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mochinek0 · 3 months

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Family Secrets

Damian couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen pieces of that costume when he lived in the League, but never did he expect to see his mother, disguised, in Paris! He carefully kept an eye on her as she walked into a bakery. He felt his own breath hitch as a young girl came and hugged her.

"Nonna!" she cried.

'Grandmother?'

"Hello, My Leetle Fairy." his mother replied, hugging her back.

"Are you having fun on your travels?" the girl questioned, "Where did you go this time?"

"Egypt." his mother declared.

The girl smiled, "Did you see the pyramids?"

His mother brought out a keychain of a pyramid and handed it to the girl.

"It's great!" the girl smiled, "I'll keep it on my desk so when I see it, I can think of you."

"I wish you could come with me." the disguised Talia declared.

"Maybe when I'm older?" the young girl answered.

Talia tapped the young girl's nose, "Possibly, but we know very well how hard you work."

"Mom!" announced a man, who seemed the size of Bane, "How are you?"

Damian watched on in shock. He was aware that his mother was much older than she appeared. Hearing someone around his father's age, refer to his mother as a maternal figure was unsettling.

"I'm fine, Tom." she answered.

"Would you like to put your bag down and rest?" he asked.

"Nonsense." his mother replied, "I may look older, but I'm fine. I wanted to see if Marinetta would like to take a ride around the city with me."

"Yes!" the girl cried.

Damian watched as they both got on a motorcycle and drove off.

It took awhile, but Damian finally spotted them near the Seine, eating ice cream. The girl was looking down at something, in her lap. His mother's eyes connected with his and he knew he had made her.

"I'll be right back." Gina spoke, kissing Marinette on the head.

Gina walked in Damian's direction.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Do you plan to kidnap her, Mother?" Damian questioned.

"Of course not!" Gina snapped.

"Who is she?" he asked.

Talia sighed, "Your niece; she's your age."

"So the man who called you mother-"Damian began.

"Your grandfather wanted me out of the way. He was looking for a male successor to take over." Talia began to explain, "He kicked me out of the League, briefly, and I had some semblance of a normal life. I fell in love with a baker. Tom is our son, before I ever met your father. Essentially, he is your older brother."

She sighed, "Everyhting was fine and I was happy, until he sent someone to exterminate us. Before I killed him, I learned my death was a test. Kill me and become successor to the League. I returned with his head and threw it at your grandfather's feet. He looked at me and said he would allow me back on one condition."

"What was it?" Damian asked.

"I had to leave my family." she admitted, "I said I understood and would be back in three months. I knew he would never stop coming after us."

"Why three months?" her son questioned, "You were already there. Did they not know of the League?"

"Tom was getting married and no, my family knew nothing about the League. I returned and told my family I would be 'traveling in my old age'. A few years after he got married, I came back to a three year old granddaughter. Your grandfather found out and forbid my return."

"Grandfather is dead." Damian spoke.-changing subject

"I've been stopping in more." she declared, "They aren't like us. They're not like your father. They know nothing about my past, aside from divorcing a man, who made me happy. I tell them I'm traveling around the word. I wear a wig and makeup. At some point, I will have to stop visiting all together since anyone else will grow old and pass on. The League........you lose sense of time when there. Two years ago, I thought she was still three. She was turning fourteen."

"What about the man?" her son asked.

Talia smiled, "Reminds me of your grandfather, actually. He's all about 'traditions', so perhaps it was for the best."

"Nonna!" Marinette cried out.

"Please, Damian, leave them alone." his mother whispered.

Damian watched as his mother walked away. He had never known her to beg for something.

"My Leetle Fairy, are you ready to go back home?" Gina asked, "Do you have new inspiration for your designs? I can't wait to see the clothes you create this time."

Damian watched as the girl put her sketchbook away.

'Clothes? Designs?'

He smiled softly. She was an artist, like him. He watched as his mother got on the motorcycle with his niece. What surprised him was seeing his niece glare at him. Damian chuckled.

'Mother may not see it, but she is a lot like them. A little fairy.'

"Damian, a Fairy is someone who helps people who are lost in the dark. It's not always in a literal sense; it can be figurative."

The young Al-Ghul turned and walked in the opposite direction.

'Fairy is a suitable name for my niece. I wonder how Mother would feel learning her true nature? A Fae who lures in her prey.'

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bunnyhoney111 · 9 months

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new song.

eddie munson x fem!best friend!reader

desc.: you guys are always a bit too honest when you’re high, and you whine about being horny, my casual sexuality kink

warnings: uhh lots of soup making on your end, eddie being a little too laid back, KINDA and i mean BARELY dub-con just for the very end; he doesn't do anything to her he just does something(?), kinda-ish friends with benefits situation.

request: no ma'am, no ham, no turkey- exTREMELY self-indulgent.

w/c: 968

a/n: i've been writing this for over the course of two-ish years now, just finished it as i want to get back to tumblr now 😭😭😔. i hope it's good enough to reinstate some of my audience. it's also a leetle short sorry folks

“eddie, ‘m horny,” you whined- drawling out his name, squirming in your place next to him on the bed. he was writing lyrics in his notebook to a song he’d been working on. he reached over pressed a hand into your stomach to stop you.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, but i’m not sure what you want me to do about that,” he didn’t spare you a glance, his hand returning to the notebook.

“it hurts,” you sighed, crossing your arms under your chest. you could feel the swelling of your clit as blood rushed to the area, you’d always felt this way when you got high.

“go to the bathroom, make soup,” he said, still running his eyes over the words and occasionally erasing to correct a line or a verse.

“ew.”

“im sorry, rub one out, flick the bean, choke your chicken-“ he continued throwing slang at you with a giggle as he finally looked over at your glistening face. your pupils were dilated almost to the point of hiding all the color in your irises, and your mouth opened to cut him off.

“it’s not that easy for girls, its not just one and done, and i certainly couldn’t cum in your dingy bathroom, freak.” you’d called him that out of endearment, it didn’t sting like usual when it came from you.

“well, do it there then,” he stated casually, flipping between pages. you whipped your head towards him, when he doesn’t look back towards you, you let out a scoff at his suggestion.

“what? i don’t mind, i’m not even paying attention.” he glanced at you as he spoke, before returning to his scrawled handwriting.

you still couldn’t tell if he was joking, but you couldn’t seem to care as your thighs started to rub together, trying to resist the urge to reach into your underwear and satisfy the ache.

eddie notices your hesitance, and your shifting thighs, and places his notebook down momentarily before moving to his knees in front of you. without a word, or so much as a glance he brings his hands to grasp at the waist of your shorts. he nodded to you slightly, his eyes still trained downwards, prompting you to lift your hips.

he slides them down with ease, pulling your underwear down with them. he pushes your thight apart, using two fingers to spread you out, you simply waiting for his next move; too high to question his motives. too needy. he splays his palm towards you, waiting for your hand.

you gave him your hand, but he grasped your wrist, and he guided your fingertips to rest against your throbbing clit, pressing them with his into your bud and assisting the slow circular motion. you gasp at the pressure, and soon enough eddies climbing away from you, removing his hand from yours.

you continue the movements he’d been guiding you with, as he nestles back into his spot and continues writing in his notebook, short glances strewn your way every time you whimpered.

“shit,” you cursed, your forefinger dipping down into your yet untouched hole. the squelching from between your legs was filthy, and it caught eddies attention- along with the borderline pornographic moan.

his eyes stray from the notebook, down to your soaked core. his lip is pulled between his teeth and he lets out a hiss at the sight- his dick hardening at an astounding pace in his pants.

with your eyes closed you don't seem to notice as he begins rubbing his hard-on through his pajama pants- one hand still holding the notebook open. he listens carefully to your blissful moans and whimpers of his name as if he were the one touching you.

it was only fate that the song he'd been writing was about some fucked up version of a one night stand with a friend- he glances back at the words and without hesitation he pushes himself off of the bed and walks to his dresser.

"mmm, what're ya doin' ed?" your eyes crack open to see him grabbing something. he walks back to you with one hand behind his back, his other clutching the now closed notebook at his side.

he tossed the book to his side of the bed, still watching your hands ministrations to your cunt.

"shhh, don't talk- just let me hear you."

you don't hesitate to let out another guttural moan, fingers deep inside yourself, staring directly at him.

his eyes go wild and his smiles so wide you can't imagine his cheeks aren't sore. "say my name, pretty please." you hear a soft click and before you can question it you're squirming and pulsing around your own fingers.

you revel in your release, letting out that same pornographic moan that had caught his attention before and let out a breathy scream of his name. "eddie, please!"

sweat beaded your forehead, you gasp to catch your breath as you slowly remove your fingers- a sick squelch coming from your pussy before you hear that click again.

eddie pulls his hand from behind his back, a tape-recorder cemented in his palm. he plays it back to you, and you shrivel with embarrassment as the moan of his name and the sounds of your own body play back to you.

"ugh, you ass!" you quickly lurch forward and grab it from his hand and flip him off threatening to erase the recorded sound.

"hey! don't you dare, i need that." he snatches it back from your grasp. you give him a questioning glance, your left eyebrow perched higher than the other and an almost-frown as you tilt your head slightly.

there go those wild eyes of his, once more, followed by a short- sharp smack to your ass, "for your feature on my soon-to-be latest, and greatest, banger."

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #eddie munson smut #stranger things 4 #best friend!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x fem!reader #casual fantasy??#idk what else to put...enjoy

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rosiesramblings · 11 months

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Hello! Firstly, thank you for writing Ted fics, I read everything in the characters voices and I swear they could be straight out of episodes, your characterisation is SO GOOD!

Both fics filled me with the same heartwarming wholesome feeling that the show gives me

Thank you for the HCs as well, if it’s not too much bother, please could you do some more HCs for Colin

OH MY GOD this is so nice???? Thank you???? Of fucking course it isn't too much bother, especially since we've learned so much more about colin since the last time i did HC for him.

Fair warning tho some of these a going to be a leetle angsty but they get better I promise

Colin Hughes. What a man.

Pre-coming out, he and Isaac were constantly competing to see who could make the other one shriek the loudest with a poke.

Colin is pretty much one of the only ones brave enough to shamelessly go after isaac - the other players will fight back if isaac starts it, but they respect the captain too much to do anything that might somehow undermine his authority

This all stops when isaac learns that colin's gay. And colin tries not to let it show, but it fucking hurts. Aches, even. He didn't even realize that he enjoyed getting tickled by isaac until the man refused to touch him.

Trent Crimm the Independent kind of fills that gap for those few weeks, after he gives colin some advice and claps a hand on the back of his neck, and colin fucking snorts and shoots his shoulders up to his ears

Trent is so good at tickling colin with a completely straight face, and it drives colin bananas. He doesn't know why it makes it tickle so much more, but it absolutely does

Now, personally, i think colin forgave isaac too easily (even though i am glad that they made up!) Like, the whole 'isaac not being able to say i love you' thing broke my heart, so i imagine that it would at least crack colin's a little bit. If anything, it makes him more cautious around isaac, like he doesn't want to set him off again

Colin won't initiate any physical contact with isaac, because he doesn't think he can take the rejection of isaac pulling away again. He tries to be grateful that he's mostly got his friend back, but trent notices the look in his eyes when he stops himself from giving isaac a poke in the ribs as he walks past

Eventually, trent calls isaac over and patiently explains the situation to him. Isaac is shocked that colin feels like he can't touch isaac anymore (because let's be honest, isaac is an emotionally illiterate dumbass), and immediately feels so fucking guilty

He asks trent what he should do, and trent just raises his eyebrows with a, "show him that it's okay"

What follows is possibly the tickliest week of colin's life

Isaac makes a point to casually spider over colin's knee in the locker room, scribble across his tummy during stretches, and claw at his shoulder blade to make him fuck up doing drills. Now that he's looking for it, isaac wonders how he could possibly have missed the way colin's face lights up when he tickles him, and how the smile always stays on his face long after it's over

By the end of the week, colin is a jumpy mess, and isaac finally takes pity on him and wrecks his shit, attacking all of colin's worst spots, making him promise to go back to normal, and even going so far as to make colin say, "I am allowed to have fun with my friends. Being gay doesn't make it weird."

It is barely understandable because isaac was scribbling over colin's shoulderblades at the time, but it still gets the message across

After that, things go pretty much back to normal, except it seems like a weight has been lifted off colin's shoulders.

He resumes his position as Richmond's Most Wiley Ler, as well as his membership of the Wreck Jamie Tartt's Shit As Often As We Want Because He Clearly Adores It club

Once, roy put a hand on colin's shoulder when he's trying to coach him, and colin jumps away with a flushed face. Roy just looks at the sky like Jesus Fucking Christ, another one

Will tease Jamie expertly but absolutely cannot take what he dishes out

And, of course, he is always keeping an ear out if the other lads make any rude insinuations about Wales. Bumbercatch once said something about welsh independence and colin tickled him to the brink of insanity. (Yes, if jamie is in a massive lee mood, he knows the quickest way to get colin to wreck him is to insult his home country).

#tickling #tfb community #ted lasso tickles #ted lasso tickle headcannon #colin hughes #this is a little sab but then i make it happy #promis

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kurjakani · 3 months

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I wonder if i could finally do that slasher art zine of mine n put it on gumroad and put it on choose-your-prize for sm small proceeds 2 donate to palestine or other spots. M bummed i dont have enough time 2 do active donation comms rn bc of school & work but. Maybe theres smth leetle i could figure out.

If someone has done smth like this anf has tips feel frre to hmu

#kanitalk #to clarify slasher bc i just have a shit ton of finished art of them & sketches I could collage #i do work currently and i have plans 2 partake in the e sims system qhen i get my pacyckeck but i am p fucking ass up money wise 💀#need to pay my rent too n shit

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eleemosynecdoche · 6 months

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So let me get this straight:

Pondering the yonic symbolism of Yukari Yakumo = Cringe

Wanting Yukari Yakumo to eat you = Based

Anon, I'm going to go down to the party store and I'm going to buy a full pack of Gauloises and I'm going to go over to your domicile, your place of residence, and I am going to follow you around, smoking the pack, and every time I spot a dog, I'm going to flick a butt at the dog and say, in the worst attempt at a French accent you have ever heard in your life, "You see zat dog? Zat dog ees you, and ze cigarettes are ze attempts of Mme. Mlle. Yakumo to devour vous whole. Êntire! And you cower like une leetle wretch and whine!"

Thank you for your ask.

#touhou asks

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pinkiepiebones · 11 months

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Prompt: Rain's little froggie gets a new friend!

Ghouls do not express themselves like humans do. They do not have mouths, so they can't smile or frown. They do not embrace one another. There are no animal behaviours in them, either- no head butts, no tail wags, no purring. They are regarded by most as stoic entities, as hoofed, mouthless gargoyles given profane animation by Him Below.

But those who have been in consistent ghoulish proximity take note of things. Ghouls tend to cluster in groups of a dozen or so, usually all of the same element, but not always. They have their own body language- a rustling of folded feathery wings against their scaly backs is equitable to laughter. A gaggle, or a flock, or a murder, or a cloister of ghouls (no one is sure what to call a grouping of them) that is standing silently on the ceiling and then seems to break out in vigorous wing shaking, well, they're having a grand time. Aggression is expressed by open wings being raised up, as though the ghoul is attempting to appear taller. Sorrow comes in the clutching of horns.

Joy is another matter all together.

A ghoul's joy is a rare site, but not impossible to witness or feel. Copia knows this. He grew up in the church. He's dating a ghoul. He's seen his band ghouls explode in joy on stage, and though the intricate lighting system and costumes are used to purposefully obfuscate their ghoulishness, Copia knows very well what it looks like for each element. A fire ghoul's skin seems to crack and a deep golden red glow seems to emanate from the cracks, as though the creature's body became embers. They also radiate a very comfortable warmth. Air ghouls fluff up like baby birds and spark with lightning. Earth ghouls blossom all over with little pink flowers not of this world. Aether ghouls look like they just rolled in purple glitter.

Copia finds one of the band ghouls, the one the fans call "Rain," out on the church grounds. Rain is on it's belly in the mud at the edge of the haunted lake, staring at a frog.

Copia smiles. Rain had taken a shine to this particular frog a while ago, going so far as to drag Copia out in the rain early one morning just to introduce him to the tiny amphibian. //KERMIT,// Rain had said telepathically, pointing at the frog as enthusiastically as a ghoul could.

"Hey, you two," Copia says gently so as not to startle either of them. He steps gingerly into the mud; he made sure to throw on some shoes and clothes that he wouldn't mind getting dirty before he travelled outside. He is also carrying a strange plastic box. "How is it going out here? Everyone, uh, good?"

Rain nods a little, not taking it's inkwell eyes off the frog, who croaks. //I HAVE BEEN TELLING KERMIT OF THE UPCOMING TOUR. I AM FEELING HAPPY TO TOUR BUT UNHAPPY TO LEAVE MY FRIEND. HE IS UNHAPPY FOR ME TO LEAVE. BUT I WOULD NOT WANT TO BRING KERMIT ON THE TOUR. I DO NOT THINK A FROG WOULD ENJOY THE TOUR BUS.//

Copia nods. "That's very true, Rain. I don't bring my rats for the same reason. Nothing on the bus for leetle animals to enjoy."

Rain sits up and wipes some of the mud off it's chest. //BUT YOUR RATS HAVE FRIENDS HERE, SO WHEN YOU LEAVE, THEY ARE PERHAPS NOT SO LONELY.// Rain looks up at Copia. //KERMIT IS ALONE. HE TOLD ME.//

The Papa makes a mental note to ask the ghoul called Special about animal-to-ghoul communication and squats down beside the ghoul. "Well, I actually brought something out to show you, I think it might help..." He opens the strange box and tips it for Rain to see inside.

A small spotted frog looks up into the ghoul's eyes.

"Someone found this fella in the poisonous plants garden on the other side of the church's land, and I thought, hey, Rain likes frogs, maybe it would like to meet this one."

Rain reaches into the box with an almost timid gentleness and brings the spotted frog out. It holds the frog close to it's unblinking eyes, perhaps assessing. Then, gingerly, it lowers it's talon. The little frog hops off the ghoul's hand and into the mud in front of Kermit. The two frogs stare at each other, then the spotted one hops, landing on Kermit's head.

Rain looks from it's frogs to Copia. The ghoul's skin shimmers with waves of blue and white, like sunlight on the lake's surface, but more serene. It's hair-like feathers raise and waft as though it is underwater. The smell of saltwater winds fills Copia's senses.

Water ghoul joy.

//NOW KERMIT WILL NOT BE LONELY WHEN WE LEAVE FOR THE TOUR, AND MY UNHAPPINESS HAS EBBED.// The ghoul puts a muddy hand on Copia's shoulder. //THANK YOU SO MUCH, PAPA. KERMIT THANKS YOU AS WELL.//

Copia smiles at the ghoul still rippling with joy. "No problem."

#ghost bc #microfic #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul

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supercantaloupe · 11 months

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no one asked but here are my thoughts on the new met don giovanni from today. tl;dr: a couple of weird choices made but overall Quite good i liked it

elaine douvas jumpscare at the top lol

federica lombardi and ben bliss as anna and ottavio were the standouts to me. lombardi came out the gate STRONG with fuggi crudele and she keeps it up. and kudos to bliss as ottavio; i often find that he can be a pretty uninteresting character if not played carefully and bliss did a really great job making ottavio Interesting. face journey of the year award goes to his dalla sua pace (il mio tesoro honorable mention).

peter mattei sounds great obviously but is it just me or is he starting to get a leetle bit old for the role. not vocally but physically. like him next to ying fang is like. sure man yeah

alfred walker in the same camp honestly. like he did a great job singing masetto but i'll always laugh when like. giovinette che fate all'amore kicks up and they're like "here's the happy young couple :)" and the bass is obviously in his late forties at the youngest lmao

anyone else think adam plachetka looks. kind of like ted cruz. hello?

anyway i liked plachetka a lot largely because he seemed to actually remember that don giovanni is nominally a dramma giocoso and a lot of his little acting choices brought back some of the humor that i thought was a bit lacking in the production as a whole. also christ they bowl that fucking man across the stage a few times don't they

ying fang did a great job too. the lingering terror in her expression during la ci darem so juicy. also that bit in act ii when they're threatening leporello and she balls his shirt up in her fist even though he's like a foot taller than her. love her so much. also woman pretty

i liked stutzmann's conducting for the most part although nothing much Stood Out to me about it. except like two or three tempi i disagreed with and a couple of spots here or there that felt like the orchestra and singers weren't 100% together right away. but idk i'm not a conductor i assume doing a debut performance at the met with a new opera you haven't conducted before is A Challenge so.

a few scenes felt...strangely placid energy wise to me. notably the opening scene but a few other places too including elvira's arias for some reason? in some cases it's like i think more just could've been done with the blocking while nothing much else was going on but in other places there Was plenty of movement it just felt...low energy. idk. where's the hustle i thought this was life or death here

cool use of the fog rising out of the floor of the stage's incline

although the steep rake to the stage led to a few unintentionally awkward/funny (to me.) camera angles. like they were obviously shooting from stage level and it would normally be a straight medium/wide shot but because of the rake it ends up being a slightly weird low angle (especially funny to me when in terms of cinematography language this kind of undercuts the vibe of the character that's being shown onstage at the moment lol but what can ya do. i'm being very nitpicky anyway)

actually the set design in general surprised me. mostly because for like 90% of the show i'm like "it looks kind of interesting i guess but Why So Brutalist And Plain" although i like that having multiple levels lets there be some creative use of vertical space in the blocking. i was so ready to write it off as disappointing/underutilized to me until the very last chorus of the show they actually Do Something with it and it totally surprised me and i really liked it. made me wait for it! surprised me! credit where credit is due i liked that a lot in the end.

i do wonder though if this production would be completely undone with a little more color in it tho. like i Get what they were going for with all the grey and i do appreciate the roses and blood but i feel like you can still do More with a broader but still limited color palette without compromising the vision. at least you could be more creative with the lighting i feel like the met pretty consistently disappoints me with its lighting (which is usually "serviceable" to "attractive" but not really creative or adding all that much to the scene. sorry but musicals are still beating you at this particular game)

although what was with the ball scene. with the mannequins and random period dress for ottavio anna and elvira but no one else. i liked the costumes but what was the point

also that said re: lighting. a cenar teco FINALLY did something interesting with the lighting and projections. cool and i liked it. except for the fact that the projection was up for too long and you couldn't fucking see what was happening on the stage and don giovanni effectively just Disappeared. i realize this was intentional but either make the disappearance much more sudden/short or show me what happens to that little freak otherwise it just feels lazy

great cello in batti batti o bel masetto. liked.

FANTASTIC orchestra in la ci darem and especially its preceding recit. the combo of the theorbo + cello + harpsichord was so atmospheric, somehow adding both to the romantic atmosphere AND the "psychological horror" thing going on in that scene. which i love honestly that scene SHOULD look gorgeous and feel like a lead weight in your stomach and i love that they went there with it.

also sorry but the champagne aria could be blocked way more interestingly. try harder

mixed feelings on the blocking of the ball scene. i thought the choice to have the whole chorus there but be so still and stiff when dancing was interesting, it definitely conveyed the sort of control through fear that the don has on everybody, but at the same time the scene felt like it was missing life. as well as missing some of the chaotic energy i think is necessary to build up over the course of the scene to lead into the climax. plus what is that act finale? kind of a cop out imo not actually showing us a clever escape of any kind. i will give them points however for having the onstage musicians because i am a sucker for that. i could see one of those oboists onstage was playing a cocobolo instrument...preddy.

okay what the fuck was up with gia la mensa e preparata. i get that it can be a weird/tricky scene to block if you're doing a more Serious And Grounded (and/or Edgy) production (and this production i do think leans more towards that and further away from the comedy potential throughout, with some exception here or there) but dude the tonal whiplash. they go like full on farce for like a solid six minutes there it's kind of bizarre. like it's funny yeah but it feels like it comes out of nowhere and doesn't totally fit...like peter mattei didn't anyone ever tell you not to play with your food. although it was funny when he accidentally beaned plachetka in the face with a dinner roll. literally once elvira shows up the rest of the scene is Fine and i actually really like the way it's blocked and acted from that point on but What Was Up With That

also this is going to sound so weird both coming from me and speaking about this opera in particular but. it felt. weirdly not horny enough? also weird to say cause there was an above average amount of people lying on top of each other on the floor going on too but. like. idk. vedrai carino...a lot of elvira's acting...even some of mattei's i felt like there could've been More done in this respect without it pushing into the realm of excessive or distasteful. they really play up the He's A Sexual Predator angle of the character here but with more emphasis on the predator part and less on the sexual part i think. but idk maybe part of this has to do with me thinking walker and mattei look a little bit old and/or me not being generally as into men. ah well

anyway not to be really annoying all the time but if you liked this production (especially a lot of its aesthetic choices) i am once again recommending the 2017 aix production it's on youtube and it's soooo good. and has a Lot of similarities with this one stylistically. and also i love it

#sasha speaks #sasha reviews #don giovanni #overall I Liked It. not my favorite production but one of the better ones i've seen so far #edit: wait apparently ant did ask. i missed that in my notes somehow. anyway. hi ant here u go lol

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sunhated-a · 4 months

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“ Do not be such a Scrooge, darling ~ . Enjoy the festivities. “

Not her jingling a fucking mistletoe above their heads.

“ Oh my, where did this leetle thing come from? Gods, how SCANDALOUS — “

Oh, and what a sullen mood the demon king had found himself in, but he had been permissive enough to allow his subordinates to celebrate. Enough to drag him into one of the festivities, where he had spent the entire night masking his exhaustion and pretending to mingle.

Now, Muzan found himself a moment of peace at last, cradling a blood-filled wineglass in hand. He would be content to just watch his creations enjoy themselves, perhaps he would allow it. Once.

But then, undoubtedly, the sound of jingling approaching... and Muzan shut his eyes, deep breath in, slow sigh out. He knew he was in for some trickery.

"There is only so much merriment and celebration I can endure. I swear if this keeps up, I'll go mad."

Plum colored irises flickered up to the plant in Bethanne's grasp, and if she squinted, she could perhaps spot a hint of a smirk forming on his pale lips.

"You'll have better luck with any of the moons, I'm afraid."

Oh, so he's playing that game is he?

#ic.#IYGSDYFGS YELLING

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undead-potatoes · 4 months

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YOUR TURN!!!! What do Jay and Aurora wear to bed? How do they sleep? Do they starfish or sleep like a leetle baby? Do they snore?

Ooooh I've actually been meaning to ask a similar question on one of my ask sprees B)

Jay keeps it relatively simple, he just sleeps in his underwear (braises/breeches + undershirt). He also wears socks when it's cold :^)

Much like a cat, Jay has two modes; either he's balled up somewhere, possibly in a sleeping bag or under a pile of pillow and blankets, OR he somehow manages to take up 3/4 of the bed despite being a short little twink. Sometimes it starts as the former, and ends in the latter.

As for snorting, it might happen occasionally, but it's not a really frequent thing.

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Aurora is old school, and sleeps in a long linen gown. She loves a bit of frill and lace, maybe some nice embroidered embellishments around the sleeves and neck. She'll hold off on the night cap, though.

She likes to sleep while holding onto something, like a pillow or another person, but her limbs are otherwise kept to themselves.

And she snores, very loudly sometimes. Please don't tease her about it though, it's a bit of a sore spot for her.

- - -

I imagine the sleep outfits are a little more utilitarian when they're out on the road tho. Speaking from experience, it's rarely practical to have separate sleeping outfits, and you may need more layers on when you're sleeping outside.

#Sunny Answers #ottobooty #CH: Tav #CH: Aurora Dawnbringer #thank youuu :3c #*hands everyone in camp a pair of ear plugs* for your trouble #might uuuuh need them for other situations too B^)

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beskarberry · 2 years

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Buttered Toast

Dieter Bravo as Gio x gn!reader

IMAGINE: CLIFFBEASTS - Sweepstakes to have breakfast with none other than GIO! He will be IN CHARACTER during the breakfast!

Rating: M mature for silly

Content Warnings: none, except silly Gio foolishness

A/N: This glorious shitpost was written entirely by my beloved husband @man-slut-mando for the entertainment of our discord server. It's beyond crack fic, so hold on to your butts! It's about to get buttery.

You, of the 5 million entries…have WON THE BREAKFAST DATE WITH GIO!

You're driven to the airport, you get on the plane, and arrive at your destination: San Francisco, CA.

You're escorted by the crew of the movie! Limo, mid-morning mimosas, and a luxurious trip though Cali's hottest spots.

Now imagine:

YOU ARRIVE AT:

THE TOAST EATERY!!

Out front stands... Gio

He smiles warmly, and extends a hand to you as you exit the limo

As you walk towards him to take his hand, he throws out both arms and hugs you tightly - Almost too tight, and in true character, yell-whispers in your ear…

"GIO WAS WONDERING WHYEN YOU WERE GYOING TO GYET HEEEERE!"

Immediately he lets you go, and sprints inside the restaurant.

On the tables, toast.

Toast, toast toast.

On the radio: Haywood Banks, 'Yeah Toast'.

The menus? Long bread, with toast.

No extras, only butter, and Gio loves butter.

"THIS is Gio's FYAVORITE PLYACE TO EYAAAAT."

CRONCH CRONCH CRONCH - Crumbs everywhere. Napkins? NO, your way to clean up butter and toast crumbs?

MORE TOAST.

The icing on the proverbial toast-cake while you're there with Gio? He finishes his 24 pieces of butter toast. He has a mountain of crumbs on the tabletop.

He LICKS the table clean.

In front of you.

You stare at him, face guffaw'd.

"Oh, you wanted some of Gio's bounty? TOO BAD, LEETLE GURL. The crumbs are GIO'S."

You try to strike up conversation about the new cliff beasts movie.

"Do NOT try to deestract Gio by talking about the FYEATHERD BIRBS. Gio knows you are trying to STYEAL HIS TOAST."

The server brings you a drink.

Rehydrated milk with toast crumb topping.

"Ah, PYERFECT FOR DEEPING MAI TOAST INTO." Gio drinks the rehydrated milk abomination and smiles. Crumbs: present. Teeth: covered. "NYOW, how about a leetel kees for Gio?" At this point the song on the radio has hit the french toast part. Gio switches into this best french accent. He leans into your face, "omlyeeete due fyoromaaage~"

The date continues.

You leave the toast eatery, Gio still covered in crumbs. Guards? Security? Nope, it's just you two. You walk the streets with Gio as he points out all the best things.

"You see theees fyire hydrant? it is the REE-YONG color of REEYED." He leans down and touches the hydrant. Pulls out a large crescent wrench from his pant leg that you didn't notice before, "Gio needs hydration."

SPLOOSH!

Water, everywhere.

Gio takes a drink. Flooding waters be damned, he pulls you along, both of you soaked.

Phones, ruined.

Hair, sloppy.

Plap plap plap go his wet slippers on the concrete. The $200 you spent on getting all pretty for meeting your favorite actor? Gone. Wasted. Oh yes, did I forget to mention? He's dressed in slippers, jeans, and a bathroom robe. Hair, fluffy and erratic. No shirt.

Crumbs are stuck in his chest hair.

He notices you noticing him. "Oh, you weesh to consume from Gio's glorious chest bounty? I THYINK NOT." He grabs his chacha poppers and licks the crumbs off his chest as best he can.

(We cannot reference his pecs properly, no. We must refer to them as his chacha poppers. Uno and dos)

You continue walking. By now, your shoes have dried, but the rest of you hasn't. Was this the breakfast date you wanted? No, but you were still with Gio…so….

Stop.

Gio stares skyward. "I weesh to eat edamame."

You furrow your brow. "Eda..mame? Like the bean?"

"Gyes. Just lyiek your edamame, madam omelette~" At this point you can't help but wonder what sort of drug induced frenzy has taken control of this man. He turns to face you, and walks up to you slowly, cautiously. "You…will help Gio find his edamame"

Your eyes wander around, looking for anything that remotely looks like a candid camera location. "Hey."

"HYEY." Gio stares you down with a frown on his face. "Do you nyot trust Gio? Why do you avoid hees special gaze?"

Suddenly, a sound graces your ears: Pyurrrruururrubbbbbybbbppbbbpbpbptt

Gio's eyes go wide.

"Gio. Must. Go. NOW." He breaks into a sprint-wobble, aiming for the dry cleaners across the street. You're too stunned to follow him, instead watching as he slams the door open And proceeds to lift the lid on a washing machine by the front window.

The owner starts screaming in an unknown language.

Gio sits upon the washing machine, jeans only part way down his thighs.

Unbeknownst to Gio, and unbeknownst to the shop worker…

This machine will start on the spin cycle if hit just right.

And unfortunately for both parties involved…

The spin cycle starts.

Clearly, we're going to need a bigger mop and bucket soon.

You can't face what is unfolding in front of you, so you turn around and start walking away from the dry cleaners who just received a new indoor paint job. You pull your phone out - Still drenched by the way, and sigh at the fact that it is still indeed dead. You continue walking down the street. Folks watch you as you pass by, questioning your looks, but hey, it's San Francisco.

Suddenly, behind you in the distance, you hear: "plap plap plap plap PLAP PLAP PLAP"

"MYEYE SWEET LEETLE GURL, WHY DO YOU FLYEE FROM GIO?"

A shiver - Nay, an ICEBERG of a shudder runs down your spine. You snap your head back to look at the oncoming disaster that is Gio. At this point, what you see cannot surprise you any more, and yet…

Three, count them: THREE pairs of ladies' underwear are upon his head. His jeans? Still on one leg. His WHITE boxers are now coated in some blue substance which you assume to be detergent, yet you can see a hint of…brown?!?!?

He's lost his robe and now has a yellow suit jacket on.

"WYAT FOR GIOOOO!"

He stops inches from you yet again, and smiles as tenderly as he can, covered in more than the normal amounts of fluids a man should have on at one time.

Before you can say anything to Gio, you hear tires screeching in the distance.You both turn to see your savior approaching at more-than-legal speeds: THE LIMO!

The limo screeches to a halt in front of you both, and two people jump out immediately. In their hands is some sort of hulahoop, with plastic around it?

"Oh, hyellow my frieeends!" Gio chirps before being grabbed by the scruff of his neck.

"Hello, Dieter."

The hula-hoop is held above him, and within milliseconds, a curtain drops around him, hiding him from view.

Clothes are flung from the sides, a large bucket of water is dumped into the ring above Gio, with him giggling the entire time.

The hoop is dropped, and Gio reappears fully clothed and clean.

"Hyellow again!"

Both of his handlers look at you, faces emotionless. "Don't worry, he does this a lot."

"He what?"

"I dyou this a-loht" Gio says, mocking his handlers with a high pitched voice.

The exhausted handler sighs. "Now, shall we continue to the next part of your sweepstakes prize? If you both enter the limo, we can head to our next destination. Gio, we even have your favorite snacks in the limo: fruit roll ups!"

"Oh be-yoi!" I love the snacks!"

To be continued.

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taterswithranch · 8 months

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/CnPV3Q4Ba84/?igshid=MWZjMTM2ODFkZg== goat tabi spotted in the wild >:]

HEHEHHE THE LEETL

Bro just appears out of nowhere jkdjfkd

#ask answered #shippin my sanses

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franklinstar · 1 year

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[Image ID: a drawing of a brown tabby cat with dull yellow eyes labeled as Dustpelt. His stripes end in spots. His underbelly, ears, tail tip, and front left paw are a soft cream white. He's glaring upwards, his mouth unable to be seen from the angle. End ID.]

Gonna b real I almost forgot he existed 💀 this design is based purely off vibes form what I remember of him in Into The Wild

Design details;

Same white paw and tail tip as Ravenpaw, since they're brothers

Stripes kinda look like exclamation points, and I have no idea if that's symbolic or anything it just looks cool

Also looks a leetle bit like tigerstar. Just because yknow he allied with tigerstar at the start and everything and also it's the only head pose I could work with

#thunderclan #dustpelt #warrior cats #wc designs

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maulthots · 1 year

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The way I just finessed mirkwood forest or whatever the fuck it's called. Rode my leetle horse past an erdbear, or whatever the FUCJ it's called, only to spot another one, only to spot another one, only to spot another one,

#my out loud dialogue alone in my house: oh no a second! oh no a third! oh no a FOURTH?!?!?#cathy plays elden ring #they're fast :(

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afterglow-tommylee · 2 years

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Chapter 15. The Sun Would Rise In The Jasmine Skies

Malibu California, April 19 2002

As I stand in front of the full floor to ceiling mirrors that surround the bed in our bedroom, wearing my Louis Vutton black strappy stilettos, I slip on the gold chain straps to my Christian Dior newsprint knee length backless dress that hugged my body in all the right places, and flowed from my hips in an asymmetrical a line cut. I had just finished my makeup, my classic black smokey eye looking perfectly dramatic and I couldn't decide whether to wear my curls up or leave them down.

It was the night of our engagement party, and Tommy had invited everyone - and I mean everyone - to his club that he owned, Venus, the club that Lizzy and I had gone to the first night after I met him.

Tommy made dinner reservations at Nostimos to have dinner beforehand with his mother and sister since they aren't able to come to the party, which is right around the corner from Venus. I was a little nervous since this will be the first time I'm meeting his mother and his sister.

I still cannot believe that we are getting married. I have never been so happy in my entire life, and I know I keep saying it but I really thought I would never ever feel this way again. I can't even believe he asked me to marry him. Me? Really? He wants to marry me? Like man, sometimes I still don't know just what he even sees in me.

"Babe! You almost ready up there or what?" Tommy calls up the stairs with a laugh.

"Yea, yea... no, I don't know," I call gathering my dark curls in my hands and attempting to see what I would look like with my hair up, turning my back to the mirror and looking over my shoulder, then letting my curls fall to see if that looked any better. I caught a glimpse of the diamond ring on my finger in the reflection, shining so brightly in the glow of the late afternoon sun coming through the room and I looked down at it, falling in love with how it sat perfectly on my finger.

"Vhat are youz doin-guh my leetle von, you are makinz us late!" He yells up at me in his slimy greek guy accent that he does sometimes that makes me laugh uncontrollably, though right now I was just trying to concentrate on what to do... but still ended up laughing.

"Ok just...," I laughed, calling down to him. "I'm fixin my hair my love, just give me a wee bit of time," I add trying to do my terrible irish accent back to him and I hear him laugh from downstairs as I run over to my dresser, grab a few bobby pins and make a quick updo with my curls on top of my head with some cascading down, giving myself a double check to make sure it would stay, then spritz a bit of perfume - Tommy's favorite of course- and then make my way out of the room, to the open loft staircase and quickly make my way down the steps to see Tommy at the bottom of the staircase waiting for me.

He wore a white collared shirt, with only the bottom 3 buttons done up, his necklaces laying perfectly against his chest as usual, jeans with his silver studded belt and belt buckle and his red converse Chuck Taylors with a black fedora hat. He looked so incredibly handsome I almost couldn't control myself.

He smiles at me and places his hand on his chest and I give him a confused look and then say, "What?"

"Just checking," He says.

"Checking for what?" I ask and stop in front of him a step or two before the marble floor so that I was the same height as he was.

"Checking to see if my heart is still beating" He says, his dark eyes looking into mine.

"Stop," I chuckle with a shy smirk.

"No way," He says and leans into me while I place my palms on either side of his face, and he presses his lips to mine, then moves his lips to my jawline,

"Fuck, you smell so amazing, I could just... mmmm" He says leaning back into me, placing his lips to my earlobe, then that spot under my earlobe again, trailing to my jawline, then back to my lips.

"C'mon, my love we are runnin' a wee bit late,We don't want yer Ma waitin now," I say in my terrible irish accent again once I part my lips from his and he laughs.

*****

Hollywood California, Nostimos, Hollywood April 19 2002

About an hour-ish later we arrived at the restaurant, and somehow a few photographers found out about our dinner at Nostimos and were waiting outside taking photos. The camera lights flashing made me incredibly nervous, especially since some of the photographers were yelling questions about who I was, but Tommy held my hand the entire time, giving them a subtle wave and said nothing as we stepped inside. All I could feel was my heart pounding. I've never experienced anything like that before, like usually it was only random fans coming up to Chris and being so sweet and asking for an autograph or something but nothing like that at all.

I'm always so damn nervous when I'm meeting a parent and all that flashing and photos being taken outside did not help at all. I remember the first time I met Chris's mom and I was a nervous wreck. I was so young and so shy that I barely said 3 words to her. Also it didn't help that Chris didn't actually get along with his mother very well and so that made it even more awkward.

"Uh, reservations for Lee" Tommy says in that deep voice to the tall blonde hostess at the front of the restaurant. She then looks down and checks the list of reservations in the little black book.

'Sure, right this way," She smiles and leads us into the restaurant, Tommy still holding my hand as we walk closely together.

"Does that happen a lot?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Not as much as it used to," He says looking down at me.

We finally reach the table to see his mom and his sister and they both rise as Tommy greets them so sweetly giving his mom a hug.

"Mom, this is Andi.. babe, this is my mom Vassilikki, but everyone calls her Voula," Tommy says once he lets go of her and turns to me, his mom waving at him dismissively.

"Hi," I smile shyly and she smiles back at me.

"Hello, it is very nice to meet you," She says sweetly in her greek accent, then embracing me in a hug which caught me a little off guard but I welcomed it of course. She is gorgeous, and Tommy looks so much like her. No wonder she was Miss Greece.

"It's so nice to meet you too, Tommy has told me so much about you," I say once we pull away from each other.

"All good I hope," She smiles.

"Yes," I giggle.

"And uh, that over there is Athena," Tommy says and she just gives him a look and he laughs.

"That? Oh gee thanks," She says sarcastically, sounding just like Tommy. "Hi, it's good to meet you" She says, turning to me and embracing me in a hug as well.

"Hi, thank you, you too," I say nervously and then we pull away from each other. After a few more moments of pleasantries we then all sit down at the table with Tommy sitting beside me and his mom and sister across from us. The waitress then comes over to ask us what we would like to start with and I knew I wanted a drink to get some of my nerves calmed down. I decide on a martini and once the waitress comes back with our drinks we continue with our conversation.

His mom asks me a ton of questions, all good ones of course, how old I am, where I'm from, how I met Tommy all of which he has told her before but I guess she wanted to hear it from me.

"... so Tommy mentioned that you're part of management?" Athena chimes in after her mom seemed satisfied with my answers.

"Mmmm... yes," I say as I finish my sip of my martini and then add " I um, have a small management company, that I run independently. I've um, worked with Alice In Chains, Pantera, Nirvana for just a little bit early on... Soundgarden..."

"Well that's fuckin' cool, " Athena says and her mom gives her a stern look. "Sorry mom," She says and Tommy chuckles. "So you were part of that whole grunge thing huh?" She adds and takes a sip of her drink.

"Yea," I say.

"Well it's good to see that you aren't just a... y'know a hanger on," She says.

"Athena" Tommy says after he takes a sip of his drink.

"What? Dude I'm sorry, Tommy I love you but... sometimes your choices in women are like... questionable," She says and takes a sip of her drink.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He chuckles.

"Nothing," She says and Tommy just looks at her. I wasn't sure if they were arguing or if this was typical brother and sister behavior.

"So you, work in the music like my Tommy?" His mom says to me, changing the subject back to our original conversation.

"I do. More like behind the scenes though," I say.

"You are very beautiful, why behind the scenes as you say?" She says which made me blush.

"Um, thank you," I smile sweetly at her and then add " I just have more of a talent for the business part than being up in front of y'know... millions of people," I explain and feel Tommy's hand move to my thigh rubbing comfortingly through my dress.

"And you uh, love my Tommy?" She asks, taking a sip of her wine.

"I do, very much," I say and Tommy glances at me and I look up at him.

"And you are sure you want to marry?" She asks.

"Mom," Tommy says, giving her a look.

"What? You're my son, I need to ask questions-eh," She says in her greek accent which makes me grin to myself.

"Yes, I definitely want to marry your son without a doubt," I reassured her. She looks at Tommy and I can tell that he was giving her a hurried look, and then she looks back at me.

"Ok, then I love you too," She smiles at me and everyone laughs while Tommy shakes his head in embarrassment.

#tommy lee #tommy lee fanfic #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction

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