#andrea watches euphoria

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Do you think FTWS would benefit more from 10 episodes? For me personally I wish it was 10 because waiting almost 2 years for only 7 episodes seems kind of ridiculous. What are your thoughts?

I think you're absolutely correct, not only it is ridiculous, but it's just so incredibly TIRING.

I'm deeply, severely exhausted of Netflix's business model of taking nearly 2 years to drop something, only to be 6 hours and all the story is crammed in and there's no breather and then you have to binge all of it in one night if you even want to have hopes of getting another season and then rinse repeat.

THIS IS EXHAUSTING.

There are so many moments and storylines this season that could've benefited from better pacing and just having time to exist:

Silva's entire arch.

Bloom being in stasis? I'm saying this as the biggest Bloom simp there is, she should've stayed there longer. I should've missed her, I should've seen the characters miss her, Sky being in a prison bc he tried to see her should've made an impact, it should've HURT more and then we get that brief moment of euphoria when she breaks through and there's Farah and then bam- suicide ending. That would've murdered me and I want it that. In my head we got that.

Riven/Dane/Bea love triangle should've had more time. Dane trying to make Riven jealous, Riven and Dane sitting down and talking, Riven and Dane mourning Beatrix. Beatrix trying to reach out once she's alone, but by then it's too late. It should've been longer!!

Andreas. Andreas should've lasted so much more. I have not a single complaint on his storyline, only that I didn't wanna watch that crammed in 5 episodes, I wanted to watch that in 10! 15 even! goddammit. I wanted to ROOT for Sky/Andreas to be dad/son and for then Sky have to kill him anyway!!!

I just- yes they needed more episodes. Netflix get a motherf**** hint challenge.

#fate the winx saga #fate: the winx saga #answered #mymeta

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Wagnerrant Review #4 - Mishaps and Emotion

Work: Tannhäuser House: Bayerische Staatsoper Date of performance: 11.07.2021

Team Director: Romeo Castellucci Conductor: Asher Fish With: Georg Zeppenfeld, Klaus Florian Vogt, Simon Keenlyside, Dean Power, Andreas Bauer Kanabas, Ulrich Heß, Martin Snell, Lise Davidsen, Elena Pankratova, Sarah Gilford, Soloists of the Tölzer Knabenchor

Review: @dichterfuerstin

With Jonas Kaufmann’s Tristan debut right next to Anja Harteros’ Isolde debut (Watch the stream on staatsoper.tv, July 31st, 5PM CEST, it’s worth it), it’s hard to believe that the event I was looking forward to the most in the 2020/21 opera season was a performance of a four-year-old production that I’ve seen online before. But it was and so I did everything to get my hands on tickets for this season’s only performance of Tannhäuser at Bayerische Staatsoper. I cannot describe how happy I was when I got them and how sad I am now that it’s over. I hope that writing this review will help me revive those five hours at Bayerische Staatsoper – truly a special evening.

The best part of the entire production is the opening scene. Romeo Castellucci uses the fairly long overture and Venusberg music to visualise Tannhäuser being lured to Venus. A group of topless woman shoots arrows at a picture of a human eye, later the picture changes to that of a human ear, bewitching Tannhäuser’s senses until he gives in. A Tannhäuser-double walks on stage and climbs up the backdrop. This entire scene is choreographed flawlessly, every arrow compliments the music, and their placement on the backdrop is planned in a way where it works both for the picture of the eye and for the ear.

Castellucci did everything himself in this 2017 production of Tannhäuser. He directed, designed the sets, the costumes, and even the lighting. Solely the choreography by Cindy van Acker isn't his work. The result is a stunning unity of visuals on stage. It’s those that tell the story, not the characters. Elena Pankratova, who returned to the production to replace Daniela Sindram, pretty much only had to sit around as Venus, but she doesn’t have to move. It’s the mountain of flesh she’s sitting in, and the fact that both her and her lovers seem to melt away in fat and skin, that explains to the audience that Venus is a personification of both Lust and Gluttony. In act two, the singers could just stand in the wings to sing their lines. Not their acting tells us how they define love, but a single word written on a cube serving as altar and speaker’s desk at the same time. When Tannhäuser finally bursts out the confession that he’s been with Venus the words disappear and instead black colour gets spray-painted around in the cube. The black, forbidden aspect of Tannhäuser’s soul. The entire production gradually becomes blacker. While act one is even fairly colourful – fleshy pink for Venus, and bloody red for the Wartburg-knights’ costumes the deer they’re hunting, act two is white with only implied skin and nudity, though a lot of it, and act three is black until the curtain-call. This third act is the most impactful part of Castellucci’s production. It doesn’t raise nearly as much questions as act one and two – why do the knight’s costumes look like BDSM-fetish outfits? Why are there feet all over the stage during the Sängerkrieg? It shows the passage of time in the most impactful way. While more and more ridiculous numbers appear on the black screen – millions and millions and millions of year pass, the audience is shown the process of corpses rotting. And it’s not Tannhäuser’s and Elisabeth’s corpses, the names on the graves are those of the singers – Klaus and Lise. The message of this image? Tannhäuser and Elisabeth can’t be together in this timeline, but their story surpasses their lifetime. But no matter how powerful the imagery: Once again the singers do pretty much just stand and sit around while the stage speaks for them. Thus they can’t convince through their acting choices, but have to put everything into their voices.

And they do. Especially Georg Zeppenfeld convinces as Landgraf Hermann. He is probably the most reliable singer of our time, he doesn’t seem to have off-days. And as always he’s at his best in this performance. His voice carrying easily through the performance and singing a dignified, powerful Landgraf. And no matter what happens, he always remains calm.

The opposite of calm is obviously Tannhäuser. Klaus Florian Vogt debuted the role in this back in 2017 and hasn’t been replaced for even one year ever since. With good reason: His unusually light voice is a perfect fit for the sometimes too self-assured, sometimes insecure Tannhäuser. In addition to this, Vogt noticeably puts his whole soul into his performance, even though he apparently did not have the time to fully revise his, which led to a kind of sad “In ihr liegt in Maria” instead of the famous “Mein Heil liegt in Maria” and other mishaps. He makes up for his mess-ups by making his Tannhäuser especially emotional. He’s not afraid of letting a character’s emotions influence the sound and spices up the Romerzählung by singing with a different voice when quoting the pope, in comparison to when he’s just Tannhäuser. Lise Davidsen as Elisabeth is equally impressive. Having heard her as Sieglinde just some weeks before, I remembered her sometimes not being loud enough to get over a Wagnerian orchestra. This time however, she was in perfect form and every single one of her notes reached the audience, even the more quiet and scared lines in act three. I loved those especially. Davidsen dares to give her Elisabeth an insecure, questioning tone for “Sie sind’s” and “Sie kehren heim” and thus makes the audience really understand how much she fears Tannhäuser not coming back. With their voices harmonizing perfectly, with their acting skills, their creativity and emotion, Davidsen and Vogt make a great duo and we can only hope to hear them together in many more productions – next up is Die Walküre in Bayreuth.

The most impressive performance, however, delivers Simon Keenlyside as Wolfram von Eschenbach. Stepping in for another singer with just one day’s notice is hard, especially if this singer is Christian Gerhaher, munich’s favourite baritone. But Keenlyside, most well-known for his Mozart-interpretations mastered his unexpected Wagner-Challenge with ease. He acted as if he’d been rehearsing the production for weeks, and his big voice filled the Nationaltheater with ease, while always embracing Wolfram’s character. Not once he slipped into just singing his lines. Of course one could criticise that he never seemed to keep his hands still, unusual, when you’re used to Gerhaher’s interpretation of Wolfram von Eschenbach, but let’s be honest: This would be nothing more than beckmessering. Keenlyside is not the only one stepping in, though the others had about two weeks to prepare for their roles. Elena Pankratova, returning as Venus for Daniela Sindram, who was supposed to take over the role this season, and like Zeppenfeld and Vogt an original cast member in Castellucci’s production sings, as if she had planned to come back to Venus, her strong Soprano outshines the unflattering costume her director gave her.

Last but not least, Asher Fish conducted the performance for Simone Young. While it would have been nice to see a female conductor for diversity’s sake, opera is a world still very much dominated by men, one cannot complain about Fish’s conducting. He works out orchestra parts that are hardly noticeable, sometimes works them out too much, like when Tannhäuser is discovered by the Wartburg-society in act one he pronounces the more rhythmic parts so hard the music ends up sounding like traditional dance music you’d expect at German fairs. But just like Vogt seems to have finally found his libretto in act two, the conducting gets more balanced and with sensible dynamic- and tempo choices Fish gives the opera the amount of tragedy and sadness it needs, together with the mixture of euphoria and anger Tannhäuser’s descriptions of love in act two need.

Even if not everything went well – the choir could have been more balanced, the very first set change in act didn’t go as smoothly as it’s supposed to go, and not everyone knew their lines – the performance was touching, very nice to see, and fantastic to hear. I’m so glad to have been there, and cast and crew deserved all of the applause they got – certainly more than ten minutes of clapping and cheering.

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Growing Together - Chapter Three - Rising Star

Victor barely slept that night, concerned about his wife.

Andrea barely ate anything at dinner and began to look lethargic and sore, the rabies shot affecting her even more than the monkey bite itself, probably bringing a fever with it. When she said she wanted to take a shower and go to bed, he took matters into his own hands and helped her shower, afraid she would collapse should she do it on her own. After he settled her in bed, it took mere seconds for her to fall asleep, warm and cozy against him, while he entertained himself with a book. He watched over her, holding a quiet vigil in her slumber, making sure she was warm, comfortable, and healthy.

Once again, Andrea’s stirring woke Victor up. The sun was starting to rise in the Balinese sky, the only thing audible was the ebb and flow of the waves in the distance, the local birds still slumbering in their nests. He wondered if she was starting to get a fever, her cheeks looking more flushed than usual. He gently pressed his lips against her forehead, deeming the temperature acceptable. He wondered if her injury was causing discomfort, unable to t tell if her shoulder was swollen under the bandage. With a very light hand, he touched her on that spot, trying to determine if there was swelling or something that could indicate an infection. Everything seemed normal. She was safe and sound in his arms. Satisfied, Victor leaned his face against her hair and closed his eyes to sleep.

However, he found himself unable to fully relax.

Another thought stirred inside Victor’s somnolent mind. Taking care of Andrea physically was not his only job as a husband, he had to make sure she was happy as well. His biggest challenge, however, was that he had no idea of what made a good husband, or a good father, for that matter. He remembered witnessing his parents happy and in love at a very young age, and after that they had drifted apart, both using their careers as an excuse.

Victor could only guess what being a good husband meant, because he truly had no tangible idea. Still, he would try his best. Andrea gave him so much. She certainly deserved his best.

Victor grimaced as he remembered the way he scolded her earlier; he had reminded himself of his own father: insensitive, imperious, cruel even. Even if it was based on concern and good intentions, his wife did not deserve to be spoken to that way. He made a decision there and then: his main goal for the next day would be to make Andrea smile and allow her to shine her brightest.

Victor tried his best to keep true to his promise, tending to her every need, watching her mood carefully, and acting accordingly. The resort doctor came again to check her wound, which had improved greatly overnight, and told them she could remove the bandage. As a reward of sorts, Victor and Andrea took a dive in the swimming pool, ate, and slept, returning to their previous honeymoon bliss. Still, Andrea seemed sad for some reason, her natural light dimmer than usual. It was when she caught her, later that day, staring at her purse, lost in thought, that he understood why. She was worried about all the text messages Olive had left her.

It was only natural that she would worry, not knowing what was happening back home could only make her picture all sorts of scenarios, probably even worse than the one that was actually happening. On the other hand, Victor knew that the moment she found out there was something wrong with her study, she would lose her for the rest of the honeymoon. She wouldn’t trust other people much with her work and would want to supervise every single inch of progress, forgetting all about the honeymoon. Whatever was happening back in Loveland, Olive and the research team would have to fend for themselves. In the meantime, Victor would have to take his wife’s mind off the subject.

After dinner, Victor took her outside to enjoy the warm night on the patio. They laid down on the big bed by the pool, watching the stars.

“Does your shoulder hurt?” He eyed her carefully, as she tried to make herself more comfortable on the mattress.

“No, not anymore.” She tossed a bit more. “Just trying to find the perfect position.”

Victor smirked to himself. She could be such a dummy sometimes.

“Luckily for you, I know exactly what my wife needs.” He tugged her arm, pulling her closer. “Come use your special pillow.”

She smiled and snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest.

“You were right, this is much better.” She moved closer, as Victor’s arm came behind her, drawing lazy circles on her skin.

They laid still for a moment, enjoying the quiet of the night, until Andrea broke the silence.

“Do you know anything about constellations?”

“Can’t say that I do, why?” He looked at her, curious.

“You and I, laying like this, looking at the stars…” She trailed off. “It’s like in the movies.”

Victor couldn’t hide his smile. Even his wife, who was always so practical and down to earth, enjoyed some romance from time to time. He would obviously oblige. That’s what a good husband would do.

“Anyone could tell you about the most commonly known constellations, such as the Big Dipper or Orion’s Belt.” He playfully quipped. “But only I can tell you about the Mystery Constellations, which only a handful of men on this planet know about.”

“Is that so?” Andrea smiled, playing along. “Mystery Constellations, you say?”

“Now that you are my wife, I feel more at ease sharing this incredibly sensitive information with you, provided you promise me you won’t tell another soul. Do I have your word?” He ceremoniously asked, making his wife giggle.

“You have my word.” She answered, amused.

“Perfect.” He nodded, pointing to the sky. “Do you see those four stars, forming an imperfect trapezoid?”

“Those over there?” She looked at the spot in the sky where he was pointing. “Yes, I guess.”

“That’s the constellation of Pudding.” The statement made Andrea laugh hard, and Victor almost lost his composure as well. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious.” He scolded, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

“There’s a constellation called Pudding?” Andy laughed again.

“I don’t know why you doubt me, it’s right there.” He answered in all seriousness, making Andrea laugh again. “The legend says that, once upon a time, there was a prince that wanted to conquer this incredibly short and difficult princess’s heart.” He stifled a laugh, seeing she didn’t like the remark on her height. “However, the only thing he knew how to make was pudding, and this particular damsel did not like pudding, so the prince was in quite a predicament. He prayed to the gods to provide him with the finest ingredients, so he could prepare the perfect pudding, the one that would make her fall in love. The gods, moved with the very noble and handsome prince’s devotion, granted him his wish. He made the perfect pudding, a dessert so glorious it was known to drive mortals insane if they had too much of it, and also likely to cause a tummy ache.”

At this point, Andrea was lost in laughter.

“Do you want me to tell you the story or not? Your mockery is aggravating.” He teased her, just to see if he could make her laugh even more.

“Go on, noble and handsome prince.” She teased him back.

“I shall.” Victor continued. “Resuming, the prince had obtained the perfect gift to bestow to his loved one, but the gods had become jealous. Who was this mortal to become worthy of something so divine, that was clearly destined for the gods and the gods alone? They took the pudding away from the prince, and to reward him for his efforts, they made a constellation in the sky shaped like a pudding, to honor such a gastronomic masterpiece.”

“Wow, stargazing and storytelling. I’m impressed.” Andrea complimented, making Victor smirk internally. “But what about the prince? Did he get the girl?”

“It turns out the prince never needed pudding in the first place. May I remind you, he was very desirable.” Victor got another laugh from his wife.

“I’m inclined to agree with that.” Andrea smiled suggestively. “Thank you for showing me such a mysterious constellation.”

“I’m not done yet.” Victor was actually having fun acting silly. It was truly enjoyable to hear his wife laugh like that. Almost as much as making her scream his name. “Do you see those three stars in a row? That constellation is named King of Highhorseland.” Andrea laughed even harder than before. “Legend says…”

“Quit being petty!” She playfully scolded him, poking him in the ribs.

“Let me finish!” He poked her back.

“Nope. Another one.” She insisted, making Victor chuckle, amused that he was able to provoke her.

“Alright, fair enough.” He relaxed on the mattress, focused on the starry sky again. “Can you see that star over there, the brightest of them all?”

“You mean the plane?” She asked with a flat voice.

“I mean the star.” Victor corrected, although part of him was wondering if she was right.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a plane, Victor.”

“Excuse me, who is the knowledgeable astronomer here?” He playfully frowned at her. “This very special star is called Andrea. She’s bright, magical, and beautiful, and she brightens up my dark sky.” He came closer to her, their breaths mingling, their lips almost touching.

“That’s incredibly sweet.” She whispered. “Although you just named a plane after me.”

“Shut up.” Victor claimed her mouth for a kiss, slightly biting on her bottom lip, and all the foolery was promptly forgotten. There were other ways to make his wife forget all about her predicament, and the one Victor had in mind would prove to be even more pleasurable.

He tasted every inch of her skin, drawing from her lips all the pleasurable sounds she had in her, and only when she screamed his name in euphoria, when he bathed her and washed and soothed her spent body, did he let her collapse in his arms blissfully, her skin glowing as it always would when she was feeling happy.

As he watched her sleep, her body pressed against his, his chest swelled with the pride of a job well done. He had taken good care of her. He was a good husband.

He woke up before her, as usual. The bellhop delivered breakfast soon after, and came bearing a message: Goldman had called, and said a certain Mrs. Olive Carson was repeatedly calling LFG to find a way to reach Andrea.

Victor looked at his wife still sleeping peacefully. Why was the Dean being so insistent? Andrea was on her honeymoon, whatever reason she may have to inconvenience them, it better be a good one. Decided to take matters into his own hands, Victor took his phone and dialed Olive’s number, ready to severely reprehend her for being so inappropriate.

The conversation took an unexpected turn, and Victor found himself thanking her excitedly, telling her Andrea would call soon. He took a deep breath before he went to wake up his wife. He was so excited he could barely contain it, and he would probably scare Andrea.

He caressed her curls, watching her eyelids flutter to consciousness.

“Come on, sleepyhead. You have pressing matters to attend.” He tried to whisper, although he was so happy he found himself unable to be as gentle as he hoped.

“Breakfast? That can wait a few more minutes.” She rolled to the other side, her back facing him.

Victor was growing impatient. She needed to know the good news from the source, he didn’t want to be the one to tell her. But for that, she would need to stop her shenanigans.

“No time for snoozing, Andrea.” He then remembered something that would make her bolt from bed. “You need to call Olive. Something happened.”

As expected, Andrea jumped from the covers abruptly. Victor handed her the phone with a smile. Not that she noticed.

“Oh my God, what do you think happened?” She took the phone from his hand, a worried look on her face. She pressed the dial and waited for the recipient to pick up. Victor sat beside her, heart jumping in exhilaration.

He watched his wife grimace at the first words of the conversation, only for her expression to become one of disbelief. In each change in her, Victor’s smile went wider. When she hung up, she was frozen in shock, her eyes tearing up slightly.

“I won a GESA award.” She spoke slowly, not really believing it herself. “For Most Promising Mind in Economics. My study isn’t even completely over yet, but they loved it.” She suddenly jumped to Victor’s arms. “I won a GESA! Do you understand what this means?”

Victor wasted no time, now that his happiness could have an outlet. He took his wife and spun her around, both laughing with happiness. He then stopped, still holding her in the air, to kiss her as passionately as he felt. When they broke the kiss, they both looked at each other, their eyes shiny with happiness.

“It means you are brilliant, like I always knew you were.” His voice was tight with emotion, words failing to describe how blessed he felt. “It was only a matter of time for the world to see it too.”

“I didn’t do this alone, Victor.” Happy tears fell as she lovingly combed his hair back with her fingers. “You were my greatest support in all of this. You believed in me, even when I didn’t. You encouraged me and you watched over me. I can’t thank you enough, really.” She took his face in his hands and kissed his lips fervently. “I love you so much. Thank you for being in my life.”

“Thank you for being in mine.” He put her down, so his hands would be free to wipe away her tears. “I love you too, my light. And I am so very proud of you.” He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering on her skin. “Now, go get breakfast so we can go out and celebrate. We’ll go anywhere you want, as long as there are no animals involved.”

Andrea’s smile was so beautiful he couldn’t resist but to pick her up in his arms again, carrying her to the table. Victor couldn’t imagine a time in his life when he had felt so lighthearted, and they were only getting started, he still had a lifetime of happiness by her side. Whatever she thought he did, he would do it again and much more, just to see that smile on her face, casting a warm powerful light in his life and everything around her. Because she was the brightest star in his life. More than that, she was a rising star.

#Growing Pains - Series #growingtogether #victor x oc #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mister love queens choice #mister love dream date #love and producer

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Andrea can you imagine babying H when he comes home from work or the gym all tired. Him just wanting to be called your baby and be cuddled. Especially when he comes home in an outfit similar to the spice girl jumper and plain black pants. Add on please.

“I saw the dodgeball skit.”

Harry sets down his gym bag besides the couch, haphazardly kicking it up against the corner to avoid any tripping in the near future. He toes off his white Nike trainers, using the side of his socked foot to scoot them alongside the navy blue carry-on. A fond, self-satisfied grin had formed at the mention of his latest guest-star appearance. “What’d you think?”

Y/N leans her head all the way back against the armrest of the sofa, her tender smile sending a kick of warmth through his chest, even upside-down. “I think Michelle Obama almost gave you a vasectomy.”

Harry scoffs incredulously, eyes rolling as he leans down, propping his palms on either side of her head and cocking his own, eyebrows shrugging begrudgingly. “Was hardly fair. I was the only one left!”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that you’re absolute shit at dodgeball.” Y/N pouts up at him mockingly, bursting into a fit of laughter when her boyfriend’s expression erupts into one of genuine astounded pain.

Harry plops his forehead down onto the back of his left hand, releasing a fake sob. “That hurt worse than the hit to the crotch.”

“Truth hurts.”

“Well,” he turns his head to face her, the edges of his lips jolting with amusement, “now you’re going to have to comfort my bruised ego.”

Y/N shrugs one shoulder lightly, fighting more giggles. “C’mon, then. They say hugs are the best medicine.”

“No one says that.” Harry deadpans sarcastically, rounding the corner of the sofa and falling onto his knees besides his girlfriend, tugging his SpiceWorld hoodie over his head and tossing it towards the other end of the couch.

He gently sheens his body over Y/N’s, hips snuggling between her parted thighs as he weaves his arms beneath the dip of her spine. He rests his chin against her upper chest, his nose a few inches shy of her’s, a slow, jesting blink dusting his eyelashes across cheekbones. “But y’know what, I’ll take it anyways.”

“Good, because your other option was showering by yourself and folding the leftover laundry.” Y/N quips, squeezing his bare shoulders in a playful warning. “Don’t want that now, do you?”

Harry rattles his head in a quick response. The idea of getting home from a work-out only to drown in chores makes his toes curl in disgust.

“You’re lucky I’m even touching you at all considering you’re still sweaty.” She gives a rough tug at his damp curls, tutting. “Gross.”

“S’because you love meeeee.” He sing-songs, waggling his eyebrows and making kiss faces.

“Unfortunately.”

“So unfortunate. I bet you’re just crawling out of your skin right now, huh?” Harry prods jokingly, scrunching up his nose to finge distaste. “Having my half-naked body between your thighs must make you want to hurl.”

“Sure does.”

“Strange,” he squeezes her hips a tad, thumbs digging into her supple waist as he shifts against her, “because most nights, you love having my sweaty body pressed against yours.”

Y/N snorts at his self-indulged expression, brows jutting upwards at his cockiness. “You’re a handful.”

“Two handfuls, actually. Never really learned to handle me with just one hand, did you, pet?”

This time, Y/N’s palm finds its way to his face, smushing flat against his nose and shoving him away. “Shut upppp.”

He’s having an absolute ball, his boyish giggles ticking her ears and sending a pang of happiness surging through her chest.

“You’re a fucking child.” She huffs, arms tightening around his neck and pulling him into a gentle kiss.

Nothing too deep— just a fleeting peck right at the center of his bottom lip. But that one peck turns into a flurry of pecks and Harry wastes no time in linking those various pecks into longer, lingering kisses that make her cheeks sizzle and nose sting.

“I’m a child, huh?” Harry mumbles against her mouth, tongue dancing across her top lip. “Y’saying I’m immature?”

“You are.” Y/N��s voice is wispy and distracted as she tangles her fingers in the matted curls along the nape of his neck, sighing shakily through her nose when she feels his hips shift against her own.

“I think you’ll see...” Harry’s fingers have found their way to the buttons of her silk pajama shirt, thumbing the first three loose as his mouth sponges down her jaw and across neck, lips searing her skin, “that I’m quite mature for my age. At least where it counts.”

“Glad to know that dodgeball didn’t do any lasting damage.” Y/N gnaws on the inside of her cheek, back arching slightly off the sofa when Harry’s lips brush over the cleavage spilling out of her nightwear.

Harry bursts out snickering, forehead collapsing onto her bare shoulder as his eyes crinkle shut in glee. “Way to kill the mood!”

“Someone had to because there’s no way I’m letting you fuck me while you’re all musty from the gym!”

Harry releases a sound of sheer exasperation, grunting in defeat. “Fine. Can you at least just love on me for a bit?”

Y/N pushes a rouge curl out of her boyfriend’s eyes, tucking it behind his ear and gifting him a tiny, fond smile. “Of course I can, baby.”

Harry’s spine gives a small shudder and Y/N can tell he’s literally preening at the pet name.

“Like it when I call you ‘baby?’”

He nods timidly, suckling at his bottom lip with a doe-eyed gaze.

Y/N drags her index finger down the bridge of his nose, kissing the tip and then both of his cheeks. “You’re such a big softie.”

“Can’t help it when you make it so good.” Harry murmurs shyly, voice soft and relaxed.

Y/N’s hands work down Harry’s broad back, massaging away knots he didn’t even know he had. He mewls under his breath as he feels his body giving away under her touch, every nerve tingling and buzzing.

Her ears pick up on his drunken whimpers of relief and she knows she’s doing a decent job at helping him unwind. “Feels good, darling? Have yourself all worked up.”

Harry’s head is cradled into the junction between her neck and shoulder, his face pressed into her hair, the scent of cherry blossom and chamomile lulling him into a state of blissed euphoria. He has to actively put effort into sewing words together. “Would probably work myself to death if you weren’t here to help.”

“Just take a couple of days off the gym and we can stay in bed all day, yeah?”

The idea makes the tips of his ears prickle with longing. “Maybe...”

“Mmhmm...” Y/N kisses between his furrowed brows, the rough ridges disappearing, “and we can take a long bath with that fancy lavender salt you bought and watch that new series on Netflix while we stuff our faces with popcorn.”

The moan that streams from deep in his throat is almost embarrassing.

“You had me at ‘lavender salt’.”

#drabble

[crypticcatalys]

A Second Chance For A Home Ch.5

Ch.1 / Ch.2 / Ch.3 / Ch.4

   The dorms were surprisingly easy to find in the large compound. They were separated into two areas by a long hallway with few embellishments, men on one end, females on the other. The dorms themselves were small and roomed four people each. It was a tight fit.  

   Most of the new arrivals were being roomed together for simplicities sake. Neya and Ashley coincidentally found themselves being roomed together with two other women. A junior ecologist named Bea Mayeso and a solider named Andrea Richards. Being used to having at least two roommates her entire life Ashley wasn’t that uncomfortable with sharing her room with other people. But of course the second the pair entered the room they were met with two confused and slightly shocked stares followed by a customary greeting. Both of the women seemed nice, if not just a little cautionary for some reason. 

   The room itself was simple. A set of bunk beds sat across from each other on both sides of the room, in front of each were two storage cabinets with the last name of their owner spelled out on its front. The only other thing in the room was another door on the right of the dorm that lead to the bathroom. They were all silent as they unpacked and claimed a bed for themselves. Neya and Bea took the bottom bunks while Ashley and Andrea claimed the top beds. Ashley ended up above Bea. 

   No one really spoke when they went to dinner, or after either. There was no tension in their silence, they just chose not to speak. 

   The bed was softer than Ashley had expected it to be, which said a lot in her case considering the fact that she normally found things like yoga mats to be softer than most beds. Laying on her new bed a few hours after dinner the teen felt tired but couldn’t fully sleep. Rolling onto her side she looked across the dark room. The shadow of the other bunk was barely visible. The only sign that it was there was from the light snoring from Andrea’s bed.

   Ashley did not dream that night.

   Almost everyone was woken up the next morning at six o’clock sharp thanks to the clock built into the wall of their room. Neya though somehow slept through its loud beeping. Sitting up from her bed Ashley listened as someone got up, most likely Andrea as the girl heard something drop to the floor on the other side of the room, and haphazardly slapped at the controls of the device until it shut off. Mumbling something about schedules, the woman grabbed what was probably her uniform from her personal cabinet before turning on the room’s light and walking into the bathroom that was connected to the dorm beside them. Deciding that there was no use of staying in bed and being bothered by the light of the now lit up room, Ashley pushed herself out of bed and took a pair of grayish green scrubs out of her cabinet. Grace had caught her and Neya at dinner to tell them that they would need to wear them for their first link. 

   Walking into the bathroom that was as equally grey as the dorm room the teen make quick use of one of the open showers and changed into what she would be wearing for the rest of the day. After she was done she took a moment to look into a mirror over one of the bathroom sinks. Her normally brown skin had changed some after not seeing the sun after five years, she had lightened to a caramel brown. But other than that, nothing had changed from when she was back on earth. She was still the same short height, still had the same dark brown eyes, same hair cornrowed back. Still fifteen.

   By the time she left the bathroom Ashley still had about an hour until she was needed in the lab. Not knowing how to pass the time she decided to wait for a now awake Neya to finish her morning routine so they could leave together. Forty-five minutes later they were on their way. Norm met them at the halfway point of the hallway separating the two dorms, excitingly asking if they were nervous about linking and just being happy in general. Grace was waiting for them at the entrance of the main science lab, seeming pleased that they arrived a few minutes early. 

   Following her to the link room Ashley stole a glance to where the tank holding the second her was the day before. The tank had been moved so that one of its ends were connected to the wall of a separate room. All three of the tanks had been drained and were in the process of being sprayed with water and disinfectant. This was it.

   “So how many hours have you logged?” Grace asked them, referring to the mock link training all drivers had to partake in as she led them to their link chambers. “About five-hundred hours.” Norm answered before walking over to the chamber Grace pointed him towards. “You?” “Four-Seventy.” Ashley said, remembering how proud she was to have reached that number. She was still. 

     Heading towards the chamber meant for her she offered a small smile to the link technician that stood by the monitor connected to the machine. Opening the pod Ashley looked down at its teal, soft, inside which held the cutout of a human figure. Laying down in it the link tech pulled a skeletal wire frame down over the top half of her body. “Just let your mind go blank.” They said smiling before closing the lid of the pod, leaving the girl in a blueish darkness. The only light coming from the small LED's on the wire frame. Closing her eyes Ashley willed her mind to go blank as she listened to the soft whirring of the machine. Then she felt a small tug at the back of her mind. Like her brain was connected to a thin thread. 

   And for a moment light was everywhere. And then everything was out of focus.

   “.....shley...Ashley....” She felt herself take a breath. “She’s in.” A blurry thing was above her, no wait, it was a human. A woman? Someone shone a light in her eyes. “Pupilatory reflexes are good.” A man said. Someone else snapped their fingers beside her ears, she felt them move. 

   Everything slowly started to become clear. Two medics were standing over her, each wearing a exo-pack and white scrubs. 

The room was annoyingly bright.

   The female medic spoke to her first. “How you feelin’ Ashley?” “Good.” She answered, or more accurately, croaked. The teens voice sounded different?New? She wasn’t sure how to describe it, it was still her voice after all, but maybe it was because this was the first time she ever used her voice in this body. It was bound to sound a bit off she guessed. Raising her head a bit she looked down at her body. ‘Trippy’ was the only thing that came to her mind at first. Pushing herself to sit up fully, the girl looked at herself in wonder. She was completely blue. The blue stripped arms moving their fingers were hers. The blue legs and feet moving ever so slightly were hers. This was her. And it was amazing.

   Breaking out of her small trance Ashley looked around the room. Everything was white and sterile smelling she noticed. Normally that wouldn’t bother her seeing as she was so used to being in sterile environments, but now it was a bit overbearing. Everything seemed too sterile, too perfect. Looking to her left she saw Norm fully sat up stretching his arms, and to her right she saw Neya getting light shone in her eyes. Looking down at the female medic she couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” The woman asked, smiling at the teen’s random reaction. “You’re tiny.”

    In her human body Ashley was by no means tall. Standing at five feet and one inch everyone she met had been taller than her. Now she easily towered all of the humans in the room. 

Swinging her legs over the side of the gurney she was sitting on, she felt something on her lower back move. Oh yeah, she had forgotten about that, she had a tail in this body. Before she could marvel at the fact that she had an extra appendage a crash sounded behind her. Turning to the source of the noise she saw Neya standing up from her bed, leaning on one the windows of the room. Her tail was knocking into things beside her bed as the medics were yelling at her to sit down. Max, who was watching them from a observation window, was telling Neya to listen to them, telling her that what she was doing was dangerous. “They’re gonna pull you out.” Norm tried to warn her.

    The medic trapped between the wall and bed yelled for a sedative. But it was way too late. Neya had managed to pull off the monitor leads connected to her and open the lab door that lead outside. Norm followed her. Ashley, going against her better nature while being hopped up on the euphoria of being in a new body, followed them. The world spun as she stood. But somehow she made it to the door and outside. 

   She felt the sun first. It’s warmth greeted her as she took her first real step into the alien world. Then she felt the grass under her feet. Soft, real, grass that wasn’t made out of plastic. And then she looked at the sky. It was clear, something she never saw often on earth. She could see the planet they were orbiting in all its glory, she could even see Pandora’s sister moon! And finally she looked in front of her. She saw Neya running farther away from the compound like her life depended on it with Norm trailing behind her. But Ashley didn’t focus on them. She focused on the green surrounding them. 

   Everywhere she looked she saw the unmistakable color of green. From the grass under her feet to the dense jungle that sat right outside of the boarder of the base. Everything looked alive, felt alive. She felt alive. 

And so, she ran.

   She ran across the basketball court in front of her, passing two very confused drivers. She ran past large wooden hurdles and tall obstical courses that other drivers were using, climbing and jumping like it was the easiest thing in the world. She ran into a lush garden with rows upon rows of plants, each one a different size and shape. Some even having colors that she hadn’t even thought possible back on earth. 

   And then she almost ran into Norm.

#avatar 2009 #avatar #Avatar Fandom #avatar fanfiction #fanfiction #Look who finally updated #writing #poc oc

[ladyonfire28]

What other F/F couples you like from tv shows or movies?

Those are the first couples that come to mine. And please keep in mind that i haven’t watched everything with wlw stories in it !!

Movies: Ronit/ Etsi in Disobedience, Carole/Delphine in La belle saison,  Mia/ Frida in Kyss Mig, Hideko/ Sookee in The Handmaiden, Carol/ Therese in Carol

Series: Root/ Shaw in Person of Interest, Danvers/ Sawyer in Supergirl, Cris/ Joana in Skam España, Andrea/ Colette in Call My Agent, Rue/ Jules in Euphoria

#i havent seen Rafiki or Mullholand Drive for instance #or shows like Dickinson or i am not okay with this #and i'm not saying all those couples are the best or the healthiest #but they're interesting to me #ask #anon

[estherkahn]

Film directresses

What do we want and what do we need? Why is it so hard, sometimes, to be honest with one’s heart? How to build ourself on the acceptance of our desires?

Few days ago I was stunned by Rebecca Zlotowski’s last movie and her two protagonists, played by Mina Farid and Zahia Dehar. Une fille facile offers a reflection on women following (or learning to) their desire, working in order to gain freedom and affirm integrity, regardless of society’s appreciation. I admired their strength and their courage. Zlotowski invites us to look at women in a way that is deprived of moral jugdement (an important issue, I believe, in coming of age stories). Movies can be such a source of inspiration. And in a business that is mostly ruled by men, watching stories through a woman’s eyes is always quite an experience. Here’s a list of movies made by women.

Chantal Akerman (à voir)

ARNOLD Andrea: Fishtank, American Honey

AL MANSOUR Haifaa: Wadjda

AMIRPOUR Ana Lily: A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (à voir)

ASANTE Amma: Where hands touch (à voir)  

AZUELOS Lisa: Lol, Dalida (à voir)

BARTHES Sophie: Madame Bovary

BERCOT Emmanuelle : La tête haute

BEAULIEU Renée: Les Salopes ou le Sucre Naturel de la Peau

BIER Susanne: Brothers, After the wedding (à voir)

BIGELOW Catherine: Zero Dark Thirty

BILLER Anna: The Love Witch

BREILLAT Catherine : Romance

CAMPION Jane : The Piano, Bright Star

CARRIERE Christine : Darling

CHOKRI Monia: Quelqu’un d’extraordinaire

COPPOLA Sofia : Virgin suicides, Lost in Translation, Somewhere, The Bling Ring, The Beguiled, Marie-Antoinette

COPPOLA Gia: Palo Alto

CORSINI Catherine : Un Amour impossible, La Belle Saison

DAVIS Judith : Tout ce qu’il me reste de la révolution

DONZELLI Valérie: La guerre est déclarée, La reine des pommes

DUCOURNAU Julia : Grave

DENIS Claire : Trouble Everyday

DI GIUSTO Stéphanie: La Danseuse

DIRINGER Elsa : Luna

DIOP Mati: Atlantique (à voir)  

DE BOECK Kato: Provence (court-métrage)

DE BROUWER Eve-Chems: Sous l’écorce (court-métrage)

DE WILDE Autumn : Emma

DUNN ROVINELLI Jessie Jeffrey : So Pretty

DULAC Germaine: La coquille et le clergyman

EMOND Anne: Jeune Juliette

EYRIEY Manon: La Légende (court-métrage, scénario Delphine de Vigan)

ELOUAGAR Margaux: Princesses (court-métrage)

FARGEAT Coralie : Revenge

FERRAN Pascale : Lady Chatterley

FONTAINE Anne: Perfect Mothers, Blanche comme Neige

GAMZE ERGUVEN Deniz : Mustang  

GAUCHERAND Roxanne, Pyrale (moyen-métrage)

GERWIG Greta : Lady Bird, Little Women, Frances Ha

GODET Fabienne : Nos vies formidables

GRANIC Debra: Leave no trace, Winters bones

GROULT Louise: Sans Plomb (court-métrage)

GUY Alice: La fée aux choux

GUIZY Marine: Alors. Heureux.ses? (documentaire)

HANSEN-LOVE Mia : Maya, Un Amour de Jeunesse, Eden, Le père de mes enfants

HARDWICKE Catherine: Thirteen, Twilight, Lords of Dogtown, The Red Riding Hood

HERZI Hafsia : Tu mérites un amour

HERRI Jeanne: Elle l’adore

HUSSON Eva : Bang Gang (A modern love story)

JEUNET Lou: Curiosa

JOLIE Angelina: Vue sur mer

KAVAITE Atlanté : Summer (The Summer of Sangaïlé)

KUSAMA Karyn: Jennifer’s body (scénario Diablo Cody)

KREBITZ Nicolette: Sauvage

LANGSETH Lisa: Euphoria

LAURENT Mélanie: Respire, Demain

LEIGH Julia : Sleeping Beauty

LOPEZ CURVAL Julie: Le beau monde

LVOVSKI Noémie: Camille redouble

MACNEESE Berangère: Matriochkas (court-métrage)

MAIWENN: Polisse, Mon Roi

MAUREL Valentina: Lucia en el limbo (court-métrage)

MERLANT Noémie: Shakira (court-métrage)

MULLER Valérie & PRELJOCAJ Angelin: Polina

MYSIUS Léa: Ava

POLAK Sacha : Dirty God

POUKINE Alexe: Sans frapper (court-métrage)

RAMSAY Lynne : Morvern Callar, We need to talk about Kevin

RYSTO Lysa: Love Hurts

VARDA Agnès : Cléo de 5 à 7, L’une chante l’autre pas

SATRAPI Marjane : Persepolis

SERRAILLE Léonore: Jeune femme

SCHERFIG Lone: An Education

SCIAMMA Céline : Portrait de la Jeune fille en feu, Naissance des Pieuvres, Tomboy, Bande de Filles

SERREAU Coline: La Belle Verte, Saint Jacques... La Mecque, 

SIGISMONDI Flora: The Runaways, The Cannibal (court-métrage)

THELIN Julia: Sorry not sorry (court-métrage)

TRIET Justine: Sybil

WINOCOUR Alice: Maryland, Mustang (scénario), Augustine (à voir)

ZENCIRCI Çağla : Sibel

ZLOTOWSKI Rebecca: Une fille facile, Grand Central, Planetarium

Men-made movies with an interesting view on women and/or masculinity

Sebastien Bailly :Féminin plurielles

Paul Thomas Anderson: Phantom Thread

Grímur Hákonarson: Mjolk (la guerre du lait)

Abdellatif Kechiche: La vie d’Adèle, Mektoub my love

Sebastian Lelio: Une femme fantastique

Paul Wright: For Those In Peril

Behnma Behzadi: Un vent de liberté

Mathieu Kasovitz: Métisse

movies by Pedro Almodovar

movies by François Ozon

Sam Mendes: Revolutionary Road

Vasilis Kekatos: La distance entre le ciel et nous (court-métrage)

#femme #feminism #cinema #film #art #féminisme #lone scherfig #rebecca zlotowski #cagla zencirci #celine sciamma #coline serreau #flora sigismondi #justine triet #alice winocour #marjane satrapi #agnes varda #lynne ramsay #sacha polak #valerie muller #maiwenn #noemie lvovski #julia leigh #lisa langseth #karin kusama #atlanté kavaité #lou jeunet #eva husson #jeanne herri #hafsia herzi #catherine hardwicke

[jeonbase]

I read a really sad fic and I was wondering if you could recommend me some cute fluffy ones? Or some of your favorite fluff fics? Thanks Andrea 💓💓💓💓

im not good with sad angsty fics either

i’ve actually done two lists of fluffy fics before [here, and here] but i did those like last year

i’ll do one list of the newer ones i’ve read and another list for my favorite ones

newer fluffy fics i’ve read:

also i left out any explicit/fics with explicit content cause i wasn’t sure if you wanted those and thought it’d be best to stick with just pure fluffiness; 

also these aren’t necessarily new (cause i haven’t really had time to read anything new) and you’ve might have already read them

trust runs through the blood in your veins by bubyseok

jungkook’s hanging out with yoongi in the genius lab, when suddenly he doesn’t feel too good.

( alternatively : vampire jungkook forgets to feed and yoongi is being a caring boyfriend and taking care of his needs )

(au, vampire jeongguk, established relationship, blood drinking, domestic fluff)

my love for you blooms like flowers by Pastelkooks

To Yoongi, he’s the embodiment of home.

Home

Soft

Love

Safe

Maybe even more.

(fluff, established relationship, proposals) 

you are the cause of my euphoria by lilacflowers

jungkook receives kisses from everyone.

(everyone x jeongguk, but mainly yoonkook, fluff)

“strawberry swing” by darling

yoongi didn’t Want to believe in soulmates but you know. you can’t always get what you Don’t Want?! in other news: min yoongi and kim namjoon on student council. jungkook the transfer student. fluff. sweater paws. that’s it.

(soulmates au, fluff)

here’s lookin’ at you by darling

exhibit a: jungkook not being sure of what he sees in the mirror. exhibit b: yoongi trying to make him sure. in his own way.

(canon, fluff, pre-relationship)

Honey and Caramel by endearings

All in all, Yoongi is a good alpha. He’s kind and sweet and warm, doesn’t push Jeongguk at all, lets him set the pace, listens to what he has to say. Jeongguk sort of, but only sort of, feels in love.

It’s not so bad, all things considered.

(alternatively: Jeongguk makes a nest)

(abo au, alpha yoongi, omega jeongguk, fluff, hurt/comfort)

list of my favorite fluffy fics:

(some of these are already listed in two posts i linked above, but i’m gonna put them here too because i love them; also they are in no particular order)

flower boys by siderum

“it was pretty,” namjoon protests, trying to defend himself. “and it was a gift from a fan. wouldn’t she have been troubled to have to take it home?” 

“and you brought it back to let it die?” yoongi interjects, dry as sand. he rises to his feet, dusting off his jeans. “you gonna take care of it, namjoonie?” 

“how hard can it be,” namjoon says, but he sounds hesitant, like he knows his own annihilatory powers will trump his determination. “it’s a small plant. it needs water, sunlight, and air. we can provide all of those. piece of cake.”

(yoongi and jungkook take care of a plant together.)

(canon, domestic fluff)

most of all by darling

beauty is beauty in whatever form it happens to take.

(fluff, marriage, established relationship, bride!kook)

you okay, honey? by wortmalerei

Jeongguk is stressed from his workload, sure, but when they one morning fight over cooking rice of all things, Yoongi decides it’s time for an intervention.

(au, domestic fluff, established relationship)

the garden of eden by xiajin

the truth of it all is that yoongi is inexplicably lonely.

(au, fluff, music teacher yoongi, florist jeongguk)

3:15 by notyoongs

“Jeongguk-ah, are you… afraid of the microwave?” Jeongguk groans, stuffing his face in Yoongi’s chest again so he won’t see the way Jeongguk’s cheeks burn. “No,” he mumbles, which means yes, which means you’ll still love me anyway, right?

(au, fluff, mild hurt/comfort)

snapshots by ial

yoongi’s always known, from the very beginning (rationally, theoretically) that jungkook was good-looking. or cute, or pretty, or all of it and sometimes more than that. their fans say so. so yoongi knows. but nowadays, the reality of it is– more than that.

(canon, fluff)

skin by dreamingdaegu

Jungkook has a new dance move.

(canon, fluff)

witches petals by pursuits

“is there anything i can help you with?”(or: yoongi has an affinity for cute (witch) florists)

(au, witch florist jeongguk, fluff, mutual pining)

sleeping away by xiajin 

“ha,” jungkook says victoriously as yoongi swears, looking at his closed fist in regret, “hyung has to go and make hot chocolate this time around.” he settles back on their sofa, so pleased with himself, his features curled up in a smile. yoongi groans. his limbs feel soft and heavy at the same time, the product of many hours of together on the couch with his younger boyfriend. 

(domestic fluff)

summer, autumn, winter, spring, you stay the same by yoongijk

from the day of the universe’s creation and beyond/through the infinite centuries and beyond/in the previous life and maybe the next too/we’re eternally together [and while jeon jeongguk is all of this celestial beauty, he is also something far closer to home, far closer to yoongi’s heart. the ethereal jeongguk chose yoongi, chooses yoongi every time.]

(fluff)

someday by icedpeanutbutterlatte

“You’re warm, hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs contentedly and Yoongi’s heart squeezes bittersweetly. Maybe this is okay for now, Yoongi tries to placate himself as his body yearns to snuggle into Jeongguk and his fingers itch to hold Jeongguk’s hand. Someday, Yoongi thinks as he basks in the comfort and warmth of their bodies, too close to be considered friends, but never close enough for Yoongi.

(canon, fluff, developing relationship, implied top yoongi and bottom jeongguk but nothing explicit)

pop by xiajin

this is how jungkook came about acquiring a cat.

(au, fluff)

light up by ial

yoongi still won’t dare to cross the ocean, but jungkook knows no fear, just runs and leaps and crashes—crashes into him, curling around yoongi’s edges, pushing and pushing and pulling him in.

(canon, fluff)

doggone by darling

as in: doggone feelings. as in, bad puns aside, yoongi is whipped. and that's pretty much it.

(fluff)

young & dumb by notyoongs

“Yeah. Wanna be your baby.” There’s another puff of air against his skin, and he feels Jeongguk turn his face further into Yoongi’s neck, like he’s trying to hide—it does nothing to quell the flip of his stomach. But Jeongguk is drunk—that’s all. He tries to remind himself of that even though he really, really doesn’t want to think about it. He prefers to pretend this is what every weekend could be, even without the alcohol. (or: jeongguk is drunk and just wants yoongi to cuddle him. as usual, he gets his way.)

(college au, fluff, light grinding but briefly and not explicit, drinking mentioned)

i’ve got you by pursuit

jungkook’s not quite sure on how to explain it.

(canon, fluff)

familiar by fvxc

jungkook is the sacrificial lamb that is always tasked with the difficult mission of waking up yoongi.

(canon, fluff, established relationship, brief implied bottom jeongguk)

birthday by jeonyoons

jeongguk waits another minute, just in case, before he turns to steal a glance at yoongi’s reaction—he watched the video, he must have, eyes pointed at the window almost aggressively, but his cheeks are pink, and jeongguk’s, now, too.

(canon, fluff)

blemishes at 1:32 am by pursuit

“hyung?” he contemplates - there’s shuffling at the door, nervous feet against wooden floorboards and hesitant sighs - he gives up.

(canon, fluff, hurt/comfort)

sleeping beauty by disarmingly

“new conditioner,” jungkook observes and nuzzles closer, inhales deep while half crawling into yoongi’s lap, which makes it easy for yoongi to rest his hands at jungkook’s waist. “good?” he hums.“mm,” comes the approval and somehow jungkook ends up being the one who dozes off, face tucked into the curve of yoongi’s shoulder and neck.

(fluff)

puppy (love) by bellamees

“i’m going to go see holly this weekend, do you want to come along?” (or: they’re whipped.)

(canon, fluff, mutual pining)

sweet paradise by ramyeon

“Why the cheek?” Yoongi laughs. Jungkook is flustered as he grumbles, “Be grateful that I'm kissing you, hyung.”

(au, fluff, established relationship)

#asks #anon #yoonkook #sugakookie #ficrec #sorry for the late reply #also the fav list one is a bit long akajsdfk #i had a hard time choosing just a couple #and i left out a lot more that i loved #answered

[younziblog]

Clothing has such a crucial part in story-telling and personal growth; it tells a story. When watching a certain tv show or movie, each actor has their own clothing. Beneath it all, it tells a totally different plotline, without even saying a single word. For example, In the movie The Devil Wears Prada each character grows their own personal development throughout the movie. I would also like to highlight the main protagonist, Andrea Sachs, development through the movie. As she first appears on our screen, we see her as this quirky, down to earth and clueless figure. Compared to the other interns working at vogue, her outfits are less put together; her looks are frumpy and drab. As she progressively understands and gets more comfortable acknowledging the depth and complexity of fashion, she wears clothes fresh off the runway. Clothes aren't the only asset to self-expression; makeup certainly is another option. In the worldly known hit show Euphoria, each character has its own style of makeup. For example, Maddy, the bold and cutthroat character is seen wearing sharper and edgier makeup. Style with many sequins and bold metallic eyeshadows, we get a glimpse of her true personality, as it already shines through her wardrobe choices.

[zolusbian]

“you just need to sit your manic ass down and be quiet for five minutes” i need a fez in my life to tell this to me at random intervals

#text post #andrea watches euphoria

[anarchistbitch]

hiiii, I'm back, sorry I took so long, i was gonna reply earlier but i had hw and so that I wouldnt procrastinate I told myself I wouldnt reply until I got it done and then when I did it I was tired af and fell asleep and then it slipped my mind, sorry sorry sorry

first off, a song rec Quizás, Quizás, Quizás by Andrea Bocelli and Jennifer López

I'm glad you had a great republic day♡ love me those independence celebration holidays

thank you for the link <3 and yeah, you're right, she worked on it so it should be good, i just have trust issues lmao

ah mbj, mbj, it's the same with moshang bc you see the fandom constantly talking about them but then you read the book and ???? where are they???? goes to show our love for them ig

YES definitely, it was SO easy to forget how powerful he really was bc he was just kind of going around being ~annoying and quirky~ that also happens with the whole book itself I think, cause it has a lot more humor than the others but the things happening are just as fucked up and painful

new hc: there was another person involved when binghe was conceived

they should just exaggerate sqq's inner monologue about how binghe is gonna kill him and all that, if shen yuan could convince himself of heterosexuality I'm sure they can convince the censors

I become a puddle of tears whenever I think of gongyi xiao, he was just a good boy and yeah, your sibling had a galaxy brain moment, they're so right

they're literally the "bro get your dog" "it dont bite" "yes it do" vine, he's sqq's (and our) little meow meow

I adore cbaw toooooo, it's so beautiful and nice, def a comfort read, and SJSJSJS ikkkkk, I understand they were trying to show that they looked so much alike but damnbro sjsnznsnsn

noooooooo, I actually love the watermark??? idk I just think it's charming, I made sure it was still visible sjdjsjsj my editing was basically adding more sky so I didnt have to crop anything out

I did see and I couldn't agree more ksdjdjsjsjsj this week was so tiring???? I dont even know why but everyone I talked to seemed so exhausted already, on thursday we got the day off bc we changed president and the ceremony was taking place that day (we just got our first ever woman president btw, she had so many good campaign promises, here's to hoping she sticks to them) but we'd just been back for three days and everyone was celebrating the day off as if we were three months in, seriously

thanks to having our day off I didnt have my second class with ms devil, first day was just introductions and going over syllabus so thursday was gonna be our real first class but monday I wont be able to escape my fate any longer

dont apologize for rambling, I do love reading what you have to say 😌💖

about your ps, 😳💍 might be a bit soon but will you marry me??

good luck on your classes and make sure to rest and eat properly!!

-M<3

between the both of us i have a worse reply timing so pls dont apologize😭😭 also good for you for completing your hw!!

ive only listened to a few of jlo's songs and the song does give that vibe of wanting to be with each other but being able to due to whatever reason .the guitar in the song is really well played too!!

Song rec for ya: Never tear us apart by INXS (yea the song from euphoria s2 ep3😔 i dont know if youve watched it but this song is really so so good)

and yea i dont you blame you for the trust issues lol so many good books/comics have gone through.. tremendous changes when being adapted. but hey nellie is there!!

moshang is THE ship cause he really married his blorbo 😭😭 and isnt it enough? to create the perfect man? and marry him ?? speaking of sqh. whats ur thought on cumplane👀👀 i have a few hc's that they were together before transmigration but never told each other about PIDW. like a mr & mrs smith au but the being-agents is them hating each other on socmed.

ykw? su xiyan deserves two partners😤

gongyi xiao🥺🥺 when i tell you i cried when i saw him in the donghua. in another au where lbh is a disciple of huan hua i feel like they would been besties or at least have certain respect for e/o.

binghe is also sqh's meow meow <3

cbaw was such a great manhua and im so sad its ending but the drama is airing in a few weeks!!! also the next chapter is of their honeymoon 😳😳

heres hoping to a political term with no bad happenings and many progressive actions 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

everyone is so tired and idk if its cause of the weather or its that the vibes™ . but so many things are gonna happen in a few weeks and then months including my graduation to the next year(my teacher is a little shit and im stubborn i will literally graduate just to spite her)

celebrate ur days off!!! its literally so cold and i havent been out at all(covid restrictions back on and also my family member is high risk)

school is depressing as fuck but one thing i kinda realized that they also set a precedent of "this is how school is supposed to be :(:(" and i think have a slightly optimistic look on ur situation definitely helps a lot

skds i love reading what you have to say

damn take me out to dinner first🙄🙄 but yes i accept💗💗💗💗💗

the same for you as well!! stay safe and healthy!!

#M for mwah

[lia-jones]

Growing Stronger - Chapter Twenty One - Items One and Two

Victor didn’t take decisions lightly. He was a firm believer that no side was truly right or wrong, so all aspects should be considered to make an educated decision. For him, navigating life was a whole new flavor of risk assessment. Creating a mental spreadsheet, he would include in it any piece of information he deemed useful to the matter, rating it as an advantage or disadvantage and raking them from top to bottom, from most important to practically irrelevant.

He noticed, however, that when it came to make the spreadsheet for Andrea, he could find no disadvantages at all, which was in itself a disadvantage, since the feelings he had for her were clearly clouding his judgment. But he also learned that all the flaws were ranked as irrelevant. Always reluctant to get in touch with his feelings, Victor came across an undeniable truth: he was in love deep, and building a life with Andrea was the only option that he considered acceptable.

Victor was well aware that despite finding no disadvantages in their relationship (besides him being a lovestruck idiot), they still had things to work on. They had broken up before, so there were surely some edges that needed sharpening. He moved on to a to-do list. All the things that needed fixing before he proposed, so they could lead a loving and fulfilling life together. Victor was no fool, he knew very well nothing was ever perfect nor it would be, and he was expecting a few bumps in the road. But even if not possible, he wanted to be very close to perfection. He never accepted anything less than excellence in his work, his personal life wouldn’t be an exception.

The first item in that to-do list was to make sure Andrea felt welcome in his life. Although he himself had no doubt about his feelings for Andrea, she had, more than once, showed insecurity about their relationship. Victor knew he could attribute some of that insecurity to her dating a violent piece of scum, but he was not oblivious about his flaws either. Communication, when it came to feelings, at least, was hard for Victor, and he more often than not would steer away from heartfelt conversations. Andrea, being an extrovert, was direct and open about how she felt, and sometimes mistook his silence for indifference. Victor had to show her, without the shadow of a doubt, how he felt.

The second item was to make sure Andrea felt comfortable sharing a life with him. Although Andrea never reacted badly to his lifestyle, he also knew she didn’t quite relate to it either, and occasionally even disapproved of it. Apart from the infrequent trip overseas, she was still reticent to accept any gifts from him. Victor understood that, although her parents clearly had money, she was raised in a very humble manner, relying more on resourcefulness and imagination than tutors or servants, and couldn’t stand living in any other way. She was used to doing her own laundry and cleaning up after herself, to the point that she felt guilty by letting Victor’s housekeeper do all the chores. Victor had to threaten the fire the housekeeper, stating that since Andrea was doing all the work, he didn’t need the help anymore, for her to actually relax a little and let someone else do some of the work around the house.

Another thing that annoyed Victor immensely was that Andrea always said “your apartment” or “your place”, instead of just “home”. It was true that Victor never actually asked her to move in after their break up, mostly because he feared another fight, but they were practically living together since he got home from the hospital. It shocked Victor that she would clean his house top to bottom, do his laundry, but still wasn’t able to feel like she lived there. She took all the obligations, but none of the perks. Victor feared that he would start another argument, but he had to address the matter.

The third item on the list tied in closely to the first one, but was separate enough to be an item on its own. Victor had never shared the events of his past with Andrea, mostly because they were heavy with emotion, and, as indicated before, Victor did not enjoy talking about feelings. And even though Victor would never forfeit anything he set his mind to, even he had to admit this was a very difficult one to solve. Andrea knew nothing about Evols and superpowers, how was he supposed to explain the two almost three years he had spent in captivity. And even if he didn’t mention Evols, how would he talk about his torture? Victor didn’t even have a clue how to start such a loaded topic.

He understood, however, the importance of full disclosure. Even with the information he had about Andrea’s abuse right from the beginning, his heart only rested when he knew from her lips exactly what she went through. He wouldn’t stand to know Andrea held such a secret like he did. And still, proving she was a remarkable person, even after learning from Mia he had been through such a trauma, she gave him space to deal with things himself, disregarding her fear and ego just to make him comfortable. It was obvious to Victor that Andrea had gracefully earned the right to know. And he would tell her. The moment he knew how.

He would figure it out, sooner or later. That Saturday was about items one and two.

After visiting the horses and showing off his prized and beloved stallion, Onyx, Victor led Andrea to a secluded area in the ranch, where they could have lunch under the shade of a magnificent willow tree, the blue lake as their view, the chirping of birds and the ripple of water their soundtrack.

They unfolded the blanket over the grass and sat there, Victor taking from the basket an array of plastic boxes, two glasses, and a bottle of wine. Inside the boxes, he found every single item he carefully asked Mina to prepare, Andrea’s favorite foods: grapes, cherries, melon with prosciutto, egg salad and BLT sandwiches and mango arugula salad seasoned with balsamic vinegar. There was an extra box that made Victor smile widely: Mina had also included a box full of her delicious taffy. It would be amazing to share that iconic piece of his childhood with his beloved one. Mina had the best ideas.

Feeling completely concealed from the world, Victor and Andrea ate and engaged in playful banter, feeding, touching, and kissing each other, sharing the intimacy they had built all over time. Andrea was happy and relaxed, throwing witty remarks at him and laughing hard every time he retaliated, either with a tickle on her bare feet, or by taking her in his arms to enjoy a stolen kiss.

Blissfully untroubled, she fell asleep in his arms. Victor felt like the strongest happiest man in the world. He was able to take care of his woman, taking her away from all the troubles that worried her daily, returning the care she had given him while he was recuperating. He caressed her curls lovingly, enjoying the soft sounds she made as she slept, his heart filled with the euphoria of a job well done. He had made her happy. He was worthy of her bright warming love. Victor let his eyes close, basking in the feeling, and without noticing, fell asleep too.

Victor was startled by the vibration of his phone in his pocket, cursing under his breath when he noticed the sudden motion had made Andrea stir too. It was his aunt Terry telling them to come back for an early dinner. He planted a soft kiss on Andrea’s forehead, giving her time to fully awake. After gathering all of their belongings, they walked towards Terry’s mansion, the sunset already starting to make an appearance.

The first person he saw when they entered the large living room was the one he least expected to see. Sitting on his usual chair, nursing a whiskey, was his father. Victor’s mood shifted immediately from happiness to anger, his hand holding Andrea’s a little bit harder than he intended to. She touched his upper arm gently, a silent plead for him to remain calm.

“What are you doing here?” He couldn’t avoid the sour tone.

“This is my sister’s house. Since when do I need an excuse to come here?” It was clear that his father did not appreciate his question, although he answered in a softer tone.

Victor said nothing and moved to the kitchen, his father stopping him dead on his tracks with an unexpected question.

“How are you, Andrea?” There was no irony in his father’s question. He held Andrea’s hand tighter. He didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t like it.

“I’m fine, thank you.” She answered politely. “How are you, Sir?”

“Please, it’s Gregory. Terry tells me that you’ll be joining us for dinner.” Victor’s father got up from his chair, shaking Andrea’s hand.

“Come, we need to take this basket to Mina.” Victor pulled Andrea towards the kitchen, uncomfortable with his father’s demeanor. However, Gregory never really let go of Andrea’s hand, as he spoke again.

“I owe you an apology.” He looked her in the eyes with a regretful expression. “I know I wasn’t exactly a gentleman last time we spoke. Truth is, I am happy that Victor has such loyal… friends in his life.”

“I apologize too. I was rude, and out of line.” Andrea shook his hand one more time.

Victor watched the whole scene, trying to hide his surprise and his terror. Something was off. He needed to figure out what. Without another word, he led Andrea to the kitchen.

“Mina, I have your basket.” He called out in the kitchen, which was seemingly empty.

“Did you two enjoy your picnic?” Mina spoke as she came in from the garden. “Andrea, did you have fun?”

“I did, Mina, thank you. The taffy was delicious.” Andrea smiled.

“Your father is here. Did you see him?” Mina asked him with worried eyes.

“Andrea, do you want to see the herb garden? I want to make something similar, but I want your opinion.” Victor turned to Andrea, his poker face in place, hiding the rage he was feeling. Andrea was no fool though.

“You know I disapprove of most of his actions, but he’s trying. Give him a chance.” Andrea looked at him with earnest eyes, and the poker face instantly dissolved.

“You don’t know him like I do.” He retorted.

“Come, Andrea, let me show you our herbs. We have new kinds this year.” Mina offered, taking Andrea by the hand.

Alone, Victor walked back to the living room to meet his father.

“What do you want?” Victor asked bluntly, not wanting to waste any time.

“To make amends. I’m trying to make up for my mistakes.” Gregory tried to appease Victor.

“What caused the sudden and drastic change of heart?” Victor didn’t believe a single word his father said.

“I could lie and say I had an epiphany, but none of that happened. Truthfully, it was Andrea. She told me some things at the hospital that I refused but needed to hear.” Gregory hung his head, apparently ashamed.

“Not a filthy immigrant anymore? Now, in your eyes, she’s wise?” Victor could feel the anger rising, but clenched his fists to keep it down. Andrea told him about her encounter with his father. How he forcefully dragged her out of the room. How he wanted to throw her out like a dog. “Now, out of blue, you like her?”

“Regardless of the past, you are still my son. There will be a time in your life when you will have a family of your own, with a wife and kids. I want to be able to witness it. I’m willing to let go of my pride and admit to my mistakes to see it happen. You may not believe it, but I am proud of you.”

The bad blood was rising fast, Victor could feel it. After years of ignoring him, pushing him away to some faraway school, and to the help, or to his sister, like he was some sort of pesky nuisance, he was suddenly useful because his father was getting old? The thought brought Victor a bad taste to his mouth. He walked towards the kitchen, calling Andrea.

“Get your things. We’re leaving.” He told her, anxious to get away from there as soon as possible.

“Victor…” His father pleaded.

“No!” Victor could no longer contain his rage, his voice like a thunder, echoing all over the house. “All you did was keep me out of your life! Like I was a burden! Like I was somehow responsible for what happened to me! I did not ask for it!”

Gregory tried to talk, but Victor would not let him. For the first time in his life, Victor would face his father, instead of being the recipient of his venom.

“You blamed me! I was a child, I was your child, and still you blamed me! Like I could somehow give her cancer! She was the one I loved the most, and you blamed me! What kind of parent does that to a child?” Victor felt his eyes prickle as he roared. He could sense people talking to him, a soft hand on his chest, but his vision was laser-focused on his father, all he could hear was his bitter words, from a long time ago.

“Go to your room. Try not to upset your mother.”

“You didn’t even let me say goodbye! She was dying and you hid it from me! All I had left of her was a vase with ashes, that you threw into the Seine! You took everything from me, like I didn’t deserve it! Like I was to blame!” Victor heard his voice betraying him, breaking with anguish.

“Victor!” He heard his aunt’s cry, making him suddenly mind his surroundings. His father staring at him, painful tears in his eyes. Andrea by his side, her hand on his chest, trying to contain him. Terry and Mina, by the kitchen door, crying.

Victor felt more than rage. He felt the raw pain of his childhood all over again. And he felt ashamed.

“Let’s go.” He ordered Andrea, who promptly grabbed her purse. “We are done here. Thanks for everything, Aunt Terry.”

He didn’t complain when Andrea offered to drive, claiming he was too worked up to do it. He felt exhausted. He had no fight left in him.

Victor spent the whole ride in silence, a worried Andrea glancing at him every 5 seconds, trying to make him talk. He just wanted to be left alone, to numb the feelings that had accidentally surfaced, to calm the hurricane in his chest.

The good thing was, she was there: taking his hand from time to time, her presence a soothing agent. And although she was desperate to help him, to pull him from his silence, she already did more than she could imagine.

#Growing Pains - Series #growingstronger #victor x oc #victor mlqc #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc fanfic #love and producer #mister love queens choice

[sierrawestla]

Trans Catalina Trail

                                                                     by Andrea Ehrgott – Aug 2021

 I am convinced that every additional ounce in one’s backpack results in bruises, blisters, aches and pains on a logarithmic scale. In preparation for our Trans Catalina Trail (tct) trip—a last minute change due to smoke in the Sierras, I even weighed my underwear to select the lightest. As for a tent, it had to be feather weight, so I ordered a bivvy, a flimsy nylon sarcophagus providing a mere two inches of room to the sides and four inches above my sleeping bagged body, but weighing only 1.5 lbs. Sadly REI has not yet figured out how to make water lighter.

Shortly after the ferry left San Pedro harbor, where we’d been mesmerized watching containers being unloaded and loaded on cargo ships like an automated unstoppable lego building exercise, the intimidating profile of Catalina came clearly into view. I wondered if there was any chance a quick gust of accelerated erosion might lower the steep mountains a few hundred feet before we docked.  

We three are in our sixties, arguably too old for an adventure involving backpacks, five nights camping, and hiking over thirty miles from one end of the island to the other. We’ve known each other since our kids were in preschool and we’ve hiked in our local SM mountains over the years, but this was the first time we’d carried backpacks and camped together, the first time we’d shared dehydrated dinners, band-aids, toilet paper, and sporks. To add to the absurdity, we thought it would be a lark to wear pearl (fake) necklaces. Why not?

We walked along the coast from Two Harbors the first overcast morning and after several miles found a deserted private club where three Adirondack chairs invited us to stop and take our boots off and gaze at the yacht-dotted sea. A swim in the clear water of Emerald Bay refreshed us sufficiently for the long walk back to the campground and along the way, a bald eagle soared over the inlets. It was a sweet warm-up to our trek. That night, after Fish and Chips at the only restaurant, I wormed into my sleeping bag and bivvy. Through the fly net, I studied the starry night sky and fell asleep to the monotonous rhythm of breaking waves.  

The trail, the next day, took us inland up a mountain (1500’) and down again to Little Harbor on the other side of the island. It was tough and slow-going. We arrived early enough to relish the pretty coves, the campground shaded by Canary Palms, to swim along the rocky point, to paint, and wash clothes, all while keeping a close eye on a lone bison, apparently a permanent camp resident. He seemed most at home in our campsite and slept soundly under a tree not far from us that night.

From Little Harbor to the next campground, Black Jack, was hard work. The trail climbed steadily up to the middle of the island, and from the moment the sun rose, it was hot. Among the chaparral’s dry grass, browned shrubs and prickly pear, the few trees seemed defeated by the drought, leaves shriveled, few in number, and coated in dust. We stopped regularly to drink water, adjust our backpacks, soak up the panoramic views and to watch a herd of bison grazing. The promise of lunch at the small airport cafeteria motivated us to keep going. Suffering a little from heat exhaustion plus a good amount of regular exhaustion, we stayed at the airport long after our lunch, waiting for the air conditioner to revive us and for the heat of the day to pass before we continued. The last two miles to Black Jack, although tiring, was quite lovely with more diversity in the vegetation and more interesting topography. At this campground, the only one accessible exclusively to backpackers, we got a true sense of how many people hike the TCT. Not many. I could count the tents on one hand. I don’t know my astronomy but the night sky was beautiful and three planets stood out among the stars, dimmed only when the moon rose. Getting in and out of the bivvy is difficult at the best of times, but when leg cramp woke me up later that night, it was a slow, painful, and complicated effort to extract myself from the double confines of sleeping bag and tiny tent. A little later, after I’d wriggled my way back in, several bison walked through the moonlit campground, and I heard one snorting and huffing nearby. The only reason I slept is because I imagined they had to be ground squirrels or foxes, looking for scraps.

We left early the next day for the longest leg of the trail, 11 miles, to Hermit Gulch campground a mile outside Avalon, the main town on the island and our terminus. It was long and hot, long and hard, long and dusty, long and steep. At times the trail ran alongside a dirt road with traffic, at times it deviated, and other times it overlapped with the road, not the wilderness experience we longed for. There were trucks carrying cement, trucks servicing the cell phone towers and other infrastructure, and there were “safari” jeeps carrying tourists across the island, presumably to see the bison and beaches. Evidently we were unusual specimens to be pointed out too. One jeep stopped on the roadside and we heard the driver who was pointing at us, talking over the microphone to his safari customers mentioning words like “backpack” and “camp” and  “35 miles”. I decided, like any wild animal under observation, to speed up and make myself scarce.

It was a relief to finally reach Hermit Gulch campground, to rest, eat and shower. Foxes and deer visited as the sun went down. However a few hours later when we were ready to sleep (at eight pm), other campers were warming up with vodka and drugs for loud partying which went on long after midnight. I’d like nothing more than to erase this night from the adventure so that it doesn’t leave a sour taste. Next time I’d avoid this stop; I’d continue all the way to Avalon directly and take the evening ferry home, dirt and all.

Will I do this again, I kept asking myself? Apart from a level of fitness and a tolerance for dirt and discomfort, backpacking requires organized discipline and a good memory for all the storage details. A bottle of water must be within easy reach at all times, sunblock has to be reapplied throughout the day, blisters attended to, a tent rolled up wet from morning dew has to be dried out later in the day. I’m not so worried that my legs will be the reason I stop backpacking, or my back; it’s more likely to be my memory. What happened to my chap-stick? Who has the map? Which pouch did I put the granola bar in? Where did I put the car keys? Sad to say, I lost the pearls. They were probably left at one of the campgrounds and whoever camps there next must be mystified. I also lost the matches, necessary to start the stove - fortunately my fellow camper had a lighter. And a toenail is still tender and dark red suggesting that I will be losing that too before long.

But yes, it was worth it. There is satisfaction in taking any inviting path from beginning to end, and a feeling of accomplishment in following a ridge to stand atop a mountain from where horizons are widest. There is the delight of swimming in and out of clumps of healthy kelp after being overheated and dusty. It’s lovely to get to know friends even better, and it’s pure euphoria when it’s all over and the boots come off.