#Evan’s middle name is now Alexander

[propheciesanddreams]

As Long As You Love Me

cw: mentions of vomiting non-graphic. mentions of murder non-graphic (idk do we cw for that they are death eaters). referenced abuse (parent to child).

"What did you do this time?" His best friend is standing there in front of him, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face when Barty stumbles into the dorm room late that night.

"Nothing." Barty smirks. With a tilt of his head he adds, "Nothing they didn't already have coming to them." This much is true.

"Who this time?" Evan pinches the bridge of his nose but Barty can see the slight tug of his lips like he's trying not to smile.

"Potter and his crew, what do they call themselves again?"

"Marauders," Regulus pipes up from his bed where he's reading. He doesn't look up or put the book down, he's long since grown tired of Barty's shit. Barty loves him, really.

"Ridiculous name that. Yeah them. Potter was going on about the game Saturday and I may have accidentally vanished all their quidditch equipment into the Lake." Barty shrugged and went over to his bed. He left off the part where they had actively been using the equipment but they really hadn't fallen that far. Besides, Lupin had cast a cushioning charm on the ground in time. The worst that happened was Potter's hair got messed up, which wasn't far off from how it usually looked. "You better beat them on Saturday, Reg." He adds.

"Plan on it." Regulus replies, again without looking up. Barty assumes they're done discussing his activities of the day and starts digging through his trunk for something to snack on; he's mostly out of all the sweets he bought last Hogsmeade trip. He’ll have to get more.

"Got any pepper imps?" He asks the room at large. Evan rolls his eyes at him, which he finds quite rude. He's still standing there with his arms crossed. "Come on Ev, am I in trouble?" He throws his arms around his friend's shoulders because with Barty there is no such thing as personal space. He fully drapes himself over Evan's side looking into his eyes with a pleading look. They're roughly the same height, Evan just a few inches shorter which means Barty is leaning down slightly to meet his gaze.

"You can't afford another detention, your father is alre–"

"My father can go suck dragon eggs." Barty cuts him off and pushes away from Evan, now mirroring him by crossing his own arms and narrowing his eyes. "Besides, I didn't get detention, did I? You know Potter, they'll just retaliate, then we will retaliate, and no one will get in trouble unless somebody tells." He looks pointedly at Evan when he says this last bit.

Evan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, lifting it and combing his hand slowly through so that it falls gently back over his face. He says he needs a haircut but Barty rather likes it like this, floppy and in his eyes.

"Fine." His hands fall to his side in defeat. "Fine, but seriously you need to start being more careful!"

"Yeah, yeah. Are you angry with me?"

"No, you bastard. I'm not angry with you." He sighs again and offers a small smile. Barty surges forward and kisses his cheek.

~~~

"Ev?" He calls into the curtains that are closed around his friend's bed. He's probably asleep, it's gone two in the morning. Barty can't sleep though, his left arm is searing hot and the pain is shooting through his entire body. The Dark Lord makes sure he cannot be ignored. Even though Barty is not expected to respond, since he's still at Hogwarts. Though he has noticed that Regulus' curtains are open and the bed is empty. The bedsheets don't look like he's slept in them at all tonight.

There's no answer from Evan's bed so Barty risks opening the curtains and climbing onto the bed anyway.

"Ev?" He asks again. The bed really isn't big enough for the both of them, now at seventeen they've both grown into themselves and it's much different from seven years ago when they were eleven and all three dormmates could fit on a single bed.

Evan stirs and rolls over to face Barty. His golden hair flops into his eyes as he rubs sleep out of them. For a minute Barty doesn't feel the pain in his arm anymore, his thoughts focus on how beautiful Evan is and how much he wishes to lean forward and kiss him.

"What is it, Barty? What time's it?" Evan slurs out, sleep still dripping heavily around his words. Barty shakes out of his thoughts and remembers why he came here in the first place.

"Ev… I think I've messed up." He admits. He really wishes he didn't feel this way. Regulus was the first of them, at sixteen he followed the Dark Lord without question, returning after the summer with the Mark branded and carrying himself with more confidence than he already had.

Barty had found out and immediately wanted to prove himself. After all, this was exactly the kind of thing his father would hate. The ministry was the entire world to Barty's father and it elated him to think of that world crumbling around the miserable man.

Just last week when they were supposed to be in Hogsmeade, he and Regulus had instead apparated to the Black family home where he had met Lord Voldemort for the first time. He'd been intimidated, scared, and determined all at once. Here was a man of such immense power and Barty was going to prove himself worthy of his time. After, as he watched the ink spread over his arm, he could hardly contain his glee. It was only Regulus standing stoically at his side that had him hiding that excitement.

Now a week later, he's felt the Mark burn three times. Each time he's gone to breakfast the following morning and scoured the Prophet. Three Muggles Dead Inside Their Home in Leeds. and Nottingham Muggleborn Couple Attacked After a Night at the Theatre. and Muggle Law Enforcement in Bristol Issues a Curfew After Last Night's Vicious Murders. At first Barty itched to participate, to cause more trouble than the petty fear he spreads around Hogwarts. It's easy to scare a third year with a few properly aimed hexes, he wants the challenge of actually being out there. He wants to prove himself worthy of the cause.

Tonight, however, he felt the Mark burn and felt sick to his stomach. He'd had an immense visceral reaction and had to rush out of the common room before he was sick all over Regulus' herbology essay (because the swot was still doing schoolwork and maintaining top of class grades as if he weren't already set up for life with his family name and status with Lord Voldemort).

"What is it, Barty?" Evan asked, he'd sat up straighter and his eyes looked clearer, sleep having been blinked away while Barty was lost to his thoughts. His eyebrows knit together in concern but Barty didn't say anything in response, he just looked Evan in the eyes. The other boy must have seen the hurt within them because he reached out and grabbed his left hand to pull him further onto the bed. It was a simple gesture in itself but the cool of his hand caused instant relief up Barty's arm and he sighed in gratitude.

"I think I fucked up." Barty repeated. Without saying anything, Evan guessed at what was happening. Maybe he had seen Barty grasp at his arm the last few times this week, especially that first night when the pain came as a shock and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. Evan carefully rolled Barty’s pyjama sleeve up and revealed the dark ink there, the serpent and the skull entangled together a symbol of the death they will ensure to the muggle loving world the ministry has encouraged.

"When?" Evan asked, his fingers a comforting cool as they skirted over the Mark.

"Last Hogsmeade trip. I don't–I don't know if I can do this." He admits. "Maybe I'm not worthy enough."

“He wouldn’t take a gamble.” Evan said with a reverence Barty had never heard. He hadn’t even realized that Evan had kept up with the cause aside from the small details Regulus had provided them both with over the last year. “Whatever you did, he believes in you.”

“I—I don’t know that I can do this. Not alone.” Barty is so close to crying now. Something about Evan being right there beside him makes him feel safe for the first time in a week.

Evan looks up at him, blue eyes meeting green ones. There’s determination on his face and before he even speaks a shudder of dread overtakes Barty.

“Then I’ll join too.”

When the school year ends a month later, Evan proves himself and receives the Mark as well. That night they hold hands in the dark completely silent; they’re both too afraid to speak their true fears into the air around them.

~~~

“You were brilliant, you were. Can’t believe you took a chunk of the old bastard’s nose with you. Of course you would, because you’re brilliant. No one else like you. No one will ever replace you.”

Barty kneels on the cold earth, completely alone. He pulls his cloak around him tighter against the cold air. His left arm by contrast has been burning hot for thirty minutes now and he knows that if he ignores it any longer he’s going to be in for a world of hurt.

It’s just that Barty simply does not care. Nothing can cause him any more pain than he is already in. How much pain can the Cruciatus curse be after the pain of losing his two best friends? What’s a hex after it feels like his heart has been ripped out still beating to leave him bleeding on the earth below him?

His eyes scan up at the cool stone in front of him, Evan Alexander Rosier, the words etched there barely look real. He’s seen that name so many times in the last ten years. He’s made fun of that middle name. He has curled that ‘R’ around his tongue as he flirted across the breakfast table. He’s called out that name in their most intimate moments, Evan… Evan…Ev…

Now he doesn’t get to say it anymore. Now he’s been taken away because Barty fucked up. Because Barty was supposed to be there. He was supposed to be on that mission except his father, his fucking father had come calling to his flat as soon as the Mark had burned. Evan had excused himself, making it appear as though he wanted to give father and son a moment alone together and apparating from their doorstep he had left for the last time. Barty was supposed to be there to keep Evan safe. He’d fucked up and this time Evan wasn’t around to forgive him.

His wand slipped into his palm as he rose and the spell was past his lips before he was conscious of it. It hit the tree beside him, splintering it in half with a loud crack!

“I fucked up, Ev.” He whispered past tears. “Please forgive me.” Then he disapparated, not even sure where he was headed.

~~~

He lowered his wand and stared into the space before him. Only the trees looked back at him.

He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, all this time, he was free. He was fucking free!

He has the fleeting thought of a promise made years ago in a different lifetime. When they’d felt a very different type of freedom; they’d been doe eyed excited children new to the power magic presented them with, their desires plentiful and their arms clear.

“I’ll make him pay.” Barty had muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth in their dorm.

“What with? A lumos or an alohomora?” Evan teased with a grimace as he pulled a vest on, covering the worst of the marks on his back.

“We won’t always be small. We’re going to learn more magic and we will be bigger than them one day.” Barty replied with determination. He kicked his trunk, regretting it immediately when pain searing up his leg.

“Just drop it, Crouch!” Evan warned. He sat down on his bed with an exhausted expression. At twelve years old, he looked older than he should. Hogwarts could shield him from only so much before he had to go back home.

They were silent then. The only sound was a steady thumping as Barty kept kicking his trunk, lighter this time.

“I’m going to kill him.” Barty declared resolutely after neither had spoken for several long minutes. The toe of his left foot had begun to go numb and he stopped his rhythmic kicks.

“You can’t.”

“Watch me. Just watch me, Ev.” It was one of the first times he had used the nickname. He couldn’t name love for what it was at twelve, nor really had he been able to at seventeen, or at twenty. That’s what it was though, when he stared into those eyes, he felt nothing but love.

“Watch me kill them both. They will pay for thinking they can hurt us.”

He had been so resolute. The certainty with which he had spoken was only that which a twelve year old, unaware of the boundaries of the world, could hold. Now, all these years later, he has done it.

Evan’s father still lives but that’s not an issue, once his Master is back and Barty is free from posing as this ridiculous man, the daily reminder of his one love’s murderer, he will make sure Evan’s father meets the same fate his own just has. Then they can both be free. They can both breathe.

Barty takes the bone he’s transfigured his father’s corpse into and buries it. He buries it deep where no one would even think to find it. Then he paces a few steps behind a tree and vomits.

Still a softie after all these years? Evan teases in his ear. Barty can hear the lightness in his laughter and the warmth of his breath on his neck. He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

“Shove off, Rosier.” He mutters in that gruff voice of the man he’s pretending to be. At this point he’s not even sure he remembers what his own voice sounds like. Of course, he would never forget this voice though. He tries to walk away but Evan is clear behind him, trailing his every step back through the forest towards the castle. Barty burns under those eyes. He longs to actually reach out and touch more than just the night air and his imagination.

Are you quite done with all this pretending? Evan asks, sure and steady, not a waver in his voice. Barty stops walking. The leaves rustle in the trees overhead and he thinks he hears something scurry across the forest floor not far from him.

“Will you forgive me, Ev?” He asks instead. In that moment it’s all that matters. Real or not he needs to know that Evan forgives him, that he still loves him, wherever he is now.

That’s a nice look you’ve got going for you. Evan responds. Barty blinks and he’s gone. He wants to fall to his knees then, wants to wail and scream until something from the forest finds him. Instead he swallows down around a sob threatening to come up and goes to find Potter.

#spin the record #rosekiller #Barty Crouch Jr #Evan Rosier #love writing Barty #I’ll probably post this to ao3 once I can edit it better #thanks Britt and Holli for the challenge! #as long as you love me #sleeping at last #Evan’s middle name is now Alexander #Spotify

[merrock]

INTEREST CHECK & ACTIVITY CHANGES!

Don't worry, we haven't forgotten activity checks! Lindsey and I have been working behind the scenes at ironing out some changes to how we do activity checks, to give you guys a little more leniency while allowing us to stay on top of things with less stress / guilt.

Starting on Monday, May 8th, our activity requirements will be changing. Any account inactive for two weeks will be automatically unfollowed. Accounts that are inactive for one week, display inconsistent activity and/or are not replying to open starters will be warned. Checks will be done twice a month -- once at the beginning/end, and once in the middle. That should give people plenty of time in between and also a little more structure. I will have a more detailed post on this on Monday, as well as adjusting our rules then, so if you have any questions, please ask!

Another thing that we are introducing at this point in time is our 'extended reserve for future use' section, in which players can now reserve one face that they plan on developing a character around. Only one, however! We don't want to encourage face hogging, and if a significant amount of time passes, we will reach out to check and see if you're still moving forward with said character. We know (from our own current experiences!) that it can sometimes take much, much longer than one week to properly research and develop a character, and want to extend that courtesy to our writers.

So! To get everyone on the same page and with a fresh, clean start, we are giving everyone this weekend to contact us and interact with this post. If you are good to go, just like it, we'll cross you off the list and your roles are yours. If you need to drop or swap, or pause anyone, or make any changes, let us know! Happy to help.

PLEASE LIKE THIS POST TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOU'VE READ IT AND WOULD LIKE TO KEEP YOUR ROLES!

Anna -- Sylvia Cuenco-Burke, Reyna Delgadillo, Jayla Hopkins, Alec Jacobs, Wesley James, Corrine Khang, Cathy Pacheco, Esperanza Tamayo.

Bri - Cordelia Browning, Eliza Edelman, Fallon Harris, Spencer Lawrence, Emeline Newman, Marquis Owusu, Vivienne Quinn, Ramsey Salazar.

Chayya -- Marlow Newman.

Emily -- Veila Madison. -- @veilamadison

Erin -- Lara Marie Caruso, Miranda Hartman, Bryan Lawrence, Jamie Mariadaga-Evans, Vincent Matthews, Mekelah Reddy, Joella Suh, Alice Zhao.

Frankie -- Deacon Newman.

Janessa -- Mateo Fuentes, Zoey Lawrence, Chloe Nwokobia, Yesenia Rivera, Elizabeth Stewart, Alexander Stone, Jennifer Suh.

Jen -- Thomas Browning.

Katie -- Owen Anderson, Rafael Bardales, Estelle Carter, Nari Gim, Olivia Hartman, Joshua Lane, Cage Newman, Darrius Powell.

Lindsey -- Aleja Alverez, Chetan Gupta, Greyson McVey, Kellan Newman, Elise Quinn, Trey Wright, Iris Xanthe, Amina Zaidi.

Mags -- Cassidy Miller.

Maria -- Vitus Aydin.

Myr -- Amanda Howard.

Nikki -- September Grant. @sxpt-xmbxr

Steph -- Katherine Evans, Thalia Williams.

MOD NOTE: I will cross names off of this list as they like the post and/or reach out to us. Those on hiatus automatically get a pass for now, and have been exempted. If you have not responded by Friday morning, we will tag you, just to give you a little notice. Unfollows for those who have not interacted with and/or messaged us will be done on Monday.

[gxmedxd]

☆ –– (chris evans ,he/him, cis man) who is harrison reeves anyways? ew. you don’t know about him, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 39 and DnD feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re over-protective and paranoid  because they care, but they’re also giving and loving in the best way. he works to make a little money as A game shop owner. they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of an apartment. Never grow up (b) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

Demographics

Name: Harrison ‘Harry’ Anthony Reeves 

Age: 39

Sex/Gender: cis man

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: Owner of Devil’s Dice Games and professional DM 

Socioeconomic status: Middle-class

Education: Bachelors in Dramatic performance from Tisch NYU 

Physical Appearance

Eye color: blue

Skin color: white

Hair color: light brown

Height: 6’0

Weight: 220 lbs

Body type: muscular

Fitness level: he regularly works out in the gym in his apartment complex

Tattoos: various around his body 

Scars/Birthmarks: N/A

Disabilities: N/A

Background

TW: cancer, mention of spousal death

He's originally from Boston and grew up playing DnD with his two older brothers and fell in love with everything about it. His early life was uneventful besides meeting the woman who would one day become his wife at 12 when she moved from Georgia to his neighborhood. They began dating in High School and got married shortly before entering college at 18. His late wife was a playwright and they had twins, Emma and Ella (WC), who are now in their early 20’s and another child only a few years ago, Alexander, who has just started 1st grade. His wife sadly passed away from Cancer three years ago and he’s been raising them as a single dad ever since

He owns the game shop Devil's Dice Games and often hosts game events there to build a sense of community. He also runs a few games as a DM and hosts a livestream DnD campaign that has been running for the last two years to keep him occupied. He's a huge nerd and you'll always see him in his signature Captain America cosplay at NYC comic con.

#cornelia.intro

[guacam011y]

***SPOILERS FOR WANDAVISION EPISODE 6***

So I’m still processing everything but holy shite that ep was wild...

FIRST THINGS FIRST - WANDA, VISION, BILLY AND PIETRO ALL IN COMIC ACCURATE-ISH COSTUMES AND TOMMY IN A MINI QUICKSILVER COSTUME

PIETRO CALLING BILLY AND TOMMY DEMON SPAWN - GOD DAMMIT, IT’S MEPHISTO ISN’T IT? HOUSE OF M HERE WE COME

HERB ASKING WANDA IF SHE WANTED SOMETHING CHANGED

AGNES ASKING VISION ABOUT THE AVENGERS AND STUFF AND AT FIRST SHE SEEMED GENUINELY FREAKED OUT BUT THEN STARTED LAUGHING MANIACALLY AND I STILL DON’T TRUST HER AND AGNES BEING DRESSED AS A WITCH? AGATHA HARKNESS WAS A WITCH - COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT!

DARCY LOOKING OVER MONICA’S MED SCANS AND TELLING HER HOW THE HEX AFFECTS HER EACH TIME SHE GOES IN - IS SHE DEVELOPING HER POWERS?

PIETRO’S CORPSE - SCARED ME JUST AS MUCH AS VISION’S

MOVIES SHOWING IN THE THEATRE IN THE BACKGROUND - THE INCREDIBLES: A MOVIE BASED AROUND A SUPERHERO FAMILY AND THE PARENT TRAP: A MOVIE ABOUT TWINS WHO MEET AT CAMP AND TRY AND SET THEIR PARENTS UP

DON’T GO PAST ELLIS AVENUE - NOW I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS A CONNECTION OR JUST A COINCIDENCE BUT ELLIS IS THE LAST NAME OF THE PRESIDENT DURING IRON MAN 3

TOMMY HAVING HIS SPEED POWERS AND BILLY HAVING HIS REALITY WARPING/TELEKINETIC POWERS - WELCOME SPEED AND WICCAN

A CALL BACK TO INFINITY WAR WHEN VISION EXITED THE HEX? SLIGHTLY DUSTING AND HE PROBABLY WON’T SURVIVE BEING OUTSIDE OF THE HEX - HE’LL JUST DIE AGAIN 🥲

I STILL DON’T TRUST HAYWARD - HE’S VERY SUS

DARCY BEING TAKEN INTO THE HEX WITH THE OTHER S.W.O.R.D AGENTS - HOPEFULLY WE CAN SEE THE OUTFITS THAT KAT DENNING’S WAS EXCITED ABOUT

I SWEAR THEY BETTER NOT STRAIGHTWASH BILLY AND TOMMY OR I WILL RIOT 😤

***FURTHER UPDATES***

So sit-com wise, it seems they were referencing Malcolm in the Middle as the twins broke the fourth wall and talked to the audience, like Malcolm did

However, the theme song has told the viewer to stop questioning the reality of Westview - which could be a little reference to Mystery Science Theatre 3000? - When Pietro first shows up in the title sequence, along with his name title card, the lyrics say “Though there may be no way of knowing who’s come to play” - Istg, I do not trust Pietro

Vision says to Wanda that he had to wear his Halloween costume because there were no other clothes in his closet, Wanda is trying to move the plot along and forcing Vision to play along

Evan Peters’ ‘Mom’ tattoo is shown, which is a tattoo he actually has in real life ! But could this stand for ‘Multiverse of Madness’ or some other red herring?

Pietro mentions to Wanda that if he had found ‘Shangri-La’ he wouldn’t want to leave either - Shangri-La is a real place on Earth-616 that was founded by a version of Vision

Tommy refers to Pietro’s speed as ‘kickass’ and then Wanda repeats that, saying ‘kickass’ again - Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Evan Peters (both versions of QuickSilver) were in Kick-Ass together

The ad for this episode was freaky af - the character on the beach who starved and decomposed could be a little nod to Indiana Jones, where a Nazi’s face melts in - and it could also be reference to Wanda being all alone and struggling to process her grief. The shark in the ad could also be Nightmare or Mephisto or just someone more powerful than Wanda offering her a new beginning with Vision or trapped her in some way - and is feeding off her magic? The flavour of the yoghurt is strawberry flavoured and strawberry’s are red on the outside and pink-ish on the inside - much like Wanda’s og costume and her magic being red 👀

Pietro and Wanda talk about their Sokovian accents at a point in the episode and how neither have them anymore. Wanda’s, as we know, has disappeared over the course of the MCU movies and Pietro’s just doesn’t exist - another nice little nod to Peter Maximoff from the fox X-Men films? Also, Pietro states that “I’m just trying to do my part, okay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the Rugrats (a 90’s cartoon 👀) and ultimately give you grief.” - in reference to the grief part, could Pietro be killed off again? Stir up trouble with the rugrats, being possible shards of the demon Mephisto’s soul, could this be Mephisto trying to influence them on a deeper level? It’s also many many common sitcom clichès

Pietro talks about how “I got shot like a chump on the street for no reason at all” - nice little nod to how Pietro was killed off unnecessarily and how we as a fandom still talk about how regular bullets shouldn’t have killed him

Herb is dressed as Frankenstein’s monster - Dr. Frankenstein created his monster and soon lost control over him, and he was created using electricity or lightning - much like Vision was created and brought to life by Thor using Mjolnïr to bring lightning down to his incubator thingy majig. Could this also be a reference to either Wanda slowly losing control over Westview or someone else controlling Wanda/controlling the citizens of Westview - we saw in episode 3 that Agnes told Herb to be quiet as it seemed he was about to spill the beans 👀

Vision goes towards Ellis avenue and is at a ‘crossroads’ of sorts - in folklore, crossroads are often used to speak to or summon the devil and are also used when an important character is making a decision that could change everything. He spots some citizens repeating certain actions and/or just standing completely still, could these be npc’s (non playable characters)? And now that the barrier of the Hex has spread, will those citizens now start to move? 👀 Also I know that all stop signs look like it, but the stop sign is also a red hexagon 🛑

Darcy scrolls through Hayward’s computer files and goes past a file called “Project C4-113” - it could reference Avengers Issue #113 in which Wanda and Vision both appear on the cover and she says she’s going to make the world pay for Vision’s death. There’s also another file called “Project M5-247” which could be a nod to Avengers Issue #247, which shows the origin of the Eternals and in the same vein, Scarlet Witch and Vision trying to help Captain Marvel. And when Darcy emails Hayward’s cataract plans, you can see the names of “James Alexander and James Gadd” - James Alexander is a visual effects producer on Wandavision and James Gadd works on post production at Marvel

Also: Agnes pulls as Mrs Hart and repeats the same phrase over and over again

After Wanda blasts Pietro, you can see on a fake grave stone the name of “Janell Sammelman”, Janell is a first assistant director on Wandavision

When Wanda moves Westview to save Vision, she turns S.W.O.R.D and it’s agents into clowns + a circus - I just love that the agents turned into clowns 😂 but there is a nice little plot line in the comics where Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver and Hawkeye join the circus - and this COULD be stretch, but earlier in the episode there is the number #22 which could be Avengers Issue #22, which is the Issue that they join the circus

As soon as Vision was brought back into Westview, he was healed - which means if he was to exit again, he probably wouldn’t survive 😭

The episode title is ‘All-New Halloween Spooktackular!” - which “All-New” is a designation that is often used on covers for comic books. And the first issue of the second The Vision and the Scarlet Witch series takes place on Halloween night - but the events in this comics didn’t influence this episode’s plot

Pietro points out that he has the “XY chromosome” - X for X-Men? Plus there’s the X gene 😂

He mentions “Uncle Peter to the rescue” - Peter is the name of Quicksilver from the Fox X-Men Franchise

Pietro and Tommy quote the movie Top Gun (1986) by saying “I fell the need, the need for speed”

Wanda almost seems hesitant to trust this version of Pietro (rightfully so, in my opinion) and is wary of him being around Tommy and Billy

Pietro says some very Mephisto/Nightmare-like things this episode - “Unleash hell, demon spawn!”, “The kids need a father figure”, “Damnit, if Westview isn’t charming as Hell...” - And if Pietro isn’t Mephisto/Nightmare, it HAS to be Agnes or her other half Ralph and Pietro is probably Ralph tbh...or could Pietro just be a scapegoat and Hayward is Ralph? 👀

The theatre in town, which is playing the Incredibles and The Parent Trap, is called the Coronet. There’s a classic poem called “The Coronet” written by Andrew MARVELL (Marvell, is also the true name of the first incarnation of Captain Marvel in the comics) and is about a guy who knows that the sins of mankind led to the death of Christ. He attempts to create a new crown for Christ’s head in an attempt to atone, but finds that there is sin in the crown as well, as the devil is within the crown and therefore he may achieve glory and success with his new creation 👀

Hayward’s confidential project “Cataract” included experimenting on Vision’s body, as was revealed by Darcy (my wife 💙 and Monica is also my wife 💚 and so is Wanda 💛, I just love women, you know? 😂). A cataract is a cloudy area in the lens of the eye that leads to a decrease in vision - is Hayward trying to weaponise Vision? Or maybe even trying to bring Ultron back? Or do what Tony wanted to do in the first place, and make a suit of armour that’s around the world? Either way, it’s for nefarious purposes

Who is Monica’s guy? Jimmy and Monica are off to meet him - could it be Reed Richards (Mr Fantastic)? Or could it be Victor Von Doom (Dr Doom)? Could it be Hank McCoy (Beast)? Or even Adam Brashear (Blue Marvel)? Or if it is a woman, could it be the Skrull daughter of Talos that Monica befriended at the end of Captain Marvel? Could it be Abigail Brand (A major character in recent S.W.O.R.D comics and an Alpha Flight Member)? Or even Toni Ho (Iron Patriot, and could she be introduced to help lay the ground work for my other queen, Riri Williams/Iron Heart?)? Or could it even be Sue Storm (Invisible Woman)?

In the background of the episode we see a number of children and adults dressed up as many different characters, which includes: Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat, Jason Voorhees, with a sweater striped like Freddy Krueger’s and even a kid that looks dressed in an off-brand Charizard costume 😂 Pokèmon has always been popular, but saw an increase during the 90’s

Pietro and the kids are drinking “Kane Cola” which could be a reference to the 90’s drinks “Jolt Cola” or even “Surge” - it could also, with all the X-Men Easter eggs, be a reference to Garrison Kane, who was a member of Cable’s mercenary team “Six Pack” and is sometimes also known as ‘Weapon X’

The kid that Wanda mentions having a “skin thing” in the orphanage - could that be a reference to her Brotherhood of Evil Mutants co-worker Toad? Or maybe even Mystique? Maybe Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)?

One of the houses has a sign up that says ‘Macabre Mansion’ - another possible reference to House of M?

During a flashback, it’s shown that the twins are playing Dance Dance Revolution, which came out in 1999. Also this might be a stretch, but the boys have a dog plushie in their room the right - which is coloured red and black - could this be a reference to Dogpool? 😂

I love this show 🤣💙

#wandavision #mcu #i cant even #disney plus wandavision #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel comics #paul bettany #Elizabeth Olsen #speed #wiccan #wiccan and speed #hulkling and wiccan #Billy and Tommy #Pietro #pietro maximoff #Peter maximoff #xmen #Evan Peters #Kathryn Hahn #Darcy Lewis #jimmy wu #monica rambeau #speed marvel #wiccan marvel #scarlet witch #quicksilver #wandavision spoilers #wv spoilers

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Princess Part 4

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 3 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: E- smut

____

Miserable

It was the word that best describes Regulus’ current predicament. It had been three weeks since you wanted a break. Three weeks with little contact other than class. You would still talk to him then but that was it. Regulus found himself dying for any bit of attention that you would throw his way. He had never been more lonely in his life! Sure, Regulus had Evan and his other friends but they weren’t you. They weren’t the girl that knew everything about him!

It didn’t help that his parents were pissed at him too. He had received his first howler the week before. Regulus had been used to witnessing Sirius get howlers over the years but the moment the Black family owl dropped one in front of him, Regulus felt his stomach drop.

“Oh shit.”

He muttered before hesitantly picking up the red envelope. Evan, who had been quietly trying to nurse his hangover with a piece of toast, looked up

“You better run for it.”

Regulus was not about to open the letter in front of god and everyone. His dark eyes flickered to you. You were sitting on Emma’s other side and had looked up when the owl dropped the envelope. Regulus muttered what sounded like fuck under his breath before getting up and racing out of the great hall.

He had barely made it out of the room when Walburga Black’s shrill voice began to ring out…

“REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK! I AM FURIOUS WITH YOU! HOW DARE YOU BREAK Y/N’S HEART THE WAY YOU HAVE! SHE IS YOUR FIANCE AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF! IF YOU RUIN THIS ENGAGEMENT TO A DECENT WOMAN WHO YOUR FATHER AND I LOVE DEEPLY YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF THE NEXT DAY! STOP ACTING LIKE YOUR BLOOD TRAITOR OF A BROTHER AND BE THE MAN THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE! “

Regulus stepped back into the great hall red as a tomato before sitting back down. He didn’t dare look in your direction nor anyone else's. He didn’t want to see the expression of pity on Evan’s face or the way Antonin Dolohov and his merry band of misfits were laughing. All Regulus wanted to do at the moment was to find a hole to crawl into and die.

What has this girl done to me? I’m a bloody mess. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. It’s a wonder I can do anything!

Regulus thought angrily as he ran a hand through his sweaty curls. He lay on his back in bed trying to find the will to sleep. All of Regulus felt tense. If he needed any more proof that you were his soulmate, he had it now. His skin felt as though there were ants crawling all over him. He was a sweaty itching mess and nothing that he did could help his situation.

At some point, he had yanked the t-shirt that he was wearing over his head and removed other articles of clothing until he lay nude trying to find air. The dormitory seemed stuffier and hotter than normal. For being in the dungeons, the room was hotter than necessary!

The pain between his legs was worse than the mental anguish. As much as he didn’t want to be dramatic at this particular moment (normally he didn’t mind being dramatic but this night...no), Regulus couldn’t help it. 3 weeks and no sex had left Regulus dying to be inside of you. He needed the physical love that the two of you shared. It didn’t matter how much “extra” time he took in the shower or how many nights he lay in bed with the curtains closed, he couldn’t come.

“You might as well face it. She’s your soulmate. You need Y/n. If you want I can talk to her. It will be awkward as hell for me but you are my best friend and right now your needs are more important.”

Evan had offered earlier that day. Regulus instantly shook his head. He wasn’t about to have his best friend fighting his battles. Evan had done that enough as it was. He had been spending the better part of the last three weeks making Alexander “two names” life hell.

“Reg, you're jacking off more than a 13-year-old. I thought that you were bad then but now I am starting to think otherwise. I bet Y/n is a mess without you too. I caught her staring at you in class today. She was looking at your hands biting her lip. I want to vomit saying this but would you please go sleep with my cousin?”

Regulus shook the thought from his head as he ran his hand over his erection once more. It didn’t matter how many times he touched himself. It wasn’t going to work. Sex was the go-to “coping” mechanism that the two of you had been using since age 14. It wasn’t always a coping mechanism either. The two of you were horny little teenage kids who had the pleasure of being able to touch each other without getting into trouble.

“Fucking hell!”

Regulus gave up. Regulus could only wonder if Evan was right? Were you lying in your bed aching for him as badly as he was for you?

(Meanwhile)

If Regulus only knew how right he was. You sat in your bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. It had been three fucking weeks and you missed Regulus horribly!

You had almost gone to him when Walburga sent the howler. Without speaking to him, you knew how embarrassed your love was. It used to be thrilling to watch Sirius get the howlers when he was still at Hogwarts. Both Regulus and yourself used to love watching Sirius laughing whenever he got a howler. Walburga’s screeching and screaming never seemed to bother Sirius the way it did Regulus.

It had taken all that you had not to go to Regulus after he opened Walburga’s “scream-o-gram” but decided not to. Regulus didn’t look as if he wanted to be consoled anyway. After the way the past three weeks had turned out, Regulus would probably shove you away if you tried to comfort him.

You were better off being miserable alone and regretting your life choices.

Earlier that day you lay with your head on Emma’s lap.

“I’m an idiot. I throw away perfectly good marriage proposals because I can't handle being ignored. I’m such a baby.”

Emma gently patted your head.

“Now darling you didn’t throw away the proposal. Regulus will give you back your ring. You only asked for a break. You didn’t refuse him altogether. This is Regulus that we are talking about. His loyalty to you is too perfect. If it makes you feel better, Evan said Regulus is a mess right now also. Why don’t you two go be a mess together and let him touch you?”

You shivered at the memory of the conversation with Emma earlier. At the moment, you would give anything to have Regulus touch you. You needed him. That was putting things lightly. Never in your life had you wanted Regulus to make love to you so badly!

You were staying wet! All of your clothes felt more confining than ever! That day in potions you found yourself staring at Regulus’ hands aching for him to touch your breasts. You would let him rip the bra right off of you if Regulus had asked. When you accidentally brushed against him and noticed the erection building in Regulus’ trousers you had to “fake a migraine” and leave class early. Your face was blood red when you quickly muttered an apology to Slughorn before gathering up your things and rushing out of the room. You couldn’t even meet Regulus’ concerned gaze or Evan’s scowl.

After that rather unpleasant scene, you had refused to leave your dormitory. Things got even worse around 7 pm when Emma came into the dormitory with a letter from your aunt Druella. To add more bad news to your already unlucky day, you also found out that your father had passed away in Azkaban. You hadn’t seen your father in years. To be honest, he was a total embarrassment. After he was sent away rather than putting up a fight and dying valiantly, no one in the Rosier family wanted much to do with him. He still was, however, your father and now he was dead.

You slowly slipped out of bed and decided to head to the room of requirement. The last thing that you really wanted was to stay in the dormitory a moment longer. At least in the room of requirement you would be able to sit and read a book quietly.

Walking into the common room, you froze the moment that you saw Regulus sitting on the couch facing the fireplace. He quickly stood the moment that he noticed you. You wanted to look away but couldn't. Regulus looked as rough as you felt. His normally neat and put together appearance was sloppy. He stood with his dress shirt untucked and curls an unruly mess.

“Where are you going?”

“Room of requirement.”

You replied before moving to walk around him. Regulus reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“You know the prefects will be out.”

“Then come with me.”

You said, softly. Regulus shrugged and followed you out of the common room. He intertwined his hand with yours. Both of you stopped and looked down at your joined hands. The tingling clearly hit both of you at the same time. Regulus had to fight the urge to pull you into a kiss. He didn’t want to rush into anything too quickly. The last thing that he wanted was for a prefect to catch the two of you wandering the hallways. Regulus could hex whoever it was and feel no guilt in doing that. He would feel no guilt about it. The prefects were the least of his worries. Regulus was more worried about you shoving him away.

The next few minutes consisted of the two of you sneaking through the hallways dodging prefects. Regulus quickly ushered you into the room. You internally sighed as you realized the room of requirement was set up as it always was when the two of you came for a visit. A nice bed sat in the middle of the room waiting for Regulus and yourself to roll around in it.

Regulus, meanwhile, turned back to you after locking the door and putting a few charms on it. The last thing that he wanted was for someone to come in on the both of you.

“Y/n…”

“My father died.”

You said, softly. Regulus returned to his place beside you. Having him be this close to you again was more comforting than anything you had experienced that day.

“I know. I heard.”

Regulus replied, softly. His voice was gentle as he stepped closer.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to be with you...even if you despise me.”

You turned to him quickly.

“I don’t despise you, Reggie.”

Regulus waited a moment longer before pulling you into his arms. You snuggled your face into his shoulder. A hand wrapped around the back of your head to hold you tighter.

“I’m sorry...about everything.”

Regulus said, softly.

“I was a bad fiance. I should have never stayed as busy as I was. You’re not second to me and I don’t want you to be another Narcissa Malfoy either. I want you to be happy because I make you happy. I love you.”

Regulus carefully tilted your head to the side before leaning down to kiss your neck. He ran his full lips across your ivory skin breathing as he went. Regulus’ eyes closed as he breathed you in. Your gardenia perfume filled his senses leaving Regulus a turned-on mess of emotions.

You meanwhile, didn’t move as Regulus snuggled his face into your neck.

“I’m sorry and I love you too.”

Regulus pulled away, leaving you wanting to whine. He quickly stepped behind you and pulled your body against his from behind. His face was snuggled back into your neck as he rocked his hips into you. His erection was digging into your ass.

“It's been a long time.”

You said almost breathlessly. Regulus nodded before taking your hand and guiding it toward the now prominent bulge in his dress pants. You wrapped your hands around his length and tightened your grasp. Regulus groaned quietly. He wasn’t about to admit that he could have come just from the bit of attention.

“Too long.”

Regulus finally choked out. He continued to let you caress and stroke him through his pants until Regulus slowly took your hand away to press back against you. Regulus gently pulled your robe off. He muttered a curse under his breath upon the realization that you were only dressed in your bra and knickers. The white silk dainty fabric was dying to be torn from your body.

“You’re so perfect, princess.”

Regulus cooed before moving his hand under the material of the bra. His hand slithered up your skin until he was able to wrap fully around your breast. Regulus’ fingers caressed your delicate skin before gripping tightly. He squeezed over and over until your nipple became hard under his touch.

“Reggie…”

You whined his name until Regulus let you turn in his arms for a kiss. The kiss quickly escalated as Regulus teased your bottom lip with a playful nibble.

“Wait. Before we get too carried away.”

Regulus said before reaching into his pocket and took out your engagement ring.

“Would you please consider being my wife again?”

You were thrilled as Regulus slid the ring back onto your finger.

“I’ll change…”

He added.

“I’ll stay home more...give you my undivided attention…”

You knew that was a lie even if Regulus meant it. When the dark lord called, he would have to go (and you knew it). Regulus could promise all that he wanted to be with you constantly but wouldn’t be able to. The past three weeks had taught you that having Regulus in your life with absences would be better than not at all. Walburga’s motherly advice of being a comforting place for your husband to escape to made even more sense to you now. Regulus would need you and your loving support. When Regulus was home, you could make all of the bad things that were happening with the war seem better.

“Regulus, don’t make promises that you can’t keep.”

Regulus pulled you into another soft kiss.

“I won’t forget about you again.”

He whispered. You were pleased enough with Regulus’ response.

“You look exhausted.”

You said before reaching up to stroke Regulus’ messy curls. Regulus shrugged.

“I haven’t had my soulmate in three fucking weeks. Nothing compares to you, sweetheart.”

You batted your eyes at Regulus before slowly unbuttoning each of his dress shirt's buttons before moving to his belt. Regulus smirked.

“On your knees.”

His soft tone hardened a bit. You quickly did as you were told and tugged his trousers down his slender hips. Regulus groaned the moment that you took him into your mouth. You fought a smile as you sucked each inch of his length into your mouth. Regulus wrapped a hand through your hair forcing himself deeper down your throat.

“Love, your one hell of a tease. Get on the bed.”

You quickly did as you were told as Regulus ran his hand over his length a few times. For the first time in three weeks, it felt good to touch himself. Sinking to his knees Regulus spread your legs to press open-mouthed kisses to your panty clad core. You gasped as his tongue began to soak your already wet panties with each lick.

Regulus snapped your knickers with one tug. The moment that the cold air hit your now overstimulated clit. Regulus didn’t give you a moment to adjust before his mouth was back on your mound. His tongue slid through your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Regulus, stop your teasing.”

Dark eyes rolled to your face before smiling evilly. Regulus quickly sat upon his knees.

“You’re right. No more teasing. I’m about to make that little twat feel amazing.”

You were thrilled that Regulus knew how to make you come by words alone. There was also the knowledge that only you knew that Regulus actually talked like this.

“Prove it.”

You said, blowing him a kiss. Regulus waited all of two seconds before yanking you to him by your hips. His cock shoved in mercilessly. Both of you moaned at the sudden intrusion. Regulus set a steady rhythm as shook his head to get his long hair out of his face. He bit his lips as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust.

“On top of me.”

Regulus growled before pulling out and leaving you almost crying. You quickly climbed on top of Regulus and sank back down onto his cock. Looking down at your lover’s athletic body heaving below you was enough to make your body tighten around him.

“Princess, that isn’t fair.”

Regulus groaned, pressing his head back into the pillow. He could barely keep one eye open to watch you bounce on his cock.

“I need to come, Reggie.”

You whimpered. His deep penetration had made you come hard and slowly. Regulus grinned as he got to enjoy every bit of movement inside as you squeezed on him.

“Two can play at that game.”

Regulus clenched his eyes closed as he let himself come. You sighed feeling his warmth push into your still soaking core.

“That lasted a whole five minutes.”

Regulus moaned before pulling your down into his arms. You didn’t move off of his body instead, you snuggled against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat of lulling you into a peaceful sleep. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled the duvet over your nude bodies.

“We can always go again.”

You suggested with a yawn. Regulus chuckled and stroked his fingers through your hair and over your cheek.

“I think my princess is tired.”

You shook your head as Regulus rolled you off of him. He manhandled you onto your side before pressing against you from behind. Regulus knew how much that you liked being the little spoon and this was a sure-fire way to get you to sleep. He was thankful that it would be Christmas time soon and that would give you plenty of time to be alone. Regulus would tell his mother to not bother the two of you. This time Walburga would listen to him. Regulus would be, after all, repairing his relationship with the woman that Walburga was so desperate to have as a daughter-in-law.

“Maybe.”

You said, pulling Regulus’ hand to your neck to hold onto him.

“Druella said that they are having a funeral in a few days. Will you come with me?”

Regulus didn’t have to think twice.

“I won’t let you go alone. We can go show mum that we are happy again so she won’t send me a howler again.”

You yawned.

“No more howlers.”

______

@fairywriter-oracle

@amelie-black

@swinginsoulbailiffrascal

@velveteencurls

@realgaytrash

@scarletscross

@sunles

@brokencasbutt67-writer

@authoressskr

@fandom-trash-worth-it

@hankypranky

@summer-novak

@li0nh34rt

@tas898

@marichromatic

@maggioli-m

@shitfaceddaniel

@untoldshortsofthefandoms

@stuckinsaudi1

@emiwrites3reads

@shadows-and-padlocked-hearts

@sprnaturallover

@wontlookaway

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #timothee chalamet as regulus black #evan rosier #marauders au #walburga black #orion black #sirius black #regulus arcturus black #regulus x reader #the rosier family #death eater regulus #druella black #the ancient and noble house of black #slytherin reader #smut series #Princess #Princess update

[ackb]

Last year I participated in the challenge with regard to the number of books (book list below) but not the categories. This year I'm going to do the categories too. There are 35 categories and the challenge is to complete 25 of them. I was on the fence about it, but Gloria Naylor pushed me over. She's my fave.

Here they are:

A vintage Black Feminist or Womanist text (published before 2000)

A contemporary Black Feminist or Womanist text (published between 2000 & now)

LGBTQ author and/or content - fiction

LGBTQ author and/or content - non fiction

A book by a revolutionary, community activist, political organizer, or abolitionist

A book on lifestyle strategy or personal development

A romance or erotic novel

A book that centers relationships between women

A young adult or middle schooler’s novel

An award-winning novel and/or classic

A debut or famous author’s first

Any book by Gloria Naylor

A book that has been adapted to a film or TV series

A book by a Caribbean author

A book by an African author

A book that classifies as Science Fiction, Speculative Fiction, Horror or Fantasy

A book on Spirituality, Religion, Faith or Ritual (fiction or nonfiction)

A book with a name in the title

A book with a one-word title

A graphic novel or series of comic books

A book on grief, death, or the afterlife (fiction or nonfiction)

A memoir or autobiography

A book where characters speak Patois, Creole, Geechee, or AAVE

A collection of poetry, short stories, essays, or prose

A book on health or healing (fiction or nonfiction)

A book with a gorgeous cover

A book on gender or sexuality

A book on Disability or Neurodivergence - fiction or nonfiction

A book of History, Historical Fiction or Slave Narrative

A book about witches, witchcraft, magic, or folklore

A book about death, grief, or the afterlife (fiction or nonfiction)

A book about a rebel, rule breaker, game-changer, trouble maker

A re-read of a personal favorite

A book with a writer or characters you would like to hang out with

A book with more than one point of view.

My 2021 booklist is under the cut

(in the order I read them)

Luster, by Raven Leilani

Sugar, Jewell Parker Rhodes

Homegoing, Yaa Gyasi

The Song and the Silence, by Yvette Johnson

Women of Brewster Place, Gloria Naylor (re-read)

An American Marriage, Tayari Jones

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, Mildred Taylor

Parable of the Sower, Octavia Butler (re-read)

The Vanishing Half, Brit Bennett

The Secret Lives of Church Ladies, Deesha Philyaw

Kindred (Graphic Novel), Octavia Butler

Between Sisters

Concrete Park 1&2 (Graphic Novel), Erika Alexander

The Office of Historical Corrections, Danielle Evans

I'm a Wild Seed, Sharon Lee De La Cruz

Check Please!, Books 1&2, Ngozi Ukazu

Transcendent Kingdom, Yaa Gyasi

Song of the Trees & Mississippi Bridge, Mildred D. Taylor (too small to count separately)

Do you Dream of Terra-Two, Temi Oh

Such a Fun Age, Kiley Reid

Legendborn, Tracy Deonn

My Sister, the Serial Killer, Oyinkan Braithwaite

Amazing Africa, Atinuke

When No One is Watching, Alyssa Cole

Akata Witch, Nnedi Okorafor

Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#2022 Reading Challenge #The Free Black Women's Library #Instagram

[dustedmagazine]

Hans Koch / Paul Lovens — Nephlokokkygia 1992 (ezz-thetics)

Nephlokokkygia 1992 by Hans Koch & Paul Lovens

Rummaging one day through his trove of concert recordings, Paul Lovens came across an unexpected find of tapes from his tour through Bulgaria in 1992 with Swiss reeds player Hans Koch. With some editing and studio polishing, the aural artifacts of this tour now see the light of day as the ezz-thetics CD Nephlokokkygia 1992.

Having previously shared the stage at various times in larger projects, Lovens and Koch were not strangers to each other's playing. But this Bulgarian tour served as their initial foray in a duo formation. Since first taking over the drum chair from Jackie Liebezeit in the late 1960s as part of Alexander Schlippenbach's long-running Globe Unity Orchestra, Lovens has been a permanent fixture and inexhaustibly creative voice on the European free improvisation scene. Though perhaps primarily best known through his work with the Swiss Koch Schütz Studer trio, Hans Koch has performed with many of the leading exponents in the world of free improvisation, including Cecil Taylor, Evan Parker, Fred Frith and Barry Guy.

Still, despite these outwardly contextual similarities Lovens and Koch come from two very different ends of the musical spectrum, with Lovens mainly being a self-taught drummer and Koch having studied classical repertoire at conservatories in Biel and Zürich. Precisely these differences make the Lovens-Koch duo an interesting proposition, if not on paper a baffling one. For at first glance, despite both players' love and dedication to free improvisation, it would seem the middle ground might exceed their grasp. Nephlokokkygia 1992 proves this assumption very wrong.

The CD also provides a glimpse into the world of free improvisation on the cusp of momentous changes in the use of electronics, found sounds and reductionist improvisational strategies, as embodied in the form of self-proclaimed movements like the New London Silence or echtzeitmusik in Berlin. The style of very tactile, expressionistic and dynamically explosive playing found on Nephlokokkygia 1992 would in the course of the 1990s soon be relegated to more of an historical afterthought, as musicians increasingly turned to laminal, if not at times downright static and barely audible, approaches to free improvisation.

But not so on Nephlokokkygia 1992, where Lovens and Koch joyously test the limits of their instruments and approach to form. The four tracks on the CD, each named after the city they were recorded in, follow the chronology of their Bulgarian tour. This allows the listener to hear not only the development of the music within each piece on the CD, but as the overall tour progressed, each concert building on the one before, the initial strategies from the first date at times shattering or coalescing with each successive stop on the tour.

One could argue that Nephlokokkygia 1992 offers a portrait of Lovens and Koch at the proverbial height of their powers, both at the time in their early 40s and each with decades of touring and recording already under their belts. Lovens variously sounds like the percussion section from a Noh theater piece gone slightly awry, someone washing up pots and pans in the kitchen or a fourth-dimensional version of Baby Dodds. One could almost designate Lovens' approach as pointillistic, often concentrating for extended lengths of time on one element of his yard-sale drum set. This could mean bowing a set of crotales, lightly tapping his ride cymbal, pressure-pitching the skin of his snare or interjecting massive bass drum bombs. The jury is still out on Lovens' use of the musical saw, which can sometimes come across as circus sideshow distraction or downright provocation, depending on the musical context or one's disposition.

But where Lovens always shines is in his sense of dynamics and the ability to interject form in the most unlikely of places. He seems to be playing with Koch yet at the same time not bothering to listen all that closely, as if this would defuse the mystery and tension of two contiguous streams of sound happening in the same physical space but in reality belonging to two very different aesthetic and psychological realms. We could sometimes imagine Lovens not caring at all about what he plays, until the realization sneaks up and grabs us from behind, shaking us violently as the music coalesces into yet another direction, another shape and form. It would be no exaggeration to call Lovens' playing something like a force of nature, not just in its strength but in the innately organic flow of his musical gesture.

This all places collaborators in the predicament of how to react — or not react — to Lovens' mercurial presence. To complicate matters, the duo setting leaves virtually nowhere to hide, to step back and take a breather while other members in a larger group constellation could pick up the thread. And in this sense, one would have to grant Koch something like a Medal of Valor for having the tenacity, and humor, to meet Lovens' fleeting nature with something approaching an unblinking eye. To these ends, Koch straddles the field between abstractly sonic playing — implementing extensive overblowing, multiphonics and guttural vocalizations — to an aesthetic more keenly reflecting his conservatory training, speeding through an array of tonal runs, snippets of melody or phrasing that at times evokes jazz or classical music. Koch especially excels in the more extreme nether reaches of his instruments, plumbing the depths of his bass clarinet, or sounding like an oscillator spinning wildly out of control as he tweaks the highest register of his soprano saxophone.

Precisely Lovens' and Koch's two disparate approaches make Nephlokokkygia 1992 a stunning listen. This is music that somehow exists outside conventional notions of musicality, yet hones extraordinarily close to the very essence of what music is all about: the desire to catch a fleeting glimpse of what freedom might mean, if only for the span of an evening's worth of music.

Jason Kahn

#hans koch #paul lovens #Nephlokokkygia 1992 #ezz-thetics #jason kahn #dusted magazine #albumreview #jazz

[we-eternal-rp]

—  ☄  HERMES !  aka.  alexander rhys morgan, 25, (dylan o’brien fc)           is looking for his high school friends (3).

alex only moved to magnetic island when he was 14 so they would have met any time between 14 and 17 and were an inseparable group of friends -- the details of each relationship within the group can be set up between us when we discuss plots. they were basically a group of friends who stuck together all throughout high school and were inseparable -- i have this connection down to 'platonic' but maybe we can discuss some ex flings or relationships in within the group when we get to plotting! in my head they kept in touch, but that can also be discussed for plotting purposes. 

suggested fcs: tyler posey, zendaya, thomas brodie sangster, kaya scodelario, evan mock, savannah lee smith, zion moreno, dylan arnold, avan jogia, UTP

section: platonic(ish)

type of connection: best friends, ex-flings, ex-partner... it can turn into anything tbh 

key connection details.

suggested fcs: UTP, but i would love to see: tyler posey, zendaya, thomas brodie sangster, kaya scodelario, evan mock, savannah lee smith, zion moreno, dylan arnold, avan jogia

disallowed fcs: anyone that would not pass as a 25 year old 

suggested/requested ethnicity: no preference

deity suggestions: no preference

gender preference: no preference

wc name: UTP

wc age: 24, 25, 26

key features: no preference

how long have they known each other?: alex is 25 now, so i would say anywhere between 9-12 years.

where did they meet?: in middle-late high school, either on magnetic island or the mainland high-school, up to our plotting.

they met in school, but i’m open to the idea of them meeting outside of school as well -- just as long as they were all within that same age gap. i would like to think that they would have been their own little 'squad' and that may or may not have carried on to the present day. 

canon details this wc would know about alex: they would know: about the death of his mother and sister a year before he moved, about his obsession with writing and reading, they would have at least watched him go through episodes of depression and deny that anything was wrong with him.

hc’s for this wc: open to discussing when plotting

do you require the applicant to contact you before applying?: preferably yes, but it is not required. contact me @ofalex​ on tumblr. 

#tw: death #tw: parental death #wanted connection! #zendaya fc #kaya scoledario fc #evan mock fc #tw: depression

[soldierallen]

You’re a Tease.

Summary: your costar is henry cavill but you are romantically involved with chris evans and chris gets jealous of the time you have to spend with Henry, Chris storms into an interview.

Warnings: sexual content, teasing, kissing, cursing, and well smut. blowjob.

Y/n and Henry have been filming an action movie for a few months and you’re each other’s love interests, it’s been fun because Henry is the nicest sweetest most lovable guy in the world but she’s with Chris, she’s been with him since a year but never officially became boyfriend and girlfriend which made y/n mad it’s been this long and you still haven’t asked? do I mean nothing to you?,

“so our big scene is coming up” she raised her eyebrows flirtatiously he laughed as he sat in the chair drinking his coffee “he’s not gonna be here...right” Henry gave her concerned eyebrow she nodded her head no “he’s been acting weird lately” she sat next to Henry in the directors chair waiting for everyone to set the scene “a kiss in the rain, sounds romantic.” She said glorifying the moment ahead of them “don’t be nervous” he said sarcastically taking another sip of his coffee with a smile “shut up” she hit his arm, making the pair chuckle she didn’t realize someone was recording them “behind the scenes for later!” The DA says she smiled and waved to the camera and so did henry, this was it their big scene.

“don’t you understand?- we’re stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere because you had a HUNCH! come on jack! didn’t you think the outcome would’ve been bad! We’re alone in this!” she shouted over the rain as they tried to sit under a tree in the Forrest “it’s here I know it is! Don’t give up on me yet! just a little longer” he said shaking her shoulders “maybe I shouldn’t trust you anymore!! I’m done with the lies you never knew where you were going in the first place alexander was going to get the crown before you but no! you! Needed it first” she pushed on his chest angerly, he pulled her in with a bit of force kissing her, the scene calmed as they kissed her body up against the tree as his weight leaned on top of her she pulled away “jack” “I want you” jack says “all of you allison...every single bit of you since the day I met you” he kissed her neck and there clothes coming off-

“CUT” both actors pulled away from each other smiling ��you did good jack” she bopped his nose making henry smile “seems like you enjoyed it” a way too familiar voice appeared around the corner “Chris” she shouted out henry handed her, her shirt he whispered “go” she jogged up whilst pulling over her crewneck “this is why you didn’t want me here?, because you had a kissing scene with henry?” he said annoyed “Chris I asked you to come and you said no I don’t wanna watch you kiss henry” he looked at her confused “you weren’t paying attention to me again, like you always do” she crossed her arms over her chest annoyed that he would accuse her of something like that “you know something I came here to see you, to see the one person I care about and you always have to have a snarky remark or something in the lines of that, don’t come over tonight I’ll do fine without you” and with that chris walked away... “what just happened” she screamed at him while he left she turned around and looked at Henry not knowing what that was about.

The movies finished, it’s been a few months edited. She’s tried talking to Chris and he never answers her calls or texts, he’s completely ghosted her it’s been months...

she smiled for the camera’s as she felt her heart break in her chest knowing he wasn’t here, he didn’t care.. apparently he never did. A hand grabbed hers by quite suprise it was henry of course she smiled at him and they hugged going into the interview, “that kissing scene in the movie is hot and heavy am I right?” the interviewer lady said making them laugh and y/n blushed thinking about their first kiss, her mind instantly taking her back to Chris. “yeah I mean we’re really good friends so it was easy to feel comfortable around each other” henry said “I feel chemistry between the two of you am I wrong? Come on!” she laughed and so did the two actors “we’re really really close friends and even before the movie we was close” she laughed he looked at her while she talked when an interuption came a door opening the three people turned their heads to the doors not sure what was happening “we need to talk now” Chris said as he barged into the room uninvited “you don’t get to do that!” she got up from her chair “I’m sorry please excuse me” she said to the interviewer pushing Chris out the door she closed the door behind her “what the fuck is wrong with you! Seriously that’s so fucking unprofessional” she was dumbfounded she couldn’t believe how much he embarrassed her.

“I love you, and it took me this fucking long to see it and I’m sorry I acted the way I did and I’m sorry I pushed you away...-when I saw you with henry I panicked he could give you everything more than I can” he felt threatened, “I wanna make things right I wanna be with the you I don’t wanna envy your costars I want you forever”

“You love me?” Her eyes teared and he pulled her in hugging her “that’s all you got from that” he smiled smelling her perfume for the first time in months, touching her hair feeling her “I love you to evans.” Her eyes twinkled “what I did was stupid and I shouldn’t of barged in-“ she kissed him a real kiss not a movie kiss however a real one for the person she loved. She loved Chris “be with me be my girlfriend with me” he gave her millions of kisses on her neck and her cheeks making her giggle and so did Chris “I should’ve never pushed you away that was me being an idiot.”

“I’ll be your girlfriend under one condition” he nods his head “you name it” his hands on her lower back holding her “you let me get back to my interview and I take control tonight” he smirked at her “yes ma’m” he let her go smacking her ass

she went back in the interview “you okay” henry mouths as the interviewer and crew are stepped away from the two she nodded “we’re good...” she sat down next to Henry “I’m really sorry” she apologized to everyone having to deal with a matter “it’s fine we can take it from where we left off” they both nodded.

when she got to Chris’s place she knocked on the door, he opened kissing her sweetly “I wanna show you something” she was confused he grabbed her hand leading her in and took her into the bedroom, he lit candles and had red roses scattered on the bed “chris” she said leaning into his arm “my apology for.. the last few months. Life without you was not worth it” she gave him a sad pout he kissed her lips his hand on her neck she slightly pulled away “on the bed” she ordered his looks were lustful, he sat on the bed she straddle him he went backwards a little bit making her laugh he tried unbuttoning her blouse she pulled his hands off “very handsy I see, not today” she lifted his arms pulling off his tight white t shirt showing his incredible body filled with tattoos she kissed his chest all the way down to his buttoned jeans she open the button with her hands pulling the zipper down her shoes came off, she unzipped her pants not taking them off “you tease” he said his breath hitching watching her she pushed her hands up against his cock “you’re already semi hard” she laughed “god I missed you” he moaned as he tugged on the sheets, his pants were fully off just in his black boxer briefs, she sat there teasing him through his underwear “fuck” he soft moaned she straddled him again pulling her blouse off “this is what you get for leaving me”

she stood up and pulled her pants down her bra and underwear still intact her mouth coming so close to his underwear only to go up his stomach he was smirking loving it, however he was upset, the teasing was making him nervous.. she pulled down his underwear finally let him hang free his cock hitting his stomach he was so thick she loved it “umm” she moans getting closer to cock he tried to move his hands to feel her and she pushed them away “no” she said straddling again she teased him rubbing herself on his uncovered cock, he bit his lip loving the feeling “I missed you” he moans, she moans too with a yes coming out “I wanna be inside you” he says she comes down to his ear whispering “I wanna feel you inside me” she whispered in his ear his eyes rolling in his head ready to feel her again, his hands tried to reach around to touch her ass she stopped him again “if you try it one more time, I’m getting off and making you watch” he nodded his head putting his hands back to the side she kissed him “I love you” she said, he smiled kissing her “I love you more” and with that she slid down her underwear climbing in his naked body, she slowly teased herself with his cock riding him not inserting it, god was he amazing his eyes were like stars watching her, he bit his lip to stop the moaning that he so badly to do. finally she lets herself push him in, sounds of moans coming from both of them loving the feeling so desperately “can I hold you” he asks she nods yes he finally puts his hands on her hips as she rides him slowly “fuck” soft moans leave his lips that turned her on even more hearing him be so vocal he tried to quicken her motions and she stopped him “you’re a very very bad boy” she said kissing his neck he kissed her neck her hands on his chest as she was straddled against him “you’re a goddess” the words left his mouth so swiftly she lifted herself “just for that you get to be on top” she smirked standing up so did he, she took her hand and stroked his cock a few times he pushed into her hand she let go seeing an evil look at his face “you’re gonna pay for that” he said with a smirk an evil evil smirk, they fixed their positions and he teased her hole only the tip of his cock entering she went crazy she laughed as he teased her finally he entered quickened his pace she was moaning like a pornstar at this point he rubbed her clit as he went in deeper and deeper every time hitting her in the right spot “fuck chris” her moans got louder he hummed with lust in his throat feeling her get tighter “you wanna cum?” “Come on baby” he moaned “yeah I wanna cum” she said “are you sure” he kissed her lips “yes yes” she moans through the kisses he quickens his pace “right there don’t stop” she screams

and she came, so hard she felt her whole body shake, she hasn’t came like that in months...he stopped watching her cum underneath him it egged him on he was getting closer she pulled him out as she got up he stood on his knees on the bed she got down sucking his cock she hummed for him to feel the viberations in her throat he pushed himself further in her throat feeling her gag on him he pulled out “you wanna cum in my throat” she asked looking up at him he nodded “yes princess” he kissed her lips she sucked until he came down her throat “fuck fuck” he screamed his moans loud, she smiled at him as he reached down and kissed her again “I’m sorry” he said “it’s okay” she knew it was still about what happened before they laid down next to each other and he got up getting her a towel wiping her down she smiled at him “you’re amazing” he kissed her again “and you’re such a tease” he laughed and so did she

#chris evans #Chris evans reader #Chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #smut #imagine #Chris #evans #Henry cavill

[coochiequeens]

Second Lieutenant Elizabeth Ann Jones’ mother had recently mailed a wedding dress to her in Vietnam. Jones, whom a neighbor told the Associated Press had a “zest for life,” was planning to marry a man she had met after arriving months earlier to serve as an Army nurse. But on Feb. 18, 1966, Jones and her fiancé were both killed in a helicopter crash near Saigon. Her colleague, Second Lieutenant Carol Ann Drazba, also perished. The two women, both 22, were the first American female service members to lose their lives in the Vietnam War.

Over the course of that conflict, eight American women service members lost their lives. But, even as Americans pause on Memorial Day to remember those who have been killed in combat, the sacrifices of women service members have often been obscured. They may be fewer in number than their male counterparts, but what they faced in Vietnam was no less serious.

“We were definitely in combat zones. We were rocketed and we were mortared, and we were injured, and some died,” says Diane Carlson Evans, founder of the Vietnam Women’s Memorial. (Her story will be featured in a tribute concertthis Sunday on PBS). Evans spent years fighting for an additional statue on the National Mall to honor the women who served in that conflict; it now stands as a reminder that “women, too, have sacrificed and contributed.”

Jones and Drazba, like the rest of the estimated 11,000 women who served in the American military in Vietnam, did not have to be there. But even though women were not conscripted, many felt compelled to help those who were fighting and suffering injuries. On paper, their roles kept them away from the front lines, but Vietnam was a war without clear distinctions on where that zone was. Increased utilization of helicopter transport meant the wounded made it to an operating room sooner, but close proximity also put nurses within range of hostile fire.

In the early morning hours of June 8, 1969, an enemy attack claimed the life of First Lieutenant Sharon Lane, 25, at her hospital in Chu Lai. Jane Carson, a retired colonel who was then head nurse of Lane’s ward, was getting ready for work when the rocket hit the center of their ward. Shrapnel hit Lane, killing her instantly.

“Everybody was in a state of shock that we had lost somebody right in the middle of our hospital compound and couldn’t save them,” says Carson.

Before her death, Lane had asked to remain in the Vietnamese ward, where both civilians and POWs were treated. “She was a very kind, gentle person, and she had a lot of empathy,” Carson recalls. A foundation named after Lane built a clinic near Chui Lai in tribute.

Reflecting on her own decision, Carson does not regret going—but says, “I had no idea, none of us did, what we were getting into.”

Even so, Second Lieutenant Pamela Donovan, 26, was determined to get to Vietnam. She had become the only member of her Irish immigrant family to obtain U.S. citizenship, enabling her to serve in the Army. Her father later told the Boston Globe that she was “very touched by what she saw happening in Vietnam on the news and was not at all frightened to go there.” Shortly after she arrived, an illness claimed her life on July 8, 1968.

Captain Eleanor Alexander, 27, joined the Army after assurances that they would send her to Vietnam. But once there, she was restless working in the relative calm of a Qui Nhon hospital and sought a temporary transfer to Pleiku to be near the fierce fighting of the Battle of Dak To. Alexander wrote to her family that “for the past three days I’ve been running on about four hours sleep…I love it.”

Her letters, which were later excerpted for a newspaper article in her home state of New Jersey, took on a more serious tone as the days wore on. “Don’t worry if you don’t hear anything from me too often,” she wrote on Nov. 24, 1967. “It’s going to be a trying time up here.”

Six days later, Alexander and Hedwig Diane Orlowski, a 23-year-old Army first lieutenant, were killed when their plane crashed into a mountainside on their return flight.

The telegram Orlowski’s parents received erroneously notified them of their son’s death, something Evans says deeply upset the family. Orlowski’s friend Penny Kettlewell, who spent late nights talking with Orlowski about their patients, told the New York Times she tried to hold a remembrance for Orlowski, but her efforts were brushed aside by her supervisor. “She said women don’t die in Vietnam,” Kettlewell told the Times in 1993.

For most of the women who disproved that statement, Vietnam was their first wartime assignment, but Lieutenant Colonel Annie Ruth Graham, highest-ranking among them, was a seasoned veteran who had served during World War II and the Korea War. She was planning to retire after more than two decades of service, much of it spent far away from her large, close-knit family in North Carolina. On her final assignment, Graham suffered a stroke and later died at the age of 51 in August of 1968.

In a sad coda to the war, Operation Babylift began to evacuate hundreds of South Vietnamese children in the spring of 1975, before the fall of Saigon. Among those on board an overcrowded cargo plane that crashed into a rice paddy shortly after takeoff on April 4, was Captain Mary Therese Klinker, 27, of the Air Force. A posthumous citation says she tended to a passenger with a decompression injury before the impact that took her life.

Their purpose in going to Vietnam was to heal, but nurses also had to cope with the losses they could not prevent. Evans vividly remembers one mortally wounded man, heavily bandaged and unable to speak, who squeezed her hand to indicate he that could hear her. Evans sat with and comforted him until he passed away. Young nurses cared for young soldiers—and the perils of the war did not discriminate between them.

The decision to be placed in harm’s way, made by each of these eight women who did not come home, meant that others could. In a testament to Carol Ann Drazba’s care, Johnny Williams, whom she treated after an ambush left him severely injured, sent flowers to her mother every year until he passed away.

Their names are etched among the more than 58,000 names on the Vietnam Memorial Wall in Washington, D.C. As Evans says of the women who served, “if it wasn’t for us, that wall would be much higher and much wider.”

#Women in War #Memorial Day #Vietnam war

[valkyriesryde]

Release the Hounds {3/?}

Chapter Three: Nothing More to Say

Pairing: Persephone!Steve x Hades!Reader

Chapter Summary: An unwelcome visitor is dropped on the front steps of the Underworld. 

Word count: 1459

A/N: Are we starting to have some theories about what's going on or do we just have more questions? Cats out of the bag with who the judges are and I must say, I do love them so. Also it’s the time you’ve all been waiting for!!!

Series Masterlist ~ Masterlist

~~~~~~~

There’s something calming about listening to other people’s stories. Something inspiring about the adventures other people have been on. Most days it made her happy. Lying in Asphodel meadow and letting the souls swim around her as they whispered their stories in her ears. It was like listening to rain in the middle of the night.

“Did you read the letter?” Though the peace never lasts long. Aeacus stood over her queen like an old friend, well that is what they were. Her focus on the souls around her instead of the god lying amongst them.

Minos may be her oldest friend but Aeacus and Hades had an understanding like no other and it was because of days like this. Days where Hades lay in the field and helped Aeacus tend to the land and the souls. She never took over, merely helped where was needed. People often got that wrong about Hades and the workings of the Underworld. She was god of the dead, she ruled over them, she delegated duties and overlooked practices. She rarely got her hands dirty.

“I did, and replied. I’ve no business with the council, we’ve been over this Wanda.” She didn’t want to discuss it, the idea that she would be allowed on the council again is beyond belief to Hades, she didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to have any hope that maybe she would be welcomed back to her family.

“You’re not even going to consider-”

“No. I’m not.” She stood and felt the years of rejection and rage seep through her body. Before she could let it boil over though the two heard their names being called as the figure sprint over the hills towards them. Rhadamanthus slid to a stop in front of them as he gulped down his nerves.

“Pietro?” Wanda and Hades asked at the same time as he came to an easy stop before them.

“Charon, he brought someone down the river to your door.” Before he even finished speaking the judge was starting to make his way back up the wall to the large home that overlooked the valley. The two women followed him over the hill, hot on his heels and confusion clear on their faces.

“That’s his job Pietro?” Wanda commented but it came out more as a question, he spun around and walked backwards, his eyes on Hades.

“Not to the gates, he dropped him on your doorstep.”

~~~~~~~~

As the trio walked into the foyer of the queen’s home the air was different. She noticed it immediately, like fresh rain or pollen sitting in the air. It was like she was in the middle of a freshly blooming field of wildflowers it was mixed though, the smell of wildflowers mixed with blood and dust but it wasn’t her and it wasn’t the Underworld.

“God of Spring.”

Steve sat hunched over by her desk as Hades stood in the doorway of the office. Minos was grumbling to himself in front of Steve, something about how “of course it’s you, you just don’t give up do you? Stupid gods give me nothing but headaches.”

“Look what Cerberus dragged in,” Pietro smirked and she could feel his anger next to her. Steve didn’t say anything, he was too beaten and cut up to be able to speak, too busy hissing at the ointment that was being dabbed on his skin by Wanda now.

“Sam take the shoes away from him. He clearly doesn’t know how to use them,” she rolled her eyes and Steve tried to ignore the aching in his bones from crashing onto the port before so he could focus on her. He’d never seen the God of the Dead before and he was enamoured by the presence she held. The power she possessed, and the inkling that that wasn’t all there was. His mother was wrong, she wasn’t the devil. “Finish patching him up then give him back to Charon, he’s not welcome here.”

“Don’t you want to hear what he has to say?” Wanda asked and Sam and Pietro both groaned and rolled their eyes.

“This is your fault Wanda! If you hadn’t given him hope by taking the stupid letter he wouldn’t be here right now!” Sam started berating Wanda with Steve sat in the middle but his attention was still locked on Hades as she clicked her tongue and gave the judges a smirk.

“So you all knew about the letter.” She raised an eyebrow and stepped further into the room, her arms falling to her side as they moved with her cloak, Steve had the urge to paint her.

“We didn’t know it’s contents.” Pietro piped up and Wanda sent him a glare, “well we had an inkling.”

“And we told him we wouldn’t give it to you.” Sam continued to glare at Wanda, it was like they were holding each other at gunpoint, but  

“Yes well, not all of you agreed to that did you.” She felt like a mother having caught all three of her children with their hands in the cookie jar as they passed the blame around.

“Y/N I’m sorry but you should listen to what he has to say.” Wanda pleaded, her hands resting on Steve’s shoulders as he still sat there quietly. Maybe this was a bad idea, not to come here but to think she would want to be on the council, to think she would even want him to fight for her.

“I already know what he has to say.”

“And?” Sam asked needing to know he wasn’t in the wrong to think this was ridiculous. They didn’t want them in Olympus, that hadn’t changed since long before Alexander the Great, why did Wanda or Steve or anyone expect it to change all of a sudden.

“And I’m not interested,” she snapped but her comment wasn’t to Sam but Steve and for a moment he was afraid of what she would possibly do to him, throw him in Tartarus probably. “You were told you weren’t welcome here.” Her voice was harsh and Steve felt his blood run cold in his veins. This was the Hades the gods and nymphs on Olympus feared. The one who took no prisoners and welcomed no gods into her domain.

Then he caught a glimpse of a pattern on her cloak, the golden vine that barely twisted around her gold crown. His cuts were healing, his bruises disappearing as he started to feel himself again after his fall. He remembered why this was so important to him, even just for a second.

“If I may Ha-” He pulled himself up from the chair, his hand on her desk and he thought for a second her eyes turned black.

“She said you’re not welcome in the Underworld.” Pietro’s arms were crossed as he took another step next to Wanda and Steve was surrounded. Steve knew they were siblings, younger than Sam who had been by her side since the ten year war but they were still older than him.

“That’s enough Pietro. Sam, thank you for helping him but you know the rules. The Underworld is no place for an Olympian god.” Her cloak flowed around her as she turned to walk out.

“But Y/N-” Her movement halted, Wanda gave Steve a sorry look. She’d tried to help he knew that, but Y/N’s mind was made up. He said the name again in his head over and over, it whispered like a secret that no one knew. No one outside of the Underworld knew her like this, as she is now, these weren’t her subjects, they knew her as a friend like he and Bucky knew each other. Her own name, not one given to her.

“Not now Wanda. Clean him up and take him back to the gates, Thanatos will take him home from there.”

“Thanatos!?” Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the lesser god, Demeter had told him horror stories of Thanatos when he was a child and he was sure she was sending him to his death.

“Yes, god of death, one of my sons, have you heard of him Persephone?”

“It’s Steve.” Hades’ lips twitched as her judges’ eyes widened at Steve correcting her. No Olympian corrected Hades, they were already shocked at his mere presence in the Underworld, that he wasn’t a pile of ash in front of them yet.

“Steve.” She turns to Sam and they share a knowing look before he leaves the room. Then to Wanda and it's as if the Queen of the Underworld and her judges have an unspoken language between them as Steve watches Wanda swallow and divert her eyes down. “Take the God of Spring to Thanatos.”

~~~~~~~

Chapter Four: Seek the Truth

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

Permanent Taglist [26/50]: @witch-of-letters​ @buckysmischief​ @momobaby227​ @marvelsangels​@weirdlyokaywithit​ @disgustangg​ @bucky-blogs​ @sebbbystaaan​ @geeksareunique​ @stuckonjbbarnes​ @ellieisgae​@mushyjellybeans​ @lovesmesomehiddles​ @this-kitten-is-smitten​ @itsunclebucky​ @kitkatd7​ @lokisironthrone​@supraveng​ @thinkoutsidethebex​ @binkysteebnpewter​​ @disaffectedbarnes​​ @agent-barnes40​​ @sandyclaws​​ @starkerhowlter​​ @fckdeusername​​ @murdermornings​​ @thefridgeismybestie​​ 

Release the Hounds Taglist [20/50]: @little-dark-empress​​ @matsumama​​ @anasteas​​ @anjali750​​ @brastrangled​​ @moonchild-stark​​ @kaithezaftig​​ @fafulous​​ @sucker-for-my-fandoms​​ @truly-insatiable​​ @nerdamongnerds​​ @henderwhore4life​​ @the-girl-of-many-fandoms1414​​ @brooklyn-1918​​ @elsasshole​​ @powerful-vixen​​ @dramaqueenarg​​ @princess-evans-addict​​ @lexy9716​​ @megzdoodle​​ @majorcurious007​​

#release the hounds #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #persephone!steve rogers x hades!reader #greek myth au #marvel au #marvel fanfition #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers imagine

[torishasupremacy]

going through my middle/high school notes on my phone

here are some atrocities I found:

song lyrics i wrote that i cant tell whether they’re terrible and dumb or actually kind of slap 

a billion links to h*milton fanfics that i immediately deleted (and then proceeded to throw up)

“spanish hip hop version of beauty and the best” with absolutely no context

oh god oh fuck now its a bunch of links to h*milton animatics i crave death 

and now we’ve moved on to the dear evan hansen animatics. less cringe but i still wanna punch 14 y/o me in the face

okayyyy a bunch of otp prompts. sure.

“Self-doubt is your worst enemy. Do not fall victim to the illusion of fear.” - Kayla Robinson

acne treatments because i was super insecure ab my skin. dont worry honey it gets better and by better i mean your skin still sucks but you aren’t super depressed ab it anymore

why did i write down the twitter bios for h*milton actors. why.

a list of overwatch characters back when there were only like 20

like 3 separately written lists of be more chill songs?? who are these for??

a prediction for the end of the heroes of olympus series. it didn’t happen.

a massive list of sexuality and ship hcs for characters from 6 different musicals that i apparently spent 30 minutes on

be more chill character names but in morse code?? 

“why determinate when you could just terminate? kill everyone.”

the following but in spanish: “My notebook is over here. For the first time, she is happy. Apparently the apple is red. At last, she finishes her homework. The book is good for now.”

a paragraph about why i liked be more chill that started talking about how i met one of my best friends after we realized his computer wallpaper was a scene from the show and my wallpaper was fan art of that scene, which id completely forgotten about. he ended up being a fake/toxic friend, so go figure.

“Greek mytholoPHI” horrible pun 0/10

a recipe for dijon mustard?????

“first of all, frankenstein is a stylish motherfucker” again, with absolutely ZERO context, that’s the whole note

this fucking poem: “Eyes they see. Lids they blink. Asa’s a Twink.”

a poem that is actually good and about how i was in love with my best friend but too scared to ask him out. really hits different now considering he was awful behind my back rip :)

(also we both presented as female lesbians at the time but he transitioned which is why im using he/him pronouns)

 disturbingly long and thought out sanders sides fanfiction ideas. they have all now been deleted

screenshots of this conversation:

matt: cognitive behavioral therapy explain this

kate: no bitch

matt: my mom is calling your mom RIGHT NOW

kate: UR MOOOOOMMM

matt: yeah well you smell

lola: u smell

lola: like warm beet chunks

zach: ew

matt: :(

lola: u smell like borscheeeee

me: im calling the police on everyone

kate: I like humUUSSSSS

amy: beets make me feel rustic 

matt: I cant go back to jail

mmmm now we’ve moved onto poetry AFTER he broke my heart. fun.

lmao one note titled “cast of characters” and all it says below is “...”

a really bad idea for a movie about a lesbian thespian youtuber that’s immediately followed by research on homosexuality during the holocaust

the following dreams:

“I was playing overwatch in a building in the city until half past midnight. I had to drive home and I was really bad at driving because I had to press a button to stop and I would forget to press the button until the last moment and almost crash into the car ahead of me. Then I went into the freeway above the sea and I was freaking out because it was the opposite direction from home so I did a u turn but I ended up on a ferry and I panicked and drove the car into the ocean”

“I was keeping my friend’s gecko alexander in the console of the car and mom built a picture frame terrarium to keep him in”

“I had adopted four peacock pigeon hybrids and they kept jumping in the pool. I was going to name them chad, taylor, ryan, and sharpay but dad told me to think about it and then I was debating whether to name them after the sanders sides or not”

the only decipherable part of the next note is this:

“I know him... he’s the worst kind of evil.” “What’s that?” “Little brothers”

tips for playing moira in overwatch

“12 animatronics 14 shark pool 17 accused of accusing friend of incest but actually neo betrayed will mike blanket” what does this MEAN???

a list of wacky improv characters we had on one scene: 

Nun having fun 

College dropout

Kleptomaniac teenager 

Horny teenager

Creepy uncle

I have no memory of this scene except my aro ace friend had to play the horny teenager so he kept yelling I WANT TO BONE

the entire be more chill script. like the entire thing. what the actual fuck.

my southern relatives called a storm a “frog strangler of rain” and I wrote that down

a link to the asexual manifesto

different south east asian currencies and exchange rates

quote from my classmate who was literally harold from total drama but more political: “What I’m asking is that if I had infinite helium balloons how many would I need to lift my body- not to float infinitely- but enough to plausibly kill me?”

an essay about populism

a description of a woman in my dreams. her name was millie but she made it clear her name was NOT millie bobby brown. she was bisexual and wore a shiny peacock blue leather jacket with a blue tank top and jeans. she had straight hair that was a mix of blonde and brown that was cut into a choppy bob. she and her pet tiger were living in a trailer in the woods because her boyfriend kicked her out

my natal chart (im a double aries and lunar capricorn)

a note that says “tamil nadu india” and nothing else

ive given up. if you read this far: why.

#my life

[lovemesomesurveys]

Ready to answer 151 Questions? 1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? Like 6/7 years ago. 2. Do you like to party? My idea of a party is a small get together with friends just chillin’ with food and music. Maybe play some boardgames. Just super laid back. Crazy party scenes with a shitload of people I don’t even know is not my thing at all. That all being said, I haven’t been to a party in like 3 years. 3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? I can’t even imagine a scenario where that would happen now. We haven’t talked or seen each other in almost 5 years. For that to happen, that would mean we were talking and hanging out again and yeah, don’t see that happening. Plus, SO much has changed for the both of us. Our ship sailed a longggg time ago. 4. Are you a virgin? Yes. 5. What are your parents views on your relationships? Ty and I never dated, but my parents really liked him. My mom definitely thought something was going on and she was rooting for us, ha. 

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I don’t have a boyfriend or a crush right now. But also, I wouldn’t just marry someone I bumped into 10 years later. Like, a LOT would have changed in that amount of time. Just because I dated or was interested in someone doesn’t mean things would be the same seeing each other that many years later. Would the feelings come back? Would we still vibe? What are we doing in our life at that time? Are we both single? 7. Is your best friend dating anyone?  My mom has been with my dad for over 30 years. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? It’s a tie-shirt with pastel colors.  9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I really don’t care. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I’ve been doing that for the past few years. To think that there was a time I would have never done that... 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On me? I mean, everything, but my smile/teeth for one. 12. Would people describe you as happy? No. 13. Are you single? Yep. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Yes or questions about relationships. 15. Do you have Tumblr? Duhhh.

16. What about Xanga? Aww, RIP Xanga.  17. Have you ever babysat before? Yeah, my younger brother and a couple of my cousins when they were kids.  18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate?  I had two awful math professors in community college. Like, they were horrible. 19. Ever shopped at Sephora? Yeah. 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do?  21. Do you have any university plans? I graduated with my BA five years ago. I’m not going any further. 22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do? I mean, it would definitely come as a huge shock if my mom came out now. Of course it wouldn’t change anything between us, but things would be different for awhile. Like, it would take time to get used to a new normal, one where she’s not with my dad who she’s been with for over 30 years and one where she’s with a woman.  23. What are your views on sex? Be safe. If you’re an adult and it’s consensual then I don’t see an issue. 24. Do sexual questions bother you?  No. I just don’t have much to say on the matter. 25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up? Wth. 26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding?  Nope. 27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’?  Omg. I’m so glad I don’t see that anymore. That seemed to die when Myspace did. 28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook? There’s still photos of Joseph and I. *shrug* 29. Would you ever date a friends Ex? No. 30. What’s the last book you read?  The Girl and the Hunt by AJ Rivers. 31. Ready for 10 simple questions? Sure. 32. What is your last name?  Stephanie. 33. What grade are you in? I graduated college 5 years ago, I’m done. 34. What school do you go to? 35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring? Fall and winter. 36. Favorite Color? Pastels, rose gold, yellow, coral, mint green. 37. Are your parents together? Yes. 38. Any siblings?  I have two brothers. 39. Favorite subject?  Psychology.

40. Least favorite subject?  Math. 41. Favorite song? I could never just choose one. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy?  I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook?  150ish. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? They weren’t old, but yeah I’ve had several requests from men from other countries.  45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yeah. 46. Have a Formspring? I used to. I suppose it still exists out there since I never deleted it. I haven’t been on there in several years, though. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Probably decline the offer. I actually do like both his current and previous album, but I don’t know if I’d want to go to his concert. *shrug* I also don’t know anyone who would go with me and I wouldn’t go alone. 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Amusement park. I don’t do water slides and whatnot.  49. Been to Disney world?  Nope, but I’d love to go. I’ve been to Disneyland several times, though. 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Sounds like one of those things where people post a random status from a list of things that will likely get people’s attention and whoever comments on it is privately sent said list of thing and they then choose something to post as their status and so on. That was a popular game thing on Facebook years ago. 51. Ever had a boyfriend?  Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? I’ve had crushes on guys who never knew, but the really serious ones (there were 5) all knew. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret?  Yes. 54. Ever drank alcohol?  Yeah. I drank in my early 20s until I was 24. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Yeah. 56. Ever watched The Hills?  Yeah, the OG one and the reboot that came out last year. 57. What about Jersey Shore? No, I never got into that one. 58. Ever called someone a slut?  I’ve said that jokingly to friends. 59. What do you think of short shorts? I don’t wear them. Or any length of shorts.  60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? No. I think it’s funny because my dad is still weird about cussing in front of me and so is our family friend. She always apologizes to me if she does it.  61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? I mostly got A’s and B’s throughout school with some C’s because of stupid math. 62. What about a B?  ^^^ 63. And a C? ^^^ 64. How about a D? No. 65. Ever skived? What’s that? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? I’d say I was the outcast. I mean, I had some friends, but I really just didn’t stand out or fit in.  67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? My friends were my age or a year younger. Ty was the only one who was older than me (just by a year). 68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yes. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? I have my immature moments, too. That one doesn’t do it for me, though.  70. Ever watched porn? I’ve seen it, but it wasn’t for my viewing pleasure or anything. I just personally don’t get the appeal. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month?  I don’t think I’ve broken any. I don’t do anything or go anywhere, ha. 72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? Yeah. I’d sleep later than 3PM if I didn’t and I don’t know, for some reason I don’t want to. Not like I have anything better to do, but *shrug* 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Makes no difference to me. 74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join?  No. I can’t sing. I’m surprised I did choir for a few years in elementary school. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? My 2nd grade class did. We did “This Little Light of Mine” with a few very simple hand movements that went along with it. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. For the most part it’s only been at funerals and doctor appointments, but there have been a few other times in public where I felt the tears coming and tried to fight them back, but they started coming out anyway. I’m definitely someone who doesn’t like to cry in front of other people, so when it happens then you know it’s bad. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? I love both of my parents, but my mom and I have a closer relationship. She’s my best friend. I truly don’t know what I’d do without her. 78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? Nooo. I have zero talent. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had?  A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had?  A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Alexander Skarsgard, Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Matt Bomer, and Chris Pratt.  82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Margot Robbie, Jennifer Lopez, Ariana Grande, Hailey Baldwin, and Natalie Portman.  83. Ever been compared to a celebrity?  Ha, no. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? If someone uploads a photo of me that I don’t approve of it gets deleted asap. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money?  That’s too much to me.  86. Are you opinionated?  I do have my opinions I feel strongly about, but I also consider myself to be openminded. I’m open to hearing different sides of things. I want to. And it’s certainly possible for my opinion to change.  87. Do you have a favorite store? BoxLunch, Hot Topic, Kohl’s, Target, and Bath & Body Works. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? No. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? Nope. 90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week?  Yeah. *gasp* Call the fashion police! 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school?  Well, I graduated college 5 years ago if that counts. But if you mean like while I was still going to school, then a few months. I had to miss school 3 times for a few months because I had to have surgery. One of the times was when I was supposed to start UC, but ended up having to start the following semester instead. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? I don’t care? 94. Own a pair of converse?  Yes. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? 96. If yes, are you one of them?  97. Do you text in class?  I never did that. I was a goody-goody lol.  98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? I haven’t worn jeans at all in like 3 years, ha, but anyway most of my jeans are the Arizona brand from JCP. They’re the perfect fit for me and they’re reasonably priced. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” According to Google, it starts at size 16. 100. Do you want to lose weight?  Nooo. I’m too underweight as it is. I need to gain weight. 101. Ever seen a therapist?  No, but I should. 102. Ever watched porn?  Yeah, I’ve seen some of it. I didn’t watch out of enjoyment, though. I don’t get the appeal, personally. 103. Ever purposely ignored a text?  Yes. 104. A facebook message?  Yes. 105. A poke? I always ignored those. That was a dumb feature Facebook had. 106. A friend request?  Yeah. I don’t accept a request from anyone I don’t know. 107. Would you say you read into things too much?  Yepppp.  108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? Refusing. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?)  No.  110. Ever been called a bully?  No. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself?  Yes. 112. Ever gone to church? Yes. I used to go sometimes with both sets of grandparents when I was a kid. They were of different religions, so that began my complicated and non-existent relationship with religion. That changed a few years ago, though, and now I’m a Christian. For over a year I’ve only been listening to the audio version a local church uploaded to their website every Sunday until they started uploading video earlier this year. The past few months they’ve been doing live streams because of the quarantine/lockdown, but they’ll be continuing that going forward for those like me who aren’t able to physically attend. I plan to when I’m able, though. 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? Absolutely not! 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? Yes. 115. What do you want to do with your life? I don’t know. That’s the problem. 

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? Naturally, yes, but not currently. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I don’t dress up or do anything for Halloween anymore. The past few years I’ve just stayed home and watched scary movies. I do for the whole month of October, though. 118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? Uh, no. I’m going to be 31 years old this year. 119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities, but not anyone “in real life.” 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus?  It didn’t really bother me back when I had to take the bus sometimes in college. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people?  I don’t wear sunglasses. Also, staring is rude. I’ve had to deal with people staring at me, mostly kids, all my life. Not cool. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? No. 123. What’s the last movie you watched?  Parts of James and the Giant Peach yesterday. 124. Last TV Show?  The Golden Girls. 125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? I don’t have any friends, but I imagine I wouldn’t like seeing that. 126. Ever been called a whore?  Jokingly. 127. Are you american?  Yes. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? No.  129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend?  Yes. Joseph and I did that for the entire time of whatever it was we had going on.  130. Are you Cute or Gross?  I’m trash. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? No one has said that to me in a very long time. I don’t recall being bothered by it, though. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like?  I don’t like anyone, currently.  133. Ever had the lead in a play?  Nope. Never tried out for a play either. 134. What about a solo in a concert?  Ha, no. I was in choir in elementary school for a few years, but there definitely weren’t any solo parts for me.  135. What kind of a student are you? I did well. 136. Worst subject?  It was always math. 137. Best subject? English. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? No. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant?  She had a hysterectomy several years ago. 140. How late do you sleep in?  Until like 230 or 3ish. 141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them?  I use a filter.  142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? I was the ugly friend. 143. Do you believe in love? Well, yeah. It exists. I just feel like I’ll never experience romantic love. I’ve been in love twice, but both times were unrequited. I can’t imagine finding love in return and someone who actually wants to be with me.  144. Would you consider yourself a good student?  Didn’t you ask this? 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?”  It just seems kinda pointless cause they likely won’t see it.  146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy?  Salty and sweet. I would have said spicy back in the day, but I can’t eat spicy food anymore. Haven’t been able to for the past few years. D: 147. Are you going into High School this year?  Nooooo. Thank goodness. I did my time and graduated over 10 years ago. 148. What about Junior High? Omg, no. I’m old. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry?  Let’s not try and make me cry. It’s almost 7AM, I should be asleep. 150. Where did you find this note? LiveJournal.  151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone?  I don’t leave any unread text messages. 

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[heldenwelt]

rules: tag ten followers you want to know better !

name:  mercury star sign:  leo height: 5′11? 180cm middle name?  alexander

put your itunes whatever on shuffle. what are the first 6 songs that popped up?

-  Highway to Hell - AC/DC  -  Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N’ Roses -  Seven Seas of Rhye - Queen -  Time Warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show -  A kind of Magic - Queen -  Smoke on the Water - Deep Purple

grab one book nearest to you and turn to page 23. what’s line 17? there is not a single book around im sorry

ever had a poem or a song written about you? nope

when was the last time you played air guitar? i,,, do not remember oops

who is your celebrity crush? y’all expect to name,,, just one? man idk Chris Evans is p high up just like Taron Egerton and Zendaya tbh

what’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Hate: like a fork or a knife scratching on a plate for example Love: rain hitting a window

do you believe in ghosts?

ofc??

how about aliens? ofc again??

do you drive? yes i love it 

if so, have you ever crashed? god, no.

what was the last book you read? i do not remember that either fhkjhjafks

do you like the smell of gasoline? yes very much so

what was the last movie you saw? Kingsman: Golden Circle

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? i don’t injure easily but I once slightly broke my pinky finger

do you have any obsessions right now? not anything in particular? 

do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? i mean kinda? Like I don’t usually show it and try to move on but it stays in my head forever

in a relationship? nah

tagged by: stolen from @spidaeyheart uwu tagging: @bauranger @nearlygood @theseancekid @agecfmiracles @getlostsqdwrd + anyone else tbh this is fun!

#「 ooc about 」 #「 ooc 」 #「 queue 」

[chiefnooniensingh]

I Won’t Hesitate (For You) Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Do you have to (let it linger)?

In this chapter: We meet Isobel Bracken's brother a few years before the present. In the present, Jesse Manes is inadvertently helpful and Alex broadens his list of suspects.

A/n: As always, a special thanks to Aileen (@acomebackstory), Callie (@callieramics), @hm-arn, @royalshadowhunter and @ladymajavader over on Tumblr for their continued support and cheerleading, and my new cheerleader May (@merlinss). I don't know if I would've finished it without you guys!

The title of last chapter hasn't been guessed yet, so you can still give it a go!

Can anyone guess this week's title and performing artist?

also on: ao3

other chapters: 1 2 3 4

January, 1933

In the month that construction of the longest and tallest suspension bridge began in San Francisco, a small announcement appeared in the local New Mexican paper.

Oil Mogul Noah Bracken (33) and long-time girlfriend Isobel Evans (25) announce their engagement Noah Bracken, the youngest man ever to reach a net worth of $1 billion, and his long-time girlfriend, major event planner Isobel Evans, have today announced their engagement to this newspaper. “We are beyond happy and ask you to respect our privacy in this wonderful time,” the couple announced from their San Franciscan estate. “It will be the greatest event I’ll ever have planned,” adds the future Mrs Bracken with a wink. The editors of this newspaper wish them all the happiness in the world.

This news was not received well by everyone. The bride’s brother, for one. A recent addition to the sheriff’s department, he had read everything about the Rosa Ortecho case. 13 years later, the case was still cold as ice. He’d recognized the young immigrant that had been the one and only suspect back in the day as the man his twin sister was dating. But before he could reach out and warn his sister, she’d gotten engaged. Any objections he voiced now would make him sound like a possessive brother.

He tried to assuage himself; aside from the fight, there was absolutely no evidence that Noah Bracken had killed the Ortecho girl. And yet he couldn’t shake this feeling…

Max Evans threw the paper down on the table and put on his hat.

If his sister’s soon-to-be-husband was a dangerous killer, he was going to find out. And his sister would be kept out of danger, for as long as possible.

Present day, 21st of October, 1935

“Bring in Max Evans, please,” Alex requested of the young conductor they brought in from one of the other carriages. Alex could really only trust people who had not been on the Paris carriage, so he’d had his father bring over some staff from the other carriages.

Every time he looked at the conductor assigned to help him out, however, he was secretly disappointed it wasn’t Michael. This man was older, shorter and the uniform was not nearly as attractive on him as it was on Michael.

After their less-than-professional meeting in the luggage carriage, Michael had disappeared, only showing his face when people needed something. Alex was afraid he regretted the way the two of them lost control, especially with Jesse Manes crawling around.

So Alex threw himself into the case with more vigour. He didn’t want to think about Michael, because he was already discounting him as a subject on the basis of nothing, and that was dangerous. Personal feelings in his line of work was dangerous and led to murderers walking free.

Max entered the dining carriage. The man was almost inhumanly tall, Alex guessed about 6 feet, and was very muscular. Alex glanced at Kyle’s summary of the stab wounds; Max could’ve easily made the deeper, more smooth incisions. Only a person of great strength would’ve been able to make those. “You wanted to see me, Detective Manes?”

“Yes, please sit down. If you have you identification papers on you, please put them on the table.” Max placed his papers in front of Alex, and the latter inspected them closely. “Maxwell Evans, 27 years old. Current resident of Roswell, New Mexico?”

“Affirmative.”

“And where are you currently employed, Mr Evans?”

“The Sheriff’s department. For about two years now.”

“A fellow detective.” Alex smiled as he handed back the papers and wrote down the general information. “Then you know I’ll have to ask some questions, regardless of your guilt or innocence in this case.”

Max bowed his head. “I understand. You may ask your questions.”

“Where were you at around 3AM?”

“Asleep in my bunk.”

“Alone?”

Max flashed a smile. “Sadly, yes.” Not much of an alibi.

“What are you doing aboard this train, Mr Evans?”

“I was looking for some family. I lost touch with most of them after I moved to New Mexico early in my youth, and I was hoping to find some in Istanbul. Sadly, I haven’t found any.” Max gave another smile, but his eyes betrayed sadness. “Now I’m heading back Stateside.”

“Did you know Rosa Ortecho?”

Max Evans sat back, looking surprised. “Well, the murder happened in Roswell, so I heard about it when I first joined the department, but no, I did not know her personally. Why do you ask?”

Alex closed his book and sat back, studying Max Evans’ face closer. For some reason the features seemed familiar, though he couldn’t place it. He’d left Roswell years before, so he couldn’t have met him. And yet something in the back of his mind tried to draw his attention, remaining just out of reach. “There are signs this murder is connected to the Rosa Ortecho murder. It’s unclear how or why, but the evidence seems to support it.”

Max’ eyebrows shot upwards and sat back, whistling softly. “Wow. That’s intense. Well, I never knew about the murder until after I joined the force. I didn’t know Mr Bracken until I met him on this train tonight.”

For some reason, Alex felt deeply uncomfortable as Max said that. His leg started bouncing up and down and his stomach roiled. Max Evans was lying. But why and about what? “Alright, Mr Evans, that’s it for now. Please return to your cabin.”

“Wait.”

Both Max and Alex turned around to see Jesse Manes, who had been skulking in a corner, sit up straight and look intensely at Max. “What?” Alex asked, just barely civil.

“Mr. Evans, how do you know Isobel Bracken?”

Alex looked at Max just in time to see a flash of fear pass over his face. “Mr. Evans?”

“I don’t – ” he began, but Jesse Manes cut him off. “Alexander, you do know Isobel Bracken’s maiden name is Evans?”

Alex did not. He looked at Max Evans accusatorily. “Mr. Evans. The truth, please.”

Max put his head in his hands for a moment, then sat up straight. “Fine. Isobel is my twin sister.”

It clicked in Alex’s head immediately. The features were familiar because he looked a lot like Isobel. He chided himself on not putting it together himself. You call yourself observational? “Which makes Noah Bracken your brother-in-law.” Max nodded. “Why did you lie, Mr. Evans?”

“Because my connection to Isobel and Noah would make me a suspect!” Max ejaculated roughly, running his hands through his hair. “It’s common knowledge Noah and I did not get along, and I thought making sure I wasn’t a suspect would at least give Isobel some peace of mind. Her husband was just murdered, Mr. Manes.”

“I’m aware,” Alex said coolly, writing down the statement and underlining the connection Max had to the victim. It still didn’t make him the culprit, but as Max said, it did make him a suspect. “You said it was common knowledge that you did not get along with Noah Bracken?”

“Yeah, it was pretty widely reported. I’m surprised you didn’t see. A few months after my sister got married, I got wind of him hitting her. I lost my control completely and picked a fight with him in the middle of a busy street in New York. Noah being who he is, it was front page news.” Max scoffed. “It was never proven that he did hit her, and Isobel denied it, but yeah, after that, Noah and I stayed out of each other’s way as much as possible.”

Motive, Alex penned down in his notebook. If Noah Bracken really hit his wife, her twin brother had more motive than most to want Noah out of her life. Expect maybe Isobel herself. His father’s initial accusation may have some merit to it after all.

“Please, Isobel didn’t do this,” Max pleaded, looking earnestly into Alex eyes. “She’s been through so much and just because I was reckless and have anger issues, doesn’t mean she does too. I got the volatile genes in this family.”

Alex looked steadily back at Max. “You just gave me a motive for both you and Isobel to want Noah Bracken gone. I have to pursue it. If it turns out Isobel is innocent, that will come out soon enough.”

Max sighed, looking absolutely miserable. “I understand. I’m sorry for lying, I was just trying to protect my sister.”

Alex nodded. “Is there anything else you may have been lying about? Your alibi, perhaps?”

Max snorted. “Well, it might as well come out. I was in my cabin, but I was not alone. I was talking to Beth Otto. We met on the train and really hit it off, we were talking until around 4AM. I returned to my cabin a little after that time. I lied because she doesn’t want her dad to know.”

That meant someone was awake at the time of the murder. “Did you see or hear anything at around 3AM?” Alex said, eagerly.

Max shook his head. “I’m sorry Mr. Manes, I was thoroughly engaged with Ms. Otto. She has fascinating ideas about the future, she’s a genius. It’s a damn shame that women of her descent aren’t admitted to college yet.”

Alex nodded, but had no time to discuss the prevailing overtones of racism and sexism in America, no matter how much he wanted to. “Should you think of anything at all, don’t hesitate to look me up, Mr Evans. That is all.”

Damn it all to hell, Alex thought darkly, sitting back and watching Max Evans disappear. The net was closing around Isobel and yet something didn’t seem right.

The wounds didn’t add up. And neither did the connection to the Ortecho case. Was it just coincidence? Or a way to cover up the true motive? Alex had never encountered such a complex case before in his life. The world is made up of logic, he always said, but logic was precisely the thing missing in this case. All the facts contradicted each other. Nothing added up.

“Well, he seems trustworthy enough,” Jesse Manes said flippantly. “But that Isobel…in cases of murder, the spouse is always the suspect.”

Alex sat up with a snap, his father’s snap judgements needling him more and more. “Why? Because Max is white and male? That doesn’t exclude him from being a suspect, dad! Everyone is a suspect! And now we have two people with flimsy alibis and great motives! Yet none of it adds up at all to the Rosa Ortecho murder! Nothing adds up and we have no time!”

Jesse Manes looked outraged, his face slowly turning red, always a danger-sign. “Listen, young man – ”

“Oh, don’t ‘young man’ me, father! The revelation about Max and Isobel’s relation aside, you have added nothing but insults and judgements to this case. Unless you have something real to contribute, stay the hell out of my way!”

His voice shaking with an old fear he had refused to feel all week, Alex pushed past his father, who seemed to have been struck dumb by Alex’s outburst, and exited the dining carriage. He promptly bumped into Michael, who was standing just outside, his hand outstretched as if to knock. “Oh. Michael.” A sense of calm immediately stole over Alex and he felt his shoulders relax slightly.

“Hi,” Michael said, looking slightly off-put. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, just…my father.” Michael nodded, but looked strangely distant as he did so.

“Can I help you with anything?” he said, in a tone that said there was no room for improprieties now. Alex felt a faint twinge of pain in his heart but allowed Michael to keep his distance. Things had been so wild and confusing these last few days, he could hardly blame him for coming to his senses.

“Yes. Can you tell me if you saw or heard anyone outside the cabins as you were tending to Mrs DeLuca?”

Michael looked pensive for a second, then shook his head. “No. No, it was as I said. Around 4AM, Mrs DeLuca asked for some water. I went to fetch it, returned and was back in my cabin no later than 10 past.”

Alex froze. And yet Max just admitted to leaving Beth Otto’s cabin after 4, too.  Michael’s story was starting to show holes. Alex’s heart sank as the horrifying reality of his situation dawned on him. Michael might just turn out to be guilty before all this was said and done.

Alex never had trouble revealing the guilty party after he was certain they had committed the crime. That was his job, and he was good at it. But he had never been in the position of having to deal with a suspect that he cared as much as about as he cared about Michael.

Shockingly, a part of his brain wondered if Alex couldn’t just…let it go, should Michael prove the guilty party.

He closed his eyes briefly. It was becoming increasingly difficult to separate his feelings from the case.

It might be his undoing.

“Michael, can you fetch me Dr Kyle? I need to see him.”

Michael nodded once, and his face remaining completely neutral, turned around and left. Alex remained behind in the hallway, feeling increasingly uncertain about this entire case.

“You wished to see me?” Alex looked up to see Kyle standing in front of him, smiling politely.

“Yes, doctor, please follow me.”

They went back into the dining carriage. Jesse Manes was still there, but he got up and left the carriage without a further word as Kyle and Alex sat down. “Do you have identification on you, sir?” Alex asked, and Kyle supplied it. “Kyle Vale, 25 years old, former resident of New York, owner of a work permit for France. Occupation: doctor.”

“Yes, but born and raised Spaniard, sir. My parents left Spain after the war, despite our neutrality we felt it was best to use this opportunity to start over. We weren’t very rich, you see.”

“’Vale’?”

Dr Vale chuckled. “My parents’ little joke. We hail from the city of Valencia, you see. We had a dreadfully long Spanish last name, so they figured it was best to change it. America being what it is.”

Alex nodded, writing it all down. His leg was bouncing again. “And where were you at 3AM?”

“Asleep in my bunk,” Kyle answered easily, and Alex’s leg stilled. “I have a habit of sleeping horridly, you see, so I’d taken some sleeping medicine after we left the DeLuca’s cabin and did not wake until Mrs Bracken screamed bloody murder – I mean…” Kyle turned red. “That was insensitive. It was, of course, a bloody murder. Merely an expression.”

Alex nodded. His leg seemed indecisive; every time the nervous energy took hold, it seemed to disappear again. Alex had always had a good sense when people were lying to him. But it was difficult to tell with Kyle. “So you did not wake the entire night?” he asked.

“No,” the other man said decisively.

“What can you tell me about the Rosa Ortecho case?”

Kyle frowned deeply, thinking a moment before answering. “Wasn’t that the murder case fifteen years ago? In New Mexico? Little girl went missing then turned up dead two weeks later, yes?” Alex simply nodded. “Alex, surely you don’t think this has any connection…?”

“I do,” Alex said simply.

Kyle let out a disbelieving laugh, which died away quickly at the look on Alex’s face. “I swear, I know no more than the rest of America! Only what I read in the papers! Girl goes missing, turns up dead, case goes cold!” He sounded genuinely affronted. “You don’t think that any of us – ?”

“No, I think – rather, I know, Noah Bracken was the kidnapper and eventual murderer of Rosa Ortecho.”

Kyle stared for a long moment, then let out another disbelieving laugh. “That’s…insane!”

“And yet, I believe it to be true. When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

“Sherlock Holmes,” Kyle muttered, almost as an afterthought. “What a turn of events, eh?”

“Quite,” Alex said, keeping his eyes focused on Kyle’s face as it went through several emotions at once. Fear and amazement were the two that Alex recognized. It still did not give him any solid information, yet he wrote it down. “And have you given anymore thought to the nature of the stab wounds?”

Kyle sat back down, relaxing only slightly. His shoulders were still set, as if he was still expecting Alex to start pointing fingers randomly. “I’ve been trying to remember everything I was ever taught in med school about murders, but if you hadn’t chosen forensic science as your major, you were only taught the bare minimum, like liver temperature and vivisection. Nothing about murder, and definitely not about the psychology of stabbing a person!” Kyle ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even further. In the past day, Alex had started to notice the first sign of stress on everyone’s face. Kyle hadn’t brushed his hair since this all started, Beth had been frowning a lot and Michael…well, Michael seemed to be torn between avoiding Alex and wanting to keep an eye on him.

Nearly 24 hours, and a murderer was still amongst them, Alex not being a single step closer to finding out who it was.

“Thank you, Dr Vale, that’ll be all.”

Kyle left the carriage and Alex remained behind once more, staring at his notes. Only Isobel and Max have motives, Alex mused, but those are very shaky at best. Michael’s alibi is equally shaky, unable to be verified by anyone.

Alex stared at the facts about the state the body was found in, feeling a distant part of his brain tugging at his attention once more. He was missing something, something huge, but right now, he couldn’t put a finger to it. He snapped his book shut with a frustrated sigh and left the dining carriage. He needed a change of scenery, and he knew just where to get it.

#malex #malex ff #malex fanfic #rnm ff #roswell new mexico #Alex Manes #Michael Guerin #a disaster bi and a chaotic gay #what could go wrong #otp:I Don't Look Away #my fanfics #my malex ff #motoe au

[anxious-patton]

Frick being on anon, I wanna ask 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, and 15 💙

Wow, oh my goodness! Lots of questions. I love it!

1- What is your middle name? I have two now! Alexander Thomas. I explained the full thing a few asks down as well 😊

2- How old are you? I am currently 21. Fast approaching 22.

4- What is your zodiac sign? I’m a Libra. I know absolutely nothing about astrology so if anyone wants to tell me what that says about me I’ll happily listen!

5- What is your favourite colour? It’s pretty hard. I think considering I’ve had purple hair on and off coming up for two years now, and my room is purple, it has to be purple? But I also love blue.

8- Where are you from? I’m from Scotland. My accent is a huuuge disappointment, I’m afraid. It’s so weak and hardly Scottish sounding at all. I had a lady who had moved recently from the US ask me what state I was from once and that was awkward for both of us. I’m sorry, lady, if you’re out there. I’m a mess of speech patterns.

15- Favourite song? Ohhhh boy. This changes daily? I’ve never really had a favourite song in my life. But ‘Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’ by Set It Off is a good one. My favourite to sing in the car is probably ‘So Big/So Small’ from Dear Evan Hansen. Beautiful song. I cry every time I hear it. I tear up when I sing it. It’s just lovely. And for a bonus, one that I loved dearly as a kid was ‘Therapy’ by All Time Low. It just resonated so deeply with me and still does.