#wow it should not be this difficult to think of women

[riverthebooknerd]

"but why do you even ship them-" IT BRINGS ME JOY AND WHIMSY!!!!!!!

#sonadow #kerdly #capsei #valgrace #superbat #hijack #revalink #sidlink #shellshocked #leosagi #bagelbites #tenrose #god i am so tired #also i'm just noticing that most of these are mlm ships??? i'm not fetishizing them i swear but wtf is up with that #for some reason literally every wlw ship is leaving my mind #um. um. OH #harlivy #karababs #uhhhh #wow it should not be this difficult to think of women #suselle #bubbline #zelink #okay i think that evens it out a little bit #“bUt LiNk IsN't A gIrL” stfu

[ambrossart]

DANCING WITH MYSELF

— PART ONE

summary: eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, chrissy cunningham. instead, he spends the night stuck in the women’s restroom with you—her snarky, insecure best friend. ❖ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader ❖ word count: 2,489 ❖ genre: fluff with some angst ❖ series status: complete ❖ warnings: no season 4 spoilers, some coarse language, body image issues, allusions to eating disorders, typical teenage insecurities, angst, jealousy, anxiety, secret crushes, childhood memories, happy ending, lots of 80s music one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

You were more than a little caught off guard when Chance Gallagher asked you to the senior prom.

Chance was popular, Chance was on the basketball team, and you were just Chrissy Cunningham's snarky best friend. The "bitchy" one—yeah, that was your identifier (so that you wouldn't be confused with her other, much perkier friends). You were confident that ninety percent of the student body had no idea what your actual name was. To them, you were simply Chrissy Cunningham's Bitchy Best Friend. Depressing as that was, it was an enormous step up from constantly being referred to as her "chubby" best friend. All that dieting must have finally paid off.

Needless to say, you were a little skeptical when Chance Gallagher, dressed in his green letterman jacket, showed up at your locker six weeks before the big night.

He swung by and said, "Hey, you..."

In hindsight, that should have been your first clue that this was going to end in disaster. Hey, you? Come on, the boy clearly didn't know your name. But at the time, you weren't thinking about that. No, you were too busy admiring his long dark hair, those deep-set brown eyes, and that shy, crooked smile that slowly crept up the side of his face...

"Hi," you said back, and you thought your voice sounded oddly high-pitched for some reason, like Minnie Mouse. You had to clear your throat and try again. "Hey, uhh, what's up?"

"Nothin' much." Chance paused and ran his hand through his hair. Shamelessly, you watched him do it, and you caught yourself wondering if his hair was as soft as it looked. It probably was.

"I was just thinking," he went on, "you know, about prom coming up..."

You retreated into sarcasm. "Oh, is prom coming up?"

"Uh... yes?" Chance cocked his head, looking so confused.

You winced. "Sorry, just ignore me. So, what about prom?"

"Well, I was wondering if anyone asked you yet."

You squinted at him for a second, thinking, Seriously? "Uhh, no, no one's asked me yet."

"Good," said Chance, nodding and smiling, and you stood there, thinking, Wow, those are some white teeth.

Then, while you were distracted by those white teeth, he snuck in a quick: "So you wanna go, then?"

You blinked slowly. Once. Twice. "I'm sorry... what?"

"I'm asking if—"

"You're asking me to prom?"

"Well, I'm trying to, but you're making it kinda difficult."

"Well, I'm a difficult person," you said under your breath. Then: "Wait a minute, is this like a Taming of the Shrew scenario? Is there a Bianca somewhere in this?"

Chance's brow furrowed. "Taming of the what?"

"The shrew."

"What's a shrew?"

"Well, it's actually a small, mouse-like animal, but it's also the word for an ill-tempered woman, which is the definition I'm referring to—not the mouse, obviously; although I could see the mouse making sense too, you know, within a different context... Anyway, The Taming of the Shrew is a Shakespearean comedy. We read it in English last week. We took turns playing the parts... well, not me, I mostly just read the stage directions. See, I've got a thing about public speaking and, you know, speaking in general..."

"Really? 'Cause you seem pretty good at it." Chance was smiling at you.

And now you were smiling back... and laughing, too. It was a colorful laugh that burst out of your chest like confetti out of a New Year's Eve popper.

"That was a good joke," you said. "I liked that."

Silence. Heavy and awkward.

Chance broke it. "So... is that a yes to prom? Or do I need to leave, come back, and start this process all over again?"

You laughed again, but this one made your chest hurt a little.

Your gut reaction was to say, Yes, absolutely! but you never listened to your gut. You listened to the small voice in your head, the one currently showing you all the possible worst-case scenarios on a teeny tiny projector: frame after frame after frame. This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. You should just say no right now and save yourself the embarrassment.

But then you heard Chrissy's voice in your head, that sweet Disney princess voice. You know you're the only one getting in your way, right? Stop sabotaging yourself. You would be so much happier if you would stop shutting everyone out. Just open up a little, let people in, and I promise they'll think you're amazing, just like I do... and then I'm gonna have to tell them all to back off because you're my best friend. I found you first. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, look, at the risk of making this all blow up in my face, can just I ask why? Why do you wanna go to prom with me, Chance? I mean, sure, we sit at the same lunch table, and yeah, you're friends with Jason and I'm friends with Chrissy, but we've never spoken a word to each other... so why?"

Chance shrugged. "Because I want to? Because I think we'd have a good time? Do I need another reason?"

You bit down on your lip. That wasn't the answer you were hoping for, but then again, maybe that was just your anxiety talking. You shook all those ugly thoughts away and said, "Okay."

Chance took a step back, seeming delightfully surprised. "Okay?"

"Okay... yes, I'll go to prom with you." And you felt a little like Sissy Spacek in the movie Carrie.

Was this your Tommy Ross?

Oh, hopefully he doesn't die...

Chance pumped his fist. "Well, all right!" And for a second, you thought he was going to give you a high five or a slap on the back. Instead, he backed away slowly, heading toward his own locker. "This will be great. Yeah, I'm really looking forward to this."

"Me too," you said.

And that was the problem. You started looking forward to it. You started getting excited about it. Daydreaming about it. Flipping through magazines and dog-earing your favorite pages, because suddenly you had favorite pages. And that's why you were absolutely gutted when Chance called you up six hours before prom and said he couldn't make it.

With just five words, all your prom plans went up in flames.

"Food poisoning? Are you kidding me right now?" You were sitting on your bed with the phone pressed against your ear. It almost slipped out of your grasp when you first heard the news. "Can't you, like, take some Pepto-Bismol or something?"

"Seriously?"

"No, not seriously, Chance. I'm not a monster." You let out an angry huff and switched the phone to your opposite ear. "What am I supposed to do now? I bought tickets and a dress and some really, really painful heels." You had even practiced walking in those painful heels so that you wouldn't look stupid—or worse, trip and fall on your face in front of everyone. "There's gonna be pictures and dinner and a frickin' limo... Oh my god, I'm gonna be the only one there without a date!"

"I know... I'm so sorry."

"Well, great, can I bring your 'sorry' with me to prom? Can I pose next to it during pictures?" You swallowed hard, feeling the sharp sting of oncoming tears. You lowered the phone to your shoulder (while Chance continued to utter apology after apology) and squeezed your eyes shut before a single one could escape. 

After a minute, you heard Chance say, "You still there?"

You brought the phone back to your ear. "Yeah," you said, and wiped your runny nose on your wrist. "Look, don't worry about me, okay? I'll, uhh, I'll figure something out."

"Yeah, okay... And, hey, I'm really, really sorry." 

"Yeah, I know," you said, numbing yourself to it. "Anyway, I'm gonna go. Uhh, feel better, okay?"

You slammed the phone down before he could say goodbye. Then you saw the stack of magazines on your nightstand. And the pink shoebox on the floor. You buried your face in your hands and had yourself a good five-minute cry before picking the phone back up and frantically dialing Chrissy's number.

She answered in a chirpy voice: "Hello, hello... Cunningham residence."

"He's not coming!" you blurted out in a stuffy, near-to-tears voice.

"What? What do you mean, he's not coming?"

"Food poisoning! He got food poisoning!"

"He got food poisoning? Oh, no..."

"Yeah. That's just my luck, right? I just spent three hundred dollars for nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, obviously I can't go now..."

"What? But you have to go!"

"Chris, I can't—"

"No, Y/N, you have to go! This is the senior prom. This is supposed to be our special night."

You rolled your eyes. "Pretty sure Jason thinks it's his special night."

"Well, he's wrong," Chrissy said, and stifled a laugh. "Come on, you didn't go to junior prom, and that was fine, but this is the senior prom, our last prom, and I wanna spend it with my best friend. I want us to go get our hair and makeup done, and put on these outrageous, obnoxious dresses, and go make asses of ourselves on that dance floor. That way, when I'm old and wrinkly, I can look back on this moment and think, Wow... I so peaked in high school."

You both laughed. Despite the tears, you laughed.

"Yeah," you said, "I want that, too... but I don't have a date, Chris."

"So what? You can come with me and Jason."

"Oh, the third wheel. Yeah, I bet your boyfriend would love that."

"He won't mind. And if he does, screw him. We'll leave his ass at home and go to prom together. Deal?"

You smiled and dabbed your eyes dry with your sleeve. "Deal."

Overjoyed, Chrissy squealed so loud you had to pull the phone away from your ear. "Now, hurry up and get your butt over here, pretty lady! Our appointment's in an hour."

"Fine, fine..."

You said your goodbyes and hung up. That's when the dread finally set in, twisting your stomach into one giant pretzel. "Food poisoning, huh? Boy, is he lucky." You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever.

"I'm calling it now: this is gonna be the worst night of my life."

Three streets down, Gareth Lozinski’s garage was exploding with the thrashing chords of heavy metal. 

Corroded Coffin was currently six songs deep into their ten-song set list (a tribute to all their favorite metal bands), which would eventually get whittled down to just five songs. Any more than that and the manager of The Hideout would pull the plug on them. That happened last Tuesday, after Eddie Munson tried to sneak in a second Iron Maiden song when he thought the manager had stepped outside for a smoke break. They were only six bars in when their mics and amps suddenly died. Eddie, lost in the music, played another eight bars before he realized what had happened. 

“Boo,” he said into the dead mic; then he strummed an angry riff and walked off the stage. 

The band took a short break after Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid” so that Gareth could help his mother carry in the groceries. Mrs. Lozinski made a comment about their playing, said they were “really coming along” because she didn’t know what else to say. Gareth’s little sister was more succinct with her feedback. She skipped past the open garage with a paper bag full of fruit and said, “No, you guys still suck.” 

Five minutes later, Gareth returned with half a turkey sandwich, sat down behind his drum set, and played the majority of Motörhead’s “Ace of Spades” with the sandwich hanging out of his mouth. He wolfed the rest down during Eddie’s excessively long guitar solo.  

Just when you thought he was done, the guy kept on going…

These rehearsals usually carried on well into the evening. Gareth’s family sat down to dinner at around six-thirty, and they didn’t appreciate the unique ambiance of Eddie Munson’s screaming guitar, so that’s when the band typically called it quits. 

Today, however, was no typical day. Today was the senior prom. 

Jeff was the first one to unstrap his guitar. “All right, guys, I’m outta here.” 

Gareth, a junior who had yet to experience prom, said, “Dude, it’s only three. Prom doesn’t start for another four hours.” 

“Yeah, but Tara’s parents wanna take pictures, and my parents wanna take pictures, and then we gotta go to dinner… It’s a whole event.” 

Grant heard that and unstrapped as well. “Yeah, shit, I better get going, too.” 

Meanwhile, Eddie Munson was staring off into space and silently strumming his guitar, trying to work out some of Motörhead’s trickier chord progressions in his head. He stopped momentarily when he felt Jeff’s hand on his shoulder. 

Jeff said, “Hey, good luck tonight, man.” 

The corner of Eddie’s mouth raised into a lazy smile. “Thanks, man. See ya.” Then he bent his head and went back to strumming, his left hand fingering the beginning chords of Dio’s “The Last in Line.” 

Gareth put down his drumsticks and stood up. “You’re really going through with this, huh?” 

“Mhm,” said Eddie, only half listening. 

Gareth shook his head, utterly dumbfounded by his friend’s reckless determination. “You’re crazy, man. What makes you think Chrissy Cunningham’s gonna wanna dance with you?” 

Eddie’s fingers slowed and eventually stopped, those final chords lingering for a moment… then drifting away.

“Because this is my year, man.” Eddie was confident, but not arrogantly so. He simply believed his words to be true. “I’m telling you, all the stars are aligning for me. As long as I don’t blow Ms. O’Donall’s English final, and I don’t plan on blowing her English final, I’m gonna be out those doors and onto better things. Now all that’s left to do is steal a dance with my dream girl.” 

“Yeah… that sounds great and all, man, but this is Chrissy Cunningham we’re talking about. There’s no way she’s gonna dance with someone like you, especially not at prom.” 

“Really? I think she will, and especially because it’s prom.” 

Because Chrissy Cunningham wasn’t like the other popular girls. She wasn’t vain or pretentious. She didn’t strut around school like a princess amongst peasants. No, Chrissy Cunningham was something special, a very rare diamond in a pit of precious stones.

And tonight, for at least one song, she was going to be his. 

Eddie unstrapped his guitar and carried it over to its case. “Gareth my good man… Gareth the Good, Gareth the Great… I think tonight might be the best night of my life.” He smiled on his way out. “Wish me luck, buddy.”

“Good luck,” Gareth said, and watched him go. “Boy, he’s gonna need it.”

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CURRENT // NEXT

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #chrissy x jason #chrissy x eddie #hellfire club #st4 #ambrossart #just me using fanfiction as therapy for all my high school trauma #dancing with myself #dwm #fanfiction

[salemcantupdate]

Ok

Baldurs Gate shipping and who I am actively in love with

SO, currently romancing Gale because Astarion rejected me, full one said “I don’t wanna have sex with you, UGH, EW, imagine.” But Gale is so cute??? I don’t get whenever I see hate for him, especially cause we had astral projection sex which was absolutely fantastic. Wyll kissed me but I said “haha nah Gale” and I think I accidentally romanced Karlach??? I don’t know. Oh I also hugged the Guardian love him.

Now for shipping

SHADOWHEART AND LAE’ZEL IS SO FUCKING REAL TO ME OH MY GOD THEY GOTTA GET DOWN RIGHT NOW

They ARE rivals to lovers

Wyll and Karlach… they’re best friends. I’m sorry but all the women look like absolutely lesbians to me and I love that for them

But Wyll is so sweet and so cute and I do adore him, he’s so fun, but I built him so badly haha. Anyways, he is a WHORE, he flirts with EVERYONE, SLUT BOY, and he needs a happy ending. Don’t know with who though. And Karlach needs a short woman to peg.

Astarion is 100% asexual and I love him cause he’s just like me frfr which means he needs to be with me and only me. But also genuinely I think Astarion can only be happy with a redeemed Durge??? Like I think that’s the best path for him. Two monsters learning to be good together… GAH ITS SO CUTE. Either way, he’d need to be with someone who isn’t overly horny

Also once again I absolutely adore Gale. Gale is so good and so loving and he also absolutely loves body worship like he is hozier he was on his knees and worshipping his Goddess Mystra, loving her and now HE CHOOSES YOU IN HIS ROMANCE. HE BDKDCJKWHCISJDKWJD. I love him, so who should he be with? He’s more on the basic side overall, easy to get approval from, but also extremely romantic and loving, and autistic just like me frfr. So… actually maybe Wyll??? Wyll has some self worth issues especially after going all devil and Wyll is also a romantic? But ehhh… I dunno, it just doesn’t feel right.

Anyways, Halsin. I love the daddy bear man like YES he is absolutely fantastic and I love him so so so so much I want him carnally. But also I can’t really see him with most people haha. Maybe Gale though, imagine the astral projection scene but then Halsin is a bear, that’d be hilarious. But nah, I honestly like Halsin/Astarion/Reformed Durge Throuple. Essentially, finishing Astarion’s personal quest before initiation with Halsin will ensure that Astarion doesn’t get any self doubt. They are all on different parts of their journey for improvement, both Halsin and Astarion have severe issues with self doubt along with sexual trauma, and all of them have a “beast” inside. Durge with the Urge, Astarion being a vampire, and Halsin with his difficult-to-control wild shape. Plus Halsin to me is one of the most respectful and consent-focused characters, which I think would work well with what Astarion needs.

Ok so I wanna ship Karlach with some cute bard girl or something, someone just as fun and nice as she is. And you know what? Wyll and Gale is starting to grow on me. They’re both characters who try to “woo” Tav before doing anything, Gale with the Weave and Wyll with his dance.

Imagine, Gale teaching Wyll the secrets of the weave, likely Wyll has never interacted with it properly as his magic comes from a devil. This could help unlock Wyll and on some level separate him from Mizora. Oh wow, both these men have been manipulated and abused by extremely powerful non-humanoid women. They’re both self sacrificing gits who want to be the hero, both sacrificed much for power. I think it would start when Mizora first appears in camp, maybe. Gale would go to comfort Wyll over the transformation, maybe even compliment his horns. During the night of celebration Gale would see Wyll by the beach and offer to show him something magical, aka the Weave scene. They make some jokes and Wyll mentions the dancing, Gale prods, and Wyll says maybe another time.

GAH

I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING GENIUS

Alright, so, summary

Lae’zel and Shadowheart

Karlach and cute girl (if Alfira survived Durge I’d choose her but oh well)

Durge, Astarion, and Halsin

Gale and Wyll

EDIT: This post is no longer accurate to my views or feelings on the matter! I will write another one eventually since I actually know the characters a lot better. This was legit written before I even got to act 2 and I barely did anything in act 1

#Baldurs gate #Baldurs gate 3 #Baldurs gate 3 spoilers #gale of waterdeep #Astarion #shadowheart #laezel #silverheart #that’s Shadowheart and laezel a ship name to me #shadowheart x lae’zel #wyll ravengard #wyll x gale #devils in the weave #that could be a fun name #Halsin #Halsin x astarion #durge #the dark urge #astarion x dark urge #Halsin x dark urge #Astarion x dark urge x halsin #throuple #oh oh oh #they should be called #Taming The Beast #Karlach #salemcantupdate talks #asexual Astarion

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Absolutely banger content!! Love it! When Kaz calls Inej "treasure of my heart" he's cheapening an otherwise meaningful phrase. Do you think he is being totally sarcastic or is he deadpanning his feelings to a degree? Because a little later he describes another time he said something cold-blooded to Inej and says to himself "in moments like that he thought she might hate him." Can the second quote be used as context to explain the "treasure of my heart" quote?

Hi, thank you so much!

I definitely think that this is a prime example of using sarcasm as a defence mechanism, so although he comes across completely sarcastic - as confirmed by Inej’s reaction, which is to look pointedly at his cane and wish him a long trip down the stairs before she herself slides down the bannister - I would agree that to some degree he is voicing his genuine feelings. It could be viewed in a somewhat self-destructive nature, because by voicing these feelings in a manner that he knows will elicit a negative response from Inej he can use it as evidence for her not returning his affection and therefore use it as a reason not express his feelings in any real way - claiming that she won’t be interested, when actually he simply has a massively debilitating fear of being vulnerable bred in him by Rollins and the general attitudes/environment of the gangs in the Barrel (and arguably to some degree Jordie as well; by trying to protect his younger brother he doesn’t necessarily convey the full severity of their situation when they first arrive in Ketterdam, inadvertently leading to the belief that such vulnerabilities should never be spoken of or discussed becoming a highly complex and difficult aspect of Kaz’s character)

When Kaz comments “in moments like that, he thought she might hate him” it’s coming off the back of him effectively defending the appropriation of Inej’s culture. She is horrified to see the Suli Jackal masks on sale and being worn by pleasure seekers in Ketterdam, because they should only be worn by Suli seers and are “sacred symbols”. In return, Kaz says that he’s seen the seers “ply their trade on party boats and in pleasure houses” and that “they didn’t seem very holy”, and when she says that “they are pretenders” and “they’re laughing at you behind those masks” he responds coolly that he would never pay to have his fortune told, whether it was from a conman or a holy man. When Inej is visibly upset by this conversation, he comments that he wonders if she hates him, and I think that a large aspect of this is because he is the only person who knows what she went through to its fullest extent. And the specifically relevant aspect of what he knows here, is that Inej was forced to appropriate her culture herself when she was at the Menagerie (slight tangent, but so was Nina, it’s very interesting, I’ve mentioned it in a post before). Inej describes her room at the Menagerie to be a farcical mockery of a Suli caravan, she was forced to “donn false Suli silks”, and it’s even mentioned that the only reason she was ‘the lynx’ is that the Jackal masks were seen as unattractive - “but what man would want to bed a Jackal? So instead, the Suli girl - and the Menagerie always stocked a Suli girl - wore the lynx”. What a quote. What. A. Quote. Starting with the Jackal, it makes it clear that there are no lines that won’t be crossed, and that’s emphasised by other girls at the Menagerie wearing animals sacred to their countries such as the Fjerdan woman being the wolf, and that the only reason Inej didn’t have to wear an outfit similar to the one she’s so horrified by here is that it couldn’t be sexualised and exploited the same way the lynx could. And then we have “and the Menagerie always stocked a Suli girl”. Wow. That gets me every time I read it. There are two main things I want to comment on in this quote, so I’ll start with “stocked”. This singular world is so dehumanising; the idea that the women and girls at the Menagerie are seen as stock, produce, literal consumables that can be bought and traded and sold. There’s also the point that Inej herself is the one using this word, and I think it’s left purposefully ambiguous as to whether this is a satirical usage of the word on her behalf as a criticism of the culture surrounding pleasure houses and cultural appropriation in Kerch (although more specifically Ketterdam), or if it’s the product of indoctrination to this toxic culture - similar to Nina’s horror at releasing that the appropriation and disdain for foreigners she’s been surrounded by has actually led her to judge traditional Ravkan dress as old-fashioned in Crooked Kingdom (I think it’s chapter 13). The second thing about this quote I want to mention is “always”. “Always”. It so subtly introduces so early on in the books the deeply ingrained over-sexualisation of Suli culture, which is evidenced time and time again but most specifically in the ‘Rare Spices’ billboard that Inej describes un Crooked Kingdom. I could talk about that billboard for DAYS so I won’t go into it here because this is already a long post.

But I think it’s incredibly important that Kaz knows all of this when he makes these comments, every time he mocks her gods or her “depressing Suli wisdom”, he knows that he is part of a culture that dehumanises and sexualises and appropriates and reduces everything about who she is, and he knows that it’s hurting her, of course it would hurt her anyway, but especially hurting her because she was forced to do it herself as a cherry on top of the worst year in Inej’s life, a year made of unending pain and terror. But arguably this is once again all that self-destructive nature; the pushing her away, similarly to the sarcasm as a defence mechanism, because it is easier to hate than to love, and because if she hates him then he never has to be vulnerable with her.

Oh wow I just looked at that and realised it’s way longer than I thought, sorry about that… Thank you for reading it, and thank you so much for the question this was really interesting to think about! :)

#grishaverse #leigh bardugo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #nina zenik #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kanej #kanej brainrot #kanej my beloved #kanej supremacy #analysis #fantasy books #book analysis #long post #amita suman #freddy carter

[harlowsbby]

Improv Baby

“Baby I know it’s super last minute but if you don’t mind and if you want, do you think you’d wanna be in one of the skits?”

Jack managed to say before running back over and changing into another costumes. He was out of breath from running around and all of the different costume changes but he loved it.

Jack was Hosting and Performing for SNL everything was hectic but a good kind of hectic the smile he had on his face never fell or left since the show started.

“You want me to be in a skit? Why.”

“Well I know how much you love watching the show baby and I asked Kenan and he said you can join one of my skits I’m in.”

“What will I wear? And I don’t even know the lines, I don’t even have lines actually.” Jack smirked and pulled out the perfect costume for you, your eyes widened before glaring at him playfully. He smirked and nodded his head slowly.

“Oh no I’m not wearing that no fucking way.”

“Come on baby I think this will be the perfect costume and it’s called improv baby just make anything up.”

“What skit is this Urban?” Maggie was beyond thrilled and proud of Jack this entire year he’s been winning and achieving so much she couldn’t be anymore more prouder.

“I think it’s the one that Jack dresses up as a giant tampon.” Urban laughed and Maggie looked at him horrified.

“A giant tampon? Out of everything, well that should be a really interesting thing to watch.” Maggie went back to talking with Jack’s grandparents while Urban and Sunni busted out into a fit of giggles.

“Oh it’s definitely going to be something very interesting to see.”

“Very interesting indeed.” Sunni added on.

“Okay, is everyone ready? Let’s go out there and do this shit.. by the way nice costume Y/N.” Kenan laughed and went back to the side of the curtain.

“See baby I told you this costume is the perfect costume and you kind of match with me.”

“I just hope Maggie doesn’t get a heart attack or something seeing me in this.”

“She’ll love it trust me baby.”

“Curtain is opening in 3..2..1.” The curtain opened up, you watched how all the actors got “interviewed” and did their skits, you were beyond happy and proud of Jack he’s achieved so much this year, you knew he was super nervous about tonight but he’s been killing it so far.

“Okay Jack you’re going to go out first and then Y/N we’ll introduce you before you walk out.” Your started rubbing your hands down your costume something you always did when you were nervous, Jack noticed and took your hand in his.

“You got this baby I’ll be right there with you the entire time.” He leaned down and attempted to press a kiss to your lips but the giant string that stuck out of his tampon costume made it a bit difficult.

“We’ll save the kiss for later.” You laughed and he nodded his head in agreement.

“You’re on Jack.” Mike the director whispered.

“Tina! Remember we said we were wishing he’d show up tonight! And he did it’s a frat guy dressed as a tampon!” One of the actors on the show said as Jack walked onto set, everyone immediately erupted in laughter.

“What up! What up! Sigmaaa sigmaaa.” Jack yelled out loud in his frat boy voice, Jack had to take a second to pause or else he would’ve broke character.

“How are you tonight?”

“Oh, I’m chillin bro sigmaaaa!!” Jack yelled out loud and did the Shaka wave that all surfers do.

“Alrighttt sigma, but now I have to ask, how has the costume gone over?”

“Well you know women who are like smart are like disgusted by me but everyone else the vibe it’s giving it’s chilling and you know.”

“And do you have any plans for tonight!”

“Actually yeah I was going to go out and you know get into some legal trouble see a few baddies you know the vibes.”

“Wow well that just sounds amazing!”

“Y/N you’re on.” The director told you and you waddled into the set, here goes nothing. You told yourself.

“Did you say see a few baddies? You aren’t seeing any other baddies but me!” Jack and David immediately broke out of character and started laughing seeing you dressed as a pad.

Jack had to turn around because he simply couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Oh no what’s wrong Frat boy?” The “news” anchor asked Jack.

“I just.” He laughed “I just fuck I mean, Baby what are you like doing downstairs?” He laughed his cheeks turning a bright pink.

“Is that Y/N dressed as a pad!” Maggie laughed out loud.

“Is sure it.” Urban laughed.

“Babe! Like go back upstairs gosh babe I swear I thought I told you stay with Kevin?”

“You did! But all your lame and drunk friends were like totally messing up the vibe.” Jack sighed dramatically and tossed his hands up well somewhat did.

“You see I’m in a interview right babe gosh!! You’re always messing up the fun.” Jack was starting to break character he tried his best not to but seeing him dressed as a tampon and you dressed as a pad was honestly sending him.

“You know what I’m totally done with you!”

“Babe wait up! You know this tampon costume doesn’t make me walk fast.” Everyone laughed watching the two of you waddle off the stage.

“Wow you both did so good, especially you Y/N.” Kenan congratulated the two of you.

“Thank you Kenan it was actually really fun being out there.”

“I’m glad you had a great time, I’ll let you two change.” Kenan gave Jack and You a quick hug before going back on stage.

“Looks like you killed it after all baby, all that stressing for what.” You rolled your eyes at Jack and took off your costume before helping him out of it.

He sat back on one of the couches in his dressing room before patting his lap wanting you to sit on him and you did, wrapping your arms around his shoulders he rested his hands on your thighs.

“I’m so proud of you Jack you honestly have no idea, you’ve achieved so much this year and it isn’t even over yet.” He grinned and gave your lips a quick kiss.

“Thank you baby it means a lot hearing those words come from you. I just can’t wait for this to be over though.”

“Why is that?” A devilish grin appeared on Jack’s face.

“You should know why baby girl. I think once we get back to the hotel I deserve a little treat for all my good work.” You pulled back and placed your hands on your hips.

“Oh is that so?”

“Hmm what do you say?” You thought about it for a second just to tease and play with him before running your fingers across his chest, grabbing his face softly and making him look directly at you, your lips hovering over his.

“I say.. yes I’ll let you have a special treat tonight.”

(I hope you guys like this 😭💗)

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[makingspiritualityreal]

Lessons from my Anime Phase

Many years ago, before I matured into my spiritual journey, this used to be an anime blog. I don't regret this phase of my life, even though I completely outgrew it, because I believe it taught me something important.

The content of a creation is more important than the form. There is anime (sadly not as many as you would think) that is a good piece of art. There are regular movies that suck. These years taught me to look deep beyond the surface form and into the meaning of any creation. I'm still waiting for a movie as good at depicting the power of wishful thinking and self repression as Perfect Blue.

Supressing one's emotions leads to serious repercussions. One of the reasons some people find anime so weird is because it is literally an outlet for the collective mentality and emotionality of Japanese societal pressure. It feels exaggerated, but it is a reaction to the external forced numbness and politeness the Japanese society is plagued with. If you don't deal with how you feel regularly and don't express it and process it, if you don't make friends with your demons, you keep bubbling like a cauldron. It leads to having a very edgy, very draining life, not being present with yourself. It leads to not being able to function and ultimately making simple things feel like the end of the world.

Getting older is awesome. I would never come back to my past. Every morning felt like torture. Sometimes, even if life is never perfect, it moves you on in simpler ways that allow for balance. Establishment of healthy routines does wonders for mental peace. The Universe putting you in an environment where you can do that, after years of having that taken away from you, feels blissful. With time comes perspective and you can see your life shaping up and taking you somewhere. That allows you to approach the rest of your life with the same philosophy. I can read this post another 10 years into the future, and think wow, my life got even better. But at least now I am relaxed about it and don't overthink how every tiny little thing can go and I don't try to control or micromanage the future.

Youth is overrated. Hottness is overrated. Very few people really get to enjoy being young and hot, and those that do, are probably on Youtube's most watched list now. Being young and hot only pays off if you happen to be an artist, you're in a good film, or you're lucky enough to be in a music video. With those things, you build a legacy you will have forever. But most young women spend their youth and beauty on dating guys they wish they could forget in their 30s. At least I can say I spent it on spiritual growth, which I am really proud of. I was younger and "hotter" once, but paradoxically I feel like I'm becoming more beautiful. I had absolutely no benefits from being young and hot. I had no good relationships and everyone irl always criticized me for breathing. I never felt attractive. My highlights were compliments from my online friends, because noone around me actually thought well of me in my physical life. I'm married now, but this is my first serious adult relationship. I didn't have any good relationships that really appreciated my looks back then. So whatever has passed, hasn't really been used anyway. I was very insecure because I lived surrounded by unfair criticism from many people, who should have been supporting me but betrayed me. Maybe some people have fun in their youth, I honestly didn't. Moving away from all the people that made my youth something I'm glad to put behind me was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Being different growing up is hell for everybody, no matter what form it takes. Being an outcast is probably the number one debilitating thing that makes youth difficult. You have no role models, you have no support, you endure extra pressure. But over time, even those that are different end up finding their place, and they realise they were just different to people around them in their early environment, but they're not that different from the rest of the world.

#spiritual journey #spiritual growth #spirituality #spiritual awakening #personal

[moonpetrichors-blog]

Hi!!

Can I request Scaramouche x Singer!Reader?

Like Scaramouche finds their songs online and really likes them, and ends up somehow getting backstage tickets for a concert?

Idol

Tags: Fan!Scaramouche x Singer!Reader, Heacanons, Fem!Reader, Modern AU, Mean x Mean LMAO

Warnings: None

As an idol singer, you are used to seeing stadiums filled to the brim just to see you perform. You relish in the fame, but don't care much for your fans as you are used to the attention. That is, until one of them catches your eye backstage.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [03/01/23] ❞

Scaramouche has never been a big fan on music.

People would usually take one look at him and think, yeah, that guy totally listens to my chemical romance.

He doesn’t, contrary to popular belief. Who do you think he is, Xiao?

That’s why, when he discovered K-pop, it became his biggest secret of all time.

Could you imagine Scaramouche, the mean shorty with a stick up his ass 24/7, jamming it out to Twice?

His love for girl groups grew when he came across a dance practice video of yours on YouTube.

Not only were you insanely pretty, but you had the vocals, dancing skills, and stage presence to turn you into an absolute machine.

He would rather die before the day he openly admits you as his bias.

One day, as he’s aimlessly surfing the internet, he comes across an extremely sketchy website.

A website, which was selling tickets to one of your concerts.

Now, Scaramouche should know better than to buy tickets for a concert on a website filled with ads about promiscuous women 5km away from him, but the tickets were cheap.

And who is he to say no to cheap tickets to one of his favorite girl groups?

He should count his lucky stars because the tickets were actually real.

Fast-forward to a few months later, Scaramouche was standing backstage to one of your concerts.

He supposed he only had himself to blame for this. He didn’t actually bother reading what the tickets were for, just that he thought it’d be funny if he got shitty tickets to a concert that ended up being real.

And they were very, very real.

Scaramouche supposed he didn’t care though, because he was going to meet his bias backstage. It almost felt surreal!

When you and your group wrapped up the song and said goodnight to your adoring fans, you were watchful of your attitude when waving to them.

Fans always liked when you’d act cute; never mind the fact that you were a literal adult, but that’s what this industry called for nowadays.

When you finally walked out of sight from the seats in the stadium, you dropped your smile.

Wiping away your sweat, you finally let your true demeanor shine around your coworkers.

You weren’t necessarily a raging Diva, but it was safe to say that most of your fans would be offended at your crude language and carefree attitude.

The other girls in your group always joked about how you lived a double life.

As you continued to walk further backstage, you didn’t realize there was someone aside from your group with you.

Another fan.

Scaramouche was frozen. You were way prettier up close. Those cameras did not do you justice.

You tried to maintain your fake smile again, but it was very difficult when you were tired and just wanted to crash in your bed. Did you guys even do backstage passes?

Scaramouche greeted you, and you tried to be polite, but that other side of you was definitely starting to peek through in your interactions.

He picked up on it too.

Even though you’re his bias, that doesn’t stop Scaramouche from being disrespectful to just about anyone. 

“What’s with your ugly attitude?”

The rest of the group’s jaw dropped. So did your smile.

“Haha, you’re talking with that bowl cut?”

Now you started to bicker. Your coworkers were too tired to stay back and watch, so they left, leaving you and Scaramouche alone.

“Wow, your company does an amazing job at hiding how much of a bitch you really are!”

“You don’t even try! What, did you get backstage passes like a weirdo to harass me?”

You had never experienced this kind of treatment from a so called fan before. Honestly, you were more intrigued than offended.

This was absolutely not how Scaramouche expected his meeting with you to go. Security started to notice the commotion, and told Scaramouche they would have to escort him out.

Before they could, Scaramouche pulled on his lower eyelid, sticking his tongue out at you.

Now you were truly interested.

You told the security to lay off, scrawled your number on a napkin, and roughly thrust it against his chest.

Scaramouche looked at the napkin, bewildered, as he noticed what the numbers were when it fell into his palm.

He looked up at you, speechless.

“You’re a funny dude. Call me!”

And with that, you proceeded to give him the bird as you sauntered away.

Scaramouche thought that maybe he paid to see a bootleg version of you.

He was never buying tickets off sketchy websites again.

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[tdoong15]

I love your little vivi fic. can you do more little vivi but autistic! little vivi regressing to age 3 with mommy haseul and mama yves please and thank youuu

Heyyy Miu I'm glad you enjoyed my little Vivi fic, and of course I can do this it's really sweet.

Littlend!Vivi, Cg!Haesul, Cg!Yves

Warnings: none

Vivi and Miku

Vivi was in her room, organizing her Hatsune Miku collection, since she recently added to it, when she started to feel like she was in a younger headspace and she had the urge to start playing with her mama and mommy, aka Yves and Haesul, with that in mind Vivi decided to walk over to them with her beloved ‘15th anniversary Hatsune Miku doll in the strawberry version’ in both hands since it was her favorite one and she couldn't be without it unless it was during bedtime, but even then Vivi had the doll placed on the dresser right next to her bed.

Meanwhile with Yves and Haesul, they were busy watching ‘Mean Girls’ in Haesul's room and they didn't notice Vivi enter the room because they were too invested in the movie, until they felt the bed move slightly, which made both Yves and Haesul look down and notice Vivi crawling over to them. “Oh hey Vivi, what do you need?” Haesul questions and Vivi doesn't answer until she is sat in between her mama and mommy since the weight of the two women provided her a sense of comfort.

“I wan’ play with Mama and Mommy!” Vivi says in a cheerful voice as she shows her Miku doll to them. “What should we play then, bud?” Yves asked her little girl, who was now thinking about what she wanted to play. “Hmm… wha’ about somethin’ like celebwities?” Vivi looks up at her mama and mommy for confirmation that they can all play that together. “That's a great idea, bud!” Haesul and Yves say in a cheery tone. They then pause the movie and get off the bed so the trio could head over to Vivi's room, which was thankfully directly across from Haesul's room.

When they reached Vivi's room, Vivi picked out which toys her mommy and mama got to play with because she was very specific on what figures other people are allowed to touch in comparison to the ones that only she can touch. Yves and Haesul were given a deer plushie Vivi called ‘Pya Pya’ and a My Melody figurine. “Let's play now!” Vivi tells her caregivers while she sits down on her blanket since she wasn't fond of the texture of the carpet used on the ground, unless she had something on top of it which thankfully the blanket does that and so do her socks when the blanket is on her bed.

The trio played as celebrities for a while, Yves and Haesul ensured that Vivi was comfortable with stimming around them in fact they encouraged it by stimming with her so she didn't feel like she was the odd one out. “This game is really fun isn't it, bud.” Yves tells Vivi in a soft tone, in response Vivi nods her head and she flapped her hands out of excitement. “Yeah! It's super duper fun, mama!” Vivi had the widest smile on her face which showed how much she enjoyed playing with her caregivers.

Haesul has a brief look at her phone and she looks at the time. “Oh wow it's nearly lunchtime. Vivi, can you stay with mama whilst I make lunch for all of us?” Haesul questions the little while she stands up, preparing to leave. “I'll be with mama, mommy!” Vivi gives a thumbs up to Haesul to ensure that she knows that she will be a good girl by staying with Yves, until lunch is made.

Yves watches as Haesul leaves the room to make lunch and she quickly turns her attention back to Vivi. “So what adventures will Pya Pya and Miku get up to whilst My Melody is on a break, bud?” The question made Vivi think for a couple of seconds before she came up with an idea. “Hmmm… They fight, mama.” Vivi replies with the most innocent and adorable look on her face which made it difficult for Yves to disagree with the idea.

So with that in mind, the tragic fight of Pya Pya and Hatsune Miku began, it was incredibly intense and Vivi even made sound effects whenever Miku hit the deer plushie. The fierce battle continued until Haesul called Vivi's and Yves’ names out to let them know that their lunch was ready. “Well let's get our lunch, bud.” Yves stands up and she holds Vivi's hand to help her up, they then go into the kitchen where Haesul placed their lunches in their respective places on the table.

Haesul made some fried chicken and vegetables since it's something which Vivi loved to eat, she made sure that each component was separated by using a bento box because she didn't want to make Vivi have a meltdown especially since they were having such a great day. Haesul also ensured that the chicken was cut up into small pieces and the sweet potato was mashed up so it was easier for the regressed girl to digest. When Vivi saw her lunch she ran over to the table and began to quickly eat her lunch.

“Woah you really seem to like this, sweetie. But can you please slow down so you won't choke on your food.” Yves politely asks Vivi while she gently moves hair away from Vivi's face. Thankfully, Vivi listens to her mama and she slowed down the rate she was eating her lunch at. After 10 minutes, Vivi finished eating and for the rest of her lunchtime she happily babbled to her mommy about how Hatsune Miku had beaten up Pya Pya because their incredibly famous band had fallen due to My Melody going on break.

Hello I hope everyone has a good day/evening/night wherever you are. Also this is the Miku figure I was talking about

[munamania]

i won’t screenshot the dms bc i don’t feel like opening the latest message but EYE posted on my story abt the tiktok pictured below basically about how i got horny thinking abt someone working through a difficult math problem lol don’t worry abt that anyway sam slides up bc i cut part of it out so as to avoid insta censors and my slight embarrassment lol and was like does that say c*m and i was like well yes and then he was like haha what you’re into math… girl u have to walk w the thought process 😑 which i know you’re incapable of anyway so i vaguely responded like ah yeah what being away from stem for so long will do to u and he responds with like ten messages. including. ‘you gotta do it yourself’ that’s not the point 🙄 ‘you know how i’m terrible at talking to women’ wow really ‘so i realized i can calculate the speed of cum’ ‘bc i have some data’ DID I ASK?????!???!?!!!?!!!!! hello there’s oversharing and then there’s this… does the girl you’re having sex with know you share to this extent. and then he said how he accidentally brought this up to someone irl to be like haha awk whoops and i was like yeah well there r times where perhaps we need to self censor. and then i also get a message that’s like ‘hang on im doing the math’ IM NEVER EVER EVER GONNA BE ATTRACTED TO U I HOPE U KNOW THAT SCREAAMMMMM (and u need to know bc he’s genderfluid. im only using one set of pronouns for clarity on here ok i promise im not a dick. but he thinks he’s like. an exception for lesbians basically… like he doesn’t Count…. and like look im no essentialist im all for like freaky gender sex but also at so many other turns you do take advantage of being seen as a white male so. i don’t. yeah.) he’s kind of like the creepy dude at the edge of the friend group in high school named matt who would constantly harass me and my ex but like tried to be so lowk abt it. and it’s so bad basically. ‘17mph is crazy’ i hope you fall in an intersection sorry i can’t do this anymore 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 so pissed i have to see him tmrw i should be able to watch mmxxl w scully in peace

#like. WHAT possesses a person to say all this #it’s not like i’ve never talked abt sex stuff w sam or friends i mean look at my major and shit we’re watching we’re all adults here #but like HUUUUHHHHH???? on my silly little story about wanting to watch someone do calc or some shit… shut up… #it’s actually insufferable and i need u all to know. it has not always been to #like. this egregiously bad. certainly there are some flags i missed over time even when we first met maybe but he was significantly #more chill last year.. at least as far as i interacted w him. this is like. yeah idk #and just any time we’re together in person now he launches into whatever is on his mind or he’s up to at that moment what happened to hello #how are you etc. not that i can even like stand conversation esp like. dude we haven’t talked since the day we recorded the podcast #assignment which was also egregious. why would you start off like this. hello #abby talks #i hope his other roommate like beats him up or something. wont happen but well #AND more importantly. do i wear a mini skirt tmrw if i’m seeing roommate #we’re supposed to but we were also hoping to hang outside and now it’s gonna rainnnn but we’ll see #i don’t usually go for a cunty little fit on a monday. but i could. AND i get to go to class a half hour late

[vouam]

i feel like i dont see women in this position talked about often on radblr so here goes. feel free to ignore this ask if you dont want to answer it. but i just wanted to say that, damn, its really hard to be a woman in a long term, happy and loving relationship with someone who comes out as a trans woman years into the relationship. i was a die hard tra and now im... not. i have so much guilt all the time and nobody to discuss things with. i never thought in a million years i would be agreeing with 'terfs' and yet here i am. and yet i love my partner and am so happy with them. and yet i also cannot delude myself into believing gender ideology anymore. i feel like no matter what road i take i wont be being true to myself. i dont want to leave but it feels wrong to stay, like i'm tricking them into thinking i believe it when i don't, but i dont want to ignore my own thoughts and feelings and just go along with it either. every time a male pronoun comes into my head when i think of them i feel guilty. guilty of thoughtcrime! the only people they have come out to is their friends/our mutual friends, so i cannot speak to anyone about how i feel. every day i wish i could go to my mom and just tell her how i feel. i wish i could speak to other women about this, especially women in heterosexual relationships. but i cant. my partner doesnt understand how isolating it is when they have lots of friends (incl. trans women friends) to speak to and i have no one in my life who knows except the mutual friends. the few times i've brought it up ive just been met with 'but what would you want to talk to them about' as if idk.. im not supposed to have thoughts or feelings on my long term partner changing so much about themselves? i honestly think much more women would 'peak' if they actually sought out trans communities. going on r/mtf to learn how to support my partner was very... enlightening.

Oh wow, I don’t even know where to start with this one. This sounds like a really difficult and confusing thing to go through so firstly I really hope you’re okay.

You fall in love with people so of course it’s understandable that part of you wants to stay and that you have strong feelings for them. But also it’s important that you can’t keep pretending to be someone you’re not and lie about being accepting of gender ideology. That must be exhausting to keep up that lie, especially when you have no one to talk to about it.

Even regardless of your views, so many people leave their trans-partners despite being trans accepting. It’s confusing to watch someone change drastically, when you fell in love with a version of them that they aim to distance from. And the fact that they are being dismissive of the fact you want to talk to people about it is a red flag.

Obviously I don’t know you, I don’t know your partner or the full details of your situation. But if I were your friend in real life, I would ask you if you could see yourself living like this in the long run. It’s tough because feelings of love get in the way of logic, and people tend to reminisce about their partners old self. But definitely keep your mind focused on the present and future and what is best for you long-term.

Wishing you the best, you can chat here any time, it’s definitely something that should be talked about more on here 🫂💖

[bigswisscheese]

New Jodie interview. Please someone drop the name of her pup.

It's behind a paywall, so if you want to read it, it's below the cut!

It was a gamble that few actresses would have dared to take. After four years making her name as the charismatic psychopath Villanelle in Killing Eve, Jodie Comer rolled the dice — and changed her life.

Having not acted on stage since she was 16, Comer risked her growing reputation to star in a one-woman show in the West End. Prima Facie proved a sensation and transferred to Broadway. And last year the Liverpudlian won the most prestigious theatre awards on both sides of the Pond — an Olivier and a Tony — and, aged 30, entered a new era. The Com-era, perhaps?

Today she is a fully fledged film star, taking her first leading role in The End We Start From — a smart, bold post-apocalyptic indie drama about a mother (Comer) and her baby (not Comer’s baby). The film already has nine nominations for the British Independent Film awards, and Baftas should follow.

Comer is in a car with a lively dog when we talk via Zoom. She is in a black hoodie, with her long blonde hair loosely tied, and seems extraordinarily calm — except when the dog leaps across the screen. Her Zen is worth mentioning because the last time I saw her was when she prowled the stage with fear and fury in Prima Facie, playing a barrister who defends men accused of sexual assault before she is sexually assaulted herself. One woman going full throttle in defence of all women.

“My sleep was all over the place,” Comer says of her stint playing Tessa. “It’s tricky when you do something emotional. You think, ‘OK, it’s not real.’ But there is some part that tricks your body into believing that what you’re saying and feeling is a real experience. It becomes important to take care of yourself. With theatre it’s kinetic. You’re sharing space with 900 people.

“It’s … it’s tough. But clearly something I love putting myself through.” She pauses. “Yeah, I underestimated Prima Facie. Totally. I just didn’t know what to expect.”

It was not her first ordeal either. She’s drawn to gruelling roles, from Ridley Scott’s The Last Duel, in which her character, Marguerite de Carrouges, was the victim of a rape, to Help, the bleak Channel 4 care home Covid drama. There was also Free Guy, a video-games blockbuster with Ryan Reynolds, but when I ask if Comer is tempted to pick something else fun as a break from Prima Facie, she explains that having a laugh is not enough.

“I like to be in a difficult place,” she says. “A place of self-discovery. Where I feel challenged. With Free Guy that part of me that comes away from my work feeling that I had to dig deep was missing … I came away thinking, ‘Wow, I’ve had so much fun.’ And that should be enough. But I like anything that holds a mirror up to this human experience. It’s just what I’m drawn to.”

Which leads us to The End We Start From. The film is directed by Mahalia Belo and takes place in modern-day London, telling the tale of Mother (Comer), whose waters break just as Britain experiences mass flooding. Metaphors à gogo, but the film works superbly as an intimate study of how an individual deals with a global disaster. How can a parent protect a baby as society collapses?

Comer is barely seen on screen without a baby. The crew had to use several because strict rules mean each infant can only work for 20 minutes at a time. (There are agencies that expectant parents use to sign their unborn child up to a film company.)

We all know an actor should never work with children or animals, but a baby is a whole other, wriggly challenge. Comer really does nothing by halves. How hard is it to act with one? “It’s such a lesson,” says Comer, who is not a mother. Did it come naturally? “Oh God, no!”

“The smallest baby was eight weeks,” she explains, smiling softly. “At first my hands were visibly shaking. My younger cousins have grown up now, so I’m not around babies an awful lot. It felt like a huge responsibility. I thought, ‘Wow, they’re so fragile.’ But I became more comfortable, sometimes to my detriment! There are scenes where we needed a baby to cry but I was soothing him instead. The crew would shout ‘Stop!’” She pauses. “I was kind of falling in love with them.”

The film shows the thrill of being a first-time parent much more than the panic. As prep for Prima Facie Comer watched cases at the Old Bailey. What did she do for this? “My best friend had a baby before filming, so I was able to ask personal questions,” Comer says. “I also spent time with midwives — there is a birthing sequence and I wanted to know about the physicality, where you feel pain giving birth. Having not had a child myself, I wanted women to see the truth in what they saw.”

It comes as no surprise that Belo was inspired to direct her first feature film after giving birth during the pandemic. “Your whole body gets taken over by this beautiful thing,” Belo says about being a mother. “Every part of your body is different from then on and it’s not only that — all your relationships are different too. You’ve got this other sound going on, that’s about your children. I wanted to represent that.”

The End We Start From is a film so clearly made by a woman who has young children, you can almost smell the nappies. Post-apocalyptic films usually star a man walking in a desolate landscape alone with his thoughts, and a dog. So it is quietly revolutionary to focus on a woman and her newborn.

“I think so,” Comer says. “What I love is that it’s a woman who is the everyday hero — we always see men with a superhero quality facing this situation. But here it is a woman many will feel they know. She’s not scaling buildings, or jumping over bridges. The story is deep-rooted in her psyche and emotion. It’s refreshing.”

The film also grapples with climate change. “Endless amounts of rain — I can’t see anything out of the window …” Comer says with a sigh as she looks out of the car at a very wet Britain. Belo, who lives in east London, made the film as her neighbourhood in Walthamstow suffered unprecedented flooding. When she consulted flood experts, their conversations were bleak. “Sea levels are rising, rainfall is becoming more extreme. We are an island; things are going to go wrong and we’re not prepared. We know what’s happening.”

For some The End We Start From will just be a stirring story of the lengths that we go to protect our children. Others, though, will locate an edge that is common to so much of Comer’s work. It is another entry on a CV that is trying to make a difference. Does she think that art can actually change anything? “Absolutely,” Comer says. “When I read the scripts they provoked an emotion in me that felt important. I felt engaged and that’s the biggest thing now, isn’t it? To keep people engaged in what you’re saying, and so that you can change things. I witnessed conversations around sexual assault when working on Prima Facie and saw subtle shifts within the law.

“Women and men were telling me what that play had enabled them to do, whether it was to seek counselling or have a conversation with their family. That may seem like a very small change but it is mighty in somebody’s life. You can see what a profound effect watching a piece of art has on somebody. That means a lot to me.”

This desperation to make stuff that really matters is why Comer stands out. She also excels in the 1960s-set The Bikeriders, about gangs and masculinity, out in the summer, alongside Tom Hardy. If you were to put her in a bracket of skill and achievement right now, you could say that she is where Jodie Foster was as she entered her thirties. They share the sass, steeliness and spark that Foster displayed in the controversial courtroom drama The Accused — which deals with the subject of rape — a sort of prototype Prima Facie.

#Jodie Comer #interview #The Times #I know there is an ethical grey area here with reposting behind a pay wall but it's not like it's someone substack or patreon #it's the times

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hii! I've followed this blog for some time now and only recently started having this issue, honestly you seemed the safest to come to. I'm a junior in high school, very into theatre and acting. most people in my troupe are pretty chill, except for this one dude who somehow managed to accomplish having the exact personality of a creepy, distant uncle at age 17. he's taken a very gross liking to me. he refuses to acknowledge personal space when talking to me and somehow always finds a way to be uncomfortably near me at all times. it kinda peaked a few weeks ago when I was looking for a dress in the costume closet and had the door slightly cracked while I was changing. and he just stood outside the door, chatting with another male friend. the only thing is, he claims to be gay which at first convinced me I was safe. until I found out he's only dated tifs in the past and it made me just a little suspicious. I can't really go to anyone about it, just very grateful he's a senior and this will be my last year putting up with his neckbeard, basement-dwelling, body-pillow-humping ass. I'm safe, don't worry, just wanted to share a gross man experience with a fellow gross man hater <3

hey :) sorry if I'm being late, but thank you for writing you this! and wow, I feel really special now haha

and what the hell is this guy? what even is his problem? he is such a disgusting weirdo, appropriating the label of "gay man" and making life more difficult for both women and gay men at the same time.

also, from how you're describing him, do you think that it could be that he looked for the most depressed young girls with the biggest self-esteem issues (i.e. TIFs), because they are easier to manipulate? and why don't you have people that you can go to? that would be important so you can watch out for each other. because if you feel like something's off, there probably is. please trust your gut in these situations.

and if he comes too close again and you are in a safe situation, you really should tell him off. I really mean it. something like "hey, you're coming too close right now. that's kinda weird dude"

from what he sounds like, he's insecure and preys on girls he perceives as self-conscious. I have had my fair share of these guys as well in my teenage years, when I was more insecure. all of the neckbeards came swarming to me like insects to light. it's a certain type of guy that I now recognize so well. it's always these unwashed guys with nasal voices, sparse facial hair and greasy ass strands. from what I guess, that dude sounds exactly like this. make sure he keeps his smelly ass, his stained anime shirts and his velcro sneakers at arm's length from you!

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okay I have been. holding this in for so long

my feelings on Della Duck

okayokay I recognise that I am biased bc of my daddy issues, I am in no way denying that - this is not fact, just 1000% my OWN personal feelings on Della and her character in the reboot

idk how to add the read more I’m so sorry

so basically. I don’t like her. as you could probably tell. BUT I WANT TO SM. SERIOUSLY. LIKE SHE’S SPUNKY, SHE’S HILARIOUS, HER RELATIONSHIP WITH DONALD IS EVERYTHING TO ME

but the way her basically abandoning the triplets is never explored properly, and how she takes over Donald’s role as main caretaker, never addressing the extreme responsibility of taking care of children (even with Scrooge, who is still notoriously difficult to work with) that was dumped on them, even unintentionally

I think her arc could’ve been SO good. women are never allowed to make mistakes and own them in media. like Marinette in MLB being a huge creep never being addressed. or Wanda Maximoff barely getting a slap on the wrist after enslaving an entire town

I don’t think Della is a bad person, as we see she really didn’t mean to leave her family, but like. even if it was a mistake, she still went on that rocket ship. no one bribed or forced her (even if Bradford pushed her towards it, he didn’t hold a gun to her head to step onto the ship) but she still did it, KNOWING SHE HAD EGGS AT HOME.

and if they just ADDRESSED all this shit in the show, and at least had her realise how much damage she caused, even unwittingly, I would’ve been more lenient

her being a bad parent being somewhat explored (barely imho, she just releases a monster and they fight it together and wow we’re fine now) and the expectations Dewey puts on himself to be a badass adventurer, or Huey being pressured to leave his comfort zone, or Louie not connecting with her at all, all these issues could’ve been genuinely good arcs, but they’re all poorly handled in my opinion (except for Dewey, I do like the episode where Della tells him he doesn’t need to be some cool explorer for her to love him, ONLY THAT ONE THO)

don’t even get me started on the time travel shit with Louie. yes he should’ve been punished, but with all the extenuating circumstances, IT SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN DELLA, and it CERTAINLY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN LEAVING HIM IN AN EXPERIMENTAL DEATH TRAP WHILE THEY RUBBED SALT IN THE WOUND BY GOING ON THE ONE ADVENTURE HE WOULD’VE ACTIVELY LIKED

and how all the issues with Donald how they immediately reconciled and (at least onscreen) never talked abt everything (or ANYTHING tbh) and instead just “omg we miss each-other and that makes everything okay yay”

anyways that’s a very condensed version of all my shit on Della Duck.

tldr; she could’ve been so good, if they just put more time into unwrapping her and having her basically redeem herself

if I ignore all of that tho, I can mostly enjoy her in episodes. the mermaid one, absolute comedy gold when she’s doing the tic tac toe thing, made me choke

#xjl thoughts #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #della duck #ducktales della duck #donald duck #ducktales donald duck #ducktales hdl #dt hdl #hdl #huey dewey and louie #scrooge mcduck #ducktales scrooge mcduck #uncle donald #uncle scrooge #anti della duck #goddd praying my lack of any attention of this acc pulls through #legit the only posts that get traction on here are the toh ones and tbh I’d like to keep it that way #not della duck friendly #ducktales 2017 critical #della duck critical #dt17 critical

[anothershadeofpurple]

Yay for a happy ending but wow Mariana really didn’t deserve Ana what was that? Why do that? Ana pining all the time while Mariana barely had any scene telling us that yes, she was in love with Ana at last half as much as Ana was. After all of that Mariana didn’t even had to make any effort to get Ana?

I spent way too long wanting Ana to get over Marina and realize that she is truly bi (not that bs that she is not gay she just loves Mariana 🙄) and finding someone else who can love her the way she deserves. Really Ana and other women not Mariana was some of my favorite parts lol I really wished Ana had a one night stand, she would still be miserable because she was so in love but at least she could have some great sex, and not just pine while Marina had Ferran

I guess the writers in the end are just not that good, s2 was also pretty underwhelming and s3 was I guess better but not as good as s1. And yes I blame the writers I don’t think that Netflix made any changes there. Just one scene with Mariana and Ana talking about their feelings all that went through, Mariana really talking about how heartbroken she was when Ana pushed her away in s1, about that night together scared her so much she couldn’t think, anything about how much she loves Ana would help so much instead it ended making me feel that Ana was so much more in love that made me kinda sad for her.

Ohh btw sorry for the long rant, the show left me all over the place 😆

Oh my God, I hear you Anon, I'm all over the place too. I should be adulting for Christmas, but instead, I want to do meta deep dives on Tumblr. And I am.

Season two did get boring as well because of the dudes, much like this season, but I do feel it all comes down to trying to keep some imagined general audience happy while carving out space to even be able to tell a gay story, not a lack of capacity. (I like giving creators the benefit of the doubt, especially since we did actually get a textual slow-burn love story between two women. Writers may choose to do it themselves to avoid the network mingling in the first place. I don't know.)

Yes, Ana as truly bi or gay would have been less of a cop-out, I'd like to just think she needs more time to come to terms with her sexuality and this is just an in-between state. After all, it's in character for Ana to be methodical about her sexuality and try to control it. "I'm gonna go out, pick a woman, see if I'm into it and then I will know for sure where I fit in." She might as well have started the episode with a PowerPoint presentation in which she explained this plan to Elena. Ana wants control, she wants shortcuts, which doesn't work in cases like this. We had one of her phony bridge club friends say that "She knew she was a lesbian since high school" when Ana introduced Mariana as the other mother of her daughters. Ludwika just shows us there's so much going on with Ana behind her eyes, I feel like she has a very rich backstory for Ana that she is tapping into. Would love to hear her talk about that. And yes, the chemistry with that woman was actually... good? Even with Elena. She's got Momistry with Mariana, but with these other women... it was easy to imagine more interesting exchanges.

I think the setup for Mariana actually loving Ana instead of Ferran is there, but they did a terrible job with the pacing and gave us so much Ferran that it became difficult to believe. There's the conversation with Elena where the acting makes it very clear she doesn't actually love Ferran, but is playing it safe with him... but even so, it was her turn to talk about her feelings to Ana. And it could have been a few sentences, a short scene, it really didn't need much.

I feel if this last episode would have had another passionate kiss, a few words from Mariana and some tears I would be ridiculously happy right now instead of rationalizing that I should be happy and grateful for getting that next step. It's still progress, hopefully it opens doors for the next slowburn. Eventually someone's gonna get it right.

I better finish my lesbian Hallmark script...

#madre solo hay dos s3 spoilers #madre solo hay 2 #madre solo hay dos #mshd #mshd spoilers #daughter from another mother #dfam #spoilers

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reading demon slayer: chapter 10 grammar notes

title: 人攫い沼 (ひとさらいぬま) || kidnapping swamp

official english title: kidnapper's bog

～ごとに – can also be written 毎に. an expression used as a suffix, meaning one by one, each, every, at intervals of. it is used in the narration at the beginning of chapter 10, which says that each and every color of a nichirin sword has its own special characteristic. the full phrase is 「それぞれの色ごとに特性がある」. それぞれ (first appearing in chapter 4) and ごとに have similar meanings, and the inclusion of both of them here helps emphasize the narration’s point that every single sword color is unique. that is why i interpreted the phrase as meaning each and every color, rather than the official english’s each color.

～にくい – may also be written as 悪い or 難い, and in the latter case can be read as がたい. an adjective used as a suffix, meaning difficult to..., hard to.... it comes after the ます-stem (also known as the continuative or ren’youkei form) of a verb. tanjirou uses it while talking to himself about the quirks of the demon slayer uniform. he says that they are very breathable, but it is difficult to get them wet or burn them.

～というか – can also be written as と言うか. an expression meaning or rather, or better, or perhaps I should say, or, how should I put it, I mean. tanjirou uses this expression when thinking to himself after he begins his investigation into the mysterious disappearances of young women. he says that the faint, or rather spotty, smell of a demon remains.

～だと – an exclamation indicating surprise or disbelief at someone else’s words. usually quotes the exact words used. this exclamation shows up in a flashback panel where kazumi (the haggard young man who lost his girlfriend, satoko) is getting berated by presumably the father of his girlfriend. the father says “stop messing around! ‘she disappeared’?! you bastard...” here the father is quoting kazumi, who when questioned about satoko’s whereabouts likely said “she disappeared.”

～かしら – a sentence ending similar to ～かな, meaning I wonder, do you think?, I might, how about. it tends to give off a feminine vibe. tokie (the girl who gets abducted by the demon in this chapter) uses it when thinking to herself before going to sleep. she says i wonder what became of those girls who were kidnapped.

む – an interjection indicating emphasis. the dictionaries i use translate it as wow or whoa. it can also be used to express physical exertion or as a variation of うん, as in yes, yeah, uh-huh. gotouge uses it on the end page when talking about tokie. gotouge says wow, three men have proposed to tokie. it’s because she’s so good at cooking.

#reading demon slayer #ch 010 #grammar notes #日本語 #langblr #japanblr #jpnblr

[helplesslydevoted]

I Heard From The Heavens: Chapter 1

A/N: Hi friends! First of all WOW I’m writing this based off a day dream, on a 6 hour flight at 10pm. So bare with me. I too have fallen head over heels for our hot pilot and decided it was time to come out of my three year long writing hiatus (three years y’all, please be gentle I’m still getting back into the swing of things). This will be a series if y’all like it (I hope you do) and I’m always open to suggestions! Also I’m so sorry about the weird text breaks, once I transferred it over to tumblr I wasn’t able to fix them. Love y’all!

Overview: Anya (could also be a self insert), a young women in her late twenties, carries the weight of the world as she attempts to juggle a social life, her job, and raising her five year old nephew. The pair moves to North Island expecting to start a fresh and quiet life. What Anya doesn’t expect is a certain handsome Lieutenant to waltz into their lives.

Warnings: Language…I think that’s it for this chapter?

A night off. Finally.

A rare occurrence in Anya’s life. Her new life.

Being just shy of 29 and new to North Island (famously known as Fighter Town USA to the locals) going out to bars should be apart of Anya’s weekly agenda. Her girlfriends tried to drag her out as much as possible when she was back home, but juggling a career and a kid and a million stressors that no one should have to carry, she barely ever agreed. She’d hoped to reignite her social life once they had landed somewhere safe and were settled, but being away from all family and support Anya found it more difficult than originally planned.

“Oh my god Anya respectfully SHUT UP.” Her best friend Jules spat at her over the phone earlier that Thursday afternoon, “Just find a sitter online, dress sexy and go get drunk for a night. You deserve it. Danny will be fine”. A deep groan rumbled from Anya’s throat at the demand.

“It’s not that easy and you know it. I already got a sitter for tomorrow night to give myself a breather, but wasn’t planning on being gone for more than an hour or two. I’m rarely away from D and he might freak out. You know how anxious he gets. Plus I know nobody here, what if something bad happens? What if I get kidnapped or jumped?” Jules’ high pitched laugh echoes over the phone followed with deep sarcasm “Hey at least you’ll be setting some kind of action. Maybe your kidnapper will be hot.”

“You’re impossible” Anya managed to say as she tried not to giggle. “Besides, I’m very content with my life right now. Not looking for a relationship every five seconds like some people I know.” Anya could hear the eye roll from the other side of the line” Plus it doesn’t matter anyways. What guy my age wants to date a girl with a kid?” She wondered out loud. “A good one. The right one. You just gotta find him”. There it was. A rare seriousness from Jules Henderson.

A beat, a deep breath and an agreement followed.

“Fine. Just one night, and I’ll finding someone to go with. I’m not dumb enough to go alone.” Cheers were heard from Jules side as Anya hung up. “What the hell did I get myself into with her” She mumbled to herself.

Mentally preparing for the usual Friday buzz at work, Anya took extra time whisking her boy off to school. Daniel was a brilliant kid, always eager to learn and do the best he could. While other kids were screaming or picking their noses, he would stare at the chalkboard in his kindergarten classroom with wide bright blue eyes of wonder. His innocence and caring nature made it even harder on Anya to watch him continue to grow up in a harsh world. She was reminded of that especially as he waddled with excitement into school this warm Friday morning and she took a few moments to sit with her thoughts before buckling up for the hectic day, and setting out with a separate quest to find a buddy to go out with that night.

Working as a teacher made it especially difficult for Anya to find friends her age in the staff. All her coworkers were either in their early or late days. No in between. Greenville High Schools principal was young and could let loose, but Anya decided it was too soon to ask her new boss to go out partying with her. And the 74 year old Mrs.Mill who taught AP English across the hall definitely did not want to set foot in a bar. So the spiteful choir teacher was pulled aside with an invitation during their lunch period.

Miss Emily Connor is the human form of a bubbly personality, Anya decided after their first few run-ins. Her bright smile and 70’s-hippie-style made her approachable, but she would never miss out on a chance to voice her opinion. And boy was it a loud one.

“There’s a bar by the beach called the Hard Deck that I’ve been to a handful of times. Cute little joint. I teach guitar lessons from 5-6:30 but can meet you there at 7.” Emily suggested, and Anya couldn’t help the smile the grew wide. “Sounds perfect. I’ll see ya there”.

That’s how she ended up in her favorite outfit, walking into the beloved bar full of excitement for freedom and anxiety from leaving Danny with a young babysitter and a long list of instructions. It was a wild Friday night full of tourists, locals and men in uniform. Emily bought Anya a drink and about an hour into the two of them chatting about work and students they’re sharing, the air halted as the blasting music from the jukebox came to an abrupt stop. Within moment, a piano across the bar from the ladies came to life and everyone seemed to drop what they were doing to gather around and sing along to an unfamiliar tune. Anya was both amused and confused all at the same time. Had she moved to a town straight out of a musical where everyone somehow knew the words to songs, and got together to sing them? Never the less, Anya reminded herself to relax and enjoyed the scenery.

“Live in the moment darling” Anya’s grandmother used to constantly remind her.

Anya could not see who was causing all the fuss, and as soon as the rest of the patrons joined in the singing, she no longer could hear him either. Not that she cared, she was just there for the ambience. It wasn’t until the piano stopped and the massive roar of applause and cheering calmed down that she was able to catch a glimpse of the maestro. He was tall, light brown hair curly hair that matched a thin mustache laying above his lips, and aviators resting on the arch of his nose. An old fashioned Hawaiian shirt laid on his broad shoulders and his bright smile held Anya’s attention for longer than she’d consider socially acceptable. Normally she wouldn’t consider mustaches attractive but holy shit this was a first.

“Not bad looking huh?” Emily’s voice snapped her back to the present. Anya just smirked and took a sip of her drinking, hoping to change the topic momentarily. “Not bad at all. Why didn’t you tell me the pool of men here is like a pot of gold?” Emily giggled at Anya’s response and the ladies ordered another round as she did her best to avoid continuously glancing at the mystery man. Although she was unsuccessful multiple times.

Confused as to why he was playing pool and drinking with multiple people in pilots uniforms but not wearing one made it even more difficult for Anya to try and silently figure out who this man was. He had removed the aviators which gave her a small glimpse of his facial features that she hadn’t been able to see before, but from across the way in a crowded room it was difficult to make out his details. However, her train of thought and secret investigation were cut short when she went to peek another glance at him and caught him staring at her. And he didn’t look away.

Bradley Bradshaw had met his fair share of beautiful women, especially being a decorated naval pilot, but nothing had prepared him for this. He had simply looked around the room while waiting for his turn in 8-ball but forgot all about the game when he laid eyes on the most beautiful women he had ever seen. It’s like the whole world dimmed around him and the only light left in the bar was on her. Rooster was never one to stare, but for the life of him he couldn’t look away. It was only a matter of seconds before her eyes locked on his, and for the first time in his life, Bradley was absolutely speechless.

Anya’s cheeks became tomato red and she quickly diverted her attention away from the stranger, who she felt like she’d known her whole life. Suddenly, the room was all too small and the atmosphere was way too hot. Feeling like she couldn’t breathe, Anya excused herself from Emilys presence and stepped outside for some air. Roosters eyes never leaving her as she slipped out of the jumping room.

“Dude what the hells wrong” Phoenix’s voice finally pulled him back to his body. “Hangman just hit three holes in a row and you haven’t even moved.” Suddenly uninterested in the game he was so invested in moments before, the pilot quickly pulled himself together and walked away from his friends “Sorry, I’ll be right back guys”. Protests and groans from the group could be heard as he walked away, but Bradley couldn’t care less as he stepped into the warm evening air.

The sun set on the horizon and the only light left were fairy lights strung outside the bar and a few tiki torches the led way to the beach. Anya took a deep breath as she looked out at the ocean and listened to the faint sound of music from the bar mixed with waves crashing on shore.

“It can get pretty overwhelming in there huh?” The unfamiliar voice was startling at first and caused her to whip her head around, only to find the man she had been so infatuated with only minutes before. Anya wasn’t a shy person necessarily, but flirting or even talking to handsome men had ever been her strong suit. “Yeah I guess you could say that.” She simply responded and offered a small smile which caused a pull on the corners of Roosters mouth. “Either you’re new around here or have somehow managed to avoid this joint in our small community.” He said, a bit too quickly hoping to divert her attention from his noticeable blush. “New” she said with a shrug, looking down at her feet.

“I figured. There’s no way a beautiful girl such as yourself could live here and somehow escape my knowledge”. They were both taken aback by Roosters surge of confidence, and Anya couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh. “That was cheesy.” she said through a smile. He chuckled at her response and ran a hand through his hair, “It really was, I’m sorry”.

A few moments of awkward silence passed before it was Anya’s turn to break the chain. “So um, that was some show back there.” She muttered out with hesitation. This earned a laugh from the man in front of her. “Thank you thank you, I find the patrons enjoy it and it tends to lighten the place up a bit. Plus my friends have fun with it.”

“So are you in the navy like your friends?” She asked, pushing.

“I am, yes.” Bradley remembered his manners, finally. “Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, but everyone calls me Rooster”.

“Rooster huh?” Anya smiled and he went weak in the knees.

“Yeah it’s a call sign. We’ve all got ‘em.” He took this opportunity to step forward and offer a hand to shake, but just as Anya opened her mouth to exchange her name a voice called after her.

“Hey your phone keeps going off and I’m about to throw it in the ocean.”

Ah shit, Emily. AH SHIT, Danny.

Anya offered an apologetic smile to the man and met Emily halfway across the patio, grabbing her phone and seeing multiple texts from the sitter saying she needed to get going before curfew. She groaned and turned towards the handsome stranger.

“I’m sorry but I’ve gotta go. It was nice meeting you Bradley.” She said before spinning on her feet towards the bar. “You can call me Rooster ya know.” He called after her. She stopped right before opening the door to the chaos and called over her shoulder “No I don’t think I will.” With that she disappeared into the crowd.

It took his mind a second to catch up before his feet took off, chasing the women who was escaping. Both pushing through the mob of drunk folks dancing along to the juke, it was not an easy breakaway. Payback stopped Rooster halfway through the room, wondering why he’d bailed on them so quickly, but he just sputtered out a quick apology and an “I’ll be right back” before continuing his mission. By the time Rooster had gotten out the front door, she was already climbing into her car across the parking lot.

“Hey, I didn’t even get your name!” She turned to him, the moonlight outlining her features. God she was breathtaking.

With a smile, Anya simply replied “Guess you’ll have to find me again.” And with that, she was gone.

#bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster x reader #rooster x oc #top gun #top gun maverick #miles teller #i love him