#al ewing i am begging

[pixiesfz]

more alexia fics please xx

your wish is my command

this was supposed to be a blurb but I had way too much fun writing reader and mapi's dialogue.

I actually hate this one, I don't like what I've done here.

ninja turtles a.p

plot: You try and convince your girlfriend to dress up for halloween

warnings: drunk idiots, reader is a little bit whiny but she is drunk, slight angst

You sat down next to Mapi on the beanbags near the back when the conversation first started, you were scrolling on tik tok with her head over your shoulder when the four turtles showed up.

"I remember watching them!" she beamed with a smile, her drink in her hand as you had your now empty glass next to your leg.

"si me too!" you said with the same enthusiasm "Who was your favorite?" Mapi asked "Mikey obviously, he loves pizza, I love pizza" you said with a drunk grin "Mine was the red one- RAPH!" she yelled when she remembered his name.

"Is that because you're very aggressive and don't listen to orders"

You gasped and closed your mouth when Mapi turned to you "I said that out loud didn't I?" you whispered

"yep," Ingred said before placing a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek "you're right though".

You laughed in Mapi's face before the short-haired girl placed her head down.

You went to get up and get your 6th or 7th drink- you couldn't remember before Mapi slapped your leg "Ow Mapi!" you scolded and she covered your mouth "Shoosh I don't want Alexia murdering me" she whispered.

You licked her hand.

"Ew y/n!"

"Then don't slap me" you whispered back aggressively and Mapi rolled her eyes "I had an idea"

"It couldn't wait?" you asked "no, I'm drunk my mind runs quickly" she rambled and you groaned "what is it?" you asked, impatient as you wanted another drink.

"We should dress up as the turtles for Halloween!" she yelled, you gasped "YES!"

heads turned to you both as you yelled but they just rolled their eyes and went back to their conversations as they realized it was only the two 'trouble makers' on the team.

"okay" Mapi rubbed her hands together "me, Raph, you, Mikey and who will be the purple one who's smart?"

You turned your head to the team and cocked your head "nobody is smart here" you stated "okay well who is the least dumb?" Mapi reworded.

You thought about it as your eyes squinted at the redhead who sat next to Jana "Keira" you decided and Mapi nodded "I was gonna say Lucy"

"Her brains are in her abs"

Mapi shrugged before running up to the red-haired English woman who screamed out of fright when she grabbed her and dragged her over to the both of you.

"I'll test her" you decided "Keira can you get me another drink?"

"No, you've had enough"

"She's smart!"

Mapi pulled Keira down onto the beanbag next to you as you both turned to her "Do you want to dress up with us?" Mapi asked and Keira rolled her eyes as you both gave her puppy eyes.

"Please" you both begged before the English woman finally snapped "fine!" you and Mapi both cheered "Now" Mapi said "Who will be the blue one, the leader"

Your head snapped to your girlfriend who sat on the table, already looking at you.

She got up as soon as she saw your stare and you ran after her

"Ale!"

"No" she deadpanned as she walked away "Are you going to drive home without me?" you yelled "If it means I'm not going to be apart of whatever that is then yes" she replied as you finally reached her and jumped on her back, now away from everyone.

"You don't even know what it is" you pouted "you and Mapi thought of it, I know it is bad," she said "Well if you must know we are planning a Halloween costume" you bragged and Alexia dropped you back to your feet.

"el cariño that is a big fat no from me" she sighed before placing a kiss on your forehead "You don't even know the costume Ale" you wined and the Captain brought your body to hers "I don't dress up" she stated

You groaned, breaking away from your girlfriend "you're no fun" Alexia scoffed "I am a lot of fun"

"Then dress up with us!"

"no"

"Alexia" you whined before the girl picked you up, making you squeel "you're drunk, we're going home".

The whole car ride was filled with questions and excuses for her to dress up with your friends but her answer was still the same.

"I will never have sex with you again" You smirked "You will fold that is not the first time you have made that promise" Alexia smirked as you slapped her hand off her thigh "well I'm serious this time" you declared.

Even with an extreme hangover the next morning, you kept your promise, avoiding the blonde girl at all costs. "y/n are you really going to do this?" Alexia asked as you pulled away from her as she kissed you goodnight.

"I don't know are you still sure you don't want to dress up with us?"

"I am sure"

"then yes I am really going to do this" you shrugged before getting under your sheets.

The date was October 30th when Alexia caught you in your ensuite bathroom holding your costume in your hand, another one on the bench as you facetimed Mapi.

"y/n I spend actual money on these are you sure Alexia won't dress up" the Spanish girl asked through the phone and you nodded "she really doesn't, I even said no sex until she does-"

"I don't want to hear that, you can keep that to yourself" the girl gagged but you didn't laugh "I know it's not a couple costume but I at least thought she would want to celebrate the holiday with me but she's not dressing up at all"

"Don't read into y/n/n" Mapi told you as Alexia watched you through the crack of the door, you looked beautiful in your pajamas but your face was looking down to the costumes, upset "I thought I could convince her" you mumbled "sorry Maria" you said, using the defenders real name.

Alexia turned away from the door.

'I at least thought she would want to spend the holiday with me'

Your words struck her when she realized what her stubbornness had done to you secretly.

You ended the call with Mapi before storing the costumes under the sink and got water and splashed your face with it, hopefully cooling down the red your face had flushed out of embarrassment that you couldn't even get your girlfriend into a costume.

Was she embarrassed to be with you like that?

When you went to bed that night Alexia kissed you on your forehead "Goodnight, I love you" she said as you nodded "you too" you mumbled before pretending to fall asleep.

Alexia watched as you closed your eyes, her mind wondering about in stress, she didn't want to make you feel unwanted she just didn't want to be made fun of in front of her friends.

She didn't know how you did it, she didn't know how you were so open and confident about your decisions and your actions when she hardly ever did anything that put her out in the open, only when asked or when being pushed into the spotlight.

Even then she looked out for you in support, you always helped her in public situations, telling her how good she was and how proud of her she was.

She realized she hadn't done the same for you.

She knew what she had to do.

You were getting prepared for the team Halloween team bonding night, opting not to wear a costume as you laid out your clothing on the bed and got into the shower, you hummed in relaxation as the hot water hit your back as Alexia was in the room next door, looking up the names to the Ninja turtles before giving up and texting Mapi, asking if she was supposed to be the blue or Orange one.

When you walked outside of the bathroom to get changed you were not prepared for the sight of your girlfriend tying the laces of her black boots as she was holding a blue headband in between her teeth.

"Ale?"

Alexia's head popped up "You were supposed to take five more minutes in the shower like you always do," she said, ignoring your smile that grew

"You're in the costume" you pointed out, walking up to Alexia "Yeah, and you are in nothing but a towel, get changed," she said as if nothing weird was happening.

"Alexia are you okay, do you have a fever?" you asked smugly as you felt her head with the palm of your hand which she grabbed softly "I am fine, I just want to spend this holiday with my girlfriend"

You smiled before turning your girlfriend's face to yours bringing her into a kiss and pulled back "Did you do this for sex?"

"no but it is a bonus" Alexia smirked, pulling you in for a second kiss "you didn't tell me we were dressing up as brothers" she said after you leaned out.

"Ale, don't make it weird".

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #la reina

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Ch8 [6~10]

The moment Liz was about to ask her if she was all right…

oh… well yeah you think that stealing something from someone and not trying to cause any harm can be said to be true at the same time, okay you have kleptomania or something?

you don't get it? it's obvious as hell let me guess, the reason she stole the teacup was to aim for an indirect kiss, right? ew fuck disgusting

fan, you say… you speak quite positively

what's wrong with her… oi Fanda pull yourself together

well but even excluding that reason, the most suitable person to entrust this investigation to is Cae Zeus is well… not only is it strange to ask the victim, but he would probably just spread it all around Hiro is well… he's not that trustworthy either, and not to mention Liz besides Klaus doesn't seem to have any intention of entrusting the job to Al in the first place

I always feel this, but Cae plays the role of a punching bag so well he deserves an extra salary

And finally, Zeus broached the subject: why she stole his stuff.

ew,,, don't live like that, you disgusting bitch……

well… how does Zeus think if he doesn't consider it a big deal, her punishment will be minimal; however, if he is unwilling to spare her, her punishment will be increased a crime is a crime, so she should get the minimum sentence at least. don't you think?

no way don't let your heart ache are you kidding me imagine that a student whose name and face you don't know -- who has no connection with you -- stole your belongings for a "personal act" isn't that disgusting

erm… at least you didn't commit theft why do you feel a sense of kinship? you think you're on the same level as that?

that ha no I won't say anything she already considers herself like that, what can I do?

Then she ran to Fanda and put a comforting hand on her back.

hey your sanity are you insane? what… what are you doing no way oi what are you doing what are you doing now am I… seeing things what are you doing right now…??

and if you're going to ask for forgiveness, shouldn't you ask Zeus first before Klaus? he is the victim (besides it's even not that you committed, mind your own business you ^kind^ goody two shoes)

hah don't appeal to emotions, I hate that if she knew what she did was wrong, she shouldn't have done it in the first place after doing everything she wanted and now she says please forgive me? ridiculous as hell

and Fanda tell them you're prepared to be punished, then they may determine that you're willing to reflect and reduce your punishment nothing will change if you just lie down and ask for forgiveness in that shitty and whining manner

I said, that never justifies what she did I'm technically a girl but I cannot agree with this honestly it's even weirder to understand and sympathize with this I nah I give up I'll zip my mouth

Anyway, Liz continued to ask for forgiveness.

oh? well if he says so… or maybe he's so used to this kind of thing that he doesn't think it's a big deal

but I'm begging you turn this sentimental bgm off I'm not moved at all

Well Zeus said he just had one request.

you nutcase,,, take back your textbook too,,,,,,

and why do you like hearing that is your brain upside down or what? and no one has a problem with this? guys??

Anyway, when Zeus asked where his teacup was, Fanda hesitated and reluctantly lowered her gaze.

shush this girl just throws away things that aren't even hers why did she steal it if she was going to throw it away if she put in the effort to steal it, shouldn't she at least cherish it?

now I get it, the labyrinth is just a huge trash can heh comparing the labyrinth to a trash can kinda makes me feel sorry for Luci

After bowing her head and apologizing again, Fanda quickly left the Prefect's room.

well he isn't a Prefect now! but I kinda agree, academy rules don't exist for nothing of course the victim himself said it was okay but… I think it would've been better to impose some symbolic punishment at least?

#shumma plays wh

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

I finished reading the third issue of the Loki miniseries, and was met by a very lovely surprise at the end. (Slight spoilers for the last issue, but the page is the Coming Soon comics, which advertise issue four but other things too.)

Do you see that??? Do you SEE THAT?

If we count The Immortal Thor (and I’m going to exclusively on the grounds of Al Ewing and I’m begging him), that is almost eleven straight weeks of Loki content this fall!!! Let me break this down.

Next Wednesday, August 23: First issue of The Immortal Thor releases. I don’t know if Loki’s going to be in this, but since it’s Thor and it’s being written by Al Ewing and the Loki miniseries is wrapping up shortly after this series starts, I think it’s safe to say he might make an appearance.

Two weeks later, September 6: Loki features in issue 8 of Scarlet Witch and it looks like things might get…steamy??? for a hot sec??? I’ve never considered this ship before but I’m kind of into it??? I’m already predicting that this affair isn’t going to last beyond this issue, and is probably fake on somebody’s end, but you can bet I’m gonna be reading it and thinking about it for weeks and possibly writing fics.

The following week, September 13: Alligator Loki issue 1. This comic has already been posted on Marvel Unlimited, Marvel’s paywall blocked website, but I will say I strongly considered getting the free trial once the run ended so I could read it, so I am THRILLED that it’s finally being released in print. According to the Marvel website, the entire digital run is being compiled in this one issue though, so either the comic is shorter than I thought it was, or this is less of an issue and more of a graphic novel volume.

The next week, September 20: Loki miniseries, fourth and final issue. Now that I’m finally sort of starting to figure out where in Loki’s comic arc this narrative might be taking place, I’m actually really starting to enjoy this series, and I’m going to be sad to see it end.

(Probably 2-4 weeks following 8/23, the next issue of The Immortal Thor will also come out, but I didn’t look that up so I’m not sure when that will be exactly.)

And finally, approximately two and a half weeks later, October 6: Loki season two premieres! As far as I can tell from press releases, there will be six episodes, which means another month and a half of Loki content!!!

Needless to say, I am going to be insufferable this fall and I am very excited.

#loki #loki tv show #loki comics #marvel comics #al ewing #loki miniseries #the immortal thor #croki #alligator loki

[linaselandbasil]

You Too, Ezarel? Pt.2

(Pt.1)

Here's a crisp and crunchy ao3 link for you ao3 besties~

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He crawled towards Lance and knelt down between his knees, looking at him. He wasn't begging for attention. he was demanding it.

Lance smiled and gently kissed him. Ezarel was a little bit offended that the man ordered him to be naked but was still fully dressed, so he took initiative and began looking for the near invisible seam of his armor.

"The audacity." Lance said, pressing a kiss to the other man's temple. It's adorable, he's so focused on looking for the damn opening that he doesn't react.

"-of you to stay clothed, you mean? Help me." Lance had to tell him the bad news.

"No, I don't feel safe in HQ. I'd rather not get naked. Besides, the armor is part of my charm!" Ezarel rolled his eyes.

"If you had any to speak of, it would definitely add to it.... Alright, I'll allow it. I swear, the disrespect you show me! In my own study of all places!" They both chuckled. Ezarel has a certain talent for acting normal with a boner, it's still just chilling in his underwear.

Lance grinned, pulling the elf closer. "I do have a charm, why else would you have invited me?" He began kissing Ezarels neck as he caressed his sides. It didn't tickle, but it still sent the tingles all over his body.

"Because.... I don't know, honestly. I just like you." He tilted his head back and held Lance's head so he wouldn't even think about stopping. Ezarel is stange. He wants to be hit and degraded but he also wants to be in complete control, as if consenting to anything implies giving up any control. You'd think the submissive is the one without power, but if you really think about it, they often just stay put and enjoy themselves while their lover pleases them. Seems like some boss ass behavior.

"Thanks, I guess." He mumbled into the delicate skin on his shoulder. He smells like soap and a little bit like hand sanitizer. He's been making supplies for Ewelein. "Btw, does Ewe know?"

"We're in an open relationship, we don't get into each other's affairs." He felt the ends of his hair tickling his back, it's a nice feeling. "But she would definitely be furious if she knew I said nothing about you."

"If worst comes, you'll tell them I threatened to kill you. They'll believe it, you have the bruises to back it up." Ezarel looked out of his head with a very serious expression.

"Why have you done this."

"It wasn't on purpose, I just happened to have dissapeared and by the time I got to come back I've conveniently been declared deceased. I took advantage of the hand I've been dealt." Ezarel pushed himself away and looked at him.

"You bastard."

"Don't call me that."

"What, does it hit the nail on the head?"

"..... Yeah."

"Bastard."

Lance shoved him off and got on top of him. This is exactly what this little shit wants, let him have it. He shoved a knee between his thighs and held his long arms down on the cold hardwood floor. "You play a dangerous game, one day I might just hurt you for real." He looked down at Ezarel, who was completely silent and had his pretty green eyes open wide.

"I'm sorry." He's not sorry, he just wants what he never had.

Forgiveness, perhaps? His father never forgave him for anything, even if it wasn't something he could change.

"Lance.... I really need...."

"No you don't need. You want. You won't die if you had to wait." He held his wrists firmly while pushing his knee up against the elf's crotch. Ezarel's back arched and he whimpered. "You should see yourself, you're pathetic."

"Please."

"I thought you don't like to beg."

"I'm trying to be polite. Pity me you asshole!" Lance smiled smugly and pressed his knee up harder. "Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Please me, idiot!"

Lance thought about it. "Why would I."

Ezarel turned away and huffed. He's beyond frustrated, he's outraged! "You're mean."

"I am, aren't I?" He let go of Eza's hands and lightly caressed him, tracing his soft skin all the way to his shoulders and down to his hips. It's tickling the elf enough that he can't hide his reaction. "Oh c'mon, you can laugh."

"I won't!"

Lance shrugged. "Then don't." He slid his palm down to the edge of his underwear. "Hopefully you're not as prudent about moaning."

"You know fully well that I'm not. You ought to stop pretending we don't fuck biweekly." Lance chuckled as he pulled the waistband down.

"Doesn't match the drapes."

"Shut up!" Lance raised his hand, as if he was about to backhand this little shit, but he slowly lowered it. He really only wanted to scare the elf. It worked in silencing him, he was hiding behind his arms.

"Those bruises are not from me." He said when he noticed the underside of the elfs wrist.

"It's hair dye."

"No way, you never fuck up."

"Well this time I did. The glove ripped."

"....At least you're not a father." Ezarel shoved his arm on account of the bad jest and earned the wrath of the dragon. Lance got a hold of his arm and gripped it so hard it hurt. "Behave."

"Okay..." He tried to pull away, but he can't. He's not exactly the most athletic guy out there.

"Good." Lance loosened his hold and kissed his knuckles. "You're shaking."

"I wonder why."

He smiled, leaning over the elf. "A mystery we may never solve." He said before going down and kissing Ezarel's navel.

He trailed further down, making his partner pray and hope that he's not just teasing. Lance was, of course, teasing. He stood up and pulled Ezarel along with him. He staggered, not just from his weak knees but also because Lance pushed him. So mean.

"You said desk?"

"Yes." Lance shoves him forward and grabbed his hair. The cold lacquered wood nipped at his skin. His back was used to the floor, but his belly? Not so much.

"You cleared the desk! How thoughtful!"

"Might as well. It's not the only thing I cleared though."

"Nasty." Lance said, pulling the underwear all the way down. "Same drawer?"

"Yes." He went to the other side of the table and opened the lowest drawer. He picked a condom of his liking and an unlabeled tube that looked like toothpaste but it was absolutely lube. I'm not telling you what else is there, let your imagination run wild.

He walked back, taking slow steps. Ezarel tensed up when the man dissapeared from his field of vision, but he didn't turn to look. He jumped a little when his back was softly caressed. "Relax."

"Easy for you to say, you've been terrorizing me this whole time."

"You don't like it?"

"....I do."

"Then shut up." Lance nudged his legs apart with his own while keeping a firm hand on his upper back. He doesn't know how he's keeping it together. He felt a cold blob fall on him, Lance sure isn't beating around the bush. A finger trailed up and down over his hole and he could barely keep the moan in. "Remember your word, blueberry."

"Heh?"

"You said you'd moan, did you not?" He slowly pushed at the sphincter with his fingertip. "I wouldn't want to disappoint me if I were you." He pushed further in.

"Sorry." The elf whispered. He heard a pleased hum. Whew.

"C'mere." Lance grabbed his neck and pulled him towards his chest. He pushed his nose into his hair and gave him smooch. "You're adorable, you know that?" The man took his arms and held them behind his back.

"I'd appreciate it if you took me seriously." He sounded like he was out of breath when he spoke, the constant reminders if his powerlessness really did it for him.

"Who said I don't?" He reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of the elf's cock. "I take you very seriously." Ezarel shuddered as the hand just staid there, unmoving.

"Nobody..." Lance chuckled, he must like the answer. He began moving up, so slowly that he could barely see it, but he could feel it just fine.

"Oh, hold on." He opened his hand and left him without any pleasure. "On second thought, that's not true."

"What??"

"Yeah! You said that!" He gently bit the tip of his ear, he flicked it to get away from it. "That's rude, don't speak to people like that." He yelped from an unexpected slap to his thigh. "I swear, the youth these days!"

"You're like five years older than me."

"Six, bitch." He pushed Ezarel down, once again bending him over his desk. His hands were now free, but he didn't know what to do to them so he used them to put his forehead on. The desk is hard.... Lance slapped his left cheek, making him flinch.

Before he could even process that, he felt the finger working his hole. He moaned.

"There it is." He slowly added another finger and pushed both in. "...This is suspiciously easy."

"You can thank me later, did most of the work before you arrived."

"How thoughtful." He added another finger and spread them wide. The sound the elf let out made his breath hitch. He wants to hear it again, louder. He pulled his fingers out and put more lube on them. He went in and spread them just as wide and the sound filled his ears again. He smirked, feasting his senses in the fruits of his labor.

"Please. Lance."

"What's that?"

"Please!!"

"Please WHAT?"

"..."

"It's okay buddy." He ruffled the top of his head. "I know exactly what you want." The elf heard some ruffling of fabrics and the opening of a wrapper behind him.

"Thank you." He said when he felt strong hands grab his hips and the tip of a certain something being lined up. He grabbed the edge of his desk as it slowly stretched him out.

He stopped mid journey. "You good?" Ezarel only moaned. Lance had a smug grin on his face. Honestly, I don't remember the last time he went without one for twenty minutes. He stopped for a few seconds, feeling the elf clench. "Good boy." He began thrusting. The first one was hard, just to make Ezarel get a little loud, but he settled on a slower pace. Ezarel groaned and leaned back into his hips, that was enough prompting to make Lance speed up.

In his frustration, Ezarel raked at the wood with his dull nails, he whined and groaned as the blue eyed beauty pounded into him. The scent of the man's hair gel and the smell of his sweat mixed together, he might just get high from it.

There's just no words to describe this, it's so good that he's on his toes, arching his back. Meanwhile, Lance is low key dissociating, looking at his little soldier dissapear and reappear again and again. He caresses the elf's sides, making sure his little stickbug feels loved and supported.

The cycle of Lance slowing down and speeding up to keep the elf guessing went on for a few minutes. He pulled on his long hair and scratched st his delicate skin, pulling pained gasps out among pleasured moans. Ezarel felt brave enough to take the initiative and pull one of Lance's hands towards his dick. The pounding slowed down and he was pulled up into a warm embrace of intimate unison. The rough palm of a warrior grazed his sensitive skin as it carefully wrapped around the shaft. He put his own pale hands around it and guided it to finally move, holy fucking shit Lance stop torturing this poor man he's going to die of blueballs!!

He leaned into the armored chest of his date to not fall over. He let go of Lance's hand and reached for the other hand that was now gently gripping his throat.

Amongst all the loving touches and the steady thrusting, he found the release he was begging his paramour for. He moaned and shot all over his dark oak desk.

"Good thing there was nothing there." Lance said, letting his throat go and turning him around. Ezarel nodded and put his chin on Lance's shoulder. "Tired?"

"Mmhm."

"Adorable." He lifted the elf up and carried him over to his chair. "Satisfied?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad." He ruffled that blue head of hair again before he cleaned himself up and buttoned his pants up. He pulled a little box out of his backpack and lit a cigarerte on the flame of a candle he just noticed. He took a hit and offered it to Eza. "Want some?"

The took it. "Thanks." Lance watched him suck the smoke in, he's so proud of his friend for not coughing like he was dying of consumption. "Smells strange. Not the usual?"

"It's a different variety, I had to switch to a more resilient one because the weather is worse at my new base. Hey, remember the first time I gave you a smoke?"

"That was the first time I ever had one, I thought I was going to die!" Lance chuckled. He hit it again before giving it back. "It was traumatizing."

"Let's call it a formative experience." Ezarel laughed, rubbing his eyes.

"Should clean that up before it dries. I don't want to scrape cum." Lance snorted with the cigarette still in his mouth but it quickly became obvious that this was the elf's way to indirecty ask him to do it, because that bitch didn't move an inch from his ass.

"So get up and do it!"

"I don't know which way is up anymore, it's the least you can do!" He looked at Lance with his beautiful green eyes. That's the bestest color in the entire world.

"You asked for this!" He tapped the ash into the soil of a potted plant.

Ezarel gasped with exaggeration. "You come into my study, fuck my ass and call me gay??" Lance was already halfway done reaching for a tissue but changed his mind and threw the cardboard box at the man. "And you dare harm my pristine elven likeness???" They both laughed really hard, but really quietly at the same time. Ought not attract too much attention.

"And what are you going to do about it? Hmm?" He went over and pulled him out of the chair.

"Not fair! You're too strong!" He yelped and fell back as Lance released him. He looked at the cigarette poking out of the man's lips. "Gimme."

Lance sighed and gave it to him. "As much as I enjoy being here, I gotta go soon. I have villainous plans scheduled."

"Aw..." He gave the cigarette back after he took his fill. "Well, I think you just don't want to help clean." Lance, hit the cigarette and gave it right back before going to fetch his gloves.

"I openly and sincerely admit that I don't want to help clean, but you sayin' it out loud won't make me suddenly become a gentleman and stay to help. Bye!" He put his mask on and jumped out the window.

What a gentleman.

...

#eldarya #lance eldarya #lance x ezarel #eldarya ezarel #ezarel #ao3 #eldarya fanfiction

[murdockquills]

shut up i’m manifesting

#i know someone else did this meme but i had to do current comic looks i had to #al ewing i am begging #starnovamora #peter quill #richard rider #gamora #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #gotg 2020 #guardians 2020 #my art #richmora #riderquill #starmora #how many configuration do we have here……… #curly haired rich supremacy okay………….

[url-is-url]

I’m thinking about Venom’s horrifying drooling maw and the fact that Donny Cates made it canon that the saliva is how the symbiote shits.

I cannot comprehend how this creative decision was ANYTHING other than a massive middle finger to fans who ship Eddie and/or themselves with the symbiote.

#LITERALLY SUCH AN UNNECESSARY DETAIL #GOD DAMN YOU MARVEL AND YOUR COMMITMENT TO CONTINUITY #donny cates panning let there be carnage on twitter is THE highest praise because FUCK THAT GUY #venom #venom comics #al ewing i am begging you to make your run remotely enjoyable

[lover-of-trash-and-people]

netflix shadow and bone s1 e5 pt3: peak darklina

the first kiss scene Alina is so beautiful Her little smile as she picks up his kefta after he hears him call out for Ivan to get it like ooh I'm gonna play a little trick on Alek Her making him smile with a joke that's not even funny The tentativeness of it all, them tiptoeing around each other, testing the boundaries Him being taken aback by her offering to help him put on his kefta but still wanting her to and immediately resorting to business voice asking questions about official sun summoner stuff And putting on his serious business face him trying to explain away the gloves by calling them a safeguard, not a sign of him not trusting her abilities the face he makes after saying spectacle either depicting his distaste for the showiness of the event or depicting his embarrassment at how he phrased the sentence, like what the fuck did I just say (more likely the first one) Her quickly turning around and walking away after the eye contact makes her realise how close they are and him pulling a puzzled look as she does so Just. Just how adorable the energy is. Both of them making jokes to diffuse the tension, her gripping the table to maybe steady or calm herself, the looks they give to each other as if engaged in a delicate dance; god-like Him straight up just blinking and looking down and gulping as she says 'we can offer Grisha and Ravkans hope' (could be multiple things he's thinking at this point, and all of them interest me) 'That means a lot to me, Alina.' *her turning to look at his face* 'You mean a lot...' *her immediately lowering her gaze and tracing where her mal scar used to be lmao* 'to everyone' *her raising her gaze to him again* The music swelling as she walks up to him, her barely grazing her fingers against his collar, his eyes looking across hers as if in disbelief, her looking at his lips, and then her closing the gap between them. Him being a little stiff, indubitably from being shocked, and yet giving into it almost instinctively as if he can't help it. The violin coming in powerfully yet softly to emphasize the tenderness of it all. This thing has been made with so much love and I can't contain myself about it. Him opening his eyes half a second after Alina, almost as if waking up from a dream and then, following a relaxing of his facial muscles as he clearly regains his composure, immediately looking inscrutable. Her doubting herself, not losing eye contact as he stands up from the desk, but her sudden fear, regret, and embarrassment clear on her face. Her sides of her lips slowly rising giving way his own self mirroring her and breaking into smile and composing himself and breaking into smile again before saying 'Not many people surprise me, Miss Starkov'. Her now fully breaking out into a smile, her face a picture of unguarded joy, she looks down only to have his gaze follow her face. Both of them giddy in the other's presence and the audience can feel it. It feels like he is leaning in for another one when the sound of the door opening makes them spring apart, regaining their composures and standing at a respectable distance from each other. Her poorly suppressing a smile, him looking at her visibly, her mimicking him with a glance out of her periphery, causing her to give in to her smile completely. Him looking visibly distracted as he attempts to pay attention to whoever came into the room. the Jesper of it all Jesper the mega idiot not being able to control his face from doing a thing as he realises the person who caught him where he wasn't supposed to be is the same person he was making sexy eyes at before and yet regaining his composure in record time The poor stable hand actually being interested in Jesper and being adorable with Jesper just being like charm itself Can you believe looking at Jesper Llewellyn Fahey in the flesh and having him make sexy eyes at you and then forgetting about it? Because I simply cannot. The line about light role play? Felt a little not right. GO OFF STABLE HAND WHO PUSHED JESPER AGAINST A WALL AND KISSED HIM, HE LITERALLY SAID IM POPPING OFF AND

THEN HE DID Zoya Zoya saying fuck off to the random racist comment made by one of the guests, but she was racist to Alina herself? (I mean South Asian-East Asian hate is not uncommon so idk) David omg the cutie pie adjusting his hair at the fete HEARTRENDER FUCKING HUSBANDS Fedyor insisting on Ivan eating the sweet and Ivan's solemn head shake like no babe im on a diet and Fedyor being like heart eyes please eat the sweet my love and then Fedyor holding Ivan's face to make him nibble off a corner and Ivan's face splitting into a reluctant grin Kaz the actor Seeing Kaz the actor instead of Kaz the master of trickery and plans is an interesting thing Kanej being Kanej cute banter interaction, would recommend, 10/10 hints at Arken being sus The look Kaz gives Arken when Arken leaves, I really should have known, I was simply being a clown Darkling and the dumb royalty We love the Darkling suppressing his anger at these otkazat'sya rulers dissing the grisha and the little palace Alina's entrance The soft hum that we hear when Alina enters but we don't see her face Alina's adorable peeking The Darkling's expression changing despite being done af with these mfers and instantaneously on catching a glimpse of Alina, she really has that power huh He really made it look like his pupils dilated and who knows maybe they did Him trying to call her out for not following protocol but him melting and saying 'you look lovely, by the way' Her saying 'you look like you needed saving' I can't breathe you're so cool ballroom at the little palace I must confess I expected the ballroom of the winter fete to be bigger

GENYADAVID looking at each other and pretending not to look at each other, my fucking heart Kanej being Kanej Kaz implying they're gonna try to trick the people into thinking that the fake sun summoner is real and Inej being done with his shit Alina's demonstration HER NAME IS ALINA STARKOV yes mfer The way people back away as he steps, god the power of this man Inej looking at Kaz omfg Okay him clapping the darkness into the room was cool af I love the shadow summoning effects so fucking much The first bit of light that Alina summons lighting up the gold parts of her black kefta, absolute perfection Alina just enjoying her power and then looking to Alek, his lips parting when she does Aw Fedyor looking at Ivan in a I told you she could do it way Genya and Fedyor exchanging glances as Alina besties THE CROWD SAYING SANKTA ALINA INEJ SAYING SANKTA ALINA WITH HALF A TEAR IN HER EYE DAMN THIS IS POWERFUL Jesper and Dima IMMEDIATELY TRANSITIONING TO JESPER SAYING 'SAINTS' AS A NAKED STABLE BOY GETS OFF OF HIM AGAHSJSJSJKS I CAN'T IM CACKLING AT THE AUDACITY OF THIS SHOW HOW ARE THEY SO PERFECT (his name's dima btw) Poor fucking Dima getting frightening orders from his superior as his hookup sneaks out with horses that are definitely not his Arken the little shit Ah Arken why'd you have to go and do this I was actually amused by you before the malyen factor omg Mal's here and someone saw him getting here apparat and faith? The apparat literally jumping out of the palace walls at Alina lol man I do love the religion angle of this universe and it would have been so fucking cool if it were explored a bit better ew apparat that grab was very violent mal/darkling interaction the darkling's reaction at his recognition of mal was so funny ah yes my arch nemesis, the other angle of this teen immortal love triangle how utterly delightful someone explain the darkling's 'are you alright' to mal, is it because Alina was worried sick, is it mind games, is it curiosity, what is it Im still don't know how to feel with them attaching a literal symbol to the sun summoner, to Alina's dreams and to the stag itself 'not until I see Alina' THE LOYAL HIMBO ENERGY IN THIS ONE ISTFG I have never known nose acting until I saw Ben Barnes, he uses his nose in his acting and it is absolutely wonderful; case in point, the 'i beg your pardon' to mal with the rage making his voice shake okay but why is every mal darkling interaction like, everything the prompt answer our baby mal gives and the satisfaction it brings to his face, fucking amazing the darkling being literally struck by this, his mouth literally agape, king this is a 20 year old lmao Baghra! OMG WE GOT A GLIMPSE OF BAGHRA'S FIRE YES Genya supremacy Genya beating Arken up let's fucking go Marie's plot influence and Racism? Yellowface? again? hmm bardugo (then again, I have no authority over this, I'm south asian) Ive already talked about how I'm interested in knowing if and how changing Marie's time and place of death going to influence the plot much because in the books it caused a chain reaction doing a lot of stuff Alina, my love Alina just, laughing with other Grisha, feeling at home, ah be still my treacherous heart Mal's confrontation scene with Alina that was in the books being retconned to Mal calling out to her body double, hmm, probably to make Mal more likeable, I don't have any feelings about this particularly Nadia and Fedyor Okay the both of them, smiling and walking, hand in hand, cute mlm wlw solidarity moment that I missed during the first watch Kanej interacting with Alina Why is Alina literally so adorable The music picking up as the Inferni catches sight of the 'limping man' (what? it was funny when he said it) Blue Irises Alina's face showing a certain sense of calm when Alek shows up Alina's face after the Darkling says 'for you' and presents her with blue irises is something like gasp okay you've got game sexy shadow man mal fite time omg I thought she was taking mal to talk to Baghra or smth not to kill him 🤡 aren't oprichnikis like

otkazat'sya or am I missing smth? Because Baghra's spy is obvs a fabrikator THE DESK SCENE omg the scene hath arriveth the fact that Alina can't stop smiling gods, the flirting 'I don't recall this, being part of the schedule' him turning back and saying 'it isn't' her hiding her face through the cover of smelling the flowers and just how coy she acts, like the literal eyelid batting Ma'am how embarrassing for you to have feelings rn these two are my absolute favs of all time the camera moving as they move from their spots on which they had to stand on to get the shot of their shadows almost kissing her nodding and smiling at him saying 'she'll probably be alright' like okay I'm ready for smooches kiss me already and him going 'don't you think' trying to savour this moment IM SORRY BUT THE FUCKING SCORE AT THE MOMENT THEIR LIPS MEET YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I CANNOT COPE the way his hand is so big that he can almost hold her entire face in it the way she grips the back of his head I'm sorry I feel so disrespectful saying this but the sounds they make+I think that's a um titty grab or maybe it's just a holding someone and the placement was um unintended but I doubt it because everything in this fucking show is so intentional+ the lift up onto the desk+ the faces they make+ um god I'm going to hell for this but when they sort of grind into each other (I understand this is acting and they're just good at their job) but god does all of this make my heart race and also makes me happy I guess LITERAL GIGGLES I can't I'm soft 🥺🥺🥺 his little head shake at the knock on the door when he goes in for one last kiss before she gets off the desk and her eyes going all oy you, go get the door, I'm not going anywhere don't make whoever it is wait is so adorable and domestic her just standing there mouth agape to herself when he walks away HIM STILL FLUSHED AND BLUSHING AND HIS HAPPINESS CLEAR AS DAY ON HIS FACE WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR his gaze flits to her when Ivan says Alina was the target 'I'll be waiting' love, I physically can't anymore Little cheek hold and walk away Her little smile to herself nearly fading before he jumps back in again to her surprise and to ours to hold her face with both his hands and kiss her one last time, and yes, he does kiss like he's being drafted for the war in the morning Her little mouth open and close and then her little smile to herself after he leaves I refuse to watch the rest of the episode right now because no let me steep in the darklina bliss

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #sab #soc #grishaverse spoilers #shadow and bone spoilers #netflix shadow and bone spoilers #six of crows spoilers #sab spoilers #soc spoilers #alina starkov #jessie mei li #aleksander morozova #the darkling #general kirigan #aleksander kirigan #ben barnes #bin bons #grisha #ravka #jesper fahey #jesper llewellyn fahey #kit young #zoya nazyalensky #sujaya dasgupta #david kostyk #luke pasqualino #heartrender husbands

[thewalkingfanfictions]

Revolving Doors -- Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Revolving Doors — Dean Winchester x daughter!reader

Description: At sixteen, (name) has finally found the father she had heard so much about, but never met. Finding him in a bar somewhere, (name) decides to confront him. The big question is, though: Will Dean even want her?

⚠Warning⚠: nothing really, some swearing and mentions of a dead family member

Genre: some angst, some fluff, some hurt/comfort

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Daughter!reader

A/N: I was maladaptive daydreaming and this popped up on the recommended page in my brain, so, here, have this trash. Also, your moms name is Melinda for some reason, I'm too lazy to go change it now. I might end up making this a series if y’all want me too. If you do, feel free to drop some suggestions for some sort of plot for this.

Words without A/N: 2369

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I could see him now from across the bar. Tannish hair ruffled in that intentionally messy look, a charming smile perpetually on his face as he spoke to the pretty bartender. He was the exact picture of what my mother had described.

I always thought I would be able to know who he was if I ever got to lay eyes on him, and now that I was, I knew I was right. 

My hands trembled and my legs felt like jello as I approached where he sat, a two-seated table towards the back of the dimly lit bar, his back always to the wall, nursing a beer and watching the crowd with intense interest. I wonder if he'll recognise me as I have him? Not that there's really any way he should be able to; he doesn't even know I exist.

Before I can even take a breath to calm myself down, I'm standing in front of him, and gazing at him nervously, his eyes—a perfect mirror of my own—gazing up at me with a startled and curious expression. Words piled up in my throat, and suddenly the thought of talking to this man was much more terrifying of a thought than it had any right to be.

You're not backing out now, (name) you've waited your entire life for this moment.

Swallowing thickly, I clenched my eyes closed for a second before musturing up all the courage that I could, and forcing my voice to come through.

"You, uhm–" great first impression (name), good job "–are you Dean? D-Dean Winchester?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he took on a far more guarded expression. 

"I might be, that depends on who you are."

My entire body flooded with TV static as a wave of anxiety came over me. I needed this to go right, I needed to make a good impression. If I failed...

"Can, u-uhm, can I take a seat?" I gestured lamely at the empty seat on the other side of the table from him. If I stood much longer, I feared I'd faint.

At his hesitant nod, I smiled uncomfortably and moved to sit down. Taking another second to compose myself, I opened my mouth to speak, only to be cut off by his demanding voice.

"Who are you?" It sounded less like a question, and far more like a threat.

Shaking the anxiety out of my head, I opened my mouth and forced my voice to function yet again.

"Sixteen, uh, sixteen years ago, you met a woman named Melinda (last name) in a bar a lot like this one, in (home town, state), do you-uhm-do you remember her?"

This is such a stupid idea, why am I doing this? He probably wants nothing to do with me, this is a terrible idea.

His confused expression answered the question easily enough. 

"I- uh–" pulling the crumpled piece of photo paper from my pocket, I tried my best to flatten it out, and locked eyes with my mother for a fraction of a moment before pulling my eyes away and reaching across the table to hand it to him. "Her, d'you–do you recognise her?"

He looked at me questioningly beneath his brow before looking down to study the photo, his face scrunching up in concentration. After a second, he glanced back up at me, mouth quirked in a slight smirk, eyes glistening.

"Yeah, yeah I recognise her. Melinda, heh, yeah," he smiled fondly down at the photo cradled in his hands before locking eyes with me, "we spent a few wild nights together on my twenty-first, she was hot. That still doesn't answer my question, though. Who're you?" 

Ew. 

"My name is (Name) (Last name), and Melinda was my mother."

...

...

Complete silence. His eyes were wide as he stared at me with an unreadable expression.

"I-I'm, um, I turned sixteen years old a few days ago, and uh, I figured I'd try and find you." He still wasn't saying a word, and the more uncomfortable I got, the more I talked. "She talked about you a lot the last few months of her life, and, uh, I dunno, I just thought maybe I could f-find you, y'know... She, uh, she got a bad brain tumor, and uhm, she, uh, she—" I could feel myself starting to tear up slightly, so I looked away from him, and somehow managed to make eye contact with an extremely tall stranger with criminally pretty hair, who was looking worriedly over at us, and slowly walking in our direction.

"So...uhm...yeah..." he still hadn't responded, just continued to look at me with that unidentifiable expression, which actually started to concern me. "Are you okay?" I waved my hand in front of his face, and when he still had no response, I started to think maybe I'd given him a heart attack or something. Suddenly, the big man from earlier was there by Deans shoulder.

"Whats going on here?"

"I—" well, at least he was starting to say something.

"Dean?"

Growing more and more uncomfortable with the second, I finally came to my senses and realized what I had feared would be the truth all along. 

He didn't want me.

Obviously he wouldn't. Why would he? I was just too childish to see it originally.

Bowing my head for a second to try and push back the tears, I smiled up at the two of them and stood from my chair. 

"Al-alright, uhm... I-I'll leave you be, the-n," my voice cracked sharply.

Turning on my heel, I hurried towards the exit, the entire time feeling my father's eyes boring into the back of my skull.

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"—and Melinda was my mother—" my head rang with the words. There's no way.

A kid. I had a kid. There's just no way.

I don't know how long I sat there and stared, but I could see the kid, my kid, growing uncomfortable in my silence. How was I supposed to handle this information? I thought I'd been over this with Ben and Lisa, I wasn't cut out to be a father! I'm not good enough for that, I'd just end up getting her killed.

My kid was talking again, but I couldn't focus enough to hear exactly what she was saying. Sixteen a few days ago? The last few months of her life—bad brain tumor—talked about you—and then her hand was in front of my face, trying to snap me out of it, and then there was a hand on my shoulder, and Sam's voice above my head.

I have a kid? I have a fucking kid, I—

And then she was leaving, looking at me with teary eyes, standing up, and leaving, and I wasn't stopping her. Why wasn't I stopping her? 

"Dean!" Sam was right in front of my face now, shaking at my shoulder and looking at me with worried eyes.

I have a kid. I have a fucking kid.

"I have a kid. The–that– she's my–that...I have a kid!" I watched Sam's eyes widen and he quickly whipped his head towards where she had gone, and was no longer in sight.

The more I thought about it, the more believable it became. Her face was covered in minute freckles, and her eyes were the same shade as mine, bright enough that I could see them even in the darkened bar. Her hair was the same color as Melinda's, I realized, as I gazed down at the photo that still sat in my hands. Brain tumor, something about a brain tumor, and a few months before dying, and... and that means that the kids alone. I-I have a child, and her mom is dead, and she's alone. My-my kid's alone. (Name). 

With energy I didn't realize I had, I bolted up from my seat, knocking it back against the wooden floor, clenched the picture in my hand, and took off towards the exit. 

I refuse to be the same kind of dad as mine was, I don't want to leave her to take care of herself. I can't. But I don't know the first thing about taking care of kids—though she's obviously plenty capable of taking care of herself, if she traveled all the way from (Hometown) to here by herself just to find me. Oh, god, she had to travel all the way from (Hometown) to here by herself just to find me! And–what did she say? Just turned sixteen? God, you're already a shit parent and you haven't even gotten the chance to parent her, you're just gonna fuck her up more than she must already be, having a deadbeat dad like you.

"Wait!" I shouted into the cold air of the night as I burst my way through the bars front doors, though the green-eyed girl was nowhere to be seen. I could feel Sam right behind me as I took off at a jog, looking up and down the street in search of her. She couldn't have gotten that far, right? 

Back to our left, down an alleyway beside the bar, we heard a commotion. Just some mumbled shouting and scuffling about in the trash, but it was loud enough to make an odd sort of anxiety sink its yellowing claws into my chest. Rushing closer, I came to realize that that anxiety had good reason.

A man, no larger than me, but definitely bigger than her, with his arm against her chest and a blade in his hand.

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I threw myself through the doors as quickly as I could, I didn't want to be near him a second longer. 

I knew from mom's description that he was a traveler, that he never stayed in one place for long, and that I shouldn't be surprised if he wanted nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help but hurt from it. Fifteen years of wondering, fifteen years of begging mom to just give me one more detail, fifteen years of missing something I never had. I finally get to meet him, and what? I get my god damn heart broken. I get turned away like a stray dog.

Wiping the tears from my eyes in fury, I barely registered when I walked down the wrong alley. I do, however, take notice of the blade being shoved in my face and the cold concrete wall slamming into my back as I'm pushed against it.

"Gimme yer moneh," the man holding the knife slurred, his breath reeking of beef and alcohol.

It took me a good few seconds to understand what was going on.

"Gimme yer goddamn money, I said!" His arm shoved me harder into the wall, knife coming dangerously close to my throat.

"I-I-I-I don't have any, I swear! I'm sorry, I-I don't have any money," I tried to stall as I reached for the mace hidden in my jacket pocket.

"Yer lyin'! Jus' gimme yer—" before I can get ahold of the mace, he's cut off by someone's hand pulling him away from me. A hand that just so happened to be connected to the Dean Winchester. Ripping the drunk guy away from me, he moved to stand in between us, and immediately gave the guy a solid right hook to the jaw, knocking him out immediately (and rather anticlimactically). Kicking the discarded weapon away from the unconscious man, he turned to look at me, his eyes wide with what looked like concern.

His features softened as he looked at me, and he took a quick few steps forward, hand stretched out in front of him, before I jerked back away from him. Taking notice of my hesitance, he stopped moving all together, and a weather-worn look of pain flashed across his face.

"You're bleeding," he said simply, hand once again reaching out towards me, begging me to let him help.

Raising one hand, I drug it across my chin, collecting a palmful of blood and eliciting a hiss from my throat. The bastard cut me! This bitch!

"Listen, I..." he started, "We've got a place not too far from here, I can patch you up and we can try and talk things out, okay?" He spoke, looking almost...afraid? Ashamed?

"Why do you want to help me?" My voice was supposed to sound fiery and demanding, but instead it came out almost too quiet, and shaking with nerves, and sounded absolutely nothing like me.

His eyes widened, and he glanced over at the tall guy guy again, I assume his lover or friend.

"If you really...If you really are my ki-id, then I'm not about to let you walk around hurt like that."

I stared at him for a second, entire body still shaking with adrenaline and fear. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe I'd read him wrong?

I could at least give him a chance, I thought to myself.

Hesitantly, I reached my hand out and grabbed a hold of his outstretched arm, causing a small smile to appear at the edges of his mouth.

He pulled me forward gently, and leaned back to get a good look at me, probably to see if the drunken bastard had hurt me anywhere else, before glancing back up to the cut along the side of my jaw. He reached out towards it again, this time much slower, and when I didn't pull away, he traced his thumb along the gash and winced slightly, the crows feet around his eyes deepening with concern.

"Sammy, go get Baby." His voice was quiet, matching the tone of the moment.

I turned to look at this "Sammy" just as he was beginning to turn sway, and we locked eyes for the second time that evening. Giving me a soft smile and a nod, his long body took off bad towards the bar.

"Here," Dean's voice pulled me back. In his hand, he held a handkerchief and put it up to the cut, which I winced away from on instinct. Taking the rag from his grip, I held it to my face myself, and gave him a shy smile before glancing away. I never had been exceptionally good at meeting new people, even if said new person happens to be my long lost father.

"So... I have a kid..."

#dean winchester #sam winchester #dean has a kid he doesn't know about #dad!dean #unkle!sam #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x nonbinary reader #dean winchester x child reader #sam winchester x child reader #dean x reader #supernatural #Revolving Doors

[oosteven-universe]

We Only Find Them When They’re Dead #8

We Only Find Them When They’re Dead #8 BOOM! Studios 2020 Written by Al Ewing Illustrated by Simone Di Meo Colour Assists by Mariasara Miotti Lettered by Andworld Design    Tensions come to a head between the Harvesters and the Worshippers at Malik's Flight as Marlyn Chen's true plan is revealed. Meanwhile, Jason will find himself embroiled in a conspiracy and heist that makes Captain Malik's original quest pale in comparison.    It has been a while since I’ve reviewed this series.  I know a lot of folks really like this book and it really is easy to see why.  It is kind of like Dynasty and Breakout Kings had a baby and this is that child.  Impossible heist with all the drama, intrigue, backstabbing  that you can possibly handle and then some.  It is why I love this book the way that I do.  Also the sheer fact that one woman, Marlyn Chen, and her own machinations and manipulations throughout all this is the leading factor that only she is privy to is proving to be one of the series highlights.  I mean this woman is as smart, daring, bold as she is ruthless in what she’ll do for what she wants and she’s been playing everyone around her as the fool.  It really is something to witness and it makes you have this new respect for Al for being able to create and showcase this kind of woman.    I am very much thoroughly enjoying the way that this is being told.  The story & plot development that we see through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reader learns information is presented exceptionally well.  The character development that we see through the dialogue, the character interaction as well as how they act and react to the situations and circumstances which they encounter continues to really bring out their personalities and make them feel like real people.    How we see this being structured and how the layers within the story continue to emerge, grow, evolve and strengthen is marvellously rendered.  How we see these layers being explored and how the avenues open up and beg to be explored.  Whether they work with the main arc or not they all add this delicious depth, dimension and complexity to the story.  The way we see everything working together to create the story’s ebb & flow as well as how it moves the story forward is achieved exceptionally well.    There is a definite style to the interior artwork here.  I love the way we see the faces of these characters, the linework is clean, crisp and strong and the varying weights and techniques that we see being utilised to create the detailed work that we see is marvellous.  With the composition within the panels we see a lot of suggested imagery and how this works to bring out the depth perception, sense of scale and the overall sense of size and scope to the story wonderfully.  There is just something about the creativity and imagination to the work we see that makes this such a beautiful science fiction story and that it just maintains this high quality standard is utterly fabulous.  The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show a remarkably talented eye for storytelling.  The colour work is bewitching.  The various hues and tones within the colours being utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadow work is phenomenal to see.   ​    This book is like the inside of a clock. It has all these moving pieces that rely upon each other to keep working.  It is intricate, strong yet delicate looking and runs like a well oiled machine should and it’s this that Al does so incredibly well.  That I don’t know when one plot line will end or become active and how they could possibly criss cross each other at any given moment keeps the reader guessing and instilling that desire to know more.  With amazingly solid writing and intriguing characterisation wrapped up in these eye catching interiors this is one of those series we just don’t talk about enough.

#Comic Books #Comics Reviews #BOOM! Studios

[assim-eu-sou]

Bia 1:45-46

1:45

- THEY LOOK SO HAPPY :,)

- Alex, the logic isn’t there

- Jskskjsksks Carmín was having none of that

- The Gutiérrez uncle looked VERY uncomfortable

- Ahhhh Paula knows what Victor’s happy look could mean

- Lol “Sometimes Daisy doesn’t even know what she’s saying” I love the activist subplot

- Thiago’s like yes, I would do anything for you

- All 3 of them have news eek

- HAHAHAA CHIARA BURSTING INTO HER BINUEL SONG

- NOOOOOOOOOOOO Jhon not interrupting Celeste when she’s finally gonna tell them… man is on my LAST nerve

- MArketing Carmín is BACK

- Mara, if you ruin this, I’ll jump through the screen and drop-kick you… do you hate happiness?

- Finally, some logic from Alex

- PIXIE!!!!!!!!! <3

- I’m also gonna be drop-kicking the people who cyberbullied Pixie

- MANUEL IS SO SMILEY :’)

- Can this finally be when Celeste speaks PLEASE I’m tired of waitinggggggg

- YESSSSSS FINALLY

- She’s like, that’s it?

- Yesssss we love this show trying to get rid of the stigma around therapy

- Pietro is SO tired of Jhon and tbh so am I

- LMAO Carmín knows how to spin a story

- Not sure how much Jandino is gonna like that though

- Look at Victor trying to be a good big brother

- Anddddd there it goes

- NOT THE LUCAS WOULD HAVE

- Ok, I feel a lil bad for Alex today

- Rip Jandino

- WHA- Victor really just said “Gracias Helena” to “Vera”… he doesn’t know how right he was

- A KNIFE for Marcos. That’s all I’ve got to say

- Is this Bia planning her date outfit :’)

- That’s it, Mara’s getting drop-kicked

1:46

- Knife for Mara, knife for Marcos

- Byeeeeeeee Ana looks so good

- Alright, I can see the Vilena appeal

- I like the Pietro/Chiara friendship

- Ok but WHY could Laix want Camila when they could have Chiara???

- They’re all gonna go to Laix with pitchforks

- Mr. Manuel, waiting patiently with the tickets :’)

- WE HATE TO SEE IT

- Bia I’m BEGGING you to trust Manuel

- I know men are trash but at this moment Manuel gets to be the exception

- :’’’’’’’’’( don’t cry my babies

- I HATE THIS LET THEM BE HAPPY

- WE DESERVED TO SEE THIS DATE

- THEY DESERVED TO HAVE IT

- Someone please give Manuel a hug

- Him crumpling the tickets broke my heart fr

- Ngl Manuel is really getting the short end of the stick in this situation

- Carmín was NOT gonna stick around to talk with Jandino

- Girl squad!

- Oh EW Paulaaaaaa don’t look at his phone

- Gritarle al mundo????

- Ok sure, he can have this song rn

- HAHAH ABOGADO PIETRO I love it

- Manuel is FED UP

- I’m begging you to find her out BEGGING

- I’m SO tired to her

- Mara give up challenge

- Exactly no one is having a good time right now

- Except maybe Victor. But barely even so

- Detective!Victor

- It’s weird to see Victor and Alex getting along tbh

- This over-enthusiastic competitor does seem to care about Daisy though

- Byeeeeee Guillermo looking at Mara instead of listening to Carmín

- Ok but WAIT Helena’s handwriting is pretty

#bia s1 #bia liveblog #bia liveblogs #bia #disney bia

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My Immortal...but make it Pride and Prejudice

For my final project, I decided to rewrite My Immortal (the infamous fanfiction) as if the original author were writing a Pride and Prejudice fanfiction instead of a Harry Potter one! I do not own My Immortal nor do I own Pride and Prejudice! Basically none of this is my original text, all credit goes to Tara Gilesbie and Jane Austen.

Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! Dis stry is like if lizzy wuz goth so itz nut boring! MCR ROX!

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Hi my name is Lizzy Dark’ness Dementia Raven Bennet and I have long curly brown hair with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I live in a town called Longbourn with my parents, my three younger sisters, and one older sister (I’m twenty). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Longbourn. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Lizzy!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Fitzwilliam Darcy!

“What’s up Mr. Darcy?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my sisters call me and I had to go away.

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AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My sister, Jane (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length blond hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Mr. Darcy yesterday! Did you know he has ten thousand a year?!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Mr. Darcy?” she asked as we left our shared bedroom and went downstairs.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Mr. Darcy knocked on the door! One of the servants opened the door and he  walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Charles Bingley and I are hosting a ball at Netherfield Park” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love going to balls!. Dancing is my favorite thing to do, besides reading or walking or drinking blood.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK I KNO THEY DIDNT HV GOFF CLOSE N 1800S!! I JS WNT THEM TO BE GOHT! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN!.

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On the night of the ball I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the ball.

I went outside. Mr. Darcy was waiting there in front of his carriage. He was wearing a his normal fancy clothes and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Mr. Darcy!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Lizzy.” he said back. We walked into hisblack carriage and drove to NetherfieldWhen we got there, we both hopped out of the carriage. We went to the dance floor and danced together.

“That violinist is so fucking hot.” I said to Mr. Darcy, pointing to him as he played, filling the room with his amazing music.

Suddenly Mr. Darcy looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Mr. Darcy sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know him and he’s not even rich.” I said disgustedly.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Mr. Darcy. After the ball, we drank some wine Mr. Darcy and I crawled back into the carriage, but Mr. Darcy didn’t go back to Longbourn, instead he drove the carriage into……………………… the forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok lizzy’s name is LZIZY nut mary su OK! DARCY IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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“MR. DARCY!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Darcy didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Lizzy?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Mr. Darcy leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Mr. Dacry kissed me passionately. Darcy climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Mr. Bennet!

Chapter 5.

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the breakfast room, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He was wearing red contact lenses just like Mr Darcy’s. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko. He was here with some other officers to visit my sister, Lydia.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s George Wickham, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Mr. Darcy came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 6.

AN: stop flaming ok! i skipped time cuz the middle is boring lul so jus pretnd it al happned!MCR ROX!

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I was trying to sleep when suddenly, an horrible woman with beady eyes and wrinkly skin and everything started knocking on the door! She was wearing all black but it was obvious she wasn’t gothic. It was…… Lady Catherine de Bourgh!

“No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Lady Catherine grabbed my arm and I couldn’t run away.

“Let me go!” I shouted at her and scratched her arm. Lady Catherine fell on her but and started to scream. I felt bad for her even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.

“Lizzy.” she yelled. “Thou must not marry Fitzwilliam Darcy!”

I thought about Mr. Darcy and his sexah eyes and his black hair. I remembered that Mr. Wickham had said that Mr. Darcy was evel, but he told me himself it was all Wickham’s fault!

“No! Please!” I begged.

“Thou must!” she yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall tell everyone about how Lydia and Wickhma had sex before marriage !”

“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.

Lay Catherine got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on her face. “Everyone thinks that already.” she answered cruelly. “And if you doth marry Darcy, then thou know what will happen to your sister!” she shouted. Then she ran away angrily.

I was so scared and mad I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Dracy came into the house.

“Mr. Darcy!” I said. “Hi!”

“Hi.” he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No.” he answered.

“I’m sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you were mean to Mr. Wickham.” I expelled.

“That’s okay.” he said all depressed “Will you mary me?”

“Yes!!” i said exitedly and we went back into Longbourn together making out.

Chapter 7

AN: well I hav noffing 2 say but evrt1 stup glamming ok!!111 if any gofik ppl r reading dis den u rok!!!11 omfg im leeving dubya pretty soon kant wait!!! Diz wil prolly be da last chaptah until I kum bak.

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Mr. Darcy and I went to Jan’e swedding to Mr. Bingley and we were all happy and clapped when they kissed! Even tho I’m goth, I stil love my sister and am glad she’s happy. Mr. Darcy and I announced our engagement and everyone was happy. My mom fainted with hpapiness because she knew he was rich lolz. My dad didn’t want tme to marry him at first bcuz he though Drayc was meant to me but I told him i loved him so it wuz ok.

Whe got married and i wore al black corest, red fishnets on my legs and purple fishnets on my arms ,a blakc lace vail, and a lether black skirt. Mr Darcy told me I was beautiful and now we’re married!

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Easter Bernie.

(Call the Midwife AU/ Crown Jewels Easter Special/ Also available on A03 & FF)

Bit longer chapter today. Village meeting, Mount Busby, The Crown, Patrixie tension and flirty Bernie! What more could you want on an Easter Saturday! I know that stereotypical Easter animal... an Alpaca 🦙

Thanks for reading. I had forgotten so much of this even I am enjoying it.

CHAPTER THREE: EASTER SATURDAY.

I hear footsteps creeping up behind me. Saying "You don't have to be alone, you know." (Come Home, Cattle & Cane)

Paddy stood with his back against a familiar barn door. He swished his Bottle It Ale. His eyes were fixed on the thirty-something in smart dark jeans and a long white shirt with butterflies and light reflecting sequins embroidered into it. Her hair was loose, catching the spring sunshine. She was laughing with her friends. Damn, he thought, no wonder he was feeling so insecure.

A hand touched his arm, the long pale fingers with the scarlet nail varnish, signalled to him it wasn’t Inspector Chummy. Trixie stood beside him, nursing a mug of tea,

“I think the crisis is over, she seems to be enjoying herself today,” she brightly attempted to reassure him.

Paddy turned towards Trixie, he was surprised at the edge in his own voice, “Why didn’t you tell me about those sods at the Mission, instead of waffling on about the cookie monster.”

Trixie held on tighter to Paddy’s arm. “I tried too, you were the one fixated on pink bleedin’ wafers.”

Paddy went to bite back, but suddenly saw a glint in his opponent's eye and started to laugh.

“She seemed OK about it when I told her Paddy, it wasn’t until much later I realized it had eaten away at her,” Trixie wasn’t great at apologies, but she knew she had handled the situation badly, “I should have known, you are right.”

“Well, as you say she seems OK today, probably because she knows she can have a biscuit tomorrow,” he joked weakly.

“Don’t find me rude, but I do have my own problems today.”

Paddy looked at her with surprise and maybe a hint of disdain, “What, modelling a few scarfs and mittens?”

“Paddy have you any idea why I am here?” She shook her head.

“Mmm, nope can’t say I have, but then I am not sure what any of these people are doing here, who are they all?”

Paddy looked at the sea of faces milling about the Mount Busby lawn. Bernie was in the middle of them now, brandishing a silver tray of partially full champagne flutes. Paddy would rather she was stood next to him drinking champagne, but she did seem to be enjoying herself. What made him more vexed was another young woman, also dressed in smart jeans and attractive white blouse, holding a similar tray.

“More to the point Trixie, what am I doing here? And more importantly, why also are my bar staff here on a Bank Holiday weekend?” If Trixie thought she had been forgiven, Paddy’s tone made her doubt.

“Paddy I have no idea what you are doing here, I didn't invite you. I did invite everyone else, these are my contacts.” she retorted back, giving no quarter. Paddy looked at her, confused.

She continued with a smattering of arrogance, “And Bernie and Val are working for me this afternoon.”

Paddy scoffed, “You can’t afford them.”

Straight back, “Patsy can, anyway they are doing it as a favour.”

“So why are the great and good of Tweavenside gathered here today,” he huffed.

“I told you, I invited them,” she gave back.

“You only got here two days ago, how did you manage that?” Paddy was suddenly interested.

“Oh, you philistine! I sent carrier pigeons to them all from London,” the laugh was hard.

“Is that Lucille? You have got Lucille handing out drinks. Do you have no shame?”

“Val says she is a natural, you should think about hiring her, isn’t that where you usually find your bar staff, at the church.” She was gone before he could reply.

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“Can I interest you in a glass of bubbly, Inspector Chummy?”

“Well, it would be rude not to, as I am off duty and just Chummy. Thank you, Bernie.”

“Can I be so bold to ask who is running the Crown?”

“Oh shush! Paddy is not happy. Evie, Violet and Jack are holding the fort and Tim helps more when his dad isn’t there.”

“Well, the match was yesterday, so at least you don’t have to worry about the football crowd. Barring them, the whole of Tweavenside appear to be here. So they might not be too stretched.”

Bernie looked around at the invited guests. Trixie had done very well. She recognized a few well known faces. For someone based in London and only putting a foot in Poplar once, her friend had done a good job of seeking out the local money. She glanced at Trixie who was looking rather pale, her house guest had ran through the planned afternoon's events and read her pitch to Bernie several times. Bernie had always been good with numbers, and checked out all Trixie’s estimated figures. Val, Lucille and herself had come over early to help her set up. They had spent Good Friday putting together Mount Busby Alpaca Bags full of freebees, Trixie had somehow managed to beg, borrow or steal.

“Can I go now?” the vibration of his breath on her neck made her almost drop her tray.

“Evie will phone if she needs you. Trixie is doing her spiel next and then it’s going to get busy when people start spending and discussing possible future contracts.”

“What has any of this got to do with me? I am not going to order alpaca wool beer mats, am I?”

“Paddy this is important Trixie is on trial here, a lot depends on how well she does today.” Bernie frowned.

“But it’s Patsy and Delia, not Dragons Den.” Paddy really didn’t get it.

“You know you are always going on about us doing stuff together, does that just mean things you want to do? This is my friend, and this is a big deal for her. We are here to support her.”

Paddy thought better of bringing up his recent church visit and the elaborate plans they were making for Easter Sunday.

Bernie flounced off with her tray. He looked at Trixie talking to Patsy and Delia, maybe he had fallen for her bravado too easily and missed something. Yes, the Two Loves may have been drawing their pension for a few years now, but they still ran a good business from the farm. They had for many years, always adapting with age and the times. Now they were setting out on this new venture, an extension of the alpaca walks. Patsy was still producing art, maybe not at the rate she once did, but her name still sold well. He looked at Delia Busby’s face in deep conversation with a nervous looking Trixie. Patsy had a big heart and may want to help Trixie, but the former Welsh Nursing Sister, was now a shrewd businesswoman and she wasn’t about to dispense any handouts.

“Afternoon Doc.”

Paddy was dragged out of his reverie, “Pete what are you doing here, alpaca socks is it?”

“Security.”

Paddy grinned, “Don’t tell me, favour to Trixie. The woman has been in Poplar for five minutes and seems to have everyone wrapped around her little finger.”

“Well Camilla asked, we have a soft spot for the farm, our first date and all that.” Peter explained. Paddy looked confused.

“Don’t you remember Doc, last time Ms Franklin was here, the alpaca walk.”

Paddy smiled at Pete’s professionalism towards his employer, even though she probably wasn’t paying him. “But you had been seeing each other for years.”

“Yes, but it was the first time we had attended a social occasion on our own doorstep, together. It felt like a proper date, Camilla said as much. She looked at the Two Loves, the vicar and his missus and you and Berns and I could tell she wanted that and so did I.”

Paddy glanced over at the barn remembering the bust up he and Bernie had that night, choosing to dwell on the making up.

“So that was when I decided to jack it all in and hand in my badge. So Camilla could progress in the Force, but also so we could stop messing about and make a commitment.”

“You decided that looking at me and Bernie?” laughed Paddy ironically.

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Paddy moved aimlessly to the outdoor seating area and took a chair at the back. Peter's words were playing through his mind. Bernie, minus tray, made him shuffle in one place and took his chair. Her eyes were on Trixie, who was stood on a small platform holding a microphone. Bernie gave her a thumbs up and then to his surprise grabbed his hand and squeezed it without looking at him. She looked as nervous as the speaker. Her face reminded Paddy of Marianne, the day of Tim’s first nativity play. He used his other hand to encase Bernie’s and settled them on his lap.

“She will be great,” he whispered.

Bernie turned to him for the first time since she sat down, “I said a wee prayer.”

“Well there you go, the job’s a good'un.”

Bernie smiled and leaned into his shoulder as Trixie advised everyone that all the details from the talk were contained in the documentation in the freebee bags.

Paddy had no idea what Trixie talked about, she lost him at “Alpaca”. He gathered from the frequent laughter and Bernie’s release in the tension on his hand, that it had gone well. The applause at the end sealed this thought, the smile on Delia’s face and the amount of air kissing going on confirmed this. Bernie was soon up and to the front, in the midst of all things woolen.

Val handed Paddy another bottle of Buckle’s Brewery beer,

“Don’t think this gets you out of working tonight, we have a meeting remember.”

Val pulled a face and added, “She did well.” Paddy nodded.

Val went on, “Although the alpacas and the lambs went a long way, I think they won everyone over.”

Paddy nodded and took a sip of his beer and then stopped, “Lambs? Mount Busby doesn't have any sheep.”

Val looked up and pursed her lips, “Farm next door does.”

“That’s quite a walk, Val.”

“Trixie brought the lambs here, well Reggie and Fred did technically.”

“That’s illegal, that's sheep rustling and highly irresponsible, didn’t you tell her?”

“Paddy calm down the ewes came too.” Paddy shook his head. Val continued, “They were a big hit. Plus the couple of orphans that needed feeding, they sealed the deal.”

Paddy shook his head in disbelief again.

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Val, Lucille, Bernie and Paddy walked into the Crown. Evie behind the bar asked how it all had gone? They replied in the order they entered,

“Alright.” “Lovely.” “She was fabulous.” “How’s everything been here?”

Evie smiled, “It’s been fairly quiet, but that’s Bank Holidays for you, can go either way.”

“You managed though?” Paddy needed more.

“Mr Turner, I have been pulling pints, before you pulled your first girlfriend.”

Paddy took no notice. Lucille made an embarrassed squeak as Val chuckled at Paddy being put in his place, she did enjoy Evie’s retorts.

“Get yourself away Evie,” she said taking her place behind the bar.

“I thought we were having this meeting, see if we all know what we are doing tomorrow.”

Val made a face, “Forgot about that.”

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Most of Poplar-on-Tweaven were assembled in the Crown snug, Val had offered to tend the bar. Phyllis, Evie and Vi were deep in conversation in a corner seat. Fred balanced on a stumpy stool. Lucille sat next to Paddy, who was on a chair at the end. Bernie was perched on his knee unable to settle waiting for Trixie’s return, she had stayed behind to be debriefed by Delia.

“They do know the time,” said Evie in a loud whisper looking at her watch.

At that Reverend Julia entered the snug, apologising profusely for being late.Tom and Bobby Hereward following behind. Bernie jumped off Paddy’s knee and everyone eventually got seated.

Val followed in the God Squad as Jack called them, mainly to annoy Bernie and Lucille. She made sure everyone had drinks and pushed a few bags of crisps and nuts on the table. Fred asked if she had any pork scratchings and was hushed by Vi.

“Shall we make a start,” Phyllis cleared her throat.

“Do I need to take minutes?” asked a nervous Bobby. Paddy and Julia both shook their heads.

“It’s just an informal meeting lass, to see if everyone knows what they are doing tomorrow.”

“Still wouldn't be a miss,” cut in Tom, he gestured at his wife's bag. Bobby quickly took out a pen and notebook and started scribbling. Phyllis and Evie shared a look.

Bernie was now stood behind Paddy’s chair and in her nervous tension, waiting for news of Trixie, was scratching his neck every time she found something funny. Which he was finding very distracting.

“So this is the first Poplar-on-Tweaven, Crown and Church, Easter Festival,” Phyllis began again.

“Didn't we agree it was Church and Crown,” interrupted Tom.

Everyone looked at each other, Bernie dug her nails into the back of Paddy's neck.

“What do the posters say,” enquired Vi.

“They just say Poplar Easter Festival and then times and venues,” responded Julia.

“OK, but I think with it being a religious festival, Church should come first.” Tom continued. “Paddy is that all right with you?” in a tone that didn’t sound like a question.

Paddy just shrugged his shoulders, trying to shake Bernie off at the same time.

“Right,” said Phyllis, “The first Poplar-on-Tweaven, Church and Crown, Easter Festival.”

Bernie grabbed the back of Paddy’s neck just as Bobby asked, “Sorry, are they any apologies for absence.”

Bernie dug in her fingers, and Paddy hid a yelp in a cough.

“I was absent, but I am here now,” Trixie stood at the snug door.

“Sorry,” said Tom, “this is a private meeting for those who reside or work in Poplar.”

Bernie was now pulling on Paddy’s ear.

“Well, that is me then, I am now a Poplar resident and employee. I qualify on both accounts.”

Everyone stared at the newcomer, “That is if Mount Busby is classed as Poplar.”

“It certainly is,” cleared up Phyllis.

To Paddy’s relief, Bernie moved from behind him and hugged Trixie’s neck instead.

“I've signed a years contract and here is the best bit, I will be based in Poplar and commute to London when necessary.”

Val had joined them. “Oh Trixie, that is wonderful.”

“Well Done kid!” smiled Phyllis, then everyone started talking at once.

“Where will you live?” asked Paddy.

Berne suddenly stopped hugging Trixie, who said, “That’s the best bit.”

“Is it?” Bernie asked.

“I have been given a room at Mount Busby, I was shown it today. Its adorable and the views are to die for.”

“Oh, Trixie!” Bernie was back around her friend’s neck.

“This calls for champagne, Paddy! Or at least a bottle of Prosecco.” Evie realized as soon as she had said it, she had made a mistake; this was her first meeting with the engaging stranger.

Trixie was the one to rescue the situation, “Please do, I have been surrounded by champagne all day, one more bottle won't make a difference.”

“That is a good point chick, me, Berns and Luce would probably be sick if we had to pour another glass of bubbles.” Val chipped in.

“I know what we do have,” Vi piped up, “too many cakes for tomorrow.”

“How can you have too many cakes?” asked Fred.

“I am sure we can cut into one now,” Vi continued.

“Brilliant idea I am on it,” Val was off, but called back by Vi.

“Valerie, while you're in there, can you check I have done enough hard-boiled eggs? I have another dozen in the larder, if you're not sure.”

Evie interrupted, “It was like a sauna in there earlier, you must have boiled six dozen.”

Vi folded her arms and shuffled her ample bosom, “What with decorating, rolling, hunting and jarping, you mark my words, you will be glad I did.”

Val laughed at Vi’s indignation and commitment, “Look if we have over catered they are eggs, I am sure they won’t go to waste.”

“Couldn’t you pickle any surplus and sell them behind the bar?” Everyone’s attention was now on Reverend Julia, “My father always brought pickled eggs home from the pub on a Friday night, one each for me and my brothers and sisters and a bottle of ginger beer.”

“That is an Egg-cellent idea, Vicar,” agreed Fred.

The collective groan ended the great boiled egg debate. Phyllis was watching Mrs Hereward still writing and just hoped she hadn’t recorded the last ten minutes of conversation.

Paddy thought that Bernie must be genuinely pleased at Trixies news, because she seemed to forget where she was, and plonked herself down on his knee again. While everyone was discussing the many uses for a hard-boiled egg, Paddy wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him.

“Happy?” he whispered.

Bernie paused for a moment, tilted her head and gave a little smile meant just for him and nodded.

Phyllis cleared his throat, “So if we ever get this meeting started, the first Poplar-on-Tweaven, Church and Crown, Easter Festival, takes place tomorrow.”

#call the midwife #crown jewels easter special #paddy honestly #good luck trixie #love a bit of patrixie

[italian-sides]

Hello everyone! / Ciao a tutti!

I know I’m late since the first Remus’ appearance but shhh, the important thing is to post, still better than not posting it at all, hahaha 

also for this post you’ll have to thank both @misslilidelaney, which is basically the source of half or even more of the headcanons you’re reading, and @watcher-from-the-heights for being the best beta reader ever ((tagging @ts-italian-gang as well bc i can))

today I will indeed introduce to you the Italian version of Remus; since there will be some phrases in heavy Roman dialect, i’ll put a translation at the end of it to better understand what people are saying: so, enjoy your reading, y'all!

oh, yeah, before anything else:

tw: mention of weed

Romeo Stella

- Romolo and Remo’s elder brother, born on 25/06/1988, more or less a year before the twins.

- since he was a child he has always given very clear signs of his love for gore-y and creepy stuff in the drawings he brought to his parents from kindergarten, something which the aforementioned initially worried about but later accepted, albeit with some  difficulty.

- in high school he attended the liceo artistico and he definitely chose it because he wanted to develop this creative flair for drawing, that and because the Green Stuff that used to be spread at his school was the best in the neighborhood- i mean what?

- after gradutation he started attending the Academy of Fine Arts in Rome but at one point he stopped because he found a job almost immediately in a very… particular field and he seized the chance: basically he’s a cameraman for erotica movies, and every now and then he takes part in the scenes himself and if at the beginning he both studied and worked to round up his expenses, after a while he quit his studies to devote himself full time to filming.

- once his parents found out about his job, since Romeo continued to lie saying that he was studying when in reality it wasn’t true, they literally kicked him out of the house and at first begged for hospitality among the houses of his actor friends and the studio where movies were usually filmed, then Remo invited him to Bologna with the promise of a low-priced apartment and showing him the announcement of a film production agency, of the type “he likes so much” looking for a cameraman, and so then he moves up to North Italy.

- as far as his personality goes, Romeo “Er Mejo Der Colosseo” [1] Stella, as he calls himself, is A Mess™: inconsistent like few, he overshares about his life and sometimes his work a lot, to the point of often making uncomfortable  both the Italian Sides and Dolce&Remì’s customers.

- as far as his sexuality is concerned, inconsistency here too reigns supreme because he constantly changes labels and an example of his conversations on the subject is: “I’m bisexual” “I’m pansexual” “No, no, in the end I am straight” “Yes, but that guy has a divine ass” “Okay, I’m gay” “Okay but THOSE BOOBS”, so you can understand what a mess this human being is.

- he wants to be considered triplets with Romolo and Remo at all costs, but each time they introduce themselves to someone new, the conversation between the three of them goes something like this: Romeo: “eh, sì, siamo gemelli” Romolo: “ma n'è ‘n cazzo vero” Remo: “ma che cazzo stai a di’?”[2]; plus the twins don’t speak much or almost never about him because they’re a bit embarrassed about his job.

- if you think that the Stella twins together are chaotic, you have never had the opportunity to experience the Stella brothers: Romeo: “A’ Burino” Remo: “A’ Cazzaro” Romolo: “A’ NFAMI VE PARCHEGGIO NA MANO 'N FACCIA”[3]; the first time that the Main Four witnessed a scene like this, Virgilio was half creeped out and half turned on and Luca was comforting a rather upset Patrizio from all the bad words flying around.

- for the reason described above films and TV series’ marathons with all the Sides are organized in rare, very rare occasions, because while Romeo would only like gore/splatter horrors and most documentaries on True Crime, the others, except Giuda, are like: “EW NO”

- Romeo: “VE GUARDATE I FILM DA FICHETTINE, IO VOJO VEDE GLI HORROR. ME SERVE ER SANGUE NO 'E CANZONI DAA BELLA E LABBESTIA” Luca: “Ma volevamo fare la maratona della Marvel” Romeo: “Notteprego 'amo girato a parodia porno e nun posso più guardà Thor coji stessi occhi”[4]

- he’s besties with Giuda and they bonded almost immediately and if the Venetian is not at Dolce&Remì or with Emilio, he’s certainly at home playing videogames on Playstation with Romeo. This is because a while back, at the very beginning of the internet, Virgilio, Romeo and Giuda were invited to a random group on Skype to make friends and while in the beginning they were all very close-knit, over the years Romeo and Giuda had become a bit much for Virgilio and slowly, taking advantage of his transfer to Bologna, he moved away from them, while Giuda and Romeo simply lost sight of each other after a while, limiting themselves to the usual Christmas/birthday wishes; Virgilio low key can’t bear the two of them too much because he’s anxious that they could bad-mouth him on the things that he said and did in his past, but they also have the same fear of him as well, therefore they keep quiet

- him, Giuda and Tommaso are fans of “La Mamma di Crystal” ((“Crystal’s Mom”)), a Saint Seya’s parody, and since the first time they all discovered that the other two follow it too, all three of them don’t have a conversation without quoting it in at least one sentence

[1]: “The Best of the Coliseum”: it comes from the italian version of Thomas O'Malley, the stray Irish cat from the Aristocats, that in Italy was characterized as a Roman cat [2]: Romeo: “heh, yes, we’re twins” Romolo: “but that’s not fucking true” Remo: “what the fuck are you saying?” [3]: Romeo:“You’re a hick!” Remo: “You’re a jackass!” Romolo: “You fools, I’m gonna park a hand on your face!" (as in, slap) [4]:  Romeo: "You always watch movies for pussies, I want to see the horror ones. I need blood, not Beauty and the Beast songs.” Luca: “Actually, we wanted to do a Marvel marathon-” Romeo: “No, please, we shot a porn parody of some of the movies and I can’t watch Thor with the same eyes again.”

so che arrivo in ritardo rispetto all'apparizione di Remus ma shhh, l'importante è pubblicare, ahahah 😂 per questo post dovrete ringraziare sia @misslilidelaney, che ha praticamente la fonte di metà o più delle headcanon che state leggendo, e @watcher-from-the-heights per essere l* mi* beta

oggi appunto introdurrò la versione italiana di Remus quindi buona lettura a tutti! ah, sì, prima di cominciare tw: menzione di marijuana

Romeo Stella

- fratello maggiore di Romolo e Remo, nato il 25/06/1988, più o meno un anno prima dei gemelli.

- fin da piccolo ha dato segni ben evidenti del suo amore per il macabro e il gore nei disegni che portava ai genitori dall'asilo, cosa di cui i suddetti all'inizio si preoccupavano ma che poi col passare del tempo hanno accettato, pur con qualche difficoltà.

- alle superiori ha fatto il liceo artistico e l'ha sicuramente scelto perché voleva sviluppare questo estro creativo verso il disegno questo e perché la roba che girava a scuola era la migliore del circondario i mean what?

- ha cominciato l'Accademia delle Belle Arti a Roma ma a un certo punto ha smesso perché ha trovato lavoro quasi subito in un ambito molto... particolare e ha colto la palla al balzo: praticamente è un cameraman per film osé, per cui ogni tanto partecipa egli stesso alle scene e se all'inizio studiava e lavorava per arrotondare, poi ha mollato gli studi per dedicarsi full time alle riprese.

- una volta che i genitori hanno scoperto il suo lavoro, visto che Romeo continuava a mentire dicendo che stava studiando quando in realtà non era vero, lo hanno letteralmente cacciato di casa e se all'inizio elemosinava ospitalità tra le case dei suoi amici attori e lo studio dove riprendevano di solito i film, poi Remo lo ha invitato a Bologna con la promessa di un appartamento a basso prezzo e proponendogli l'annuncio di un'agenzia di produzione di film "che ti piacciono tanto" che cerca un cameraman e quindi si trasferisce su al Nord.

- per quanto riguarda la personalità, Romeo "Er Mejo Der Colosseo" Stella, come si soprannomina lui stesso, is A Mess™: incoerente come pochi, straparla della sua vita e talvolta del suo lavoro fin troppo, a tal punto da mettere spesso a disagio sia i coinquilini LAMP(A) sia i clienti del Dolce&Remì.

- per quanto riguarda la sua sessualità, l'incoerenza anche qua fa da padrona perché cambia labels continuamente e un esempio delle sue conversazioni in materia è: "sono bi" "sono pan" "no no alla fine sono etero" "si ma quel tizio ha un culo divino" "okay I am gay" "okay but THOSE BOOBS", quindi capite bene che casino che è quest'essere umano.

- vorrebbe essere considerato a tutti i costi un gemello, ma ogni volta la conversazione tra i tre quando si presentano a qualcuno di nuovo va più o meno così: Romeo: "eh, sì, siamo gemelli" Romolo: "ma n'è 'n cazzo vero" Remo: "ma che cazzo stai a di'?"; plus i gemelli non parlano poco o mai di lui perché si vergognano del suo lavoro

- se pensate che i gemelli Stella insieme siano caotici, non avete mai avuto modo di fare esperienza di assistere ai fratelli Stella: Romeo: "A' Burino" Remo: "A' Cazzaro" Romolo: "A' NFAMI VE PARCHEGGIO NA MANO 'N FACCIA"; la prima volta che i coinquilini LAMP(A) hanno assistito alla scena, Virgilio era mezzo inquietato e mezzo turned on e Luca stava consolando un Patrizio piuttosto sconvolto da tutte le parolacce che volavano in giro.

- per questo motivo descritto sopra le maratone di film e di serie tv con tutti sono organizzate in rari, rarissimi casi, perché mentre Romeo vorrebbe solo horror gore/splatter e al massimo massimo documentari sul True Crime, gli altri a parte Giuda sono tipo: "EW NO"

- Romeo: "VE GUARDATE I FILM DA FICHETTINE IO VOJO VEDE GLI HORROR. ME SERVE ER SANGUE NO 'E CANZONI DAA BELLA E LABBESTIA" Luca: "Ma volevamo fare la maratona della Marvel" Romeo: "Notteprego 'amo girato a parodia porno e nun posso più guardà Thor coji stessi occhi"

- è migliore amicissimo con Giuda e hanno legato praticamente subito e se il veneziano non è al Dolce&Remì o con Emilio, è sicuramente a casa a giocare alla Play con Romeo. questo perché ancora un sacco di tempo fa, agli inizi di internet, Virgilio, Romeo e Giuda avevano formato un gruppo su Skype un po' a random per fare amicizia e mentre agli inizi erano tutti e tre molto affiatati, col passare degli anni Romeo e Giuda sono diventati "troppo bad boys" per Virgilio e pian piano, approfittando del trasferimento a Bologna, si è allontanato, mentre Giuda e Romeo semplicemente dopo un po' di sono persi di vista, limitandosi ai soliti auguri di natale/compleanno; Virgilio low key non li regge perché ha l'ansia che lo sputtanino sulle cose che ha detto e fatto nel suo passato, ma anche loro hanno lo stesso timore quindi se ne stanno buoni

- Romeo, Giuda e Tommaso sono fan de "La Mamma di Crystal", una parodia dei Cavalieri dello Zodiaco, e dalla prima volta che hanno scoperto che lo seguono, tutti e tre non hanno una conversazione senza citarne almeno una frase

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[sandwichbully]

Sammy’s Avenue Eatery, 23 November 2018

   “When people are hungry, you feed ‘em.”

   OK, so about three years ago, I was working at UCare - “UCare, health care that starts with denying you your oxygen!” - and it was a slow afternoon one afternoon. Most afternoons were slow and the mail room was overstaffed for what we needed, so I logged a lot of time on Facebook and I saw this joint, Sammy’s Avenue Eatery, and I thought their sandwiches looked pretty good, so I made it a point to go there.    ... aaannnddd I never did.    I was broke as shit at the time, working fourteen hours a day six days a week between two jobs (and still being broke all the time) and feeling like shit because I was a terrible letdown to my then-girlfriend (the one from this episode) because I was always tired and just wanted a goddamned beer and two cigarettes. Eventually things improved but not by much and yadda yadda yadda, a whole bunch of shit happens, and going up to Sammy’s Avenue Eatery has been low priority.    But I never forgot it. It kind of even nagged at me. And today, with it being almost fifty degrees for what is surely the last time this year if it isn’t the next to last time this year, I made it a point to go to what is likely going to be the final Sandwich Bully episode for 2018 - unless y’all want to come pick me up in your petite bourgeoisie automobile with “the heat” on in December and January.    So I rolled up on the corner of Emerson and Broadway and walked in and looked over the menu and waited for the nice lady to finish making a chai latte for this other lady and I asked her which she preferred, the Hot Roasted Chicken or the Turkey Bacon Club.    She said honestly that she preferred the chicken but they were out of that so turkey and bacon (I had to specify because I’ve had exactly one experience with turkey bacon and that shit is fucking gross and it’s so gross that I’m compelled to put up a picture of my first ex with a caption mocking her voice in which she chides me for having high blood pressure but that is seriously some SD&A shit and - Hm? Oh, Sound Design and Assembly. That was my old record review blog but I didn’t review records so much as I bitched about pop culture and waxed poetic on having picked up nookie the night before.)

   Wait. Where are we?

   OK, let’s start that over.    She said honestly that she preferred the chicken but they were out of that so turkey and bacon (I had to specify because I’ve had exactly one experience with turkey bacon and that shit is fucking gross) it was and I grabbed a cranberry ginger ale and I found myself engaged in a conversation with her. Lot of personal stuff that isn’t my business to put up here but I guess maybe I can talk about the political side of it and that part was refreshing because nobody was bringing out words with “-ism”s on the end, we were just on the same wavelength, talking about how Minneapolis government is mishandling or outright ignoring a bunch of problems and how there are easy - very easy solutions to them. The homeless encampment whom the city couldn’t decide to house in either a warehouse or a vacant fucking lot? Well, hell, how many boarded up houses are there in north Minneapolis? I figured put the homeless at least in the warehouse out of the elements. The woman I was talking to told me they had plenty of empty houses in this neighborhood. A solution I never thought of. And even thinking about it now, I realize that there’s a lot of red tape and the banks own those empty houses but why does the bank own an empty house? Why is it held by a private entity and not by the state? What are the escheat and adverse possession laws in Minnesota? (And that’s over thinking it but that’s because capitalism doesn’t provide for simple solutions without the transfer of liquid assets.)

   And enough of that.    Anyway, at one point, this dude comes in and says he doesn’t have time to stop in and eat at the moment but he was just wondering what the soup of the day was for when he came back later and the woman said it was alright if he didn’t have time to eat, she’d fix him a “little” to-go cup (it was more like an eight ounce cup and I don’t know how metric people measure soup; by volume - 237mL - or by mass - 227g) and she handed it to him and told him to have a good day and he said thank you and he walked out the door and she stared out the window and she said, “When people are hungry, you feed ‘em.”    No conditions, no clauses, just simple straight to the point action and solution.    And she told me about how she wanted to start a homeless shelter, not like the ones downtown where you have to "tell ‘em everything about your life just to get in the door”, she wanted to start one where if you were tired, you could sleep, and if you got caught fucking up, you got kicked out. Simple as that.    And my brain goes to how dangerous that would be because what about all the rapists and murderers and then my privilege checks itself and I got to remember that homeless folks aren’t homeless because they’re murderers and they do just want a warm place to sleep and a little something to eat.    She told me she wanted to open a soup kitchen, too, and told me that one place downtown was in such a great location because it was centralized and somebody could even walk for forty blocks to get there, and they would, too, because, as she put it, “hunger travels”. I know that. I remember the time, it was like ten years ago or so, that I was with Georgie and we were starving and I walked two miles in a snowstorm to the food shelf and I lied on the paperwork and told them our twenty eight year old roommate was our four year old son because I thought I could get us more food that way (and, hey, there were three people in the house). I remember being dismayed at what we got and dutifully trundled it back home. I remember all that.    Maybe it was meant to be that I didn’t get to Sammy’s until today to have this conversation. Maybe as a (timely) reminder to be thankful for what I do have, maybe as a reaffirmation of my beliefs, maybe to just talk to somebody over lunch, which I never get to do because I live alone and work alone.

ANYWAY!    How was the sandwich!? How was the fucking sandwich, Charlie!? Remember how this blog is called Sandwich Bully? And it’s about sandwiches? And how it’s not a place for you to peddle your bleeding heart commie* beliefs or pontificate on how we need to be good and charitable toward our brothers and sisters!? HOW THIS PLACE IS MEANT FOR SANDWICHES!?!?!? TALK ABOUT THE FUCKING SANDWICH, CHARLIE!!!    It was good. As I was grabbing a pop, the woman (I know her name I just don’t know how she spells it) told me that if I wanted to bundle the sandwich and drink into a combo, that she had chips and I told her nah, I had to watch my salt and she said she knew that was right. I watched her slice my tomato right out of a whole fresh tomato which I’ve seen maybe only Trieste do - slice fresh to order. And she asked if I liked onions and I said I did and she asked if I liked pickles and I said I did and then she held the pickle slices over the container and gave them a little wiggle and told me, “Getting the salt off them for you,” which was cool. Aint ever had anybody do that for me before. And then we set to talking while I ate at the counter and you read about all that.    Well, let’s start with the size issue. I ordered a half sandwich (around seven dollars) and it was big enough that I feared what I might have gotten if I had gotten a whole one (around eleven dollars). Trust me, I beg of you, please trust me, I am on my knees begging you to trust me: Order the half sandwich. That is the reasonable human serving size.    The tomato was crisp (natch) and the pickles and onions added necessary sour and bite. The cheese, I don’t know what it was but it was white and it was creamy and, tag-teamed with the bacon, it kind of overpowered the turkey but the bacon-cheese combo overpowers most things. The mayo on the sandwich was applied to the bread pre-grilling which, a few years ago, I would have said “ew” to but recently I had the revelation that mayo is just eggs and oil (no, not that part) which are both things that are perfectly alright to be applied to direct heat (that part) and I’ve been waiting to try frying my grilled cheese with mayo on the outside but I never buy bread and I never buy mayonnaise - Why buy mayo when you can make aioli? - so I finally got to try this technique at Sammy’s and I have to admit I didn’t notice anything inherently distinguishable about it but, again, bacon-cheese combo. Overpowers everything but...    OK, probably the last time we get to do this this year unless somebody wants to drive me somewhere during December and January so we have to make this one good.    Let’s see, let’s see, let’s see...    [clears throat] But the real blackout drunk correspondent of Armenia Decides, 2018... No no no.    [clears throat again] But the real evil twin unplugging the good twin’s life support so she can assume her identity and run off with her husband... No. Come on, man, you got this. You have literally nothing else.    OK, I think I got it.    But the real guest star in the dangers-of-huffing-gas-as-a-pregnant-teen episode of this highly rated Saturday morning teen show never to be seen again as, metafictionally, her character had been shipped off to an island of misfit one-off characters, each themselves never to be seen again, turned cannibal after the last hunt didn’t yield the boar’s head required to appease the god behind the sun, he who in-turn took his great veil from the white ball in the sky and scorched their crops in anger and now, teen pot dealer and teen wheelchair basketball player and teen army brat and teen with an eating disorder and all the rest, none of whom were ever seen again, are forced to turn on each other for survival, their malevolence a dance for the god behind the sun’s enjoyment, for when enough blood is spilled he veils his white ball and grants them rest from the heat, but now, a new arrival - The Pregnant Teen Gas Huffer... is the house sauce, which I suspect is a honey dijon vinaigrette. It was sweet, a little complex but not so complex that I couldn’t guess what it was while I was eating it. It stood out and balanced the savory fattiness of the bacon-cheese combo.    The lettuce?    We don’t have to do the lettuce thing, do we?

   I mean, it’s probably the last time this year.

   Overall, not a bad bike ride, it was a pretty decent sandwich - it was good but I’m not falling over stupid for it. I mean, hey, it filled me up and I ordered the half sandwich. If there was a quarter sandwich option, I’d go for that. It tasted good, too. She asked me how it was and I told her it was wonderful and she said she was glad I liked it and I told her I was glad she made it.    I guess that there was a sense of openness, of community to the place, which we’ve been over before: I prefer to go to places that feel worn in and homey. Places like Band Box and Ideal where the proprietors and the patrons are literally neighbors, where people have been going for years, people who are eating there now worked there in high school because their parents knew the manager. Sammy’s has that vibe.    It’s kind of like Nye’s.    I liked Nye’s (yes, past tense) when you could walk in and say hi to Phil, sit down, and have an ice cold Żywiec and there was a college football game on you could ignore and it was red Corinthian leather booths and tacky martini murals on the walls and mirrors behind the bar to make the liquor selection look more impressive (or whatever the mirrors are back there for) and it was locals in there.    Last time I was in Nye’s, there was no Phil, the new guy didn’t know what Żywiec was, the interior designer clearly got all their ideas from IKEA (still love you, IKEA, but you are not meant for a bar), and the only patronage in there were literally tourists asking about the history of the Mississippi River.    I can’t fuck with that scene because it doesn’t feel like it’s a part of the community that supported it through the years. Ownership changed and nobody gave a fuck about preserving the community aspect of the place, it’s clearly a cash grab more cynical and distasteful than when they made Game of Death with B-roll of Bruce Lee and two actors who looked nothing like him.    Sammy’s, on the other hand, feels like it’s part of its community. Established in Near North, playing a role in Near North, employing Near North, feeding Near North.    GO.    GIVE.    THEM.    YOUR.    MONEY.

* I was once briefly involved with a Randian Libertarian who called me literally a “bleeding heart commie” because I told her Atlas Shrugged was “right-wing oriented”. Ah, to be young again.

#2018 #near north #club sandwich #turkey bacon club #escheat and adverse possession #community #metric soup

[decodingannelister]

Saturday 9 January 1819

7 40/60

12

B[efore] B[reakfast] look[in]g ov[er] scraps of poet[r]y  etc. Read over my poetic epistle to Miss B that is θ. The rest of the morn[in]g try[in]g to clean a coup[le] pair wh[ite] kid shoes for Mariane and look[in]g ov[er] and arrang[in]g my things. My a[un]t h[a]d a let[ter] fr[om] Mary Swann (Micklegate, York) to announce the d[ea]th of h[e]r a[un]t Mrs Frances S[wann] at 8 a.m. on Thursday. At 3 1/4 d[o]wn the o[ld] b[ank] and past the woolshops to the lib[rar]y my fath[er] walk[e]d w[i]th me as f[a]r as the Talbot wh[e]n he w[e]nt to see Mr Mitchell.

R[ea]ding the new month[l]y mag[azine] for last month ‘On love. Oh! Love is like the cistus flow[e]r

1

Oh! Love is like the cistus flow[e]r

Wh[i]ch blossoms for a day;  

Oh! Love is like the summer’s show[e]r

Wh[i]ch sunbeams kiss away

2

     Tis but a sweet and thrilling dream                                              ‘

      Dispers[e]d by season’s pow[e]r

     ‘Tis but an evanescent gleam

      In youth’s enchanting hour

3

Yet,oh.’Tis all we have of bliss

A vision bright and dear

Warm as its own delicious kiss

But transient as its tear

4

Yet woe be those lonely hearts

Which feel its fire decay

The feath[e]ry flake the snow-cloud darts

Is scarce more cold than they

5        

The blighted hope, the ruined mind

The deep despairing sigh

Are all the traces left behind

By passions ecstasy.

Marg[are]t Torre (cop[ie]d at Elvington fr[om] Ellen’s M.S. Poetic ext[racts] and giv[e]n to her by author[e]ss Mrs Ja[me]s Torre  of Elton in h[e]r own, Mrs Torres, handwrit[in]g)

Callista came about four I rather in a comp limentary style I asked if she ever wrote poetry no never since she left school but she dared say I did I said never musing in my mind if she thought of my poetic epistle from her manner I shewed I should judge not her the above lines as the composition of a very nice woman very young and written soon after marriage she Miss B though the lady must  be unhappy but found fault with warm as its own delicious kiss and passions ecstasy saying they were fitter to come from a gentleman but indeed she knew nothing about it for she was ssure she had never been in love the verses were very much in moores sstyle she had popes read Eloisa to Abelard at Captain Alexander’s suggesting she does not seem as if shehad the heart to enter into sentiments of this ssort warmly after about half hourat the library during the rain walk[e]d past Clare Hall to Miss Markham’s on the Elland R[oa]dup the new r[oa]d back past Miss Watkinson’s and took a turn up and d[o]wn Horton St[ree]t told her when she did not hear a person not to say maam asked her not to cover her face so much with the cap under her bonnet and shewed her how to shake hands that is not to keep shaking or hold ones hand so long said I had to go to Pye Nest someday next week and we agreed I was to pass Westfield at half past eleven in the morning on Tuesday if fine if not Wednesday and she would watch for me she wonders why I like her so much I begin to wonder too for I fear she is sstupidish and has very little in her no warmth I fear I told her never to mention the observations I made to her as they were made for her alone she answered no I might be assured of that adding they often ask me at home what Miss Lister and I talk about I parted with her at five near Mr Abbots door where she was going to tea never did I feel so little satisfied with her tho when I told my wish about her cap she said she would alter it having before said her father and the rest often found fault with it but she never minded I thought as I came along well at all events I will never call on her what a sort of connection am I forming without anything to repay me I could almost see her tomorrow at the lecture and excuse myself on Tuesday I seem well inclined to think and care less about her in future I have seen a good deal of her lately and they say give a dog rope enough and he will hang himself w[e]nt al[on]g Southgate and up the n[ew] b[ank] and g[o]t home 10 min[ute]s bef[ore] 6 by our clock. In the ev[ening] r[ea]d the rev[iew] of Campbell’s Gertrude of Wyoming fav[ourabl]y, Poyes’s hist[ory] of Barbadoes tol[erabl]y, 2 vol[ume]s 8vo serm[on]s by Mr Sydney Smith rect[o]r of Foston, unfav[ourabl]y and Dr. Nathan Drake’s Essays on Periodic[a]l pap[er]s fav[ourabl]y in the 2[n]d vo[lume] of the Quar[terl]y Rev[iew] for May 1809. Notes fr[om]Cross-hills to ask us all to tea and cards next Fri[day] s[en]t our excuses. Last n[i]ght ver[y] stormy and rainy. The morn[in]g fair but it beg[a]n to r[ai]n a lit[tle] wh[e]n my fath[er] [and] I were at the top of the old bank and I h[a]d hard[l]y g[o]t to the lib[rar]y bef[ore] it rain[e]d tremend[ousl]y. Just fair bef[ore] I set off and beg[a]n to r[ai]n ag[ai]n on the flat. Like[l]y for anoth[er] stormy windy n[i]ght. B[arometer] 1 deg[ree] bel[ow] rainF[ahrenheit] 38 1/2 ° at 9p.m.

WYAS Reference Number:  SH:7/ML/E/2/0097/98

#AnneListerCodeBreakers January 1819

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This whole interview is just Ewing dangling more Young Avengers/Teddy/Billy. Should I trust this man? Should I trust this man with my emotional and mental health?

Please mister Al Ewing. In want to trust you. Please do not let me down. I am begging you.

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