, not til you're at work

Kagome didn't respond during her 20 minute walk to the subway station. She hoped he would fall asleep waiting for her to text back. No such luck.

Oi wench! Where'd you go?

To the train

Hahaha

Cheeky wench

You on the train?

I am now.

Good. How long of a ride is it?

20ish minutes

What do you normally do on the train at too damn early o'clock?

Lol. Well, listen to music, or read. Sometimes I people watch but there aren't too many people on the train this early on Sunday.

People watch?

Yeah. People will do the weirdest things when they think no one is watching them. I've seen people practically doing it right in front of me before

Doing what exactly? ;)

Shut up

Never wench

You make it too easy

Do I now?

Yep.

Will you just go to sleep?

You at work?

Then I'm gonna go with no

How did I see that coming?

Idk maybe because I've said it like 1000 times already

Alright alright I get it.

' Now approaching 10 th street station' came the automated voice over the loudspeaker. Kagome stood and slid her phone into her pocket to keep it from falling out of her hand as she exited the train. Since the station was nearly deserted it was easy for her to maneuver her way out to the street to make the short walk to work. Once outside, she saw that the sun was now fully on the horizon, creating beautiful hues of pink and orange. Stopping for a moment, she smiled and took it all in. The crisp autumn air whipped her raven locks around her shoulders. Seeing the sun between the trees, Kagome couldn't resist the urge to snap a photo with her phone and send it to her new self-proclaimed watchdog.

Isn't it so beautiful Foxy?

Just like you wench ;)

Kagome snorted as she walked and texted at the same time. You don't know what I look like

Sure I do. Long black silky hair, eyes the color of dark chocolate, ivory skin. See? I know

Still, you've not seen my face

Don't have to

She didn't know how to respond to that. Lucky for her though, she rounded the last corner before coming up to Yoro North's front door. She took a picture of her hand opening said door and sent it to him.

All safe. Please sleep now? I'd feel awful if you didn't get any sleep because of me

Not your fault wench. I'm a big boy. But I promise I'll close my eyes now. Have a good day at work.

Thanks Foxy. Sweet dreams!

Kagome tucked her phone back into her pocket as she walked right past Ayame's death glare without giving the girl a second glance. As she stepped around the corner to make her way back to the classroom, she found herself cemented smack dab into Koga's chest.

“Whoa there, sweetheart!” He said as he grabbed her shoulders and gently pulled her back. “You alright?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Kagome shook her head to clear the fog from having the wind knocked from her slightly. Looking up into his sky blue eyes, she didn't miss the smirk that crossed his features at her antics. “I-I'm fine, Koga. Thanks. Hey, actually there was something I wanted to run by you if you've got a minute?”

“Sure thing, darling. Step into my office?”

Kagome had noticed his use of several terms of endearment in the last few days, but she didn't mind it so she didn't say anything to her new boss about it. Instead, she walked into his office and sat herself down without being prompted. Koga came around her to sit himself on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms lazily and smiling down at her.

“What can I do for ya, love?”

“Well, I've noticed that we don't ever take the kids anywhere outside of this building and its grounds. Is there a reason for that?”

Koga's face took a decidedly less happy appearance. “Kagome, this building is all that stands between these kids and the outside world. Humans aren't exactly welcoming to our kind, with the exception of the rare person such as yourself. We don't take the kids anywhere for their own protection but also for yours. You've seen how they can be with eachother. Imagine if they did that to a human? The backlash would be catastrophic.”

Kagome frowned. “So, they never get to leave here? Ever?”

“We occasionally take them to other facilities to interact with other children, but for the most part, yeah, they stay here.”

“And it's absolutely out of the question to take them to say a park?”

Koga's eyebrow quirked up in interest. “A park? Kagome, we have outside areas here for them.”

“I know that, Koga, but they should interact with other kids. Even human ones. I think it'll be good for them to socialize outside of their comfort zones. Some of them desperately need it. Besides, imagine if you were on the front lines of demon-human coexistence?”

Koga sighed deeply. “Kagome, I wish things were different but they're just not. I can't allow you to put the kids or yourself in that kind of danger. I'm sorry.”

The look of supreme disappointment that crossed her features nearly caused the wolf to cave. “If you say so, Koga. I'll go relieve Ginta and Hakkaku now.” She stood and exited his office with slightly slumped shoulders. She had been so sure she could convince him to let her take the kids out for a little while. Sighing, she decided she would just have to keep working him down until he agreed. Eventually, he would see her reasoning.

xxx

The next two weeks almost flew by for both InuYasha and Kagome. Even in the midst of studying for their impending final exams in a couple weeks, the pair never let a night pass without talking. It became part of both of their routines. They both looked forward to hearing from the other. Something that both of their respective room mates had not failed to notice.

“InuYasha, are you ever actually going to meet this girl?” Miroku asked his hanyou friend one Saturday afternoon.

“I have, jackass.”

Rolling his eyes, Miroku huffed. “You know what I mean. Sango and I have actually been on actual dates and you know, know eachother's names.”

“Bully for you. Now fuck off.” InuYasha practically yelled as he tried to stick his headphones on his ears.

Sighing, he took his friend's obvious hint and went downstairs to meet Sango. Upon seeing her leaning against the banister, fingers looped in her jeans, he couldn't help but smile. She smiled back and asked, “Everything ok up there? I thought I heard someone yelling.”

Miroku took his girlfriend's hand and went to exit the house. “Yeah. Just my room mate being an idiot.”

Sango raised an eyebrow in question. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. He met a girl at the Halloween party but has yet to actually learn her name or even see her face outside of whatever mask she was wearing. They just text constantly.”

Sango's eyes widened. “Th-they do?”

Miroku didn't hide his puzzled expression. “Yeeeeeah...”

“Um... well...”

Stopping mid step on their trek to the campus food court, Miroku eyed his girlfriend suspiciously. “Sango?”

Biting her lip, the girl looked down at the concrete. “I think your room mate is texting my room mate.”

Eyes widening to nearly the size of saucers, Miroku burst out laughing. “You're kidding!?”

Shaking her head, Sango responded, “Nope. She calls him Foxy. I guess he was wearing a fox costume or something?”

Miroku was nearly on the ground by this point. “Jesus! Yep. That's him.”

“I don't see how this is so funny.”

Finally calming himself, Miroku placed his hands on her shoulders, “Because my dear Sango, this cannot be purely coincidental. Maybe the strings of fate had a hand in this, eh?”

Sango rolled her eyes. “You're an idiot. What are we gonna do? I can't just lie to her.”

Placing a finger on his lips thoughtfully, Miroku had a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Mayhaps you won't have to my dear...”

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mysteli · 5 years

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normality (kamilah x mc)

A/N: just a cute little date scenario. I was gonna add smut but then this fic wouldve a lot longer so I just implied it. enjoy!

Warning: T (innuendo and swearing)

Words: 3746

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Summary: Elena and Kamilah decide to go on a real first date but Kamilah is worried it may not bring normality into their relationship

BLOODBOUND FANFICTION NORMALITY

Elena enters her apartment in a slight huff, completely and utterly stressed from her exhausting day at work. Adrian really expects a lot from her and you’d think because they’re close friends that he’d go a little easy on her when it comes to assignments and deadlines. But no. He’s worse than any typical uptight boss and it seems like he has fun piling Elena’s desk with work. But Elena doesn’t feel the same way about it.

Her energy hasn’t had a chance to recover all day and all she wants is time to herself to calm down and gain her normality back. A bubble bath sounds so damn good right about now and it sure would help Elena lose some of the tension in her body.

With that peaceful thought clearing some of the doubts in her mind, Elena shuts the door to her apartment and leans back against it for a moment, exhaling sharply and wiping the sweat off her forehead as she attempts to will herself to stay awake, even though she feels like she could collapse into a deep slumber at any given moment.

She shrugs off her coat and blindly hangs it up, before kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag on the counter as she wanders aimlessly into her bedroom. Once she makes it inside, her mind is solely focused on the idea to have a nice, peaceful bubble math and release the stress corrupting her body and head. Damn you, Adrian.

Elena takes a quick glance in the mirror, noticing how messy her appearance has become over the long day of working. Shaking the uneasy feeling off, she wanders into the bathroom to collect a towel. While she’s she in there, she quickly strips down for her bubble bath and wraps the towel around her waist, running a hand through her dark blonde hair as she exits back into the bedroom. She lifts her head from staring at the ground and her lime eyes widen with shock, her body almost turning inside out, by what she unexpectedly finds when she glances back up.

“Holy fuck!!” She yelps, barely able to clutch her towel in time so it can’t fall from her bare body. If possible, her jaw could easily be on the floor right now. Elena can’t believe what’s standing before her right now. Well... more like a who. “Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the shit out of me, Kamilah.”

That’s right. Kamilah Sayeed stands dominantly before Elena, who is still a stunned mess after that unexpected scare. Sure, Kamilah is a vampire so surprise visits should be common to Elena by now but seriously, Kamilah could have knocked or something instead of scarring Elena with a shock she won’t ever forget. It’s easy to admit, however, that Kamilah looks pretty damn good right about now, with her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders and her lips curve up into an amused smirk at the sight of Elena all startled.

“Well, you don’t have to look so proud.” Elena points out, narrowing her eyes at the vampire queen and her smirk only widens in response.

“Just know, I didn’t mean to scare you. You only need to be more aware of your surroundings.” Kamilah counters, throwing a hand on her hip as she takes a step closer to Elena, noticing how her fear is starting to fade.

“Gee, thanks. I’ll work on that.” Elena mutters, her light green eyes rolling back at Kamilah’s teasing comment. Suddenly, Elena furrows her brows when she notices how Kamilah has suddenly fell silent as her eyes glide over Elena’s barely covered body.

A worthless towel stops Kamilah from a full view but that certainly doesn’t hold back her imagination. Her dark eyes flash crimson for a mere second as her desire for Elena begins to build up. She remains still for a moment, trying her best not to be tempted but that sure as hell doesn’t last long.

In one swift motion, it only gives Elena one chance to blink before Kamilah ends up behind her, her hands gripping Elena by the hips and her hot breath looming over the blonde’s neck. She presses their bodies together and she moves Elena’s hair to one side so she can access her neck. It only takes a silent moment for her to start planting kisses on the base of Elena’s neck.

Elena arches her head back and sighs out of satisfaction on Kamilah’s shoulder. The kisses remain soft and tender but still unbelievably powerful. “Is that why you came here? So you could do this.” Elena mutters, a moan escaping her halfway through her words as Kamilah’s hands grazes over the bare skin that starts right after the hem of the towel.

Kamilah pauses her sensual actions upon hearing that, breathing against Elena’s skin which only makes her body tense up even more with pleasure. Kamilah leans away for a moment, meeting Elena’s eyes and narrowing her own.

“Hey, you.” Kamilah whispers in a husky tone and Elena sucks in a sharp breath as Kamilah continues letting her fingers trace over the skin of Elena’s thigh, slowly making her way further up and under the material of the towel.

“Hey...” Elena breathily responds, her mind unable to function properly from the affection Kamilah is giving her right now. Even as much as featherlight touch is enough for Elena to be at Kamilah’s beck and call and unconditionally at her mercy. “You didn’t answer my question.”

With that, Kamilah pauses and shifts positions again, using her speed to somehow end up in front of Elena once again, except a lot closer than she was before. Her eyes skim over Elena’s exterior once more and she finds her eyes darkening with desire but she’s somehow still able to keep the crimson out of her eyes, otherwise that’s when danger shines through. Elena watches Kamilah’s expression carefully, noticing how a conflict plays out on her features. It’s like a battle to determine if the vampire can resist Elena or not.

Kamilah finally shakes her head and approaches Elena, grasping each side of her shoulders and letting her hungry gaze roam over Elena’s body. A smirk crosses her lips as she prepares to speak. “I had other intentions but it’s not like I expected you to be in nothing but a towel when I showed up.” Kamilah points out, leaning in so she lips brush against Elena’s.

Elena can’t help but smirk back, biting her lower lip at the sight of a desirable Kamilah mere inches away. “May I ask what those other intentions were?” She teases, their foreheads grazing each other’s for a moment and just that little ounce of physical contact is enough to stifle a groan out of Kamilah.

In a flash, her speed causes both her and Elena to end up against the closet in her bedroom, with Kamilah pinning Elena down by her wrists and the longing on Kamilah’s features is painfully obvious. But she has to hold back if she wants to get any words out and not get carried away before her recent idea can be quickly forgotten.

“I realise we’ve never really had a chance to... act like a normal...” Kamilah trails off, her courage faltering the more she overthinks and Elena forms a small smile when she catches on to what she’s trying to say.

“...Couple?”

Kamilah nods quickly in agreement. “Yes... that. I just wasn’t sure if we were in that place.” She admits and the vulnerable side of her starts to shine through again. Elena adores it when the weaker side of her finds a way to crack through her defence walls because it reveals a more genuine side to Kamilah.

“Well, I’d say we are.” Elena corrects, leaning in for a sweet kiss and Kamilah responds eagerly, releasing her grip on Elena’s wrist and letting her roam as freely as she pleases. “Anyway... you were saying?”

Kamilah runs a hand through her brunette hair and clears her throat to continue. “Er, yes. I came to find out that we’ve never really... been on, what do you call it...” Once again, Kamilah trails off, her body tensing up as her nerves start to realise. Never did she think she’d been in a place where she’d be as awkward and vulnerable as she is right now. Elena giggles at how adorable Kamilah is being right now and she immediately once again catches on to what Kamilah is trying to say.

“...a date?” Elena folds her arms and an amused smile crosses her lips.

Kamilah closes her eyes and sighs, nodding rather hesitantly this time. “Sorry... I’m just... new to this.” She admits, hanging her head and pacing away from Elena in order to shield her embarrassment. But, of course, Elena sees right through her like she’s made of glass. Smiling reassuringly, Elena approaches Kamilah and cups her cheek in a comforting manor, tilting her chin up so their eyes meet and giving her the most reassuring look possible.

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it. If it makes it any easier... I’d love to go on a date with you.” Elena whispers, joining their foreheads and Kamilah can’t help but form a smile at the acceptance to her offer. She plants a brief kiss on Elena’s lips and can’t seem to let her grin fade.

“You have no idea how terrified I was about that, Elena.” Kamilah confesses, her shoulders slumping back in relief and Elena just giggles in reaction, a sudden thought entering her mind.

“So wait, what were you thinking we could do?”

“Well, what the normal folk do, I assume. Dinners and wine are very popular and I actually already booked us in at an elegant restaurant.”

Elena furrows her brows upon hearing that, not sure how Kamilah managed to think of something like that. “Heh, how did you manage to come up with that?”

Kamilah’s eyebrows raise rather nervously at Elena’s assumption and she fiddles with the ends of her brunette hair. “What do you mean? I came up with that by myself.” She corrects but once again, Elena sees right through her act.

“Stop, Kami. Seriously... how?” Elena urges and Kamilah lets out a heavy sigh, raising her hands in surrender.

“...I may or may not have asked Adrian for recommendations.” She hesitantly relents, her back slouching and her dignity falling as well. She rolls her eyes as she notices Elena trying so hard to suppress her laughter. “You laugh and I’ll cancel. I mean it.” She warns, pointing sharply at Elena and she motions her hand over her lips as if she’s zipping it shut and locking it with a key.

“See? I’m not laughing. Now, so this place is elegant right so do I need to dress up?”

Kamilah nods in agreement. “I’d say yes.” She agrees, making her way to the bedroom door as Elena begins wandering back into the bathroom. “Meet me at the restaurant at 6. I’ll be sure to text you the name and address of it.”

Elena blindly gives Kamilah a big thumbs up as she disappears into the bathroom. “Great. Can’t wait!”

With that, Kamilah exits the bedroom, her only worry being the outcome of this date. Will it go well to will it go wrong? Kamilah can only hope she listens to Adrian’s tips that he provided for her. After all, this is her first date in a long time and it’d be a little awkward if Elena ever found out about that.

Elena finally finds herself in front of a pretty fucking fancy restaurant with the name of a French word that she’ll never be able to pronounce. This seems like a pretty Adrian choice for a date with its only little spin of Kamilah in it, which is probably why she asked him for recommendations. Despite the fancy aspect, Elena didn’t go completely all out with her outfit choice. She kept it fairly classy but not the obnoxious kind, wearing a crisp white dress that is isn’t overly low cut, revealing just the right amount of cleavage. The upper part clings to her curves perfectly while the lower part flows out to the ground.

Waiting patiently outside the restaurant, Elena shoots Kamilah a quick text, asking where she is. Seconds later, Kamilah shows up like clockwork and her jaw immediately drops when she catches sight of Elena’s choice in clothing. She bites her lip in order to resist all the urges that run around her body and she barely manages to hold them back.

Elena is just as stunned by Kamilah’s appearance too, noticing how she’s chosen to dress in a burgundy floor length gown that is a lot slimmer than Elena’s. The fabric hugs her skin ever so elegantly and the top of the dress halters around her neck. Also, her dark brown hair has been curled into light waves and the strands fall down her front and she looks like a fucking angel.

Kamilah slowly makes her way over to Elena this time, due to the fact that they’re in public. Unable to fight one urge, she drags Elena in for a passionate kiss, snaking her tongue into her mouth and biting down on her lip ever so lightly, careful not to draw blood like she usually does. When they pull away, Elena is slightly dazed and she finds Kamilah eyeing her exterior once more.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Kamilah whispers, smoothing our Elena’s blond hair and brushing her cheek with her thumb.

“I can easily say the same thing about you.” Elena whispers back, knocking their foreheads together tenderly. Her eyes suddenly dart back up the stare at the restaurant and Kamilah follows her gaze curiously. “Fuck, you meant it when you said this place was fancy.”

“Told you. Now come on.” Kamilah urges, leading Elena in by the hand and the curiosity only increases about how this normal night could go.

Soon after settling into their table, wine is delivered to where Kamilah and Elena sit and Elena is surprised at the level of effort that has been put into this night.

“Damn... this is turning out to be a pretty normal date so far.” Elena points out, raising her glass of red wine towards Kamilah and offering up a toast. “To normality.”

Kamilah raises her glass in return, clinking it with Elena’s as she repeats the toast. “To normality.” With that, they set their glasses down and that’s when Elena’s curiosity can’t be held in anymore.

Eyeing Kamilah with intrigue in her eyes, Elena leans her jaw against her fist and forms a small, eager smile. “So, tell me, Kamilah... what are you usually like on dates? I know the traditions have changed over the time you’ve been alive but there must be something that’s always stuck with you.”

Kamilah is confused at first, her brows furrowing. “Like... a signature move?” She can’t say she has many since she hasn’t been on a date for god knows how long.

“Exactly. Come on, spill, Sayeed.” Elena urges, her curiosity too high to contain. She’s always wanted to know how Kamilah is so smooth and straight forward when it comes to romance yet she’s never really been the type to play the field or have brief flings. But Elena is still too intrigued to let this topic go lightly.

Kamilah hides her anxiety behind her glass of wine, as she tries to think of an excuse. Truthfully, she honestly can’t say she has a signature tone. She’s literally been on like five dates in her whole time of living and that is a long time. Before Elena, she was never really the type to dabble in romance. Sure she had more serious relationships but not enough dates to have a signature move. But the fact that Elena is asking makes her worry about how many she must have.

“Um...” With Kamilah’s failure to come up with a decent excuse, she decides to be honest with Elena. “I can’t say I have one.” Kamilah finally admits, hanging her head a little while also trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

Elena is a little taken aback by Kamilah’s vague response, narrowing her life eyes at her recent girlfriend suspiciously. “Are you messing with me or are you being serious?” She dares to ask, giggling under her breath.

Kamilah simply shakes her head. “I’m being serious. Is it so hard to believe that I have originality with each person I date?” She asks and that’s when Elena starts to feel slightly guilty for bringing up the topic in the first place.

“No... I just thought with how easy it is for you to... make people fall for you, you might have a reason for it.”

Kamilah tilts her head to the side in confusion, watching as Elena’s expression starts to sink. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m not offended by it. Besides, I don’t think you’ve ever seen or known of anyone else who has fallen for me.” She points out and something suddenly hits Elena upon hearing those words.

“Wait... am I... no...” Elena shakes her head in disbelief, not willing to believe that such an angelic creature like Kamilah Sayeed, who might she add has been living for a thousand years, has not had anyone else fall for her before. “I’m not the first... am I?”

Kamilah shies away upon the realisation, loosely giggling as Elena takes a deep swig of her wine as if she needs liquid courage to get her through this conversation. “Sure I’ve had admirers and I’ve dabbled with all different sorts of people but... no one has ever truly cared for me the way you do.” Kamilah mutters, taking Elena’s hand and kissing it reassuringly, her lips lingering longer than expected. She locks eyes with Elena and there’s a genuine look of honesty hidden in Kamilah’s dark gaze. Something Elena has never laid eyes on before. “And besides, I’m not sure why I need a reason for why people to fall for me. Maybe... I’m just that irresistible.” Kamilah adds in a seductive, breathy tone that distracts Elena in ways she can’t explain.

With Elena dazed from the impact of her words, Kamilah slowly grazes the skin of Elena’s leg with her own, sliding it up and down and chasing a harsh exhale out of her. She bites her lip and tries to distract herself by taking another sip of her wine. When she puts down her glass, she meets Kamilah’s darkened gaze and smirks.

“You’re so bad, Kami. You know that?”

Before Kamilah has a chance to respond, the waiter approaches them with two plates in their hands. He sets them down on either side of the table and wishes them a pleasant meal in a strong French accent before leaving them alone again.

Kamilah pokes at her food with a fork, examining it with strange looks. Noticing, Elena eyes her curiously, raising her eyebrows in a questioning manor.

“Kamilah... what are you doing? Don’t you like salmon?”

Kamilah straightens up and shakes her head unsurely. “It’s not that. It’s just... weird to think about eating human food.”

“I’ve seen you eat it before.” Elena reminds the vampire queen, uncertain why she’s making such a big deal about it.

“Yes but you don’t know that the ketchup is usually animal blood so it makes it more my type of food.” Kamilah responds and Elena almost drops her fork at that revelation, gesturing to the ketchup on her plate.

“I’d really love it if you didn’t put me off ketchup for life.”

Kamilah chuckles at that, running a hand through her brunette hair. “Sorry.” She apologises, digging her knife and fork into the salmon and beginning to cut it carefully. “So... are you having fun?”

Elena forms a wide smile and nods approvingly. “Of course I am.”

“Really? This outing is mundane enough for you?” Kamilah wonders, taking her first bite of her food and finding it pleasant to eat as the taste overwhelms her mouth.

Elena nods again, giving Kamilah a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Kami. This whole thing was everything I’ve ever wanted with you.” She assures, reaching over and brushing her thumb over Kamilah’s cheek and she smiles sweetly in reaction.

“I’m glad. I don’t want us being together to impact your life. I still want you to feel human.” Kamilah admits, her vulnerable side shining through once more and Elena is surprised by how many times that side has revealed itself tonight.

“Being with you makes me more alive than anything else. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Kamilah’s smile widens and she holds Elena’s gaze for a long moment, realising that no matter what happens, with or without the normality, they’ll still be together.

Later that night, after an overwhelming amazing date, Kamilah and Elena wander back, hand in hand, to Elena’s apartment. They make it to the front door and Kamilah wonders what shes expected to say.

“Is this the part where I kiss you and wish you goodnight?” Kamilah asks, tilting her head to the side out of bewilderment and Elena shoots her a knowing smirk, revealing the intentions running around her head.

“You don’t have to yet.” Elena suggests, wrapping her arms around Kamilah’s waist and bringing their bodies closer together. “I will take that kiss though.”

With that, Elena brings their lips together, tasting the sweet cherry flavour of the wine they drank of Kamilah’s lips. She tangles fingers in the vampire’s brunette hair and slips her tongue into her mouth. Kamilah wishes to have zero space between them, tugging Elena so close that leg hooks over Kamilah’s hip. The kiss deepens and a steady rhythm is quickly built, their longing for each other being poured into this one great kiss.

Reluctantly, they pull away and Elena keeps their foreheads connected, an expectant look in her like eyes. “Sometimes there’s a different way to end to date.”

“Oh really... and what’s that?”

Elena smiles and her heavy sigh grazes Kamilah’s lower lip, causing her body to shudder in response. “By me asking you to come inside for... dessert.”

Kamilah arches an eyebrow at Elena, gripping her by her hips and pressing her against the door. “Well then, I’ll gladly take you on that offer.”

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mucky-puddler · 5 years

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Here is Kubrick blog no. 2

So, this week I’ll be looking at Kubrick’s early work (again), Paths of Glory, and the introduction of Depth of Field; Stanley Kubrick, film, and the uses of history – yes, that is the whole title.

The first thing Nathan had us all do was shout out any themes we could think of that Kubrick had used in the films we had watched so far. This list ended up being ridiculously long and appeared to contain every film under the sun (which is something I never understood – creatives don’t really think about themes when creating things, it just kinda happens, so what is the point in listing themes to look at?). Here are a few examples of themes we named;

- Madness

- Masculinity

- Obsession

- Photography

- Chess

- Brutality

- Violence

- Animalism

- Sport

- Fathers/mothers

We then reviewed the Seafarers (again) and looked deeper at the shot composition used; one of the more obvious ones was the shot change from machinery to people, suggesting that within the seafarer community the people are simply machines designed to complete certain tasks.

Let’s move on to the man himself. It has been suggested that Kubrick makes his films for men, and the evidence is as such – his characters fulfilled the stereotypes of having the damsel in distress and the knight in shining armour, making his female characters weaker and in need of assistance, he would often utilise the male gaze to sexualise women (as seen in the Seafarers when the camera pans up and holds on the image of a naked calendar), all of which makes him seem misogynistic. Alternatively, Kubrick could just be representing the world around him – personally, I think we give people who grew up during the 40’s and 50s much more credit than they deserve – there is no way we can assume that so many people during that time felt the way we all feel now, because the times have changed so much and we don’t want to ruin our idealised, romanticised perspective of a different time. I’m not saying that there weren’t people that thought this way, I have no doubt that there were, I just don’t believe that everyone thought that way. In every single piece of media I have studied where there is some injustice, the argument has always been made that they were “representing the views of the time”, inferring that the creators did not have the same views when it is entirely possible that their own views aligned with the unjust perspective they present.

Okay, rant over for now.

Something else I picked up on, that is somewhat related to what I’ve said above, is how Kubrick used his camera to give himself as much freedom as possible. Kubrick was commissioned to film the Seafarers as a promotional piece, meaning there was very little creative liberty given to Kubrick – what he did have control over was the camera movement. It would appear that his favourite were the long tracking shots, giving the audience long takes of the food hall (and the food itself, to a pornographic extent).

Another clear feature is Kubrick’s sense of humour – his sense of humour was young, like that of a teenage boy (hence the calendar shot). He would sneak as much suggestive evocative imagery through the loopholes into his films to entertain his audience.

And now for our word of the week – Gematria; Greek for geometry, turning letters into numbers, giving the numbers power, meaning texts have hidden codes.

It has been suggested that Kubrick used gematria in his films – critics and fanatics have spent hours poring over his films, trying to discover the hidden meanings behind the numbers and text he leaves in the shots. The numbers 7 and 3 are said to be popular numbers in Kubrick’s films but no one has figured out why yet. I personally don’t see the point in obsessing over every pixel in a shot to mangle it into an alternative meaning, but some people enjoy it, so you do you.

The last thing I took from the lecture was that theme and style should be considered together, especially over the many films brought to life by a single director. For Kubrick, we should look at similar themes through films like 2001 and Spartacus and Lolita, just to name a few.

Now onto the film – the film we watched this week was Paths of Glory. Like all of Kubrick’s films so far, it starts with a lovely bit of narration and a somewhat boring long shot – expositional, some would call it. Both these features together let us know that we are in for a war-time film. For almost the entirety of the rest of the film, I couldn’t understand what these characters were saying, So I had to gather the deeper plotlines from context. Something I drew from the film was how realistic it was for a film of that era; it does not romanticise war like others have, it is a good example of strong men being scared to obey orders, then suffering the consequences.

Here is something about the film that confused me – there is a single shot that pans around the characters to watch them leave, and a washing bowl that was used at the beginning of the scene comes back into the shot – why? It is not referenced at all in the scene, or even the rest of the film. Why was that shot included? Was it because it looks cool? Thinking about it deeper, the character played by Kirk Douglas was using it at the beginning of the scene – this character goes on to defend the men who get called to trial for ‘not following orders’ but assigning their deaths anyway because of the the decision of the court. To someone who grew up religious, this sounds familiar (that’s right, we got Jesus imagery right here). Kirk Douglas’ character could be reflected as Pontius Pilot – he washes his hands of the blood of the men under his command (as demonstrated by the washing bow) – making the men that were sacrificed as an example to the rest a reflection of Jesus – they were strung up to poles.

Let’s now talk about authority, an obvious theme in this film. There appears to be two types of authority – those who care about the mission, and those who care about the people. The general, who is the former of these two authorities, could be considered obsessed with winning the battle and then the war, and does not consider casualties (he’s a bit of a dickhead). On the other hand, the colonel’s concern is for the men and the logic behind why they did not obey orders (which makes sense). There is, as there is with reality, challenge and contention within and between the ranks; everyone wants to either impress their superiors or undermine them. Within the theme of authority, I’m going to make up a sub-theme – authority vs reality; those in higher authority have an idea that they want to execute, and put it into action without thinking about the factors that could make it possible e.g. the men that would have to die to make their ideas a success. The reality of the ideas is that it most likely isn’t possible, and hundreds of men would die in the process before the authority would begin to realise. One of my favourite scenes from the film is when the fate of the selected men are being decided by the colonel and two generals, one of whom is for killing them in a court-martial, the other hearing reason and willing to give them a fair(ish) trial. The colonel is framed between the two generals, and at first, I thought it would have made more sense to have the more neutral general framed between the two arguing parties. However, after a second thought, the colonel is the one frames between two opposing but equal forces – they are the angel and devil on his shoulders (hell year).

Ah yes, we love a courtroom drama, a turn I did not expect this film to make – it reminded me of the courtroom scene in Hacksaw Ridge (such a good film), and I feel this is a fair comparison; the intensity was continual and high, there was a ‘will they, won’t they’ vibe to it, and an all-round good scene for both films. Only with “Paths of Glory”, I hated the son-of-a-bitch prosecutor and the court for clearly favouring him, giving way to another sub-authority theme – humanity vs the court. Like the overbearing general, the court sides with the authority rather than reason – I thought the defence was not given the opportunity to give their case to the fullest extent, even though their evidence was solid.

The final theme I’m going to look at is religion (catholic flavour) – there isn’t a whole lot to say here as it doesn’t play a huge role in the film, the only religious figure (other than the Jesus imagery) is the father that comes to bless those who were chosen to be sacrificed as an example to the others.

Okay, onto the reading – this reading doesn’t really have anything to do with the film specifically, and I only got through the introduction again. These people really need to calm down with their intros because I’m never going to actually read something of merit if they keep their intro’s long. The book I read is called “Depth of Field: Stanley Kubrick, Film, and the uses of History”. One of the first things it discusses is the phrase ‘depth of field’, because it’s meaning it two-fold; the first is concerning photography, as depth of field refers to how sharp and in focus parts of a shot are (which is relevant to Kubrick because he loved photography, so would be able to use depth of field to his advantage), and the second is in reference to researching and trying to understand as much about an area of expertise as possible (this could be Kubrick researching for his films, or could be these critics learning as much as they can about Kubrick – I suspect it’s the latter).

Also, they spoke very briefly about how what is in the frame is the only thing that can “portray the world of human emotion/feeling and action realistically”. I completely disagree with this statement – there are so many elements that goes into portraying human emotion, like music, rhythm, acting lighting, just to mention a few.

Something else I don’t quite understand is how/why directors are praised for working in multiple genres over their career – how is it different to a student having to do multiple courses or modules at the same time? Surely, they just work in whatever genre they want to at the time?

This might just become a list of things I don’t understand because we already know that Kubrick liked to have control over every single aspect of the film, but according to this introduction, he let the cast and crew experiment with their tasks? How does that work?

A quote I found interesting is this – “…seen as bringing the terrible news of the twentieth-century history…to a mass audience” – sorry what? What is this even saying? Is he translating what was happening around him into film for other people to better understand? But if that is the case, then the ‘terrible news’ would have already passed because of how long it takes to make and distribute a film. Why aren’t these people reading the news? Surely no one relies solely on film to give them ‘terrible news of the twentieth-century history’? Or does this mean the people outside of America, seeing as global news was not yet prevalent?

Anyway.

Adorno is a man that pops up a few times in this intro and is said to have said “art and ideology are becoming one and the same thing” and I honestly love that because it’s kinda true. This is also the same guy that said “poetry became impossible after Auschwitz” which is the kind of deep, philosophical shit I enjoy.

This intro really does jump all over the place because then they discuss how Kubrick primarily adapted texts that weren’t already popular, with the exceptions of The Shining and Lolita, so his audience could judge his work as his own rather than an adaptation. This seems a little selfish to me. Like he’s not acknowledging the fact that it’s someone else’s work?

I do plan on reading more than just the intro’s to the actual readings, but it’s so difficult because the intros are so long! Also, somehow this blog ended up being longer than the last one, I don’t know how that happened, please don’t hate me.

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