#Just watched ammonite

[chilipepperconverse]

im no letterboxd user but i Am a lesbian who enjoys historical romance and paleontology so no one is in any way surprised that i am indeed very normal about ammonite (2020)

#i have bernadette banner’s costume reviews to thank for this discovery but like. i’d been meaning to watch this film for ages #i had to pause it bc its 2am but i have like 45 mins left and im so normal #it literally feels like a fanfic and i DONT mean that derisively i mean it as highest praise #like the TROPES the GENTLE TOUCHED the way it ALL COMES TO A HEAD and they just!!!! give in!!!!! #the THEMATIC RESONANCE of the ammonites being charlottes limitations and the icthyosaur skull being the thing that finally #brings their feelings to the surface its just so!!!!!!!! #anyway goodnight #ammonite 2020 #i guess i’ll tag it w the film idk who goes in that tag to read half-baked ramblings but #oh well #shut up chili

[018987812409]

Does anyone have any lesbian movie recommendations. i have seen most of the well known ones but like do you have any that are a little bit off the beaten path. my gay shame is peaking again rn i need to tamp it down

#still have to watch ammonite bc xavier dolan liked it but i just cant handle gay kate winslet i dont like her

[amethystspaceprince]

This is a mososaurus hate zone

My criticism of prehistoric planet 2 is that this animal and the ammonites had an entire episode dedicated to them (along with other ocean animals) and yet I still had to see them again in the next episode. None of the information showed in that final episode felt useful to know or like I was learning anything. Probably because I already learned about it. It’s the final episode. Give me triceratops! Ankylosaurus! Tyrannosaurus rex! Edmontosaurus! Something I never heard of! Anything but mososaurus or anything similar to it again!

Don’t get me wrong I do love this show

#mososaurus wrote this show #I get it it’s a big fast underwater lizard #I don’t care about it #prehistoric planet #mososaurus #dinosaurs #ammonites #lizards #animals #documentary #prehistoric planet 2 #David Attenborough #I had no cares either way towards this animal until they shoved it down our throats #guess it’s good for those that love it and the person in charge of the episode must love this thing #but it’s boring when we have just watched an episode to see it AGAIN #it was a different type of mososaurus they had previously shown but a type of mososaurus nonetheless

[emometalhead]

top 5 lesbian films :-)

But I'm a Cheerleader (1999)

Booksmart (2019)

Fear Street Part One: 1994 (2021)

The Miseducation of Cameron Post (2018)

The Perfection (2019)

Thank you for asking, Lee!! 🖤

#mostly unrelated but I recently watched Russian Doll with my mom and was personally offended by her not finding Natasha Lyonne attractive #she was seriously like 'I don't understand how anyone could find her attractive' meanwhile I was like drooling lol #also cold medicine is really taking my brain out because I initally typed 5 TV shows before remembering that wasn't the question #the perfection isn't even that good I just like that they're messed up cellists #the miseducation of cameron post is actually my all time favorite lesbian book so that love has transferred to the movie #also excited to watch Crush (2022) but haven't gotten around to it yet #watched some scenes of Ammonite (2020) today and it was boooooring #basically this list is the ones I've watched more than once and enjoyed lol #there's plenty of lesbian movies I've seen and hated or only sort of liked. it's a struggle finding interesting ones! #asks #lee

[stereor4t]

lesbian movies I've seen so far (review based on my tastes)

I'm going to give my opinion of the lesbian movies I've seen so far and I'm going to give them a score from 1 to 5 stars :3 it may contain some spoilers

Bound(1996)

For the year this movie was made, I was actually surprised by the END of it(fuck the obsession with killing the protagonist). I didn’t really have much faith in it by how it stars, but man, I was so surprised, I loved it, be gay do crime. ★★★★☆

Gia(1998)

God, this movie is my new roman empire, I didn’t know about Gia’s story, but the ending of the movie DESTROYED ME. the scene where shes talking with Linda and she says: now we have all the time in the world, I was so moved by it, I loved it. It’s currently one of my favorite movies.★★★★★

Lost and delirious(2001)

ugh shakespearean shit, this movie touches more than one of us when it comes to the experience of liking girls. I liked it but I felt like there was a lot of wasted potential that could’ve made it great, tbh i just wanted Paulie to be happy; the fact the Piper Perabo is in it helps the score too. ★★★☆☆

D.E.B.S.(2004)

ITS THE BEST FUCKING MOVIE IN THE WORLD, GOD. I actually hated this movie before watching it ‘cause I thought it was some dumb comedy, but god, when I gave it a chance it BLEW ME AWAY. If you want to see some lesbian spies enemies to lovers shit watch debs.  ★★★★★

My summer of love(2004)

Personally, I HATED this movie kjj, I didn’t really get ANYTHING at all, like it felt like everything was just too rushed??? like when did they even fall in love lol? Gets points just for Emily Blunt. ★★☆☆☆

Imagine me & you(2005)

Piper Perabo again and Lena Heady THE WOMAN. This movie is ART, my fav movie, it’s beautiful, comfort movie af. The true don’t let your husband keep you from meeting your future wife. ★★★★★

Loving Annabelle(2006)

This movie was made for all of us who once liked a teacher or profesor. I liked it quite a lot, but I feel like seize it’s true potential. Personally, I choose to think that the alternative ending it’s the true one lol. ★★★☆☆

Bloomington(2010)

Again for us that like fantasizing about our teachers. I like this movie but again, I feel like they didn’t really make the most of it jskdja annoying af bitching about the same but yeah, it bothered me. Anyway, i liked the movie, and I didn’t like the ending at all,I felt bad for the poor teacher :c. ★★★☆☆

A perfect ending(2012)

I know a lot of people hate this movie and think it’s shit, but I personally love it lol. Idk I remember that when I watched it it got me super emotional and i liked it a lot, dont care what anyone says to me it’s a good movie. ★★★☆☆

The girl king(2015)

★☆☆☆☆

Didn’t like it at all, boring af, i didn’t really get it, idk, i was expecting more. ★☆☆☆☆

First girl i loved(2016)

Im fond of this movie, it was one of the first ones I saw, the ending just made a me a bit frustrated, but I liked it, Brianna Hildebrand with a wig funny as hell. ★★★☆☆

Disobedience(2017)

Rachel Weisz and McAdams DAMN. Great movie, I liked it in all aspects. Although the ending wasn’t what I expected I still liked it. ★★★★★

Tell it to the bees(2018)

Mmm I think this movie is kinda meh, like it’s okay but I feel like it lacks something for me to like it, tho I didn’t get the ending, like I don’t understand the decisions each one took. ★★☆☆☆

Ammonite(2020)

Kate Winslet and Saoirse Ronan!!!! I liked it but I didn’t love it, I never got to understand if Mary hated or loved Charlotte. The ending got me frustrated!!! ★★★☆☆

Crush(2022)

The kind of movie you gotta watch after Gia, I liked it I thought it was silly, like very much teenage romcom sort of shit, like the Kissing Booth but for lesbians. ★★★☆☆

You can live forever(2022)

I think this is a great movie, interesting story, I wasn’t expecting the whole ending sequence, what Marike says to Jamie destroyed me, in my head theyre the young version of the Disobedience ones. ★★★★★

Booksmart(2019)

GREAT MOVIE, very entertaining and funny, I liked it quite a lot, it’s perfect to watch it with friends. Gigi is just like me fr best character ever. ★★★★★

#wlw #sapphic #lesbianism #movies #wlw movies #lgbtq community #lgbtq #queer #queer community #lesbian #woman #booksmart #bound #gia #rachel weisz #rachel mcadams #saoirse ronan #kate winslet #piper perabo #rowan blanchard #angelina jolie #debs 2004

[thru-the-grapevine]

Under the Stars

Pairing: Choi San x reader

Summary: The stars decide to spell out your fate with the cute boy who took you stargazing rather clearly, for once.

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags: summer camp au, fluff to end all fluff, also idiocy

You peer up at the universe sprinkled overhead, gnawing your lower lip. “I’m not sure I see it.”

The grass of left outfield shifts beneath the blanket as San scoots a little closer to you. Despite the comfortably warm night, the feeling of his body heat mere inches from your side sends prickles across your skin.

“Okay, look,” San says, lifting his arm and pointing to a cluster of stars. “Starts right there, beneath that really bright one, and it goes down left, and then trails around that way, see?”

You force your gaze away from the contour of his arm and attempt to follow as he traces an outline in the heavens. “And you said it’s…”

“A jellyfish,” he says, and you can hear him grinning. “That spot I just traced is the bell, and then the tentacles—”

“—are just there,” you realize, suddenly seeing the constellation. You snort.

“Nice, right?” San snickers. “I actually felt clever making that one. Okay, your turn.”

“Oh, god,” you mutter, smiling and gazing all across the sky. “Okay, um…”

This is exactly what you’d expected when San asked if you wanted to sneak out to the campground’s baseball field and look at stars. Several other young camp staff you’d been sitting with watched you accept his offer with jealousy, and you knew they were picturing a far more romantic, swoonworthy scene. Something it seemed most of the young camp staff would kill for with San—at least, something they’d kill for now.

Choi San has been your camp bestie since the day you met as kids, when you accidentally spilled green Kool-Aid all over him and he retaliated on purpose with his purple Kool-Aid. He wasn’t one of the cooler kids at camp over the years—too dorky, the other kids said. But that worked out perfectly for you, because you were a dork, too.

It was shocking when he turned up one summer a few years ago when you were counselors and he was…cute. Against your better judgment, it awakened something in you—and, apparently, several other counselors, who were suddenly interested in hanging around him. You tried not to let it boost your ego when he barely noticed them, preferring to stick around you, instead. He was still just as dorky, like nothing had changed, and you wanted to keep it that way, so for the sake of your friendship you fought down any feelings that awakened.

Except they like to re-awaken all the time, as you both continue to grow up and he only gets cuter. A constant battle. You’re running out of room to bury your feelings at this point.

“Aaah, wait—um, uh, um…” you sputter, laughing as San begins humming the Jeopardy theme.

You chance a glance over at him, only to look away again sharply when you see him grinning ear-to-ear at you. Your entire face comes to a boil. Panicked, you fling your arm up and point. “There, take a guess.”

You begin scrutinizing that spot desperately for a form that makes sense as San groans. “No fair, that’s where I was going to pick next.”

“Pff, yeah, what were you gonna pick, a….coiled-up snake?” You retort, tossing the snake idea out the window.

“...Noooo,” he says, then pauses. “Okay, kind of. It was going to be one of those fuzzy worm things, so that doesn’t technically count.”

You snort. “Keep dreaming.”

“What’s yours, then, huh, if you’re so clever?”

“You mean you can’t see it?” You ask, faking offense, wracking your brains for ideas.

“Methinks thou doth protest too much,” San says, and you can hear him smirking.

You huff. “Fine, I’ll tell you, spoilsport. It’s one of those, you know…”

You can definitely hear him grinning now. “You know…?”

At last, inspiration strikes. “It’s an ammonite.”

A moment’s pause, and then San asks, “an ammonite?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what an ammonite is,” you say, injecting mock horror into your voice. “I remember your dinosaur phase from fourth grade summer too well for that.”

There’s a moment of silence as San scrutinizes the sky.

You smirk the longer he doesn’t reply. “So, you know. An ammonite. Duh.”

“That…” He says, staring at the place you’d pointed out, “…is genius…”

You grin.

“....ly stupid.”

“Hey!” You turn and smack his arm, laughing. “You were going to say it was a fuzzy worm!”

You pointedly ignore how cute his dimples are, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. “At least mine wasn’t a fossil.”

“You didn’t make any rules except ‘it can’t be boring like a real constellation’!”

“I’m changing the rules now, no fossils.”

You scrunch your face up into an indignant, scowling pout. “Starting now. Mine counts.”

San rolls his eyes, but a grin tugs at his lips. “So needy. Fine, my turn.”

“And you can’t start from where I just made one,” you remind him.

“Yah, who’s in charge here, anyway?” San complains.

You scoff. “Who said anything about someone being in charge? Besides, you’ve got loads of other stars to work with.”

“But I wanted to work with those stars.”

“Bo-ring.”

“Ah come on, they’re all fake constellations anyw—whoa!”

You both jolt, eyes wide, as the brightest shooting star you’ve ever seen hurtles through the sky above. It’s huge, the tail burning fire from one horizon to the other in a brilliant slash.

As quickly as it comes, it fades, but the spell it casts lingers over you both. Both of you fall quiet, staring up into the stars. Everything comes into focus that you hadn’t been aware of before—the soft chirp of crickets from the nearby woods, the barely-there breeze stirring across your legs, the earthy smell of the baseball diamond. How close Choi San is lying next to you, on this blanket, the two of you in a world all your own.

“That was…amazing,” San breathes.

Your throat is dry. All you can do is nod.

“Did you see that?”

“Yeah.”

“It was huge,” he says, shifting a little on the blanket. “I’ve…I feel like I need to make a wish. Should I make a wish?”

You wish your feelings could just go away. “Nah, not on that one. You kidding? It was way too big for just a wish. That was like…a sign, or something.”

San sounds thoughtful. “A sign of what?”

“Like, anything.” Lying here next to him feels more and more dangerous by the second. You sit up, still staring at the sky. “That’s a sign for anything. Like a big thumbs-up, you know? The universe saying, ‘time to go for it’.”

“Go for what?”

“Whatever’s right in front of you, man,” you say, just rambling at this point. “Got a dream school you’re shooting for? Send in the application. Up for that promotion? Assert yourself. Someone you want to see? Gotta shoot your shot. Life’s too short and shooting stars know about it. Like, you saw that one, it was huge and bright and beautiful and it just fizzled…out…”

You stop talking, mind going blank, when you feel San take your hand, twining your fingers together.

You look down at your hands. He really is holding yours; you aren’t just imagining it. His thumb brushes over the back of yours gently, once, twice, and your entire being feels like a live wire.

He clears his throat in the silence that follows. “I, um, then I guess this is just…me, shooting my shot, then.”

Your gaze trails from his hand up his arm, over his shoulder and neck, settling on his face. He’s staring resolutely up at the sky, like the stars have just started tap-dancing. “I mean, you know, if that’s…cool? Maybe? Since you said the star was a sign and not for wishing…maybe this was a bad idea—”

“You’re shooting your shot with me?”

“Not because I don’t like being friends or anything!” San says quickly. “Honestly I haven’t said anything for a while because I didn’t want you to…I guess I was just worried that…and like, we can totally just be friends, that’s super cool, we can just forget this happened at all—”

“Stop talking.”

He falls silent, and you take the moment to calm the veritable tornado of thoughts and feelings whipping through your head at breakneck speeds.

“I…” You trail off. Where are you even supposed to start? “I’m not…I mean, I like being your friend, too, don’t get me wrong, but like…”

You squeeze his hand. “This is cool.”

Slowly, San sits up next to you. “…It is?”

“Way better than cool,” you blurt, feeling your face start to burn again. “I’m…god, San, I’ve liked you a stupidly long time and I didn’t want to blow it and you’re telling me you’re shooting your shot because of a shooting star?”

“Hey, that thing had to be a comet or something,” San said, a slow smile growing over his face. “Like fate. Or an omen.”

“I was talking out of my ass about that earlier,” you tell him, pulse sputtering frantically at the way he’s looking at you.

“No, I think that was the first non-stupid thing you said all night,” San says decidedly. He lifts your joined hands briefly and presses a kiss to the back of yours before letting them drop to his lap.

Your head feels like it’s spinning. “The ammonite wasn’t stupid.”

“It was stupid,” he says, grinning at you.

You huff, scowl-pouting again. “You’re so mean.”

“I think you like it, though,” he says, squeezing your hand and looking back up at the sky. “Just a little.”

Your face feels like it’s in flames. “...Maybe. A very little bit.”

You both spend the next few minutes smiling rather stupidly at the stars.

#san fanfic #san fluff #san x reader #choi san x reader #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #choi san fanfic #choi san fluff #san fic #choi san fic #ateez fic #san #choi san #ateez #admin ellie #ellie writes #ellie’s fluff #everyone look away im feeling e m o t i o n s over him #idiots in love is the best trope come fight me over it #summer camp au

[dykeumentaries]

I'm a lesbian. I like movies with ladies being lesbians, or being in love with other ladies without much said on their orientations. I'm going to compile them and let you know if i think they're any good because why not? It'll be an ongoing project, ever expanding as time goes on and I watch more movies.

Good (I think you should give these ones a shot)

Meh (They're fine and watchable, but if you were my buddy I wouldn't personally recommend them to you)

Not Good (These movies just don't work well at all and you can spend your time doing something else rather than watching them)

Not Good, But Entertaining (These movies don't work but they're funny in their messiness)

The Full List™ under the cut

Good

Desert Hearts

You Can Live Forever

D.E.B.S.

Pariah

The Miseducation of Cameron Post

Stolen Moments

Last Call At Maud's

The Watermelon Woman

But I'm a Cheerleader

Fried Green Tomatoes

The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love

Late Bloomers

Thin Ice

The Handmaiden

Portrait of a Lady on Fire

Tell it to the Bees

Lovesong

Edie and Thea: A Very Long Engagement

Cloudburst

Circumstance

Codependent Lesbian Space Alien Seeks Same

Gender Trouble: The Butches

Appropriate Behavior

Go Fish

Bottoms

Grandma

Duck Butter

Saving Face

Wild Nights With Emily

Forbidden Love: The Unashamed Stories of Lesbian Lives

Shiva Baby

Pride Divide

The Half of It

Ellie & Abbie (& Ellie's Dead Aunt)

Rafiki

Can You Ever Forgive Me?

The Sympathy Card

The Early Works of Cheryl Dunye

Nyad

Blue Jean

Meh

Chely Wright: Wish Me Away

Carol

It's In The Water

Better Than Chocolate

High Art

If These Walls Could Talk 2

First Girl I Loved

Disobedience

A Secret Love

Anatomy of a Love Seen

Battle of the Sexes

Imagine Me and You

I Can't Think Straight

Crush

The Feels

Happiest Season

Gia

All Over Me

Fucking Åmål (AKA Show Me Love)

Princess Cyd

Kissing Jessica Stein

Bound

The World Unseen

The Perfection

Booksmart

Walk With Me

August at Twenty-Two

Ammonite

Not Good

Out of Season

Blue is The Warmest Colour

Loving Annabelle

Jenny's Wedding

A Perfect Ending

The Prom

Lez Bomb

Personal Best

Not Good, But Entertaining

Love Is All You Need?

#text

[visualdiary2024]

I was thinking about clothes today and two movies popped into my head. "The Banshees of Inisherin" and "Ammonite" with Kate Winslet. Her clothes are fantastic in this movie. The knitted sweaters in "The Banshees of Inisherin" are also fantastic. But "Ammonite" reminded me of something last summer. I found 12 Hühnergötter at once on the beach and picked up all the stones I found beautiful. I put them in a pile in front of my tent to see which ones I would keep later. At some point, the guy camping next to me approached me and asked about the stones I had collected. And I said. Oh that's nothing, I have no idea and just put in what I like. But he sounded like he had a clue and was genuinely interested. So we looked through the stones together and found a piece of a fossilized sea urchin and a piece of an octopus. It turned out he was from the town I moved away from 9 years ago and is a biologist. He was there to watch birds. He had an incredibly large pair of binoculars with him, with which I could see the craters on the moon. It was a wonderful encounter. Later, a storm came up and I woke up in the morning in a 10 cm deep puddle. But my tent held tight :)

About the knitwear in "The Banshees of Inisherin"

Makes me miss Ireland even more than I already do.

#ammonite #fossil #sea urchin #octopus #its always the sea #ireland #knitwear #irish sweater #the banshees of inisherin #knitting

[museaway]

Some things I've enjoyed in the past month! If I react positively to something, I generally like it whether or not it has flaws. I'll just mention what I appreciate!

read

The Housekeeper and the Professor, Yoko Ogawa. I adore this author. This book was gentle and a little heartbreaking, and really lovely. I cried over the love reveal.

The Secret Talker, Geling Yan. I won't spoil it, but while the premise is kind of absurd, the book was a wild ride. I couldn't put it down. (check warnings on this one)

my storygraph

watched

The Best Offer, 2013, starring Geoffrey Rush. A famed auctioneer becomes entangled with a young heiress who won't leave her house. The twist in this hurts. I think about it a lot.

Safe, 1995, directed by Todd Haynes. Brilliant lead performance by Julienne Moore. Disturbing look at how society treats disease. The 90s sexism rang loudly. I've admired Todd since Velvet Goldmine and don't know how I missed this one.

Ammonite, 2020, starring Kate Winslet in a fantastic performance. Watched via Kanopy (ty, library!). Melancholy love story between two women and exactly my speed. A+ on the intimacy but has an ambiguous ending. Loosely based on paleontologist Mary Anning, who is also featured in Tracy Chevalier's novel Remarkable Creatures (probably my favorite of hers).

on repeat

Jade by X JAPAN. This song goes hard. The rock opening shifts into a power ballad. I didn't think I'd heard of this band until last year, only to discover that one of my college J-rock favorites (Crucify My Love) is also theirs. Small world etc.

Aftermath by Muse. I've been looping this song for a couple of months. Something about it just goes right for my heart. Haven't been able to get enough of Neutron Star Collision either.

discovered

Google Calendar has integrated Tasks, and you can even put them in tidy columns! At the top of the calendar page, just click the little checkbox to toggle between calendar and tasks view.

#read + watched + on repeat #I think I'll do this every month #I looked for Tasks last year so I'm not sure when they did this #but the calendar integration is certainly new for me #they integrated it into Gmail and Docs a while ago which was fantastic -- changed my pro workflow #but I've been unable to get to Tasks itself via desktop until a few days ago #absolutely thrilled

[jewish-unicorn]

So yesterday

I watched the movie Ammonite with my friend Sasha and it was so fun! She told me about this movie ages ago and I didn't watch it but I went over to their house a week ago and watched half of it but he invited me back yesterday to finish it so I just wanted to say, "thank you, Oscar, for introducing me to Ammonite!!"

@r3m-ster

#ammonite #movies #anyways have a nice day #noah stuff #mutuals

[iwanthermidnightz]

So to recap on the movies Taylor mentioned:

When she was making 1989 she watched John Hughes movies like Sixteen Candles and The Breakfast Club over and over again.

During the pandemic, she watched back to back Guillermo del Toro movies like Devil’s Backbone and Pan’s Labyrinth. Which turned her whole world into folktales, forests and mythical creatures.

Shape of Water is one of her favorite films ever. Also directed by Guillermo del Toro.

She mentioned watching Rear Window (during the pandemic) which (seemingly) was used as inspiration during Lover Era (ME! Grace Kelly Dress).

She combined some of those cinematic inspirations in films that she loves on an album that is her telling stories from other peoples perspectives in a very folktale [way].

The next record (evermore) she was nonstop watching Sense and Sensibility, the Ang Lee version with Kate Winslet (she forgot to mention Ammonite with Kate Winslet and Saoirse Ronan as very visual inspiration for evermore iykyk but I digress ;)

She says with this one, her obsession with this period of time in the 70s where “you started seeing these romantic films where these two characters are so beautifully intimately woven together and then they just unravel the braid right in front of you and you just can’t believe it, like The Way We Were, Love Story, Kramer vs Kramer.”

In terms of modern films that she loved that lended themselves to making the All Too Well short film was Marriage Story, which really upset her for months. And the short films The Souvenir Part 1 and 2. She “loved the fact that it was about this young woman who experiences this extreme heartbreak and despair and then makes something, it’s just like… exactly what I want to see in a film.”

#like her at the end of that clip freaking out over heartbreaking movies is exactly me when i see any type of gay movie #god can she please talk more about the films shes watching cause you know she left some very important ones out

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Hey I had a weird and freaky thing happen today. I was trying to take a nap and was turned onto my right side, putting a bunch of pressure on it, and then my eyes and mouth started to twitch and I thought "huh, that's weird. I'm going to open my eyes and see how I feel" and then came to realize that hey, I can't fucking open my eyes, and I can't move my right side, and I just laid there trying to get my dad's attention from across the couch with only my left hand and the ability to move my mouth but not speak, and I thought to myself "come on. Just open your fucking eyes" and finally I did and I was completely fine.

But no, I don't think I had a stroke. I think it was a dream. A freaky dream, but a dream nonetheless. Anyway, this is why I don't take naps.

But enough of my traumatic nap, I have more content. ENJOY.

First, Previous, Next

Charlotte lightly kicks the door open, then she and Nimona drag Ballister over the threshold. They move him across the room, and Charlotte carefully deposits him on the couch. Once he's safely down, she sighs and rolls her shoulders, looking around.

"This place was so magical to me when I was a kid. Now it's just...Sad looking," she says, setting her hands on her hips. Nimona sighs.

"Yeah..." Charlotte looks over, watching Nimona's face morph into mischief. "But it doesn't have to be." Oh, Charlotte doesn't like that look.

"Nim, you just broke Ballister out of prison. You do not need to be going back in public right now," she says, an unimpressed look on her face as she crosses her arms. Nimona grins at her.

"I'll just be gone for, like, 30 minutes!" she says. Charlotte raises an eyebrow.

"Nim," she says, a warning in her voice. Nimona groans.

"Come on, Chari, don't be such a wet blanket," she says, but she's already backing toward the door. Charlotte blinks at her, unimpressed gaze unmoving.

"I'm serious, Nimona." Nimona cups a hand around her ear theatrically.

"What? Sorry, Chari, can't hear you! Be back later!" she says loudly, before turning and rushing out the door before Charlotte can stop her. The blonde sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, then walks toward the door and closes it. The least she can do is clean up while Nimona is gone.

Just as she's finished neatly setting Ballister's armor aside and has covered him with a blanket, Nimona bursts through the door.

"I've got the stuff!" she declares, carrying in two bags in her arms, and another with the tail emerging from behind her. Charlotte raises an eyebrow at her as she looks at all of the bags.

"And how did you-" She cuts herself off, then sighs. "Never mind, I don't want to know. What did you buy, Nim?" Nimona proudly sets her haul on the coffee table by the couch, starting to unload it as she talks.

"I got some super metal decorations for the lair, some grub because boss's fridge is empty, and...oh, look at this!" Nimona proudly holds up a box to show it to Charlotte, and Charlotte smiles as she realizes it's a board game. Not just any board game, though. World Domination. She remembers playing it with Ballister and Ambrosius when they were kids. Ballister always liked the game, but she can now admit that she and Ambrosius were extremely sore losers. Must be a Goldenloin thing.

"Looks like a good way to pass the time while you two hide from every knight in the kingdom," she says. Nimona blows a raspberry and sets the game aside.

"We're not hiding. We're plotting," she says. She suddenly pulls some papers out of one of the bags. "Speaking of, I got some stuff to update the murder wall!"

"I sincerely doubt that Ballister has a murder wall, Nim." Nimona scoffs.

"Whatever. Do you want to help decorate or not?" she asks. Charlotte glances around the very dull, sad looking hideout, then down at Ballister. He's probably going to be unconscious for a while. Finally, she sighs.

"Alright, what the hell? Where do you want to start?" she asks.

2/?

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @madlad06 @xxlunadrawsstuffxx

#nimona #nimona oc #nimona 2023 #nimona movie #ballister boldheart #who is once again present but unconsious #original character #oc: charlotte swiftheart/corova #nimona nimona #nimona netflix #nimona film

[criptochecca]

I saw your letterboxd review. Do you know any "woman leaves husband for another woman" movies, even if they're *bad*? Maybe you should make a list 👀

Green fried tomatoes (although it’s mostly just implied in the movie) (also the husband is physically abusive). Disobedience. Bound. Ammonite, i think, but i never watched it. Portrait of a Lady on Fire, but not at all actually. I say novitiate counts because she cheats on god with another nun (but then she becomes a nun anyway and has no more lesbian affairs that we know of. Sad). The manga run away with me girl (best yuri) (also abusive husband)

[rainbow-scarab]

The Ancient Sea of Hallownest: Part 2

The Geology of Hallownest

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

<Theory Masterpost>

Hallownest is built on top of death. And it wasn’t just the casualties from the infection and vessel plan. The very rock that Hallownest is built into is entirely full of fossils.

From the top to the bottom, in every layer of Hallownest you can find some sort of shells or bones. The currency is made out of fossils. The houses are made out of some kind of shells or bones. Corpses of giant creatures can be found in various locations.

I had to wonder, what were all these fossils that you find everywhere in the background? They don’t look like any of the creatures in Hallownest. For instance, some of them just look like straight up bones, as you would find in vertebrates rather than the invertebrates bugs are supposed to be, with their exoskeletons.

There are a couple examples of bugs in game, however, such as the brooding mawlek, or the dead creature in Mato’s house, where the bugs of Hallownest do seem to have skeletons, so I’m taking it as a quirk of Team Cherry’s worldbuilding.

What caught my eye the most though were all the round shells you see as fossils. I wondered at first if they might be snail shells. They are often in a spiral shape, after all. But I’ve never seen snail shells quite like that.

The snails in game do have these spiral shapes, but their shells don’t seem to keep that same tight form as the fossil shells, nor their ridges. I considered the shells on the shore of the Blue Lake as well, presumably from some species that still lives or at least did before the infection, but they seem even less similar to those fossils.

Many of the fossils are spiral, and some are more like concentric circles. Some definitely have a spherical look and I’m not entirely sure what to make of them, like if they’re related to the Black Egg or arcane eggs.

I was beginning to wonder if some of these fossils might be more aquatic in nature. Like seashells you might find on the shore. Or perhaps something more ancient, like ammonites, an extinct type of mollusk and distant cousin of snails.

All fossils are by definition pretty old, formed with the rock, so something like ammonites would make sense. And as I looked through images, the forms of ammonites look similar to a lot of the fossils in Hallownest, with their fairly tight spirals and their ridges. Ammonites are also very common fossils in the real world, and certainly one of the most famous. For other marine fossils I’m less certain.

Now, I’m not a marine biologist or paleontologist or geologist or anything. I just like to read about science and watch documentaries. But what I have learned over the years was coming into my head thinking about the possibilities of marine fossils. Not just of the fossils themselves, but of the kind of environment they would come from and how they would get to their current location.

In other words, I started examining the possibility that Hallownest used to be ocean.

The most common type of cave (in real life) is one formed from limestone, which is a sedimentary rock formed from ocean sediments. It is…mostly made of ocean life! Tiny skeletons and other biological material that fall to the ocean floor, build up, and compress into rock over time. It often preserves fossils within it. Caves are commonly made of the stuff because limestone is easier to dissolve than many other rocks, so groundwater and such can create caves when it comes into contact with the rock over time. This link has an overview of the formation of limestone, the fossils within, and limestone caves.

After the rock is formed, plate tectonics can move it elsewhere, and what was ocean floor can be raised up into land and mountains. I will just be assuming this process.

The fossil distribution throughout Hallownest is not uniform. In the Ancient Basin and the Abyss, there’s almost a complete domination of ammonite-like fossils. But that’s not true of everywhere. The look of the rock and the fossils changes, depending on how deep you are underground.

Some of the fossils in the upper layers are more similar to ocean life, with quite a few of them being in spiral shapes. But as I’ve said, some of them are more skeletal. In one case we have the inclusion of a modern species, a goam. But it’s still a fossil.

Before I can highlight the significance, let’s go over how fossils are formed:

The most common method of fossilization is called permineralization, or petrification. After an organism's soft tissues decay in sediment, the hard parts — particularly the bones — are left behind. Water seeps into the remains, and minerals dissolved in the water seep into the spaces within the remains, where they form crystals. These crystallized minerals cause the remains to harden along with the encasing sedimentary rock. In another fossilization process, called replacement, the minerals in groundwater replace the minerals that make up the bodily remains after the water completely dissolves the original hard parts of the organism.

In other words, the fossils are formed alongside the rock around them, the remains of creatures themselves turning into rock. Fossils cannot just form in place, by the remains just sitting around. Perhaps you could have mummified remains, but not a fossil.

In the case of the goam, it’s even said by the text to be within the rock. Goams do naturally burrow in the ground, but again, that alone would not cause fossil formation after death.

Goams might be a very ancient species. I would say they do even bear a resemblance to marine worms, many of which are predators who pop out of burrows in the ocean floor. Could the goams have lived in a marine environment and transitioned to a land one? Perhaps.

I was looking at some images of the Wanderer’s Journal (don’t own it myself—thank you @ruthlesslistener), and saw this bit about all the…bug “statues”:

…What?

What is this implying?????

What could possibly happen to corpses to turn them into fossils, or fossil-like statues!?

I tried to survey these “statues” in the game, as well as other corpses and fossils.

The statues are found in diverse locations. Some of them are in remote locations or behind breakable walls. Were the statues placed there? Or did bugs somehow just die in place there and something weird happened to them?

Some fossils in the rock look somewhat like these bugs, as I circled in red above. Though I’m not sure they look quite close enough to the form of intelligent bugs.

I also compared the corpses in Resting Grounds. They look to have wrappings around them. Some of the statues look like they could have wrappings, but not all of them.

I do find the statues to be odd, if they were actually formed from real bugs, in that their bases don’t look like naturally standing bugs. They look like they were made to be wide bases for stability, rather than the rounder forms standing on legs of modern bugs.

None of this really touches on how such statues might be formed, if they were bug fossils. Something supernatural perhaps. I started entertaining some wild notions about the caverns filling with volcanic ash (that later eroded away). As if perhaps, when the Radiance may have fought the Ancient Civilization (not to get too into this lol), perhaps she fought them with….volcano powers……as an extension of the sun motif….. Yeah I dunno my thoughts were getting pretty out there, there’s nothing to indicate such a possibility.

I had to wonder if some of these fossils could have been added later. If perhaps even all the rock above the lower levels was a later addition. –Er, regardless of the reality here, the layers are still distinct. But I mean, I was considering that after the land was already formed and not an ocean anymore, the lower caverns formed, and people living there and everything...after that, perhaps something weird happened and the upper parts of the land formed, or they gained their fossils. Not so sure about this though, as some of the upper fossils are still of marine creatures. And. And that's nothing like how normal geology should work.

It’s possible that something supernatural happened, and the remains of later creatures got mixed up in the rock somehow. Yes, after all my explanations of rock and fossil formation, it might have to be thrown out the window. I do think Team Cherry was inspired by many things of real science. But just as their bug designs are more suggestions of bugs than faithful counterparts to real creatures, they may take great artistic liberty.

I don’t have that many answers for these mysteries. But I do think we can think of the lower levels of rock in Hallownest as distinct from the upper levels, the lower levels being solidly marine, ammonite-like fossils.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

<Theory Masterpost>

#hollow knight #hollow knight theory #theory

[cantsayidont]

September 2020. Not to be confused with the Nicola Griffith sci-fi novel, the Francis Lee film AMMONITE is a slow-moving, grey drama, positing a romantic and sexual relationship between paleontologist Mary Anning (Kate Winslet) and Charlotte Murchison (Saoirse Ronan), who later became a noted geologist. (They were friends in real life, although the movie's depiction of their relationship is speculative.)

Like the very similar PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE, the story wants to make a feminist statement about the social and professional marginalization of women (Anning is frustrated that the members of the Royal Geological Society — which she isn't eligible to join — are getting great mileage out of her work without compensation or credit, as she lives hand to mouth selling fossils and shells in a little shop), but it's also determined to separate its feminist thesis from socioeconomic class in a way that ultimately feels very uneasy.

Winslet is quite good, but the script doesn't ever really get into Anning's head, so her two main modes are prickliness and repressed wlw "I am, regrettably, attracted to you, so I must ask that you immediately go far away and never speak of this again." A subplot about Anning having previously had a fling with an older woman (Fiona Shaw) feels underdeveloped, and while the film centers on a particularly vivid sex scene, its version of the Anning-Murchison relationship isn't really convincing. It also ends on an odd note that doesn't seem to jibe with the fact that the real women remained friends for most of their lives, if more in correspondence than in person. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Indeed. VERDICT: If you're not just watching for that scene, it's typical underwhelming bourgeoisie art house filmmaking.

#movies #hateration holleration #ammonite #ammonite film #francis lee #fiona shaw #kate winslet #saoirse ronan #mary anning #charlotte murchison #wlw #lesbian movies #i was extremely unimpressed with portrait of a lady on fire #which is so willfully disinterested in the obvious class divide between the characters #that i kept wanting to throw something at the screen #this and mare of eassttown do at least reassure me #that winslet *can* in fact act and the regime was just a weird lapse #that the film could have also included a sex scene #between kate winslet and fiona shaw #and chose not to do so #should also be counted against it tbh

[llyncooljones]

sing me to sleep - rowaelin yulemas swap.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin masterlist

gifter's note: i really hope you like this, as per your guidelines i tried to keep sexual content and trigger content to a minimum but i seem to be pretty bad at eliminating them entirely. i really hope this level is okay, and the meet-cute is one of your dreams. as someone from the UK it was so fun to write a little british au, and all the tube stuff is painfully accurate! sorry if you had hoped for something a little more festive, or a little longer (exams and being really ill don't mix well with writing over 6k, which is what i had hoped for this au)

merry christmas @thegloweringcastle, hope you enjoy!

word count: 3122

trigger warnings: language, slight sexual innuendo/content

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life  @rowaelinismyotp  @backtobl4ck @fireheartwhitethorn4ever  @elentiyawhitethorn  @rowanaelinn  @autumnbabylon  @leiawritesstories @letstakethedawn @thegloweringcastle @rowaelinyulemasswap

the london underground, commuting time.

Aelin wondered what went through someone’s mind when they decided to fall asleep in public. She couldn’t help but be concerned for both their mental state and their common sense. Because she could swear, hand on her heart, swearing to the fucking gods, that she would never be so stupid.

She kept her thoughts on staying awake, on making sure her eyes remained painfully open, so wide that if she weren’t riding the London Underground, someone might ask if she were okay.

The good news was that she was riding the London Underground, and a could-be-high employee from the office of some obscure marketing company was the most normal thing most of her fellow passengers had seen all day. So, it didn’t matter, even as her eyeballs began to dry, began to hurt, and began to slowly shut.

She blinked herself awake again, she would not become a hypocrite purely because she’d stayed up all night watching the football with her best friends and losing her mind on social media as she trawled through Rowan Whitethorn’s Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok.

As well as his team’s accounts too, and finally the stories and recent posts of his teammates'. she wasn’t particularly proud of herself for the rabbit hole she had fallen into but forgave herself in the name of being human (and a red-blooded woman).

Who in their right mind, and their right sex drive, could stare at that man for his pre-game interview, highlight reel; the ninety-minute match, and the half time ad campaigns; his post-game interview, and celebration, and not find themselves, happy, by the end of it all?

So now she suffered the consequences, on the tube, trying her best to stay awake and not have an explicit dream about the literal man of her dreams. She tried not to think of those hands, and how she knew those thick yet dextrous fingers would know for some reason the exact pressure she needed her head to be massaged at for her to fall asleep.

She didn’t like the fact that her mind couldn’t escape thoughts of how gorgeous his thighs were and how they would feel under her own as she sat across his lap, as they spooned in bed, as she leant against him at one of the numerous fundraisers she would have to attend as a WAG.

And the fundraisers she would host in order to abolish that term because she just longed for it to be gone.

aelin's seat, ten minutes later.

Ten minutes later she was still sat on the tube, now with a numb arse, on the tube. She was warm underneath her coat, and the pinching at her heels because of her new ankle boots was slowly fading. As was her ability to stay awake.

The tube slowed suddenly, the doors opening, people exiting and entering, a vague figure in a baseball cap, with his hoodie hood pulled over his head, and the makings of a tattoo on his hand sitting down next to her, purely the patchwork nature of his sleeve: a collation of lyrics from One Direction songs, and doodles of cats and ammonites making her trust he was somewhat decent enough.

And with the knowledge, she was sat next to a decent-ish man, and someone’s grandma with an ‘I ❤ London’ T-shirt on, she began to debate the actual consequences of falling asleep on the tube because as distant as Londoners were from each other, and as little as they wished to interact with each other, one would surely step in if someone started to do something inappropriate or, illegal.

And if that failed, there had to be an audacious girl on the train who’d grown up loud and proud, and very willing to punch misogynists in the nose. And the throat. And then the genitals.

 Normally, Aelin was that girl, so she hoped positive karma was in the air, and she let her eyes drift closed with a heavy sigh and the thought that Rowan Whitethorn was known for patchwork tattoo sleeves, 1D lyrics, cat doodles, and recreations of the ammonites his grandfather had found on the beach and displayed.

the seat next to aelin's, a few moments earlier.

He hoped, somewhat desperately, that no one recognised him. He wasn’t in the mood, nor the right head space, to deal with fans, or dickheads who thought they could criticise his performance when the last time they had played football was secondary school lunchtimes.

He had slumped to a surprisingly low height in his tube seat, his arse sat on the very edge of the no doubt filthy fabric seats. His AirPods played one of his most random playlists, an amalgamation of songs from friends past and present, from primary school plays to bangers that had dropped during his time at sixth form.

Those two years had been hell, his time split cruelly between the academy at West Ham United, and trying to pass the three A levels he had picked based on ease of passing. But some moments were so clear to his twenty-five-year-old mind that he could hear the music playing in the shopping centre as he and his friends drank from Stella Artois cans, chucking them into the bins as if they were basketball players.

He was hyper-aware of the girl next to him, as the song ended, during the second-long gap between songs, he suddenly heard her slowing breaths, and saw her closed eyes, the slight part to her lips. He was curious as to what colour her lips were exactly, where she had got the little diamond nose stud from, and if he could buy her more in every colour of the rainbow.

As he wondered about her interests, and if she’d be bothered to deal with the bad press that came involving oneself with a football player, she sunk deeper into her sleep. Her head lolling around with each judder of the tube. When they turn a corner somewhat brutally, she fell into him, head whacking against his shoulder joint, and bicep.

He winced, and resisted the urge to push her head away, as it now lolled with each judder against his shoulder. He knew that letting her rest against his left shoulder was a recipe for physical therapy, ice baths, and a thousand and one other things he doesn’t want to do. But more than he doesn’t want to do any of those things, he really doesn’t want to knock her head off his shoulder.

Not only because his mother had raised him to be a gentleman, to be kind and gentle with women when he needed to be, not only because his father had taught him how to ‘woo’ a girl and sweep off her feet (and not put her down until she was in a wedding dress and they were both crossing their front threshold). Mainly because something in her exhaustion called to his.

He hated talking about it to anyone because he felt ungrateful. He got the sense that when he complained about the drain of being a professional football player, about the emotional strain, and the physical abuse of his body, people thought ‘how dare he!’ and only saw the pounds that entered his bank account.

But something in this girl’s freckles, and the waning crescent moons beneath the eyelashes that fluttered with every movement of the underground. And maybe in the vulnerability, she displayed, falling asleep on the tube, her desperation, her willingness to subject herself to the unknown for forty-fucking-winks.

Rowan couldn’t help but ponder the reasons which might have kept her up so late, even as her head dug into the inflamed tissue of his shoulder, and twinges of pain, akin to that of cattle brand, shot down his left arm.

The things he was willing to sit through and suffer for this girl on the tube, with spun gold hair, and a certain je ne sais quoi about her.

But before he can further consider what it is about her that calls out to him in this violent, demands to be seen and heard and tasted on the tongue, he’s receiving a message from his teammate and fellow Stella Artois basketball player, Lorcan.

rowan

did you just get on at stratford?

yes

do you plan to get off at notting hill gate?

yes

are you going to an event there?

no, got plans to meet enda there. we’re having dinner then he’s dropping me back at mine.

good news, otherwise, you have a stalker who is posting about the event you’re currently taking the tube from stratford to notting hill gate to attend an event, from the account rowansbiggestfanevah.

you may want to consider getting off at the next stop. her story already has more than thirty thousand views and she posted it 3 mins ago.

can’t

why

there’s a girl asleep on my shoulder. and she’s snoring really quietly. and she looks like she’s had a really hard day. all exhausted and worried and just precious honestly. don’t have the heart to push her off.

push her off. you’re about to be bombarded, and by my calculations, you’ve got 31 mins left in your journey, bc your phone says you’re halfway between stratford and mile end.

nah, the most that’ll happen is they’ll take pictures bc this is London, and beyond that the London underground. unless there’s an american around here, no one’ll come up to me.

And before you say, I’ve checked, the girl’s scarf and coat cover her face, and the rest is pressed into my shoulder and coat.

which shoulder?

rowan. which shoulder? you better not say the left, you better not. i know that tackle in the second half knocked it, and i know damn well it flared up yesterday after the match. why would you purposefully hurt yourself?

you are exhausting.

the left. and i won’t hear anything more about it. she’s exhausted, and she doesn’t know it’s me, and she’s fucking gorgeous. like gold.

don’t fucking say i didn’t warn you. because i did. i so totally did.

alright taylor, how was growing up on an xmas tree farm?

and don’t hold back, girl, i want—no, need—all of the details!!!

Pulling his cap down lower, and the jacket he had on tighter around himself, he ignored Lorcan’s messages that continued to light up his phone, the vibration an annoying sensation against his stomach, where his phone rested through the fabric of his jacket pocket.

He could see people begin to check their phones, and he braced himself. He felt a little self-centred, thinking that all these people would be somewhat fans of his, or that they would know him, or recognise him. He felt a little self-absorbed thinking only one person on the train was checking their Instagram, and finding out he was on the tube.

But he had accepted that even if he had to fight off an army of crazed West Ham United fans, he would let this woman, whoever the hell she was with the audacity to hurt his heart she was so gorgeous, get her sleep on the train. And then he would take her dinner, in some small, family-owned restaurant that promised privacy, and discrete service.

As a thank you, for existing, or maybe an apology for landing her on the cover of the weekend’s magazines. An olive branch, or an offer. A hint to the way he wanted more with her than he had ever wanted with anyone else. Even if he didn’t know this woman, he felt her. Somewhere deep inside of him, which had remained cold, hard and unfeeling since the death of his parents at eighteen.

He didn’t want to overwhelm her, nor himself, with claims and declarations of love at first sight. And he didn’t want to lie, because the connection they shared was most certainly not love. It couldn’t be. But it was a deep familiarity, a sort of home-feeling when her body had chosen him to fall asleep on.

His body to be so vulnerable with.

But the longer Rowan thought on it, the more curious he became. As he listed all these words and metaphors and similes and equivocal sayings, he thought maybe that when one put them all together, there was an overarching, kind of umbrella term for them.

And he pondered if maybe love at first sight exist, but it couldn’t. Not for two strangers on the tube, one of which was asleep. (Rowan wasn’t known to the public as a creep, but certainly, if mind readers existed, and were on this tube, he would be known to the public by such a moniker.)

He didn’t think too much further about it.

Not as she leant on him, on the tube, and he braced himself against the pain she caused, and braced himself for the influx of passengers, and no doubt West Ham United fans who had seen their Instagram stories, and now knew where to find him.

He didn’t think about how, as a child, he had clambered into bed with his mum and dad, and listened reverently to their stories of finding each other, their meet cute, and their dates. His proposal, their wedding, Rowan’s birth.

And he certainly didn’t imagine little golden-haired children with eyes like pine forests, snuggling into bed with him and this nameless woman (Christ alive, Rowan needed to consult a therapist about this, it couldn’t be normal) as they whispered to their children about how daddy had been on the train, and how mummy had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and how it was the best tube ride of anybody’s life. Ever.

He didn’t. Because that would be fucking creepy of him, and as he mentioned, he wasn’t known as that.

aelin's seat, not much later.

Thickly woven cotton slid against her skin as she roused, her hair falling over her face. The morning light was much too bright as it shone through the room, burning her retinas, and forcing her to turn over in a muscular chest.

The skin was golden, rich like caramel, and soft like the fucking softest thing in the world. Gods, it felt brilliant against her skin, slipping against hers and warming. Her tilted upwards, meeting the awaiting pine eyes of the man she loved, the cute furrow in his thick eyebrows as he watched her sleep.

At first, she had believed him to be a creep, watching her sleep and not seeing anything wrong with it, but since she had seen the light and admitted the behaviour was cute and endearing, (in a creepy way, still).

His tattooed arms encircled her, one sleeve dedicated to his life pre-Aelin Ashryver Galathynius Whitethorn, and another dedicated to his life post- Aelin Ashryver Galathynius Whitethorn. She loved the thought behind each sleeve, and more so she loved the juxtaposition between the monotony of his pre- sleeve, versus the riotous, headache-inducing array of colours on his post- sleeve.

Aelin awoke with a start, her head jerking up only to be pressed back down by a large, strong hand. A hand adorned by rings if the hard points of pressure across her skull were to indicate anything. Her instant reaction was to push against the hand, but try as she might, she could not budge it from her head, nor could she budge her head from the shoulder it was pressed into.

This was karma. This was what she got for trusting the tube enough to fall asleep on it. She didn’t stop fighting, even when her attacker, or restrainer, or whoever the hell it was, leant down to whisper in her ear, “I am doing this for you. There are seven different people on the carriage trying to find me, to photograph me, and if they do, I don’t want your face in it. Because you don’t deserve that, for just falling asleep on my shoulder. “

His voice was smooth and welcoming and calming, and strangely familiar. Aelin couldn’t help but think that she knew this person, so in order to answer her question she asked him, “Uh, who are you? And why the fuck do people want to take your photo?” her tone was accusatory, and she felt bad about it, but said feeling swiftly fell away when she thought of how his hand was holding her head down. She didn’t have anything to feel sorry about.

Nothing!

“Listen, when I tell you this please don’t get at all hyper, or fan girly on me, I don’t think you’ll even know who I am, because you don’t seem the type but, I play football for West Ham United, and my name is Row—”

—Aelin’s ears stopped working, the second the first syllable of his name was uttered, her brain had already begun short-circuiting when he’d mentioned he played football, and an idea had begun to form in her mind of whose shoulder she was pressed against. But when he said West Ham, Aelin almost passed out from shock, she’d been having a fucking dream about the same guy who was sat next to her on the tube, who she had fallen asleep on, and who was the reason she had fallen asleep in the first place because she’d been up all-night thirsting over him and his teammates.

But when the R, and the O, and the W of his name left his mouth, Aelin was sure she’d become paralytic, her arms seemed to go limp, and she fell even deeper into his coat, and she might have even drooled.

“—take you to dinner to apologise for all of this, I know this wasn’t what you signed up for tonight, on your commute. And, again, I’d like to apologise for it all, with more than just my words. They tend to seem quite sad compared to all the other things I could do, with all my amassed wealth and that.” He was trying to sound cool, even to Aelin’s quite distracted ears, she could tell. She found it endearing, and cute and sweet and quite adorable.

Made her want to pinch his cheeks like a grandma, like she knew him. Which she supposed she did, she knew every detail about him that could be known, but maybe she wouldn’t share that just yet. Because it might scare him off, and she didn’t want that. No, not at all.

So instead, she put on her own, faux-cool, tone and responded as if she were merely curious, not restraining herself from shoving her hands under his coat and feeling that smooth skin she’d dreamt about.

“Dinner?” is how it came out.

And he responded, “Yeah, I don’t know when you’re free so: tell me your number?”

She did, she watched as he entered it into his contact list, of only fifty people. She liked that.

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