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downtownsanfransokyo · 2 years

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Just finished the Baymax series AAAAAA my little crossover brain has ideas!!

Imagine Riley has a fall during a practice (like with the aunt Cass situation) and when the hockey team’s reserves are all absent, Baymax has to put on the largest pair of ice skates you’ve ever seen to try and take her place. Riley of course watches from the stands, finding the whole thing hilarious. Baymax’s team would obviously win but it would be by complete accident due to some wacky shenanigans. There could also be a message about kids who used to love the sport they’re trained in from a young age but feel burnt out due to growing up, school, home life or other stressful things and seeing Baymax trying his best reignites their passion to play.

Imagine Giulia crashes her bike on the way to school and Baymax has to not only help fix up her scratches and bruises but also fix her bike since she doesn’t have money for a tram ticket. Giulia is pretty adept at it but one of the parts is busted and she desperately needs a new one so Baymax ends up running around the city with her looking for it at various hardware stores. By the time the bike is fixed, it’s only a few minutes before homeroom. Luckily, Giulia is a fast rider.

Imagine Miriam (Turning Red) trips at the skate park and while she’s down a group of older kids steal her skateboard. Baymax realises how much skating means to Miriam and the two team up to get her board back. Of course, that means they end up in the middle of an impromptu skate-off where Baymax has to race against one of the older kids. Miriam gives him basic lessons (as well as him downloading how-to tutorials into his database) but he can’t quite get the hang of it until the last second. They do eventually get the skateboard back though and Miriam is excited to tell Mei, Priya and Abby about what happened.

Imagine Violet (Incredibles) struggling with social anxiety and one day Baymax notices and starts helping her. She slowly improves until she’s able to talk to other people in her class. Of course, it takes a lot of back and forth, Violet being argumentative and insisting Baymax’s help isn’t working but Baymax always pushes through and eventually she starts opening herself up more. She ends up making friends with Tony, Wilbur (Meet the Robinsons) and Camilo + Mirabel (Encanto) and the five eventually form a cohesive friend group. They even talk about starting a band together. Violet is really glad that Baymax was able to give her the first leg-up to get to where she is now, though Baymax insists Violet was the one who did the real work.

(Now to get into the AU side of things — this might actually play into the plot at some point)

IMAGINE Miguel’s powers starting to become less controlled. He doesn’t have to sing the ‘special song’ for them to activate and he finds himself partially turning into a skeleton at random times. At school, on the street, around his family etc… On one of these occasions, Baymax overhears him freaking out and finds him. Upon doing a scan, Baymax finds that what Miguel is going through isn’t in his database (besides the stress, of course) and this causes Baymax to have a mild existential crisis, especially when he can’t find supplementary information through downloading external sources. Miguel obviously plays it off and gets away from the situation as quickly as he can. Baymax starts acting out of sorts because he wasn’t able to come up with a way to help a patient and obviously Hiro ends up noticing eventually. Baymax relates his problem in a confidential manner (not revealing Miguel’s identity and such) which gets Hiro curious about the incident.

(AU notes: this would take place after Hiro and Miguel had had a huge falling out and hadn’t spoken to one another for months. The two won’t properly make up and become friends again until the Big Hero 6 and Magic Users accidentally bump into one another while on a rescue mission to save the child actress Penny (Bolt), who was kidnapped by Yama to use for ransom. It’s during this incident that Hiro finds out about the existence of Magic Users in the city.)

Introduction to the AU: HERE

Masterpost: HERE

#dead end in san fransokyo #deisf #disney crossover #big hero 6 #baymax #inside out #pixar coco #turning red #the incredibles #meet the robinsons #encanto #disney bolt #riley andersen #luca giulia #turning red miriam #violet parr #miguel rivera #hiro hamada

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trashpits · 2 years

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well its time to info dump about all the bruno/me au ideas i’ve had. for this i will just be using y/n in place of me though bc its just easier that way for me

some are wayyy more fleshed out than others. and i apologize for any typos i dont wanna fix em bc too much reading gives me a migraine. also im horrible at writing. i just..... say ideas. i just be saying shit

but i will start with the disneyland one. so the premise for all my disney land aus is that its a modern au where everyone just works there. i have never worked there so i dont know all the ins and outs of it. SO it’s probably not for you if you HAVE worked there. but basically bruno works as a butler at the haunted mansion. he fits in really well bc he just looks so dead all the time and he just really plays up the part for the kids when appropriate. y/n is a new hire at the mansion and bruno is your trainer. there isnt much more to it besides falling slowly in love at disneyland and mutual pining and cliche romantic moments. its completely self indulgent bc disneyland is my fav place lmao

THEN there is the art teacher one. its also pretty cliche and basic. so y/n is mirabel’s high school art teacher and she adores you and always makes such fun and colorful pieces and is excited to turn them in or get your opinion on things. she looks up to you a lot. idk if you have had like a chill friend teacher, but my art teacher was like that for me and so thats what i was inspired by.

there is an open house but julieta and agustín cant make it for one reason or another. probably work. so bruno volunteers to go instead. (pepa and félix also offered but they also have to visit all of camilo’s classrooms as well and it wouldnt be enough time. i feel like camilo would be like “nah its fine you dont have to go” but his parents want to see all his work and be so proud of him and all that.)

but anyway once they get to your classroom mirabel is excitedly showing bruno which pieces are hers and where she works and stuff. youre talking to other parents and notice them scurrying around so once youre done with the family, you head over to them. you see so much potential in mirabel and have been wanting to talk to her parents about maybe looking into some college level art classes for her because she has shown so much interest in learning more but you dont have the proper tools or space to do so. mirabel gets distracted talking to one of her classmates so that just leaves you and bruno to talk which is fine. thats kinda what you wanted. you go over and introduce yourself and once he turns and does the same, you are immediately flustered. you find him quite handsome which throws you off your rhythm. he only introduces himself as “bruno madrigal” so you just assume that he’s her father. you awkwardly just immediately dive into your spiel about how you think mirabel could benefit from other classes, refusing to look him in the eye. he just nods along, seeming to agree with your words, which is a positive sign.

not to far in mirabel pops her head in and is like “oh! Mx. y/n! i see you’ve already met my uncle.”

"o-oh! he’s not- you’re not her father?”

“no no no, things came up last minute for julieta and agustín, so i’m here to make sure mirabel is doing all her work. i know she can be a handful.” he chuckles and playfully nudges mira.

“oh i’m sorry i didn’t mean to dump all that information on you. if i knew i-”

“no you’re totally fine, i completely agree. i think...”

and you both are kinda awkward messes trying to explain yourselves and how much you both think mirabel is super talented and stuff. i’m not the best writer, but the conversation would kinda trail off and you both would have that quiet moment where you just stare at each other. the mutual attraction admire stare. and then the flustered break away. asdjkfhaskjdha im blushing thinking about it i hate myself.

it would take mirabel all of two seconds to realize what exactly is going on here. and she would make it her mission to try and set the two of you up. or at least urge you guys to talk more. find ways to get it to happen. you both obviously have this attraction at first sight type of thing.

but yeah thats!!!!!!!! the basis of that.

ALL my ideas are super basic i feel lmao. but the coffee shop one. i basically already explained everything i had for that. bruno is a screen play writer who writes under a pen name so no one knows its him. he doesn’t really enjoy interacting with people (he feels like hes terrible at it. also anxiety. which y/n later finds funny since the way he writes people seems so natural), but he does enjoy being around them. people watching. so a lot of the time he writes at coffee shops and you just so happen to work at his favorite one.

you get a lot of regulars and you remember all their names and orders. you like when they come in because they are all pretty chill. some will tell you their life gossip which you are so interested in even though you have no idea who any of the people they talk about are. you just like to be nosy. but bruno never speaks to you all that much. you’ve tried to make conversation a few times with him to be polite, but he always just awkwardly laughs and gives short answers. he is very polite and never feels stand offish. just quiet. he orders, sits down with his laptop and types away for hours.

the day you finally decide to talk to him is at the end of what you think to be his work week. he’d been staying later and later every day, seeming so caught up in his work that he’d lose track of time. that day you had to talk to him to tell him you were about to close. you tap him to try and get his attention to which he jumps and looks at you, panicked.

youre extremely worried. he looks like he hasnt slept in weeks. like much more than usual. “hey, we are about to close and... look, i don’t mean to be a bother, but is everything alright?”

he tells you that he’s just stressed about deadlines. that it’s not that big of a deal. but your nosiness gets the best of you and you prod a bit more. you’re off the clock anyway so a few questions can’t hurt.

at first he is silent, but he’s so tired that the walls he usually puts up crumble so easily. you feel like he had been waiting for the moment someone asked if he was alright...

and thats all i have rn. idk where i really want it to go from there. i have a few ideas but aaaaa too nervous to share.

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and the ghost au.

so in this au, ghosts can just roam as they please depending on how sentient they are. most are trapped in a loop of their old life, but others who realize they are dead can do whatever and go wherever they want.

y/n is dead. you passed have just been mindlessly roaming the earth ever since. at first you were desperate to try and find someone who could see or hear you. but after a while you just gave up and decided to explore. you would spy on peoples lives, trying to live vicariously through them since you felt you had no purpose anymore. a lot of the time you wondered why you were still around. why the other ghosts you did come across would act like you werent even there. you never stuck around one person for too long. just gathering bits and pieces of peoples stories.

but eventually you come across something new. a family who were granted magical gifts to help their community. it fascinated you. you got there just in time to watch the youngest member get the power of inhuman strength and durability. you began to wonder if one of the children would ever get the gift to see you. that was the original reason you stuck around. it would be so nice to have someone to speak to.

you would snoop but still try to give people personal space at appropriate times. you liked the family dynamic they had at first. it seemed very sweet and helpful but you slowly learned more about this family and their secrets. their stressors, fears, and burdens. and one of their biggest secrets, bruno.

he’s already about 30 at this time. already closing himself off. he would rarely leave his tower. you noticed his sister julieta would invite him to dinner every night, but he would always decline. that slowly turned into her bringing him a plate of food, which became just leaving it by his door. tbh you dont think you had ever even seen him yet. just heard his name in conversation every now and again.

at this point you were a bit afraid of him. people talked about him in such awful ways. maybe you’d get jinxed even though you were just a spirit. you still werent sure of the rules. but your curiosity finally got the best of you. you went through bruno’s door.

he wasn’t anything like the stories. he was kind of pitiful to you at first. all this talk and he’s just this sad lonely man. his own friends were the rats. he’d chat with them all day, sometimes being silly and cracking jokes, other times talking about how he desperately wished he had a different gift. or didnt get one at all. and you honestly think the rats could understand him sometimes.

you would spend a lot of your days listening to him tell stories to his little friends. he was surprisingly very good at it, and had a flare of the theatrical. he would sometimes try to write songs but he was a terrible singer. he dabbled in drawing, painting, sewing, any type of arts to busy himself with. you could tell it helped him escape the life he was given.

before you even realized, you had spent 10 years in the encanto. you knew so much about everyone in the town, but none were as enjoyable as bruno.

you couldn’t wrap your head around why everyone despised him so much.

he rarely would use his gift if he could help it. sometimes alma would ask him to try and see things and he would never turn her down. you wished he did. especially the night that the newest madrigal didn’t get her gift.

the second you watched him hold that vision in your hands you never wanted so desperately to be heard in your death. you yelled and screamed hoping he would hear you telling him that its not his fault but there was nothing you could do.

he did try to leave. you even went with him to the top of the mountains of the encanto but he paused. bruno looked back at his home and you knew he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

during the time in the walls is when you start to feel yourself fall in love with him. or at least realize that you are. maybe you have been for a while. when he is in the walls, you can tell he’s more free than he’s ever felt. being in that tower with all the constant reminders of who he was weighed down on him more than you ever imagined. now he can make this space for who he truly wants to be. (also side note i like to think that the rooms are effected a lot by the owner so the more he distanced himself from his family, the higher up his tower became and the more ominous the space was. he didn’t want it, but he couldn’t help it) its just a lot of you falling for him and him not even knowing you are there. and once the events of the movie happen you are so happy for him. you finally get to see him accepted back in the family he loved and did so much for.

you start to distance yourself from the family though. you are far too attached but now that you know bruno will be okay, you feel that you can leave.

that is, until dolores and mariano’s first baby gets the gift to see/speak to spirits.

AND THATS IT./ okay i spent too much time typing this out. i even had to take pain killers in the middle bc the migraine was gonna kill me lmao.

#bruno madrigal x reader #self ship #i cant remember what my writing tags were #bruno madrigal #randomhatthief

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skyrimaddiction · 4 years

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Different Characters meeting my OC Syan Part 2

See Part 1 here: https://skyrimaddiction.tumblr.com/post/613971069135716352/different-characters-meeting-my-oc-syan-part-1

Part 3: https://skyrimaddiction.tumblr.com/post/615307555752771584/different-characters-meeting-my-oc-syan-part-3

Kodlak: He was in the basement of Jorrvaskr listening to Vilkas talk of his struggles with the beastblood, when he heard the door open. A new scent filled the air, and Vilkas and him both silenced their conversation so that the newcomer wouldn’t overhear them. They both turned to look at the newcomer. Kodlak instantly recognized her. He was filled with surprise, and then joy, trust, and familiarity. It was a woman, and not just any woman, but the woman from his dreams that will stand beside him in the afterlife and fight Lord Hircine to save the other trapped souls from his hunting grounds. He knew her as a trustworthy and formidable ally. One he called friend, and he knew he could trust the future of the Companions with. He would name her Harbinger when the time was right. The red-headed high elf approached him and they spoke for the first time. Kodlak knew that she would still have to prove herself to the others and gain their respect and trust. He asked Vilkas to test her skills in the yard. Vilkas begrudgingly agreed and lead her towards the yard. Kodlak watched as they walked away, and he smiled to himself contently. He was glad that she had finally arrived. He knew she had arrived in Whiterun a few nights ago, as everyone kept re-telling the story of how she leaped onto a Giant’s back and blinded it with daggers. He knew Farkas was fond of her, Aela was impressed by her, Skjor had no opinion yet, and Vilkas didn’t believe the tale. None the less, she was already making waves in Jorrvaskr. Kodlak might not know how things will turn out during her time in with The Companions, but he knew the end result. The friendship and trust he had for Syan might only exist now in his dreams, but he knew in time they would come to fruition.

Brynjolf: He got word from one of the guards that a newcomer had seen right through the visitor's tax scheme at the front gate. Most people didn’t bother to even question it and just paid. Odd that a newcomer saw it right off the bat. He wanted to see just who this person was. He knows every face that resides in and around Riften, and he laid eyes on her right away. It’s a woman, a red-head like him, except she is an Elf, an Altmer. Her long red hair flowed gracefully in the gentle breeze. The fall color foliage only amplified her beauty. He noticed right away from her armor and weapons that she too, must get by on less than honorable means. Scavenging and looting most likely. He approached her and mentioned how she’s never earned all that coin doing honest work. She only raised an eyebrow at him, looked him up and down, and said: “Alright, what am I doing and how much are you paying?” She was sharp this one. He told her the plan to steal a ring from Madesi’s StrongBox and plant it inside Brand-Shei’s pocket. He drew everyone’s attention in the market, and as soon as the crowd gathered, he lost eyes on her. He had never lost eyes on anyone before, this surprised him, and also confirmed that she was exactly the fresh blood the guild needed. Not even two minutes pass by, and she’s in his eyesight near Brand-Shei, giving him the signal that the job was done. Impressive, and nothing went wrong. He mentioned that there was more work and coin for her if she was interested. She said, “You’re with the Guild.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. This lass was proving to be quite something else. “Yes lass, if you are interested in joining, make your way down to the Ragged Flagon.” She nodded and walked away, heading to all the vendors to sell all her looted goods. She had all the male merchants wrapped around her fingers, and all the women envied her. When she talked to Grelka, she was a hard bargainer, squeezing out every Septim she could. This lass was going places. good places. He knew he needed her in the Guild, and maybe, just maybe, she will help them turn things around and get them back up on their feet again.

Ancano: He had heard that a new student had arrived at the college, and he made it his business to see to it that he learned as much about her as possible. When he saw the high-elf woman for the first time, he was suspicious. The Thalmor keep track on every high-elf in Skyrim, and he was not notified of any high-elfs being sent to or heading towards the college. Mirabelle was giving her the tour, and Ancano trailed behind them at a distance, eavesdropping on them. Apparently, she had come to learn more about destruction magic. He could sense an air of danger around her, and he knew that he must keep a watchful eye on her. He continued to trail her, as she had her first class with Tolfdir. He asked her to wield a ward spell to block his magic attack. She claimed she had never used a ward spell before, but her instant mastery of the spell was astounding. Ancano only grew more suspicious. Either she was lying, or she had great magical instincts. If that was the case, he would need to be very wary of her. Ancano considered himself to be the most powerful mage in the college, and any new threat he must address swiftly and discreetly. He knew she was dangerous. The class was dismissed and told to meet up at the old ruins of Saarthal. He stepped in her path, blocking her from leaving. “Pardon my intrusion, I am Ancano, the Thalmor Advisor here at the college. It is my business to know everyone and everything relating to this college, yet I know nothing of you, please state your business here so that I may get back to my work.” Syan’s eyes met his, and he could sense the seething hatred for him, and a creeping sense of dread drenched through his bones and into his core. He stilled with fear. Syan replied, “Who I am and my business here is none of your concern, not get out of my way, or I will make you.” Her threat was laced with so much venom, Ancano felt his throat close up, and he couldn’t speak a single word., let alone breath. He quickly side-stepped out of her way, and watched as she walked away, throwing a menacing glare over her shoulder back at him. He finally was able to breathe once the college doors closed behind her. That woman would be the death of him. He knew it, so he had to make sure he disposed of her before she came after him. This woman was more dangerous than anyone knew, and Ancano knew that most would not be able to see it. Dread filled his body once more. This was not going to end well.

Astrid: She was pissed to find out that someone had stolen a contract that should have been the Dark brotherhood’s. Someone got to the old crone at the Riften Orphanage before they did. Whoever this person was Astrid was dead serious about finding out. She spoke with all her contacts in Riften, yet no one knew a damn thing. She finally had to speak with the children of the Orphanage as a last resort. She had slipped a sleeping potion into the other worker’s drink, so she slept soundly. The children all sat in their beds, with looks of fear and uncertainty on their faces. Astrid pulled up a chair. “Do not be alarmed, I am only here to see if you are happy with our…..services.” She said calmly. The children eased and nodded enthusiastically. They all took turns replying “She was the best!” “She slit Grelad’s throat and blood was everywhere!” “We miss the pretty elf lady! I wish my hair was red like hers!” “Her eyes were pretty too, like sunshine!” Astrid had enough information to go on by her appearance at least, but now it was time to figure out who and where she was. Alas, the children didn’t know, so she had to continue gathering information elsewhere. She spent weeks contacting all her sources trying to get any information about her. Ironically, the information she already had, from a few previous contracts, and a new contract that came in. A few people had already placed contracts for Syan’s death, and Astrid had sent out new recruits to take care of her, except the assassins failed and were killed by this woman. The Thalmor then approached Astrid as a last resort, as their previous attempts to kill her were unsuccessful, so they were willing to pay to have someone else deal with her. That contract too had failed. When Astrid realized that the few failed contracts she had were all for the same woman, she was able to piece the puzzle together. The woman was a red-haired high elf by the name of Syan. She had a primary residence in Whiterun, and was with The Companions, Thieves Guild, and the College. She was rarely in one place for any length of time. Constantly wandering about Skyrim on various missions and jobs. You would think that someone who was deeply involved in various parts of Skyrim would be easy to find and track down, but it made it increasingly more difficult. Astrid would need an exact itinerary of all the jobs this woman was on, and try to best guess when and where she would be, which was impossible. Astrid bribed one of Whiterun’s guards to send her letter by horse once Syan had returned to Whiterun. This would at least give her a few hours to be able to dispose of her. Finally one day a courier on horseback arrived with a letter for Astrid, it was from the guard in Whiterun. Syan had returned. Astrid immediately set off on Shadowmere towards Whiterun, pushing Shadowmere to run as fast as she could. Astrid arrived a few hours after nightfall. The guard told her that Syan was still in town, and was currently in her house. Astrid snuck in and slowly made her way up to Syan’s bedroom. At this point, Astrid needed to and wanted to slaughter her, the brotherhood was already in bad shape, and these several failed contracts were only making matters worse. She crept closer and closer to Syan’s bed until she was right at the foot of it. Syan appeared to be sleeping soundly. Astrid drew her dagger when a swift kick sent her flying backward. Astrid clumsily fell into the table and chair in the corner of the room. Syan rose from the bed, wielding two daggers. “Only a coward strikes when one sleeps.” She said venomously. She then lunged at Astrid, delivering swift kicks and slashes. Astrid barely managed to block her attacks and was losing ground quickly. Syan moved in a way Astrid had never seen before. Astrid grabbed her dagger and began to counter-attack, only to miss as Syan dodged her swings effortlessly. Syan grabbed one of the rafters in the ceiling and swung a fierce kick into Astrid, who went stumbling down the stairs and onto the kitchen floor. Syan swiftly landed in a crouch on top of Astrid and brought the twin daggers to Astrid’s throat. “Who sent you?” Syan inquired fiercely. Astrid laughed, “Who hasn’t? I’ve had multiple contracts placed on your head, and you’ve killed every one of the assassins I sent after you. Most impressive. However, you stole a contract that was rightfully ours, and we do not tolerate that. So, you owe us a contract, a life for a life. I have three individuals in an abandoned shack in the swamps outside of Morthal. There is a contract for one of them. You have to guess which.” Syan’s eyes narrowed. “What makes you think I would even consider that?!” Astrid raised an eyebrow, “Because you would have already sliced my throat open if you had no intention of listening to what I had to say. Perhaps, you would like to join us, get your hands a little….bloody yourself. Earn some gold, settle a few vendettas. All in the name of Sithis and the Dark Brotherhood. Interested?” Syan slowly lowered her daggers before sheathing them. “It would help to know who wants me dead so that I can except more threats from them in the future.” She said. Astrid replied, “If you were a part of the brotherhood, these contracts would be null and void, and no one would dare put a contract on your head again.” Syan contemplated before agreeing to meet Astrid at the abandoned shack. Astrid left swiftly and returned to the sanctuary. Syan was dangerous, very dangerous. No one had EVER gotten the drop on Astrid before. Astrid would have to tread carefully, who knows what this woman could do, as the saying goes, keep your friends close, your enemies closer.

#skyrim #kodlak #kodlak whitemane #companions #ancano #College of Winterhold #brynjolf #theives guild #astrid #Dark Brotherhood

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caitsbooks · 5 years

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February is going to be a busy month. There are so many amazing books coming out, plus my 21st birthday is on the 4th so super excited!

While 15 releases may seem like a lot, there are even more than the ones I mentioned here. I had to narrow it down to the stories I'm dying to get my hands on, otherwise, this post would get a little bit too long.

Read on to see what I'm most excited for, in order of release date!

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February 5th

15. On the Come Up by Angie Thomas

Bri dreams of being a famous rapper, and to leave her neighborhood. When her mom loses her job and bills begin to pile up, Bri's hope to make it big turns into a need.

14. Courting Darkness (Courting Darkness Duology #1) by Robin LaFevers

The first novel in a new spin-off duology to the His Fair Assassin Trilogy. Sybella has a new mission. In order to keep her sisters safe, she must accompany the duchess to France, where enemies lurk in every corner. Meanwhile, Genevieve has been undercover for years, and she's beginning to forget what she's fighting for.

13. Lady Smoke (Ash Princess #2) by Laura Sebastian

Unfortunately, I can't go into details without spoilers for book one, Ash Princess, and since I have yet to read Ash Princess, I really don't want to be spoiled. However, if you're looking for a high fantasy with romance, action, and plot twists, I've heard amazing things about this series!

12. Dark of the West (Glass Alliance #1) by Joanne Hathaway

"He was raised in revolution. She was raised in a palace. Can their love stop a war?" (Goodreads). The first novel in a fantasy duology that is said to be Code Name Verity crossed with The Winner's Curse!

11. Enchantee by Gita Trelease

A historical fantasy novel taking place in Paris, 1789. Camille Durbonne has relied on small magic keep her, her brother, and her sister safe. But when her brother disappears with the family's savings, she must use dark magic to integrate herself into life at the Palace of Versailles. However, her games turn deadly when the revolution erupts and her secrets get the better of her.

10. Fame, Fate, & The First Kiss by Kasie West

Lacey Barnes has always wanted to be a movie star, but when her dream comes true, it wasn't quite what she expected. She must balance working with the hottest Hollywood actor, finishing high school, and dealing with her nightmare of a tutor, Donavan, all while figuring out who might be trying to sabotage her on set.

February 12th

9. The Blood Spell (Ravenspire #4) by C. J. Redwine

“When mysterious forces lead to disappearances throughout Balavata, Blue and [Prince Kellan] must work together to find the truth. What they discover will lead them to the darkest reaches of the kingdom, and to the most painful moments of their pasts. When romance is forbidden and evil is rising, can Blue save those she loves, even if it costs her everything?” (Goodreads)

8. Bloodwitch (The Witchlands #3)by Susan Dennard

"The Bloodwitch Aeduan has teamed up with the Threadwitch Iseult and the magical girl Owl to stop the destruction. But to do so, he must confront his own father, and his past. " (Goodreads)

7. The Triumphant (The Valiant #3) by Lesley Livingston

"The final book in the Valiant series takes Fallon and her warrior sisters on an epic journey from the corrupt Roman Republic to the wonder of the ancient world: Alexandria, Egypt." (Goodreads)

6. Crown of Feathers (Crown of Feathers #1) by Nicki Pau Preto

Veronyka dreams of becoming a Phoenix riding like the old stories. After her sister betrays her, she strikes out to find them, even if it means disguising herself as a boy.

February 26th

5. Last of Her Name by Jessica Khoury

A sci-fi Anastasia retelling! I'm extremely obsessed with Anastasia, so that's all I needed to know to be interested, however, if you need more: When the leader of the Belt claims that Princess Anya, the youngest child of the late royal family, is still alive, it's revealed that Stacia is the lost princess. She is smuggled away by her childhood friend Pol, but her best friend Clio is left in the hands of the Union. Stacia will do anything to save her, no matter the cost.

4. Four Dead Queens by Astrid Sholte

"A divided nation. Four Queens. A ruthless pickpocket. A noble messenger. And the murders that unite them." (Goodreads). This is a standalone fantasy, and that alone has me excited to jump into this world!

3. An Affair of Poisons by Addie Thorley

"After unwittingly helping her mother poison King Louis XIV, seventeen-year-old alchemist Mirabelle Monvoisin is forced to see her mother’s Shadow Society in a horrifying new light: they’re not heroes of the people, as they’ve always claimed to be, but murderers." (Goodreads). Meanwhile, With the death of the Sun King, Josse de Bourbon is forced to become the prince he never planned to be in order to save her sisters. Hiding in the sewers beneath the city, his path collides with Mirabelle's, and together they form a pact to unite the commoners and nobility against the Shadow Society.

2. The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

Queen Sabran the Ninth must conceive a daughter to protect her realm, but assassins are out to get her. Ead Duryan has risen to the position of lady-in-waiting, but is loyal to a hidden society of mages and secrets protects Saban with forbidden magic. Tane has trained to be a dragonrider but one choice may ruin everything. Meanwhile, forces of chaos are rising from their sleep.

1. Warrior of the Wild by Tricia Levenseller

“As her father’s chosen heir, eighteen-year-old Rasmira has trained her whole life to become a warrior and lead her village. But when her coming-of-age trial is sabotaged and she fails the test, her father banishes her to the monster-filled wilderness with an impossible quest: to win back her honor, she must kill the oppressive god who claims tribute from the villages each year or die trying.” (Goodreads)

What books are you most excited to read this month?

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Sun setting over the Colline A surprise when the police helicopter was hovering so close to my home What a busy week it has been! I am trying to get all of my “normal” commitments out of the way Monday to Thursday so that I can have three days together to do whatever I would like to do…….perhaps some baking, sewing or in the case of this week, gardening. That’s the plan and for the last two weeks I have achieved the three days to myself. On Monday morning I was busy preparing the salad to take to the volunteers lunch, I had cooked the crumble on Sunday evening so it was not too much to be prepared. Monique arrived and off we went. The gratin she had prepared was delicious and as it was warm we had that before the salad. My lovely eye-catching salad, made with laitue chene, tiny plum tomatoes, satsumas and this time a sprinkling of blue cheese was really only enjoyed by Marie-Therese and I as the other two cited stomach problems for not eating it. 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It was lovely, just to go in, speak to my friends, then read the paper. When I returned home, I decided to get my music keyboard set up. I play by ear and really did enjoy myself playing some wonderful hymns (as you do), Happy Birthday, then recording Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for my granddaughter. After that I was giving it my best shot at playing My Brother Jake by Free, this needs more work on it but I was pretty pleased with myself. I had taken a skirt and dress into town to be altered, and on Wednesday morning (early) I was there to collect them. I had had a message to say that the knitting group would not be meeting this afternoon and so I went to the French class instead. 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Then it was the clocks altering so I stayed up an hour later and I feel just wonderful this fine morning. Have a wonderful day, I hope that the weather is kind to you. It actually looks like rain here now. Au revoir.

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My uncoordinated thoughts on 12x10 under the cut! ♥

A note in advance: I’m not entirely sure how to use the angel pronouns now, so I’m going to go along with what the show provided so far.

I’m not sure what to read into Benjamin playing that game every night. Does he do it because his vessel enjoys it? Or do I have to look deeper into some meaning for it?

I think Lily’s appearance is cool. I wasn’t sure if I’d like her but she’s great.

Does Lily have two angel blades because those are the blades of the ones she killed already? How did she get her hand on the first angel blade to kill the first angel of Castiel’s old garrison? Was it her boyfriend’s?

I loved Benjamin’s distress call

I like Dean’s shirt, sweatshirt thingy, the dark one with the collar slightly open.

It seems that Dean is disgruntled about Mary jumping right back into the hunting life. I understand that because he lived through a young Mary telling him that she wants out of the hunting life. I’m sure that Dean would prefer her to be the kind of mom who stays home and makes them chicken soup for dinner. If she’s out there, hunting, that means he always has to worry about her. (But maybe he also isn’t sure how do deal with the fact that his mother is a real person, with her own crap to deal with, independently of her role as mother that Dean’s familiar with.)

Judging from Sam’s “so are you just going to walk past each other in the kitchen, not saying a word” comment it seems like they’ve been doing that for a while. On one hand I’m glad that Cas is apprently haning out in the Bunker a lot (understandable, since it looks like he’s been hanging out in it for the 6 weeks the Winchesters were gone) but on the other hand I feel a bit sorry for Sam that he has to witness this kind of thing. I wonder if Sam and Cas did/ do talk.

Dean’s being a little bit of a hypocrite. Why can he get grumpy about Cas maybe causing ‘cosmic consequences’ by breaking Billie’s deal if Dean’s the one who make ‘cosmic consequences potentially following’ possible in the first place. If he hadn’t made that deal with Billie, then Cas wouldn’t have had to intervene.

Addendum to that thought: Cas and Dean have apparently not talked, but is there anyone that talked to Dean about the six weeks in isolation? If he says things like ‘it was worse than hell’ that must raise alarm bells in everyone else. So... did anyone try to talk to him about it...?

That Cas has to ask if Dean’s included in Sam’s “we’ll go with you/ we’ll help” makes me a tiny bit sad. Yes, Cas knows that Dean’s angry with him even though it’s (in his and my opinion) a bit undeserved. But he seems to think that Dean’s angry enough that he doesn’t want to help Cas at all.

And of course Dean has to ruin it by being mean. Both Sam and Cas are unamused.

(Side note: Damn Dean, your lashes look good this episode. New mascara?)

Sam tries really hard to mediate. Poor guy. Also thank you Sam for always taking Castiel’s side in situations like these. You’re the best.

Dean takes his criticising a bit too far by calling Castiel killing Billie a “knee-jerk choices”. Excuse me, Mr. Winchester?? Without Castiel’s knee-jerk choices you would be long dead. You relied on Castiel’s heart based knee-jerk choices to betray Heaven and do the right thing. You have always relied on Castiel choosing you over Heaven. So stop it. Enough.

“He’s sarcastic but he’s thoughtful and appreciative”. You tell him, Cas. And what do you mean by “what’s that supposed to mean” Dean? You know exactly what he’s saying. And you know exactly that he’s right. You probably haven’t said a word of thanks or of comfort since Cas stopped the deal from happening. For God’s sake. Dean might be thoughtful and appreciative, but he usually isn’t or at least he usually don’t communicate that when it matters. (Dean can be rather insensitive, especially when it gets to supernatural creatures. And Cas still belongs to that category after all. Just look how callous Dean was with the Zana’s deaths even though Sully was right there, being upset. Dean’s got no tact when it gets to the feelings of supernatural creatures.)

I like that Cas memorized the name of Benjamin’s vessel. And it seems like Benjamin and Cas actually talked about the topic since Cas seems to know quite a bit about their special relationship.

Both Dean and Sam seem suprised by the angel with a male name in a female vessel thing. As if they had never seen that before (in season 4 Cas and in season 6 Raphael)

While I love Castiel’s “Benjamin is an angel, his vessel is a woman” comment, I would have wished for it to be elaborated a bit. So far we still only know from canon that angels use he/she pronouns for other angels which don’t fit their vessels all the time, that Castiel doesn’t correct Dean to say that Benjamin is a man, but that he’s an ‘angel’ instead which seems to imply that their gender identity (if they have one) can’t be explained by human concepts of “woman” and “man” and that angels don’t ever comment on the gender of their or their siblings’ vessel, which implies that it usually doesn’t matter.

So back in 1901 Cas still served under Isham. He also served under Anna at one point, so when and how long was Cas actually a garrison captain? It couldn’t have been more than a couple decades.

Cas’ “if I plan to do anything else stupid, I’ll let you know” is my high light. Dean looks so taken aback.

I love the conversations between Mirabel (Mirabelle?), Isham and Castiel. And at first Castiel’s voice is sweet and soft, but he quickly changes tracks when they start accusing him of things.

It seems to be uncommon to keep vessels for over 100 years, which I can understand. There are human souls in that vessel after all. But why do they say that they kept them so long because they’re not “careless”? Has Castiel no longer had his previous vessel available because he was “careless” and lost her somehow? I assumed that he released her upon completing his mission, or that he was pulled out of her like he was pulled out of Jimmy once. Or maybe he even lost her as recently as during the siege on hell, which would explain why Cas first had to find a vessel before he could contact Dean. All speculation on my part.

Of course Dean can’t wait outside. Of course Sam saw that coming. *lol*

Cas seems hurt when Mirabel says that they didn’t think he would care that old friends died. I mean it shouldn’t surprise him, considering how malicious angels have been to him in recent years (no matter what he tried to do for them) but he still is hurt.

Ahaha, Dean. He looks so appreciative when Isham tosses him some dollars so he can buy himself a pie.

Dean and Sam (especially Dean) have always been of the opinion that Cas needs better friends than the angels because they don’t treat him well or are rude to the Winchesters. This makes me think that a) I love that Dean & Sam defend Castiel and tell him that he doesn’t have to let them treat him so badly and b) that they don’t think that Castiel cares enougha bout angels to go through such humiliation to try to help them. I wonder why they still don’t get that because Cas has been trying and trying and trying again to help angels. Dean and Sam might have enough distance to be able to tell that they’re not being kind, but they don’t understand how much history Castiel has with these people and how much he might still care about them. And as c) I also wonder if Dean sees the parallel there; the angels disrespect Castiel’s dedication and his previous work as well as his friends, and still he wants to help. Maybe it makes Dean realize that Dean’s not behaving much better than the bad angel buddies. (Sure, it’s not on the same level, but Dean’s still mean to Cas even though it’s totally unnecessary.)

Dean, you can’t look into angel magic light. You should know that by now.

Cas back in 1901 was pretty good at doing what he’s told, but he still flinched when Lily’s kid screamed. That’s very consistent what we’ve seen so far of Cas.

Also, she’s so cute, help.

That little fancy hat.

That bland looking dress.

Cute.

Cas in 2017 is also cute.

Castiel finding such clear words to counter Sam’s argument that they have to talk to Lily because her feelings of anger and resentment are justified because her family was killed suprised me. "Are you saying these angels deserved to die? Are you saying that I deserve to die?” Of course, in this instance is was a very good idea to go talk to Lily but a simple “Cas was just following order” would of course not have worked.

I wonder why it was so draining for Cas to heal Isham. We’ve seen him heal other angels before and it never cost him so much energy. Also, something must be amazing about Castiel’s healing ability is Isham says that he hasn’t feel that good in a millenium. (Angel medic Cas *lol*)

“Cas is our family so we won’t let you hurt him” ♥♥

I know it’s a dramatic scene, but the way Lily draws the papers to the floor after she spent such a long, fumbling while to try to collect them (why even? why not just grab May and run?) is hilarious.

What’s with Cas’ “oh goodie”? *lol*

The interaction between Sam and Lily is great, of course he’d understand what’s at stake when Lily says that parts of her soul burn away every time she uses Enochian magic. (Though aside: but using sigils doesn’t right? I assume sigils channels powers through a special symbol, i.e. the power is in the word/ symbol itself, so the only price you have to pay for those kind of spells is your blood, instead of bits and pieces of your soul.)

One of the most important details of this episode was Isham’s “you survived hell. You were chosen by god” I really want to know more about this. Why was he in hell? For Dean? And why was he chosen by god? To go to hell? To rescue Dean? For something else? Tell me more!!!

Dean has never shown any regards for using the angel banishing sigil on Cas or on someone else when Cas would also be removed. Nice to see him reconsider and not use it after all. ;w; (Though I wonder if he quickly thought about all the times he blasted Cas away.)

Castiel is the best, so sweet.

Sam, there’s a chair, why are you sitting on the table?

And that’s it for now! Sorry that this is so unstructured...! And long.

#Supernatural #spoilers #spn spoilers #12x10 spoilers

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Don’t Call Tara Subkoff an ‘It’ Girl

Dan Flavin’s outsize light sculpture looked like a luminous frame. Not one to miss an opportunity, Tara Subkoff posed strategically in front of it, its rectangular shape and pastel fluorescence complementing the candied pink of her Simone Rocha dress.

“There’s an optimism to this piece,” Ms. Subkoff said. That suited her. “I’m the kind of person who sees the glass as half full.”

Ms. Subkoff, 46, had paused for a closer look at the Flavin, her first stop on a serpentine tour of the new Museum of Modern Art on a recent Wednesday.

The space, opened up and chicly redone, was a fitting setting. An actress, artist and, in an earlier life, unregenerate gadabout, Ms. Subkoff seemed intent on presenting the world with a shiny, self-assured and elegantly gift-wrapped version of herself.

She had slipped off her satiny Moncler parka and drifted past the entrance, ignoring its showy welcome sign, to make her way to the escalators, scouring a map along the way. She had come with a mission: to locate the work of Pope L., an artist perhaps best known for strapping himself to a skateboard, donning a Superman costume and crawling the length of Manhattan.

Wandering along MoMA’s broad corridors, which meandered like avenues from east to west, she was suddenly disoriented.

Not that she minded. “Getting lost in a place like this makes you feel like a kid again,” she said. “It’s a playground. It allows you to see things through the eyes of a child. That’s the real job of a museum, to make us all feel like children, to make us see things with fresh eyes. MoMA got it right.”

As she spun around, random scenes caught her gaze. “This is magic,” she said, having stopped abruptly at the sight of a somberly lighted black box on an upper floor. It was home to “Rainforest,” an installation conceived by David Tudor, of bell-, bucket- and pipe-shaped pendants suspended from the ceiling, each emitting the rustles and murmurs of an imaginary jungle.

She poked her head inside what looked like the supersize hair dryer to listen to the sounds of vagrant winds, chittering birds and wildlife, as rapt as if she had entered some mystical chamber of wonders. Puzzled at the sight of her, a visitor asked discreetly, “Is she an actress?” Well, yes. And no.

Ms. Subkoff, it may be recalled, is no stranger to the art world. Her clothing label, Imitation of Christ, founded with Matt Damhave in 2000, with Chloë Sevigny as creative director, was a raffish hybrid of performance art and fashion show, a collection of upcycled vintage clothes that was in its way a precursor to the sustainability movement.

She counted the artists Rita Ackerman, Richard Phillips and Dash Snow as friends and collaborators. Even now her inner circle includes Mirabelle Marden, an artist and daughter of the artist Brice Marden, and the photographer Jessica Craig Martin.

“I was very much this Edie Sedgwick of the art world at that time,” Ms. Subkoff recalled.

“I had a big Chelsea loft and had my friends all over to my house for parties. I spent almost every night out with Dash and Dan,” she said, referring to the artist Dan Colen.

Living perennially in the public eye, she was tagged an “It” girl. But invoke that phrase now, and she bristles.

“I’ve never been an ‘It’ girl,” Ms. Subkoff said. “An ‘It’ girl is a socialite or someone with money who goes to parties or someone who doesn’t do anything and is famous for doing nothing.”

She appeared in the 1997 romantic comedy “As Good as It Gets” and in Whit Stillman’s 1998 film, “The Last Days of Disco,” among other movies. Four years ago, she made her directorial debut with “#Horror,” about a rich-girl sleepover gone awry, a film that was coolly received.

These days, Ms. Subkoff is reinventing herself once more with a multimedia installation at the Hole, a gallery on Bowery (through Nov. 17). The focal point is “Deepfake,” a 25-minute video that follows a character, Eve, as she drifts through the California desert. In the room’s center, poised on a rotating bed, Eve glances into a cellphone camera to admire her porcelain features.

For Ms. Subkoff the work is a testament to her vociferous feminism. “I was exploring the concept of what it means to get older and for there to be a newer, upgraded version of yourself, a kind of A.I. sex companion available for male consumption,” she said.

The show also marks a turning point on her road to self-discovery. To reach it Ms. Subkoff had to clear a few hurdles. More than a decade ago she received a diagnosis of a brain tumor and underwent a craniotomy, an experience that cost her time and momentum.

“A brain tumor is a stigma, a real stigma,” she said. “A lot of people think you’re contagious or dead.” But Ms. Subkoff, who clearly thrives on exposure, did not miss the chance to put her trials on show, detailing the excruciating episode in Harper’s Bazaar and The Huffington Post.

As she spoke, she grew restless, searching distractedly for a show curated by Amy Sillman with canvases propped along the walls She returned to her map, studying it intently, then pleaded with a security guard to lead the way. No luck.

By then, Ms. Subkoff was famished. She had participated in the Performa Biennial the night before and had eaten nothing more than a slice of toast since morning. Making her way to the museum cafe, she confided that the past several years have tested her.

She ended her two-year marriage to Urs Fisher, the Swiss sculptor, in 2015. Still smarting, she refuses now to even say his name. “I was pregnant in the midst of that, and it helped me stay positive,” she said.

She gave birth to her daughter, Grace George Fischer, the same year and wasted no time documenting that experience in a flurry of Instagram posts.

“I call my daughter Grace because I want her to go through her life with the grace that lets you stay open, lets you make fewer judgments and become who you are,” she said, pausing from her late lunch of soup, leafy greens and a towering sandwich.

Her eyes welled up. “That to me is the best weapon against abuse, against the toxic culture we’re in.”

It’s her work that sustains her, and the sense that she has found her place. She is still chary of labels but calls herself an artist. Wandering back toward the MoMA entrance, now thronged with late-day visitors, Ms. Subkoff said, “All these years later I’m just coming out of the closet.

“It’s scary,” she said, her voice trailing. “I feel vulnerable.”

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