#but put their first and last name in the actual captions

[bleekay]

i started this waaaaay back when i first binged miraculous ladybug. couldn't get over the dynamic of superhero duo who don't know each other's secret identities but do also know each other in their normal lives, and they're in love but they aren't but they are they just don't know it.

you know, i originally was spending so much time trying to think of sokka's alter ego, and i put grey wolf in as a filler but then i realized how Sokka it was. like this other dude in a costume introduces himself like "hey, I'm the Blue Spirit" and sokka who hasn't had time to process yet that he's a superhero and is indeed the worst at naming things, goes, "oh, Blue Spirit? Hi. I'm..... Grey.... Wolf." and then zuko would be like "You just used my name as a template! You just changed the color and the creature!!!" and sokka's like "Whaaaaat! Nooooo. No. I actually had this idea before you even said anything, which means actually you are the one copying me!" and zuko demands he change his name, think of something better, but the news is there so it's already circulating and people are saying what a nice pair they make

[id: digital fanart of Sokka and Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender, split into two sections. The top section is a 4-panel comic, from an interview-style perspective asking questions individually of Sokka and Zuko, both wearing modern clothes. Panel 1 asks Sokka, “What do you think about Zuko?” He shrugs and looks away thoughtfully, answering, “Zuko? Hm. I don’t know him too well. I guess he’s pretty cool.” Panel 2 asks Zuko, “What do you think about Sokka?” He scratches at the back of his neck and looks away, blushing with a sheepish grin, and answers, ”Ah… He’s… he’s nice.” A little heart indicates his true feelings. Panel 3 asks Sokka, “What about the Blue Spirit?” Sokka clasps his face between his hands, eyes shiny and half-lidded, cheeks red, a squiggly smile on his face and hearts all around, and answers, “… LOML.” Panel 4 asks Zuko, “What about Grey Wolf?” Zuko’s face is stern, his hand balled in a fist, and he answers, “Annoying.” There’s two small captions on the bottom that read (he’s kidding) (… maybe). The bottom section is a depiction of Sokka and Zuko together as their alter egos, Grey Wolf and the Blue Spirit respectively. Grey Wolf has a wolf mask that covers the top half of his face, a skintight blue, grey, and white suit, with leather straps to hold weapons and white fur on his shoulders and wrists, as well as a fluffy tail. The Blue Spirit is in the canon mask, plus a skintight blue and black suit, with a sword strapped to his back. Grey Wolf has one arm around Blue Spirit’s back grabbing his shoulder, and his other hand is gently poking at the Blue Spirit’s cheek. Grey Wolf is grinning and has a little heart indicating he’s enjoying this. The Blue Spirit is standing with his arms crossed and a scribble indicating he’s annoyed. The background is a vague cityscape at sunset. end id]

#zukka #blee arts #sorry for the long post #i cant design a costume to save my life rip #but its more about the vibes anyway #theyre superheroes you get it

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

no y/n and i try to avoid descriptors but do use she/her. you star in house of the dragon and your character is aemond targaryen’s girlfriend (let me live ok i know we could change him! he told me!!) aaaand also tbosas as sejanus girlfriend (get it bc rachel and josh and now you and tom). your character in tbosas is nova may winter.

your social media ~

just a fun little social media series, will do this in between editing my coriolanus snow x reader series. first part below the cut, sometime early 2023.

liked by enews and others…

tmz_tv trouble in paradise? rachelzegler and tomblyth spotted looking a little cozy last night! wonder how yourname and joshandresrivera feel!!!

yourname heartbroken!

↳ joshandresrivera shocked!

↳ yourname betrayed!

↳ joshandresrivera bamboozled!

↳ yourname flabbergasted!

↳ joshandresrivera devastated!

↳ yourname yeah that we weren’t invited hadbdjsndj

↳ tomblyth i hate you both 😭

↳ rachelzegler you guys literally had reshoots for tbosas though????

↳ tomblyth and we offered to reschedule for when all 4 of us could go?

↳ yourname fuck we’ve been exposed

↳ joshandresrivera gotta blast!!!

username wait are they really dating?!

↳ username no. rachelzegler is dating joshandresrivera and tomblyth is dating yourname.

↳ username waaaait i just read tbosas. obviously coryo and lucy gray, but also yourname character is dating joshandresrivera character 😂 so everyone had to kiss each others significant other 😂😂😭

↳ username oh to be yourname and rachelzegler

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liked by taylorswift and others…

yourname here to serve your #snowbaird needs! first 3 📸 are the love of my life and tomblyth is in the shots too.

rachelzegler hahaha i love you

↳ yourname marry me when???

tchalamet where was the post for paul and luna when dune came out? #fakefriend #betrayed

↳ yourname timothée??? i literally made a whole youtube video talking about my experience with dune? and i sung your praises for like 10 minutes???

↳ tchalamet not the full first name 😳

joshandresrivera and what about the ship for our characters 🤬

↳ yourname istg you’ll get an entire post dedicated to u once the film is actually out.

↳ joshandresrivera carry on 🤭

ewanmitchell aemond and juliette didn’t get a post either 🤨

↳ yourname aemond killed my baby lucerys, he doesn’t get shit 😞

↳ ewanmitchell you did a whole post when osferth died????

↳ yourname my sweet baby osferth did not deserve to die either 😔

username damn yourname your onscreen boyfriends are low key needy af 🫣

↳ yourname i know right 😩

tmz_tv 👀

↳ yourname this was a joke. i’m laughing at you, not with you.

yourname has blocked tmz_tv

tomblyth caption got me like 😧… and what’s the last photo my love?

↳ yourname my lockscreen is what it is.

↳ username “my love”

↳ username she said my lockscreen hahdudsbdifesz one of us one of us

hunterschafer you’re my spirit animal

↳ yourname hunter is the ACTUAL loml you guys

↳ tomblyth “heart been broke so many times” - rod wave 😧

username i read the book. coriolanus has to choke nova may. tomblyth did u develop a choking kink 🤭😏😏😏

↳ yourname hahahaha username i love you so much for this

↳ username someone spoil it for me why does he choke her

↳ username nova may figures out that coriolanus is the one who betrayed sejanus right when he’s executed and she goes to confront him later. this is when he and lucy gray first get to the cabin. she has a gun but he manages to throw it to the other side of the room. and at least in the book he slams her against a wall and tries to kill her by choking her.

↳ username istg they better put this scene in the movie.

↳ username but does he kill her?

↳ yourname watch and seeeee!

↳ rachelzegler so proud of my girl yourname! we can’t talk about it too much because #spoilers but you guys she’s incredible and it was so cool to watch her and tomblyth film that scene

username i bet tomblyth felt so bad having to be mean to yourname

↳ yourname all jokes aside, tomblyth aka the actual number 1 love of my life, he did feel so bad 😭 i love seeing him turn into coriolanus because it’s obviously so different from who he actually is as a person. but after each take he’d immediately ask if i was okay 🥺🥹

↳ username god i’m so single

if you’d like to be tagged in future tom blyth x actress!reader let me know!

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #rachel seller #josh andres rivera #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x fem!reader #tom blyth x f!reader #tom blyth x actress!reader #tom blyth fluff #tom blyth fanfiction #coriolanus snow x f!reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #hotg #the last kingdom

[shitpostingperidot]

Some things I noticed watching The Marvels with a notebook tonight (highly recommend an open captions screening to all fic writers!):

One of the moments in the Skrull memory device scene was Kamala helping her teeny tiny toddler Nani!

Monica calls Kamala “sweetie” on Tarnax as well as “baby” on Aladna

Skrull seems to be used as a collective noun in this movie?

Monica puts the situation as “entangled our world-lines,” and world-lines is a real concept in physics! So that’s neat

Carol has at least 6 pictures of the Rambeaus up on her ship, with one of Goose and one that might be Fury and Goose together.

Maria: “Remember why you’re out there. And remember to come home” 😭

Fury: “Nobody cares more than Captain Marvel, and nobody gets more grief for it”

Monica’s SABER coworkers are named Dag (the 306 year old one) and Talia

On Aladna, the word Song (as in “their language is Song”) is a proper noun

Carol: “long story.” Kamala: “maybe you could sing it?”

The code on the side of Carol’s ship is LS157

Carol got little hair clips in her braid with her new suit on Aladna!

And Monica got new earrings on Aladna!

Fury, to the first Flerkitten: “oh no, not my good eye!”

When Fury and the Khans crash landed, there was a random guy having a picnic in the background with a goose (an actual bird not a flerken)

When Kamala is pinned down by Dar-Benn’s hammer, she yells “Carol!!!!!” The first time she uses Carol’s real name

Just after this when Kamala gets both bangles, Carol says “how you feeling, Ms. Marvel?” The first time Carol uses Kamala’s superhero name

Monica’s last words in her own universe are “always knew I would have to stay” 😭😭😭😭

Maria’s Camaro (or possibly Carol’s Mustang) is parked under a cover outside the Rambeau house

Monica worked in Lab 01 on SABER

Goose is hanging out on the porch swing while Carol and the Khans unpack

I have a memory of seeing a truck just like the one in the movie in some Carol comic, but I can’t find the comic. Maybe I’m confusing it with Wynonna Earp’s almost identical truck

The plane at the Rambeau house is N5017B and it is the exact same plane Maria was working on in Captain Marvel!

Muneeba Khan unpacks a red shirt that’s the right size and color to be the shirt that 11-year-old Monica was wearing in 1995 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#the marvels #carol danvers #maria rambeau #monica rambeau #kamala khan #nick fury #captain marvel #ms marvel #photon #the marvels spoilers

[nyoomfruits]

no. 18: Hot Single Parent and babysitter/nanny for mctwinks pls!!

18. hot single parent and babysitter/nanny

There’s a million things that lead up to Lando being broadcasted to the entire F1 watching world with a baby strapped to his chest, but the shortest version of it is this;

He’s in London for a gig, playing at some night club he’s already forgotten the name of, when Max texts him if he wants to go to the Silverstone GP. And Lando loves Silverstone, and he hasn’t been to a race in forever, so he says yes.

When he gets there, excited to watch some racing, he’s instead confronted with Max’s teammate Oscar Piastri, who is cute and serious and looking a little frazzled and holding a baby.

The baby, Oscar tells him, is his daughter Harper. His nanny bailed on him at the very last moment and everyone seems to be busy and he needs to find someone to take care of her right now so if Lando could move out of the way that would be great.

To which Lando opens his mouth and says, “I can watch her.”

So. Baby.

Harper is a pretty chill baby, all things considered. Oscar had been a bit hesitant to hand her over initially, but after the approval of Max and Lando’s assurance that his brother has kids and he knows  what he’s doing, he’d strapped the complicated baby carrier situation to Lando’s chest and given Harper a goodbye kiss on the top of her head before heading to the track.

And it’s not like Oscar and Lando are stranger to each other, either. They’d seen each other over the years, in the paddock whenever Lando came to visit, at parties. Most notably Max’s birthday party two years ago, where they stood outside and talked for nearly two hours, and Lando was so convinced they were going to kiss.

But they didn’t. So.

Harper babbles happily and Lando glances down at her, adjusting the giant baby proof headphones so they cover her ears properly. “Are you excited to watch your dad’s race, Harper?” He asks, to which Harper answers with a decisive, “Ba!” as she slams her fist against Lando’s shoulder.

“Me too, little bug, me too.” Lando says.

The race is pretty good. From where he’s sitting Lando has an excellent view of the track as well as the option to watch the screens for the parts he can’t see, and he entertains himself by pointing out things out to Harper, who mostly babbles happily and waves her fists around in answer.

When Max crosses the line in first, Oscar in second, Lando puts up Harper’s little hands in a cheer and she actually giggles. After that he makes his way back to the Red Bull Motorhome to wait for Oscar, stopping along the way to talk to some people he knows, most of whom give him very amused looks when they spot Harper.

He’s just taken a seat in hospitality, when he gets a text from his sister. You never tell me shit anymore :(((((  It says. Lando frowns. Attached is a message, and he nearly drops his phone when he opens it and sees what it is.

It’s a screenshot from the live broadcast, showcasing Lando and Harper, clearly in deep conversation about something on track. Lando hadn’t even noticed the camera had been on them. But that. That isn’t really the important part. The important part is the caption.

The intention, Lando hopes, must have been for it to say ‘Lando Norris; professional DJ, holding Oscar Piastri’s baby’.

Instead, it says, ‘Lando Norris; professional DJ, Oscar Piastri’s baby’.

“Oh go-“ he glances at Harper. “-Goody,” he finishes. His friends are never going to let this go. Max is going to have a field day. Maybe he can just ignore it ever happened. Sweep it under the rug. Pretend-

“Hey baby,” Oscar Piastri says, appearing next to his table.

Lando cringes. “Ah,” he says, “you saw.”

Oscar shrugs, seeming entirely too chill about the whole thing. “Max saw it, on the big screens. Mentioned it in the cool down room.” Which is Oscar speak for ‘teased him relentlessly about it’, probably. Lando winces in sympathy. “I’m sorry,” Oscar continues.

“Nah, not your fault,” Lando says, waving his hand around. “Besides,” he adds, trying very hard to keep a straight face and not do something embarrassing like blush. “It’s not the worst thing to be, you know. Your baby.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, and his cheeks turn an absolutely delightful shade of pink, and suddenly it’s just like two years ago, standing in the courtyard of a club Lando’s long forgotten, staring into Oscar’s deep brown eyes like they’re the only two people on earth.

Which they’re not, as Harper gladly reminds them by choosing that exact moment to say, “Aga ba,” and slamming her fist against Lando’s cheek.

Oscar’s demeanor changes immediately, his smile mellowing out in something so soft it tugs at Lando’s heart as he reaches for her daughter, who twists around to face him and lets out a delighted string of babbles.

Lando unstraps her and hands her over, watching as Oscar quietly asks her how her afternoon was and then getting the softest, fondest look on her face when she babbles happily, albeit completely nonsensically, back at him.

“Thanks, for watching over her.”

“Yeah,” Lando says, standing up himself. “No problem. Anytime.” Anytime, all the time, forever if you’d let me. God, he’s pathetic. A cute guy is nice to him twice and he’s immediately willing to go down on one knee.

“Right,” Lando says, and there’s a moment, a small moment, where Oscar looks at him expectantly, and he thinks fuck it. I could just ask him out. We could make it work. But then he looks at Harper, still cradled in Oscar’s arms. Thinks about his schedule for the upcoming week, which is so incredibly full he’s going to have to ask his PA if she can please schedule him time to breathe, and realizes that no matter how much he might want this, it’s just not possible for them.

Being Oscar Piastri’s baby is always going to be just a meme on the internet.

“Well,” he finally says, shoves his hands in his pockets. “See you around.”

Something flickers, in Oscar’s face. Disappointment, maybe. Or maybe Lando’s just projecting. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. It isn’t going to change anything.

He leaves the Red Bull Hospitality without looking back.

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #IM SORRY I MADE IT SAD #drabble #ask game

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .02

"Your dirty jokes just had to be heard?"

“Hurry!” A scream came from one of the singers in the house, his hair freshly done as he ran into the living room putting on a jacket. His heart was pounding as he and our friends were about to run late to a big live interview. The bassist and drummer already sat in the vehicle waiting for the twins and me who had come over to the house in the morning to do my makeup with Bill but even myself woke up a tad bit later than I Should've.

“It’s okay, Bill.” I walk calmly into the room, wiping my wet hands onto my mini skirt then rolling down these black long sleeves. “We need to go, we literally have 25 minutes to get to the building that’s 26 minutes away!” His voice cracks, he went to go get his brother but he was already joining the two, tiredly yawning. 

Unlike the others he had just thrown something on and put his hair into his usual style.

Predictable.

 “Alright, let’s go, let’s go!” I wind my hand up then pointing out the door. Bill was out the door faster than light itself as Tom took his time a little bit more due to his huge pants that wouldn’t exactly let him run in. 

Of course I had to sit in the middle of the twins. Being smushed together I leaned more onto Bill, his arm slightly around my shoulders to give more room in the back seat. “Sorry Georg!” I apologize for our un-togetherness. He just shakes his head, motioning that it was okay before he speeds down the road for the singer’s sake. 

As we sat in the car with the radio on low, Bill and I took pictures on his phone trying to pass the time as Gustav took a little nap, Georg sat quietly as he focused on the road and Tom sometimes talked to Bill about how the interview was going to go. We haven’t exactly spoken since yesterday, which was completely okay. I would rather have the silence than hear his annoying voice. 

Today will be our first sit down, live interview together. It’s more of a day show like America’s Ellen Degenerous show or like the night shows as well. 

Just German.

Well this will be played on my Youtube channel so I’m going to put captions on it so that others will get our huge announcement as well from this video. But since not a lot of people that speak English will want to see it I’ve had the boys make a video with me to post for the U.K. or the U.S. 

Actually getting to the building is what brought all of our nerves to the roof. Even Tom who was freaking out with Georg. They were being pretty dramatic as they pretended to cry together. Once we parked in the back like we were told, security all ran our way and someone took the keys from Georg to move the car somewhere else while we were inside. Security stood by us as we entered the building.

 Fans somehow found the backway entry and were shouting our names as we passed by screaming for us to give them attention. Sadly we couldn’t acknowledge them.

It almost felt exhilarating to be put in this situation. The running and being hid by screaming people who would just love to put their hands on you in any way they could. Little creepy now that I put it into words. 

Anyways.

We were escorted to an area to be mic’d up. This girl has to put it in areas that won’t be incredibly noticeable. Looking around at the boys as Tom was getting his done lastly, his eyes were on the girls boobs since she was slightly bent over. Scrunching my nose in disgust I look away.

Turning to Gustav I dramatically grabbed his shoulders. “You ready?” Shaking him back and forth he finally put his hands on mine to stop me. “Are you?” He laughs.

I nod like a crazy woman, pulling him into a hug. “I’m a tiny bit nervous.” I chuckle. “I can tell.” 

“Time to get into place.” Bill snaps us out of it and we let go of each other moving to the curtains of the screen. Bill gripped onto my hand and the host called out our names. Well more, “Ladies and Gentles I have the wonderful [Name] [Last Name] with Tokio Hotel!” 

As we joined him near the couches he stood up, greeting us one by one. “Hello, hello!” He shook my hand tightly. 

“Hi, an honor!” I smile and he winks back in response, slightly catching me off guard earning a confused look for a split second.

As we sat down, I was placed nearest to the host, Bill next to and so on. 

The beginning of it all was very cliche, it was the normal stuff we usually get coming to these types of things only this time we got to do it together. 

The questions get a little morbid, asking about our personal life but having to go with it we will change it up in the best way we can to not give out that sentimental information. 

We’re only 18. Some of us being 17 still. 

“So, [Name] you’re starting your tour soon aren’t you?” He places the attention onto me, my face turning warmmer by the second. “Yeah, I am.” I smile, mentally wanting to beat myself up due to the fact that I’ve been stuttering ever so lightly but still being a tad bit noticeable. “Aren’t you going to miss these four boys?” He jokes with me and we all snicker at the thought.

“Well, I won’t have to miss them.” 

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head, not getting what I was laying down.

“She means, Tokio Hotel is joining her World Tour!” Bill shouts mainly for the audience. Everyone gasping at first then roaring into cheers.

Obviously I don’t think that was very expected.

We waited for the audience to calm down and then we continued with the questions. Now changing what he was saying to things about the tour. Were the prices changing? Anything like that. Obviously nothing will be changing except for the fact that the boys will be joining with me. 

Starting in Germany then going around Europe then to the United States of America. Other countries too but that’s later on and their tickets haven’t gone on sale yet. 

Now people in the crowd get to ask their questions. It was mainly to Tom as usual when we’re all together.

“This one’s for Tom and [Name],” A younger teenage girl speaks up as the guy with the microphone holds onto it. “Go ahead.” I smile sweetly to her and Tom nods her way. She looked like she was going to faint at any moment but still held strong.

“How come whenever you guys are seen in public you never go near each other?” 

The group starts laughing quietly, Bill sneakily takes my pinkie with his and squeezes it. I take a deep breath trying not to laugh myself at this godawful question.

“There really isn’t a reason. I guess that’s just what’s seen in public.” I play it off, I thought it was pretty smooth but knowing Tom he was about to do something to mess it up or change it to his liking.

“She really just can’t handle all the heat that comes with being near me.” Like I said, there he goes. He corrected me in a smart way. Everyone started laughing, even the host so my only option was to force it out of me as well, quietly adding in a “He wishes” but it was sadly louder than I wanted because of the microphone thats connected to my shirt. 

I only noticed that because of the “Ohh’s” heard around the crowd. “ I don’t have to wish, it’s my reality.” He smirks.

“Oh you’re right, guys he’s just too hot to handle!” I sarcastically squeal, covering my face to act like I was blushing. He plays along, pointing at me going “See!” 

Luckily the interview moved on from that horrible conversation and it all went smoothly. 

Once it ended and we took off our mic’s we were out the door faster than we could imagine.

Shoving Tom out of my way, I got to the passenger side and sat in the front with Georg, unfortunately having to kick Gustav to the back. He’ll be okay though. 

As Georg started driving, he took the back roads to not have any fans following us out of the area. We all talked about everything and how good it was that we finally had the information about the tour out. All of us complimenting each other on how it went. 

“It went pretty amazing, well except the fact that [Name] kept stuttering like she was in love with our host.” Tom mutters the last part but my head snaps his way and I glare at him. “Like you can talk? Googling over every girl who came up to the mic.” I furrowed my brows. “And barely anyone could hear you, having to repeatedly be told to speak up.” I add in.

“That must’ve been your imagination because I was heard pretty well for what needed to be heard.” He comes closer to my face, I adjust myself to actually look at him. “You think so?” 

He rolls his eyes, getting even closer to the point where our noses were almost touching. “Your dirty jokes just had to be heard?” I quiz him. Georg tapped my thigh, trying to get me to calm down and end it. And due to his delay of a response I thought he was just going to end it and stop talking. Boy was I wrong. 

“Yeah to get desperate girls like you to know they could only be a quick fuck.” He whispered into my ear, only for me to hear. He finally leans back but without even thinking on my part I unbuckle my seat and get inbetween the seats to hit him right in the jaw. Probably hurting myself more than him. The boys all shouted and Georg quickly pulled over, grabbing my waist and shoving me back into the seat. My breathing turned ragged. 

“You’re a dick Tom.” I step out of the car, slamming it behind me. 

As I had gotten a little bit away I held onto my fist and cursed underneath my breath. Hearing a car door open then shut, and fast footsteps heading my way I thought it was Bill coming to check up on me. 

“Seriously? You hit me then run off?” 

Nevermind, I am really bad at this guessing game.

“Why did you come out Tom?” I immediately stop.

He just laughs, looking down at my fist in the palm of my other hand and I move to cross my arms and hide it but still putting pressure on my newest injury caused by Tom’s jaw.

“Can’t believe you actually hit me.” 

“Want me to do it again?” 

“Just calm down, get in the car for their sake. You’re really going to let something I said bother you?” He shames me, he’s really about to shame me? 

“Just leave me be, okay? I’m gonna have Johanna come get me.” I shove him away from me, then grabbing my phone out of my tiny pocket in my mini skirt.

Turning away I heard the doors of a car once again and then the wheels on gravel move closer to me. “[Name], get in the car!” Bill shouts my way but I just shake my head. “I’m calling, Johanna. Just leave without me. I’ll call you when I get home.” I smile sadly, Bill just nods telling Georg to just go but he hesitates at first. Only to get told to go once more.

“He is the most infuriating person on this planet, Jo!” I cried out and she just laughs in response. I threw my head back onto my couch as my cat laid in my lap, shimmying to get comfortable.

My best friend was across from me with her legs laid out.

“I can’t believe you actually punched him.” She giggles mainly to herself. 

“Dude, it felt like an actual out of body experience, I didn’t feel like me.” I rub my face, careful of the piercings on it. 

“What did he even say to make you react that way?” 

Sitting for a moment in silence as I thought about it; 

“Yeah to get desperate girls like you to know they could only be a quick fuck.”

Scrunching my nose in disgust I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter, just know it made me mad enough to punch him.” I sigh.

Tightening my fist I flinch with the feeling of the ice joining back in with the pain. 

“I still wonder.” She frowns.

CHAPTER TWO BABY!!!! Very surprised I got this done so fast after work. I'm pretty proud of this chapter. The next chapter will be tomorrow:) (Hopefully, if not it will be the next day)

#tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #x reader

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 13: What's In a Name?

After the holidays, you and Bradley fell into a comfortable rhythm. You'd decided to stop taking your birth control, and whatever happens, well, happens.

After the New Year, it's Valentine's Day, and soon, you're celebrating another birthday. Bradley's gift to you is a weekend away at Camp David, just the two of you. He jokes that it's because he has run out of oval shaped diamond jewelry to give you. You throughly enjoy your uninterrupted time with him.

During the first weekend of May, you host a two day camp for teen girls who are interested in STEM careers. You bring in women who are experts in their field to teach classes, host demonstrations, and answer questions. It ends with a gala for all the attendees and volunteers.

The Tuesday after, E! News tweeted a photo of you with some of the girls from the camp with the caption "First Lady Y/N Bradshaw host first annual 'Girls in STEM' gala at the White House." You click the link and read the article about your gala.

You decide to retweet it, but make a subtle correction. You type out your response. "Thank you for the wonderful coverage, E! News, but it is First Lady Y/N Wiseman."

You tap the button and send it out into the digital universe before returning your attention to some logistical things you were working on in your office.

Across the White House, Bradley's phone dings with an alert that you've posted something. He sees that you've tweeted about your gala from this weekend. He smiles at the photo and article, but his smile quickly drops when he sees the caption you've added. "What the hell?" He mumbles.

He immediately stands up from his desk, putting off his work for another time. He needs to talk to you— now.

After a quick conversation with your assistant, he learns that you are in your office. He bursts through the door without knocking. "Bradley!" You shriek as you jump in your chair.

"What the hell is this?" He asks as he points to his phone.

"Your cellphone?" You say skeptically.

"I know that, I mean this!" He huffs as he makes his way over to your desk and shows it to you.

"Oh, the E! article. You should read it. I thought it was great." You tell him.

"Not that, the damn article, woman! I meant what you tweeted about it. First Lady Y/N Wiseman? You're Y/N Bradshaw. Why would you go by your maiden name?" He asks you with an annoyed tone.

"Actually, I never changed my name when we got married. Legally, I'm still Wiseman." You reply nonchalantly.

"Wha—why? Why didn't you change it?" He sputters.

"Beacause, Bradley, when we got married, I was planning on divorcing you in four years. I didn't see the point." You shrug.

"Is that still your plan?" Bradley asks with an edge of anger. "No. It's not. I have no plans on divorcing you, Dearest." You tell him with a smile.

"Then why haven't you changed it? We've been married for over eighteen months." He states.

"There's no law that says I have to. It's the twenty-first century. Why is it such a big deal? You ask him.

"It's a big deal because I've always called you Mrs. Bradshaw. That's who you are to me. If we don't have the same last name, it's like we aren't a —united front. It means—I don't know how to explain it." He says, frazzled.

"It's just a name, Bradley. It doesn't matter." You say before turning back to your work.

Bradley's jaw ticks. "It doesn't matter?" He says as he stalks over to your desk. He stands in front of it and plants his hands firmly on the wood. You can tell he's tense. You get up and slide in front of him and wrap your arms around his neck. "Don't get yourself all worked up, Mr. President. I mean, what's in a name, really?" You ask as you thread your fingers through his hair.

"I want you to change your name." He gruffs.

"I'll think about it." You tell him.

"You've had time to think about it. I want you to change it. He states, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Bradley, it's not a big deal. Chill out." You sigh. You move to slip out from in front of him, but he locks you in place with his arms.

"You're my wife. You're going to change your name, so that way everyone knows you're mine." He growls. You narrow your eyes at him before saying those two faithful words. "Make me."

You stood in front of your desk, your eyes locked with Bradley's silently daring him to say something back. He had half a mind to throw you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom and fuck the brat out of you. Instead, he spun you around and pushed you flush with the top of your desk. He hiked your skirt up and tugged the lace of your underwear down your thighs before delivering a harsh smack to your ass.

"Bradley!" You gasp from pain and pleasure. "You wanna act like a brat. I'll treat you like one." He breaths in your ear before delivering another smack.

"Fuck!" You groan as you arch your back to him. He chuckles and spanks you again before sinking to his knees and burying his face in your already dripping cunt.

Your fingers grip onto the edge of your desk as he fucks his tongue into you and sucks your clit into his mouth. It's hot and fast and dirty, and you're already about to tip over the edge. "I'm going to cum!" You warn him. But right before you fall, he stops.

You whine in protest. "Bradley! I was so close." You tell him.

"I know." He responds back with a smirk. He slaps your rear again before gathering up your wetness on his digits and sinking them into you. He has no trouble finding your gspot, and he strokes it over and over again while his thumb toys with your clit.

"Fuck! Feels so good, Bradley. Please!" You gasped as you feel your release approach. Bradley can feel you clenching around his fingers but before you can cum, he pulls them out and wipes them on the back of your skirt.

"What the fuck!" You scold him. "Brats don't get to cum." He tells you. "Now, I'm going to fuck you, and you don't get to cum until you decide to be a good girl for me." He growls before slamming into you.

He doesn't give you any time to adjust to his size before his hips are roughly smacking yours. He has one hand gripped on the back of your neck. The other his holding both of your arms behind your back. This gives him the leverage he needs to hold you in place or pull you back against him while he fucks you.

He's so deep you can feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. Within minutes, you're already close to the edge, after being denied twice.

"Fuck—please. Bradley, I'm so close!" You practically cry. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He grunts out. "Yes—yes. Please." You moan. "Tell me who you are then." He commands.

"I'm you're good girl." You pant.

"Nope. Not right." He moans.

"I'm you're little brat." You preen. You're so close that you feel like your body is on fire.

"Still wrong." He groans.

"Fuck. I'm the fucking First Lady!" You whale.

"Close but still not it." He hisses as he tries to hold off his own finish.

"Mrs. Bradshaw. I'm Mrs. Bradshaw!" You scream.

"Yeah you fucking are. Now cum for me Mrs. Bradshaw." Bradley moans. He doesn't have to tell you twice. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves as tears stain your cheeks. Bradley grunts as he finishes deep inside of you. Painting your walls white with his release.

He collapses on top of you. The room is filled with your gasps for breath and the scent of sex.

"I want you to change your name because you're my family now. You're the only family I really have. I'm the last Bradshaw if you don't." Bradley admits to you. As you both come down from your highs.

"Okay." You breathe out. "Okay?" He clarifies. "Okay, I'll if it means that much to you, I'll make it Mrs. Bradshaw, officially." You tell him.

He smiles and kisses the top of your head before slowly pulling out of you. He grabs some tissues to help clean you up before sliding your underwear back into place. He spins you around and kisses you deeply before exiting your office.

He walks down the hallway whistling and greets Jaycee as he passes her. She rolls her eyes and has a knowing smirk on her face.

She strolls into your office moments later.

"I was going to see if you were free for lunch, but it looks like you've already had some afternoon delight." Jaycee snickers as she plops onto your couch.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You blush as you try to deny her.

"Oh, so it's just a happy accident that Bradley just so happened to be walking down the hall with his suit crumpled, and you just have thst freshly fucked look on your face because it's a Tuesday?" She prods. You try to come up with a witty remark, but you know you've been caught.

"Hey, I'm not judging you one bit. Lord knows what Jake and I have gotten up to in the middle of the day in his office." She laughs.

"Oh, trust me. I know. I've seen it." You shudder at the memory.

"Alright, enough talking about office sex-capades, or I'm going to end up having a vice president for lunch. The new secretary service agent, Alex, I think, is downstairs waiting for us." Jaycee says as she hops up to take your arm to escort you out.

......................

A few weeks later, you wake up early. You have a very busy day. You spend a few extra minutes cuddling your husband before both of you get up. You enjoy breakfast together. Bradley asks about your day, and you tell him that you have some errands to run, but you'll be home in time for dinner.

He briefs you on his day full of meetings and budget proposals, and there are two new bills on his desk that he had to take a look at.

You promised you'd help him look over them tonight, and you let him know you had a surprise for him this evening.

You kissed him before heading out to the garage with your new secret service agent, Alex.

Bradley finished his breakfast before heading to the bedroom to get ready. He was eager to get this day over with, because the quicker this day was over with, the quicker he was able to find out what your surprise for him was. He was praying that it was that little black number he saw you sneaking into the closet last week.

..................

It was getting close to five in the afternoon and Bradley was just finishing up his last look over for this new bill. He was anxious because he knew it was almost time for you to be home, but suddenly, an eerie feeling washed over him. Something felt—off.

He ignored it before continuing to work.

He was just about to wrap up for the day when Dante burst into his office with wide eyes and a heaving chest.

"Dante? What's wrong?" Bradley asked as he abruptly stood up. Several other members of the security team and Jake filed in behind him. Bradley's heart dropped.

"Dante—" He began as he gripped the side of his desk, terrified his legs would give out.

"Sir, the First Lady has been taken."

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[poppurini]

[ m.draconia ] ﹫name tagged you in a post.

malleus n gn reader

minor dorm mal personal story spoiler, typing lilia’s line physically hurt me you’ll know what i mean, not proof read, 终于敢继续写故事型的作品了我真他妈的紧张请见谅

Many nights have passed since that incident happened. That night where he unintentionally upset Lilia by breaking his phone out of—goodness, he can’t even bring himself to say it—blatant jealousy. Now that he thinks back to it, it is rather foolish. He knew how deeply Lilia valued that electronic device, too.

But, he’s not entirely at fault, now is he? He is a dorm leader as well, he should be in that photo Kalim took. Well, yes, he did not attend that day—or any other meetings, really—but it wasn’t his intention to appear frivolous and skip important discussions, he is not like Kingscholar. He was just never notified.

Seeing everyone in a group photo without you, where you should belong in as well, doesn’t set a good feeling in one’s chest. He may not consider them as particularly close individuals, but it still inflict some sort of pain and insult to his pride.

He doesn’t wish to be seen as one of their own, because he simply isn’t but oh, when will he finally be included and not forgotten? Worse, remembered but not worth the effort to include in?

Ding!

Hm? His phone’s screen brightened. The…notif, as Lilia called it, in this device is quite loud and unpleasant to the ears. He ought to ask for Lilia’s help in changing it some time soon. Is he finally getting notified for a meeting? Malleus hope it’s easily accessible unlike last time which caused him to wait a total of three hours in different locations all for no one to show up.

Malleus sighs, It is not regarding the meeting. Were they perhaps serious about not inviting him to any more dorm meetings? However, this confusion was quickly brushed away to the back of his mind. Replaced by a light and pleasant feeling when he sees your name, accompanied by some numbers, which he recognised as your birthdate.

Magi…cam. The bolded letters show. This must be from the Magicam app. That’s right, his child of man assisted him in making one. Actually, he think he was forced, but he doesn’t complain. Nothing really came from the app after so he forgot its existence for quite a while. It is so complicated to navigate, too.

[ m.draconia ] ﹫name tagged you in a post.

This formatting looks…rather familiar than the one he saw on Lilia’s phone that day. The only thing that has changed was the bracketed name and the name behind a symbol that resembles the letter ‘a’ rather strangely.

“Could this be…?” Malleus hums, eyes widening in anticipation and tapping the bar, brows raising when a number pad appeared instead. Magicam doesn’t look like this, from what he recalled. Just then he remembers Lilia’s words.

“Place a password for your privacy! Just four numbers is enough. Most humans put something memorable, like their birthday! But Malleus you can put whatever.”

His birthday doesn’t mean anything much to him, personally. However, yours…

The device was unlocked and Malleus successfully opened the Magicam app. His lips parted in surprise, then quirked in amuse. What greeted him back was a picture of the two of you. Himself and his child of man. Yes, he does remember taking some pictures with you just a few days ago.

The caption—he hope he got it correct—was ‘photo dump with ﹫m.draconia <3’ he does not know what ‘less than three’ is to resemble or if it has anything to do with your apparent photo dump. The pictures you put are more than three. He’ll have to ask Lilia later, or maybe he could utilise this opportunity to approach you?

Still, Malleus was ecstatic. He was finally mentioned in a good light for the first time throughout his three years in Night Raven College by someone other than his retainers. His chest feels tight with excitement.

Ding!

﹫liliaa0101 commented

liliaa0101 You two look absolutely slay in here! ��👍🏻

What does this mean.

#malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #gn reader

[moonshynecybin]

have we talked about what valentine’s day looks like for rosquez. post-reconciliation imo it’s vale going overboard sending marc 500 roses it’s an instagram photo dump showing him off with a borderline-obscene caption (imagine they’ve gone public. perhaps in the aftermath of the coming out au?) it’s custom la perla and solid gold nipple clamps. marc secretly glowing abt being showered in affection it’s proof vale loves him and isn’t going to leave him

also im just putting this together but isn’t valentine’s day like. the day of vale’s name? something like that? EVEN MORE reason for him to be super into it.

let’s not talk abt 2013-2015 valentine’s day…

you are a genius who has predicted something i was literally already writing!!!!! he absolutely gets him hot girl sex gifts for their valentine's day slash joint birthday week which is the hot girl sex gift SUPERBOWL for them. personally i was thinking lingerie and i wrote a tiny fic (~500 words) about it thats under the cut! get outta my brain !

There’s package sitting inside Marc’s motorhome, after testing.

That's not unusual in itself. It’s his birthday tomorrow, and he’s been fielding various gifts from his sponsors for the last few days, all brightly colored hats and huge sunglasses— messages from whatever company, carefully typed on impersonal letterhead. But this one feels different. It’s unmarked, the box a smooth white cream— not very tall, but wide. Marc crosses to the table the box is resting on and lifts off the lid, testing the weight. It’s heavier than it looks, well made.

It’s clearly expensive.

Once he sets the lid to the side,the first thing his eyes catch on is tissue paper, delicate and silvery, folded neatly. A small card made of thick paper is nestled on top, just over where the carefully arranged wrapping conjoins. He picks it up.

Marc, familiar handwriting spells, and Marc smiles. He knows who sent this. It's not one of his sponsors. Thought this would suit you, I hope you like it. -Vale. There’s a small heart scribbled after the message, followed by a cartoon turtle, unhurried and messy. Beloved.

But it’s still not Valentino’s usual style, and Marc raises an eyebrow, curious. It's actually not technically his birthday, its the day before— it’s Vale’s birthday, and there’s not a lot he wouldn’t give Marc in person, especially when they've been floating around the same paddock. Typically, if Vale is going to give him something, he likes to be there. Likes to lay back and watch Marc’s face as he opens whatever elegantly wrapped treasure he’s picked out for him, eyes greedy on Marc’s expression.

He likes to know that Marc enjoys the things he gives him.

So it’s notable, that he isn’t here. That he left this in Marc's motorhome while he was testing on track, just before Vale was scheduled to spend a little bit of time running things through with his academy riders. He had wanted Marc to find this alone. To turn over what to do with it. Contemplate any possibilities.

Marc's skin feels too warm, too sensitive, the cool air of the motorhome giving him goosebumps. His thumb lingers in the edge of the tissue paper, feeling its thin edges, reveling in the sensation. In the way the anticipation fills him up, a pleasant buzz that thrums under his skin.

It's not dissimilar from the moment before a race, that knifes edge of expectation.

He bites his lip and opens the present, carefully moving the paper away to reveal what’s inside. Something silky catches against his knuckles. He stops.

It’s Vale’s birthday, he remembers.

This isn’t a gift for him, exactly. Pale yellow silk and lace greets him, delicate. Carefully constructed. Marc doesn’t have to check to know they’re in his size.

He grins.

#callie speaks #motogp #asks #rosquez #my fic #valentino being hot and cheeky and a lil selfish in ways that turn both of them on... in ways that still tick marc's boxes... #this could be pre breakup or post reconciliation choose your fighter. i lean post reconciliation #was gonna expand this but uh. brain. bad.

[domain-of-revelation]

Love & Deep Space Notes (so far for Day 1, all quests/tasks completed, Ch. 2 completed)

The pre-launch MC editor was a nice touch to tide us over until launch.

The voice over customizer needs some adjustments. Even though when tuning the voice to the extremes gives a warning in potential audio quality dropping, I find that some sliders are more likely to come out weird, particularly the “Husk” slide. I myself have instances of vocal fry, so hearing the Husk slide have such a small range of “okayness” before it absolutely sounds inhuman needs to be redone.

May we please have more POC hairstyles/hairtypes? May we please have short hair options?

I noted this in the Survey L&DS has already put out, but the dialogue (at least in English) of the opening cinematic is incredibly fast and doesn’t have a lot of inflection or weight to it.

Speaking of the dialogue, the subtitles don’t line up perfectly in some instances, especially when characters are interrupting or talking over each other or when characters speak directly after each other.

While Zayne is my bias so far, his voice fits the least. My opinion.

I love Tara. She’s such a cute little side companion/exposition girl. I want to see her character more and explore her. Her voice actress is spectacular and fits her perfectly.

Jenna is a girlboss and we love that. Her voice is a great fit.

When “texting” the boys, there’s an option to also have captions!! I adore this. Great for people who are hard of hearing.

L&DS has graphical options for quality. I’m on an iPhone 12 (?) and having it on High doesn’t make my phone melt.

I’m on level 12 with one of the LIs, and I enjoy that every new bond gives you something, from gems to poses to new features you can do with them.

There are a few minor visual glitches, but nothing game breaking.

If you’re playing on mobile, you can’t also watch a YouTube video at the same time during the opening. If you do, the audio for L&DS cuts out completely.

Please know that your first and last name will show up as the actual character designation. I haven’t gotten to where a Nickname is used, so use a different name other than your actual name if you do that.

You get a free rename and new birthday ticket.

I’ve done all the quests for today, and reached level 20. I have to wait until server reset to continue the story, which is locked to 21+.

I’ll do the side stuff, like the branching dialogue side stories later tonight.

(Psst! I posted part 2 on my blog! Not much has changed, but there were some things I noticed. I’m also now on Chapter 5.)

#love and deepspace #love and deep space

[vltnoire]

slipping through my fingers

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ suna x reader

what it’s like when suna attends his daughter’s graduation.

You had never in your entire life seen Suna so overly emotional excluding the whole week after your daughter had been delivered where he wasn’t able to look at her without tears threatening to spill from his eyes. 

Currently sat in the passenger seat as your husband drove the two of you to your daughter’s high school graduation, you find it rather amusing how silent he’s been throughout the entire ride other than the sound of his stuffy nose which is enough proof that his emotions have already gotten the best of him. 

Your sudden snort ended up with you receiving an eye roll from him. 

“It’s not funny. You’re gonna cry too. I know it.” 

“Never said I wasn’t.”

“Then stop looking at me like you’re gonna crack up any moment.” 

You burst into laughter. 

“I swear I’m not making fun of you or anything. I find it . . . cute actually. You know, that you’re in your dad mode or whatever. Also, I saw one of your retweets last night. What was it again? Something about how admirable it is for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping. Seriously Rin, how corny of a dad can you be?” 

“Okay now you’re just making fun of me.” He sniffled quietly. 

–

Just as your daughter’s name was called out, she walked up the stage and received her diploma. With your phone in your hand recording the moment and a tissue in the other that was drying the tears in your eyes every now and then, it’s impossible to not take notice of Suna’s constant sniffing and the tears that stained his face. 

“That’s my girl!” He yelled out. You were quick to move your phone from him to your daughter zoomed in. 

“Now that our daughter’s have graduated and they’re going off to college soon, what do ya have to say as a dad Sunarin?” Atsumu, who sat a row behind the two of you, interrupted your husband’s emotional moment. Now recording them, the corner of your lips turned upward awaiting for what your husband had to say. 

“As corny as this will sound and as I will be, of all the things I’ve done in my life, being your father and loving you is by far the biggest achievement yet. I remember you taking your first steps and putting my arms out to catch you and you didn’t need it. Or your first day of kindergarten where I would look through the window to make sure you were okay. Teaching you to ride a bike, waving as you left for camp, dropping you off at junior high then high school. And each time as it is right now, the same as it will always be.” Despite his words that came out shaky and a little unclear, it didn't fail to make Atsumu tear up as well. 

“I totally wasn’t expecting that from you but damn, you’ve definitely got it worse than I do, bro.” 

–

As you laid next to Suna that night on the bed, you scrolled through your homepage on Instagram and came across a post from your husband that comprised of a picture of your daughter in his arms, a video of her smiling with only her two front teeth and learning how to ride a bike, a picture of her weeping as she solved mathematics practice questions on the dining table and lastly a picture of her smiling as she held her high school diploma on stage. 

You certainly got a laugh out of his caption.

sunarin25 It is admirable for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping.

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d/n love you dad 

     sunarin25 I know

atsumiya caption is Real 💯

aranojiro Such wise words 🙌 Congratulations d/n 😘

t.oikawa congratulations beautiful girl! @/d/n don’t forget to check your mailbox for a surprise 🤭

bokoutarou AWW the way she smiles doesn’t change 😭

kurootetsu.17 I still remember when that kiddo threw up all over you 😂 Now she’s all grown up 🥹

#suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #suna fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintarou headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons

[undermycoat]

inspired by @izzyspussy’s prompt. hope u dont mind?? lol also tw for mention of james tartt. yknow how it is — also im thinking this takes place around the start of the season after the show ends 💚 but also (thanks nonny!) just pretend eras tour came out 2021 and barbie came out 2022 and not. now LOL

It starts as less than a handful of Tweets. Honestly, Jamie laughs at the first one, then scrolls by and completely misses the rest. And then he sees a group of lads donning West Ham merch pointing at him while on his morning run (sans Roy, who had to bow out due to a cold, the dick . . . Jamie's planning on picking him up breakfast) and whispering — but not quiet enough — that the Barbie has escaped his box. The Tweets (and comments and replies and DMs) appear more frequently after that.

The pictures of him in his pink tracksuit, tied to Roy’s bike, are passed around again. This time not by his loyal fans who begged for proper HD pics from him and thought he looked good as hell, but by the ones who call him Barbie and think his hair is blond and dumb and that he is just a dumb blond who isn’t even that good at football. At least that last bit could be easily refuted by his stats. He’s damn good at his job, and he knows it.

He doesn’t say anything about it, however, until they’re in the locker room after training, and Isaac huffs at something while looking at his phone. Jamie glances over to see him angling the screen toward him. “They’re callin’ you Barbie, bruv.”

Isaac is a really good friend, like, the best a guy could ask for. But Jamie kind of doesn’t want to think about this. “Yeah, I saw. It’s a compliment, innit? And kind of fittin’. I’m perfect, I’m everything. I am Barbie, ain’t I?”

At his easy dismissal, Isaac brightens up, grinning, and Jamie grins back. He finds the Tweet he was shown and posts a good selfie he took a few days ago, captioning it, I am everything. You wanna be Ken? It’s a bit stupid, but the insult is stupid too, so he thinks he’s allowed it.

The thing is — he wants to be unbothered by the nickname. The Barbie movie was fucking awesome, and though he’s still on thin ice with Keeley, even after their strictly-business trip to Brazil, they put aside their differences . . . that is, they put aside Jamie’s fuck-up to go and watch one of the screenings together. Yeah. It was fucking awesome. And he loves women. Like, major respect.

But the condemnations of the word are a knife’s edge away from a whiskey-tinged voice hissing soft and little bitch in his ear, and Jamie really can’t fucking deal with that right now. And he had gone and seen James in rehab, just for a couple hours, and he doesn’t regret going and seeing him, and he actually thinks it’s fucking mint the man’s getting help. He even enjoyed going through the old photos of his grandparents and James as a baby and even some of his own photos, when his mum looked a little less tired and he wasn’t afraid to smile too brightly. And in rehab, James is given limited Internet time, so the chances of him seeing the insults, seeing Jamie being called a girls’ toy, something pretty and pink, are small, and even if he does see, what can he do? They won’t just let him leave while obviously on some rampage.

It’s not like Jamie plans on going back to the man any time soon anyway. He’s not James Tartt’s anything. They just share a name. So what?

Jamie jumps at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. He pockets his phone (his Quote Tweet is now at twenty thousand likes and counting), and when he turns, it’s Roy, staring at him with those impossibly dark eyes and wild brows that make them even darker.

“Hi, coach,” he says with a grin.

Roy grunts back.

Jamie stays still for another second before blinking. “Got any wisdom for me?”

The other guys have begun to clear out, and now it’s just them and Beard still in the coaches’ office. And Will, who seems to be some metaphor for God, the way he’s always around, not even lurking, just . . . around.

Finally, Roy says, “Good pass. Don’t be late tomorrow.”

It’s so unbearably Roy that it makes Jamie sick. It also suggests there’s more he’s not saying, but Jamie isn’t sure what. He doesn’t push, however, just salutes him. “‘Course, coach,” he leans back on his heels, “dark and early, yeah?”

Roy nods, then pivots and mechanically goes back to the office. Jamie watches him go before turning and gathering his things. As he packs, he can practically feel Roy’s eyes on his back, but he knows when he turns, both him and Beard will be staring down at things on their desks. Whatever.

Jamie doesn’t run into anyone on his way out, and he’s grateful, taking a breath when he gets in his car then speeding off. He feels itchy under his skin, like when his foot falls asleep but the sensation is all over his body, and he kind of regrets leaving Nelson Road because he thinks running a few extra laps up and down the pitch would soothe him, if only a little bit. Despite this, when he gets home, he just gets out of his car and goes inside. It’s not that he’s worried about a repeat of his solo jog that one morning. It’s just really hot outside, what with it being late July and all, and he just showered, like, thirty minutes ago.

Every time a notification goes off on his phone, his stomach flips in a really awful way. Jamie turns off his phone.

Maybe now that he’s said something, it’ll die down. Since he’s made it clear he’s not bothered by it, that he can take whatever they give, they’ll stop.

And then, the first match of the season, Jamie walks onto the pitch, and a familiar song starts up. It’s not his song — but it’s certainly for him.

“Are they singing . . . ‘Barbie Girl’?” Colin asks from behind him.

“And changing the pronoun to ‘he’,” Jan adds, helpful as ever.

Jamie catches sight of one of the cameras recording the match, grins and sticks out his tongue, and when he looks to the opposing fans’ side, he even gives a little bow. Just for them. He thinks about something Lasso said to him once about bullying, after he stopped being a dick to Nate and asked why Ted never stepped in. Acknowledging it almost always makes it worse. Sorry that Jamie had believed in the ‘almost’.

;

After getting booted from Keeley’s and after a dinner at a kebab place that Jamie knows is good because Roy didn’t actually make him sit and watch — he picked bits of lamb from the skewer and placed them on the napkin i​​n front of Jamie without a word — it’s not unusual for him and Roy to get dinner together. Sometimes it’s just them at Roy’s, who’s a better cook than his mum but not better than Simon, and sometimes it’ll be at a pub, and sometimes they’ll go to a restaurant. It was with ruddy cheeks that Roy admitted the kebab shop was like his church, but Jamie wasn’t judging. He thinks he understood the ecstasy of St Theresa after a bite of that lamb.

Tonight, however, Roy drops Jamie off at his place, and then parks the car and follows him in.

“Uh,” Jamie says when Roy stands in the entryway, a hand behind his back, posture stiff, “can I help you?”

“Go to your room,” Roy replies, and Jamie’s eyes go wide, and he says, “O-kay, Daddy,” before he backtracks, but Roy is backtracking too. “I mean, go somewhere that isn’t behind me or the kitchen.”

Jamie’s mouth drops into an ‘o’. “Right. Okay. I’ll just go to the living room, then.”

Roy nods, and Jamie walks slowly to the couch, backwards so he can watch Roy watching him.

He manages to sit still on his couch for a good two minutes, listening to Roy clattering about his kitchen, before he hops up and goes to sit at his dining table instead. It’s there that he sees a paper bag, and it takes everything in him not to peek into it. At the sound of the chair scraping against the floor, Roy leans back from where he’d had his head stuck in Jamie’s fridge, and he turns to look back at Jamie, who smiles innocently at him. He even waggles his fingers in a wave for good measure.

Roy rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling, so Jamie thinks it’s fine, and he doesn’t think about how good it feels to be the one behind Roy Kent’s smile. Roy goes back to rummaging through the fridge.

Eventually, Jamie gets roped into helping out, but all his complaints are customary, and he thinks if he had allowed himself — if he had been allowed — to dream about domesticity, this is exactly how it would’ve been. Right down to the celebrity footballer. It’s kind of perfect.

Then, Jamie’s phone goes off.

It’s his news app, which he keeps forgetting to turn off the notifications for, and it irritates him every time, but especially when he actually clicks the notification ‘cause the story looks interesting, only to find out he’s somehow already used up his articles for the month, and would he please be willing to spare a few pounds every month for more? In theory, yes, he is willing. In practice . . . he has other places to put his money.

That being said, the irritation he feels then is nothing compared to the humiliation he feels now, reading the headline: This Barbie is a Footballer: AFC Richmond Jamie Tartt’s new song.

Roy is turned the other way, so luckily, he can’t see the way Jamie’s smile immediately drops from his face. This shit isn’t even important! It’s just some stupid fan war mess, the opponents’ fans trying to get in his head, and it’s not fucking working, alright? He doesn’t care. He’s just embarrassed that it’s apparently made the news. It’s really not a big deal.

When he looks up from his phone, Roy is looking at him. Jamie swallows.

“It’s nothin’,” he tells him. “Just some politician, saying some stupid thing. Sam sent it to me to rant.”

Roy nods, but he looks like he doesn’t believe him. Jamie’s voice had wavered in the middle, so he doesn’t believe himself either. But he still doesn’t budge, just leans back against the counter and waits for Roy to either turn away or say something in return. Roy turns away. Over his shoulder, he says, “I have something for you after we eat.”

“Whatever’s in the bag?” Jamie asks. Roy grunts. “Is it concert tickets? Am I goin’ to see Taylor fucking Swift? The bag’s just to throw me off, obviously.”

“Fuck no,” Roy’s response is, pun intended, swift and immediate. Jamie grins. “You’ll see later. Just . . . wait.”

Jamie groans. “Fine. But it better be good, since you got me all excited for the concert.”

Roy gives him a stern glare. Jamie puts his hands up, then gets back to washing the dishes they’re done using.

All throughout their meal, Jamie struggles to sit still, and his eyes, without fail, return to the bag. It becomes enough of a problem that Roy takes the bag and hides it in his lap, but Jamie’s no coward, so his gaze still wanders to — well.

“The quicker you finish eating, the sooner you get to see it,” Roy growls out around his own mouthful of salmon and quinoa (Jamie was surprised he had those things in his freezer and cupboard too, but it made a damn good meal, so he’s not complaining).

Jamie grows a lot more focussed after that, and he’s done within minutes — nay, seconds. Roy raises his eyebrows in approval. Jamie licks the leftover glaze for the salmon off his fork for good measure. Roy looks down at his plate.

Once Roy finishes eating, the paper bag makes its triumphant return, Roy setting it between them. He nods his head at it, and Jamie takes it quickly, before the other can change his mind and take it back.

He doesn’t expect what he pulls out, but he feels like he should. He looks between the Barbie and Roy, who’s staring at Jamie with a gaze so intense Jamie worries he might burn up from it. If this had been bestowed to him any time the year before, especially from Roy, he’d think it a continuation of the insult. But all he feels right now is laughter, the weight in his stomach turning into something bubbly and light that works its way up his throat and past his lips. Slowly — because he’s out of practice, the old fart — Roy begins to smile back.

The stupid fucking made-to-move soccer Barbie is even wearing an England kit, and when Jamie turns her around, he grins at the number and name on the back.

“You fucking dick,” he says, the words coming out as a hiss through his teeth, that’s how hard he’s grinning.

“You’re Jamie fucking Tartt,” Roy replies, and Jamie wishes he had a word to describe the look the other was sending him, but the best he can do is say how it makes him feel — really fucking good; like nothing could ever hurt him; like there is no one else in the world but the two of them; like he could go win the World Cup, the FA Cup, all the Leagues, every award in the football world, and not break a single sweat. It makes him feel a lot like he’s in love.

Roy’s not done: “You are everything. Who gives a shit if some pricks call you Barbie? You fucking own it, Jamie. You are every-fucking-thing, and they’re not even Ken.”

And Jamie will make fun of him for it later, that he’s more than aware of the movie’s tagline, but at the moment, he’s clutching the Barbie to his chest like a lifeline, and he feels a sting behind his eyes, like tears are threatening to spill, and his cheeks hurt with how hard he’s smiling.

Roy clears his throat. “Phoebe said there are ways you can change the hair, but . . . don’t use heat. It’s plastic. You can cut it or dye it fucking . . . walnut haze or whatever.”

Jamie doesn’t even correct him that it’s walnut mist. He’s close enough.

He gives the doll one last squeeze. “Thanks, Roy, I mean it.”

Roy doesn’t reply, just gives a grunt and nods his head. That’s alright too. Jamie looks down at the doll again, then leans back in his seat. He holds it up to his face, angles her head so they’re cheek-to-cheek more or less.

“Like twins, ain’t we?”

And Jamie wonders if maybe there were something in the food, or maybe in their drinks, because it seems like Roy can’t stop smiling either.

;

The opposing fans are at it again. Jamie sees Roy glance back at him and grins. He considers mouthing all good, coach, but he’s more interested in using one arm to wave and the other to hold his Barbie up the same way he had when it was just him and Roy, teeth bared all the while. The crowd goes wild, of course.

He’s Jamie fucking Tartt. He’s everything. Of course no one is going to think of him as just Ken — that’s just ridiculous.

in case you can’t tell “condemnations” is supposed to be “connotations”. ily jamieisms 💚 also i wrote this rly fast on my phone so sorry & now on ao3 if u'd prefer to read it there ✌️

#my writing #royjamie #ted lasso #jamie tartt

[lowkeycasanova]

dirty

*smut warning*

_______________________

Stumbling through the door with laughter, your friends finally came back to the apartment at one thirty in the morning.

"It's so damn dark in here." Alexis said and she turned on the kitchen light. It illuminated a good area and they were able to see where you and Vinnie were last on the couch.

"Where are they?" Vanessa asked, gesturing to the blankets that were left a mess and noticing that fact that it seemed too quiet.

"Asleep?" Alexis shrugged.

They made a beeline to your room and stopped in their tracks when they see one of your socks on the doorhandle. When y'all first moved in together, Vanessa made a rule stating that whenever someone wanted to have seggsy time with a partner, put a sock on the door as a 'do not disturb' sign.

The two girls looked at each other and tried their hardest not to laugh. But obviously they weren't laughing as if they were making fun.

They took out their phones and opened Snapchat, trying their hardest to shut the fuck up. And uploading to their private stories, which you would eventually see, they had the captions "imma pray for y/n in there" and "miss girl get that dick".

****

Vinnie's left hand gently caresses your cheek as he lays at your side. He kisses your neck and your face over and over again. "Beautiful." you hear him whisper to himself. "soft, and so..." his breath fills with heat as he trails off.

Your ears are ringing and you're squirming underneath him and you whisper his name roughly. You make a sound between a whine and a moan and he pushes into your thigh suddenly.

"I'm hard." he says, like he's begging for your permission.

You don't need him to tell you because you can certainly feel him practically throbbing against your leg, like he's begging to be buried somewhere soft and warm. "We don't have time. The girls could be back at any minute." you mumble.

"Can be quick," he mumbles right back with another gentle roll of his hips. "Can be really quick." he clears his throat.

"Don't brag." you told him and ran your hands through his hair and he takes that as an invitation to come closer.

"Please," his face drops into your neck and his breath hitches in his throat. "It hurts." He pulls you even closer to him. "Does it hurt for you?"

Your thighs press together, because yes, it does. You want the tension to be released. To have him spread you in a quiet fuck that'll leave you walking from side to side for the next day.

Maybe it's because you didn't answer that makes him stop. He'd never actually push you unless he wasn't sure he was pushing at all. So...if he has to jerk off in the bathroom, he'll do that. Because he doesn't think his erection will go down peacefully. Vinnie kisses you once again and his muscles flex because he's about to get up but you grip a hand onto his arm.

"No, wait..." you told him. Pushing off the covers, you grab a sock from your drawer and put it on the door handle before coming back to the bed.

"You sure?" he asks gruffly, checking to make sure he hasn't manipulated you in any way.

You answer him by taking his hand and guiding it to your underwear. His lips part for a moment when he realizes how easy his fingers slide in. You are stiff for a second before melting in the mattress. But Vinnie doesn't wanna waste time. He pulls them down with the help of you shifting your hips. You feel him adjust so he can settle in between your thighs, pushing them apart so he can get comfortable. He hoists over you and your hands reach the back of his neck. His hair tickles your forehead.

His eyes look sleepy but at the same time, full of lust. Lips look pinker than usual. Hair wilder than usual. The fly-a-ways look like a halo but Vinnie is not an angel right now.

He inhales sharply and mutters a sharp "fuck" before reaching down and guiding himself to your entrance and sliding in swiftly.

You gasp from the sudden stretching sensation and move your arms to his back. Vinnie lets you adjust before withdrawing and rolling back, kissing your forehead. He starts slow but that doesn't last long because it's not what you two want and definitely don't have time for it.

Vinnie shushes you gently when you moan with each stroke into you. He pulls back just to the ridge of the head nearly every time, and each time, it feels longer and deeper with more intensity that you bargained for.

He ducked his head a little to watch himself go in and out of you, hard and shining. "Oh my god." he groans.

"Vin," you whisper urgently.

Your orgasm is starting to curl in your belly with every bump and slide of his cock. Your thighs hitch higher around him and he groans softly in encouragement.

"Faster," you whisper. "Faster please,"

You're so close and you need him to be relentless, like you know he can be.

Vinnie rocks quicker, his mouth on your neck and nicking at your skin with each harsh pant that's sure to leave a mark. You've always liked it faster, rougher, and deeper. Vinnie doesn't even apologize if he hits too hard because nine times out of ten, you'll scratch his back in reward.

Suddenly, both your eyes become wide. You couldn't have possibly heard footsteps and giggles right outside the door.

He comes to a stop on top of you and you both intently listen. Then there's nothing but it couldn't have been your imagination.

Vinnie is still buried inside you. His whole face tenses and swallows hard. You on the other hand are seeing stars because he's stopped and the thickest part of himself. You're so full and want the pressure of him moving in and out.

He bites his lips, puts his hand over your mouth, and grinds into you until he's sure that there's no one on the other side of that door. And if you're correct about what you heard, then you know you're gonna get an earful about it.

He's now pressing deeper and faster and the slick base of his cock is gliding up and down your clit. Your back arches as you're cumming, hard. You're grateful that he covered your mouth but it only muffles you.

Vinnie is not far behind and it's about forty more seconds of ramming inside you before he cums with it hot and thick. You thought he was controlled until he pulls out and collapses beside you, uttering swears. He's breathing heavily and when you look over at him, there's a few stray hairs stuck to his face and his eyes are shut in disbelief.

"Th-that got very dirty, v-very fast." you say.

Your thighs are still trembling, you're exhausted and your body aches in pleasure.

#vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker #vinnie smut

[takecareluv]

hello, could you write something where y/n is not famous but she's dating vinnie and his fans doesn't really like her and sending hate to her and saying that vinnie should cheat on her, she's getting insecure and starting to believe that he would actually cheat on her because there are so many pretty girls but they sit down to talk and he comforts her?😊

a.n. hi, my love. thank you for requesting something! this is actually my first time writing a request so i hope i did okay and you like it !!! mwah <3

ignore the comments || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie were together for over eleven months, the happiest eleven months of your life might you add. however, up until recently you had been a secret to the public eye. with the reaction from fans of vinnie’s previous flings, most of which were made up rumors sourced on twitter, you thought it would be best to wait putting your relationship onto the internet for everyone to criticize. 

on the other hand, vinnie couldn’t wait to show you off: his sweet, beautiful girlfriend. but he knew how apprehensive you were, especially with not being used to the lifestyle and the thousands of comments that came along with it. 

but now that you were approaching a year into the relationship, you thought it might be time to make it instagram official, especially with all the speculations people already had when it came to the mystery girl that was constantly seen next to the golden boy himself. 

when your one year anniversary came around, you and vinnie celebrated by recreating your first date; a picnic on the beach. you had the best time, eating little sandwiches while watching the sunset and reminiscing over the last year together. by the end of the night, you were scrolling through all the photos you took, wanting to remember the day forever. upon seeing one you particularly liked of you kissing vinnie on the cheek with the cotton candy skies perfectly displayed in the background, you turned your phone to show vinnie, “i like this one, you should post it.”

“are you serious? you’d be okay with that? we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready.” vinnie continued to ramble until you finally shut him up with a kiss. 

“yes i’m sure. it’s been a whole year, i think it’s about time we stop hiding things,” you responded with a smile. 

with you final approval, vinnie took the post to instagram with the caption: one full year with my baby and i have loved each and every second of it. thank you for sticking by me all this time. i love you, sweetheart. <3

the post was quickly received by his fans, and before you knew it both your names were trending. while some people were so kind with their support of you two, a lot of vinnie’s fan were none too happy of you quote unquote stealing vinnie from them. 

from that day you continued to receive more and more hate for your relationship with the tiktok star. you tried your best to ignore it, focusing more on the nice words, but as those became few and far between, you decided to just disregard the comment section all together. 

that was working well for you until one night vinnie was begging you to join him on stream, excited that you no longer had to hide behind the camera. and when vinnie brought out those puppy dog eyes it was hard to say no. 

when you finally gave in, vinnie happily pulled you onto his lap, introducing you to chat as he prepared to start a new game. while he was swiftly distracted by the game beginning in front of him, you were left to focus all your attention on the one thing you had been trying you hardest to ignore the last week or so: the comments. even with how rapidly they were flashing by your eyes, you were able to catch a few common phrases. 

user1: vinnie is surrounded by the prettiest girls and he chooses her? 

user2: you could do so much better vinnie

user3: I don’t see the hype, she’s not even that cute.

user4: when you finally leave her, hit me up

user5: he’s definitely gonna end up cheating on her

reading that last one, you finally had enough and abruptly stood up from vinnie’s lap excusing yourself to go to the bathroom where chat nor vinnie could see you cry. 

although, vinnie, who was very concerned about your sudden exit, told chat he would have to end stream early and promised he would be back the next day. once he knew everything was turned off as it should be, he made his way to the bathroom door you had locked minutes ago. “baby can you please open the door? i want to make sure you're okay,” he said calmly. 

moments later he heard the click of the lock being undone and the door hesitantly being pushed open. his heart never could have prepared him for the sight of his sweetheart of a girlfriend with tear stained cheeks, mascara running down her face. 

“oh baby. c’mere, what’s wrong? please don’t cry.”

“you’re fans, they hate me,” you said between sobs. “and, and i don’t blame them. you have so many pretty girls falling at your knees and then look at me. i’m not nearly as perfect and skinny like them. i’m scared you’re gonna leave me for any one of them once you realize how much better you can do.”

vinnie couldn’t believe that you would talk about yourself like that, could you not see how beautiful you truly were? how head over heals in love with you he was?

“baby, stop. don’t say any of that. i don’t want any of those girls, i want you my love. you are perfect to me and that’s all that matters. who cares what the comments say, most of them are just jealous twelve year olds trying to get under your skin. i love you and only you. i’m in it for the long haul so i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re stuck with me,” he finished saying before showering your face with kisses until a smile finally crept across your face. 

“okay, okay i get your point. i love you too.” you replied with a giggle. 

“good. now c’mon. i’m going to run you a bath and then we will spend the rest of the night in bed, just us. no social media, and definitely no comments okay?” vinnie stated with a pointed finger, pulling you to stand.

“okay,” you agreed, “thank you for taking such good care of me. i really don’t deserve you.”

“baby, you deserve the world and more, when are you going to realize that?” “now let's go, get undressed.”

“jeez if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.”

vinnie just laughed as he started the bath for you, making sure to add one of your favorite bath bombs, allowing the water to turn a beautiful purple. once it was filled and to the right temperature, you got in, finally feeling a little bit more relaxed. 

“join me?” you asked shyly. and of course within seconds the boy was undressed and stepping into the bath to sit behind you. 

you and vinnie sat intertwined in the bath until it got cold, and for the rest of the night remained in bed watching your go to comfort movies. 

by the time you were falling asleep, you had forgetten all about the negative comments, only thinking about how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like vinnie. 

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you

[my-tho-ghts]

This starts off as like an argument about hobie's age, but kinds turns into a vent/complaining post at the end. It all has to do with punkflower and hobie, but it kinda gets away from the point lol

Okay, so about hobie's age: he is probably around miles' and gwen's age or it is just up to interpretation. He is not confirmed to be 19/20, in the video that keeps being spread, if you watch the full video to get the context of what the director was saying, he is talling about the early concept/comic book version of hobie. Like, just straight up not the movie version. Which doesn't mean anything because a whole lot has changed between the comics and the movie, like, other spider people have been aged down for the movie. Anyways, people bring up two other things as well: hobie saying he goes to the pub and has a flat. One, if he is 18, then I think he can go to a pub in Britain. But also he is an anarchist who hates the police, so he'd probably sneak into a pub and drink if he was like 16 or 17. Two, for the flat, we could assume he is like his comic book version and is a squatter, which means he doesn't own the place himself. I mean, I just also don't think hobie would like landlords anyway, and would rather be homeless than pay them (because he does, in the comics at least). Also, from various different sources including the other directors and possibly the art book, his age is up to interpretation/unconfirmed, and is around gwen and miles' age. I'm waiting to get the art book to confirm the last fact, but anyways. The point is, thinking of hobie as a teenager/close in age to milee's and gwen isn't a bad thing/doesn't someone a proshipper. If people are interpreting his age as being close to miles' age and then shipping them, then that's not a proship! Barely anyone ships them and thinks hobie is an adult (and those who do are the proshippers), and proshipping means they're okay with all ships - even the problematic ones. But if you think hobie isn't an adult, then it isn't problematic. Idk how else to say it.

Also, I've seen a lot of videos on tiktok (where i spend most my time because I love edits lol, and where I really want to post this but am a bit too anxious to do so. Maybe when I get the artbook) where the posters are showing off the video I talked about with the director, or reference it, and are just so happy to be right and hate on punkflower. Like, they were actively rooting for a reason to hate and "cancel" punkflower shippers. And jesus, it really does seem a bit homophobic. And by a bit I mean a lot. (I also noticed that people are not as upset with the chaipunk ship over there? Which idk why, pavitr is also like 15/16).

Also it pissed me off at first to see videos of people using the punkflower hashtag, and then saying it's a duo name, but now it's just kinda funny. Like they'll put the most romantic song in the background with miles and hobie's, and the caption will be "not a ship! They're bffs!" Like, c'mon man. Actually, I think you can change the caption on videos, so maybe it was intended to be a ship but they got a lot of hate (which is also a huge problem) and so they put that caption.

Speaking of hate, I've seen one creator on Twitter who talked about how much hate they got over the ship, I think even before that video came out where hobie's age was "confirmed". Like, for such an unproblematic ship, people were so upset. And just, all the people taking that cropped video at face value and not even watching the full thing to properly understand the content is a bit telling. I mean, I didn't lol, but I didn't exactly believe the video immedietly anyways.

Wow yeah this became was more of me just talking about stuff at the end, but whatever I've just been needing to say it.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv #hobie brown #into the spiderverse #spider man #spiderman #spider punk #miles morales #flowerpunk #punkflower #miles x hobie #hobie x miles

[aerialworms-art]

I've been wanting to do hourly comic day for ages, finally remembered (at 00:01 on 2nd feb), and here we are! I had a lot of fun with this!

Featuring (in order of appearance) my child Fluffy, Narcissus the brachycephalic cat, Prince the sentient mop dog, and Cassie the-not-so-fluffy-but-also-black cat. And @salty-lich-queen makes an appearance from 19:00-23:00!

I've put a transcript of all the text under the cut cause I was focused on sticking to the hourly thing and forgot about nice lettering 😅

Transcript:

[Page 1]

02/02/2024 (definitely hourly comics day)

00:00-01:00

Me: Ooh, look, hourly comics! There's a lot of these. When is it again?

Search bar: When is hourly comics day? Search results: 1st Feb hourly comics day Me: Aw, fuck.

Me, thinking: No-one will mind if I do it today instead, right? Arrow pointing at me: Going to get snack Arrow pointing at tinsel: Tinsel from 4 Xmas ago Arrow pointing at toy snakes: Snakes from Halloween

Caption: [Int. - Bedroom]

Sweet packet: SWEETS

Me: Oh! Fluffy, thinking: For me? Caption: A surprise kitty!

01:00-02:00

Me, thinking: WTF is wrong with this guy? Caption: Watching Dungeon Meshi for the first time!

Arrow pointing at me: Brushing teeth

Fluffy, thinking: I CRAVE WOTER

02:00-??:??

Caption: Thinkin' bout those old men <3

11:00-12:00

Me: UUUUUUUUGH

12:00-13:00

Me: come... closer...

Me: Time to get up! Fluffy, thinking: Bye!

Me: Actually, I'll just draw some comics first Fluffy, thinking: Oh?

Caption: A few minutes later... Me: Thank you for keeping my foot warm Fluffy, thinking: It's free real estate

Arrow pointing at my dad: My dad My dad: I keep losing books... My dad: Like this Ian Banks one - Me: Oh! The one that's been in the loo for a week?

My dad: AHA! Caption: (yes, it was that one)

13:00-14:00

Caption: Watching more Dungeon Meshi Me/my tea: sluuurp

Me, singing: VOULEZ VOUS! AHA! TAKE ME NOW OR LEAVE Caption: shower ABBA time!

Caption: Back in the bedroom... Me, singing: -DANCE WITH YOU HONEY! IF YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY! DOES YA MOTHER KNOW THAT

Fluffy, thinking: I'm out.

14:00-15:00

Title: The Exciting Adventures of Artie and Fluffy: Leaving the house!

Me: C'mon then! Fluffy: Mow! Mrow! Cat count: 1

Neighbour: Oh! Hello! Cat count: 1

[Page 2]

Me and the neighbour: Small talk Cat count: 1 Dog count: 1

Me: Here, I'll hold her, you go past Fluffy, thinking: DIE Arrow pointing at dog: Oblivious Cat count: 1 Dog count: 1

Me: Hi buddy! Cat count: 2 Dog count: 1

Narcissus, thinking: Friend or Foe? Arrow pointing at Fluffy: Oblivious Cat count: 2 Dog count: 1

Caption: We carried on... Me: Oh! Hello! Cat count: 2 Dog count: 1

Cat count: 2 Dog count: 2!

Fancy lettering: PRINCE! Cat count: 2 Dog count: AWWW

Cat count: 2 Dog count: 2

Cat count: ? Dog count: 2

Cat count: 3! Dog count: 2

Me: Uh oh

Fluffy, thinking: BOO!

Cassie, landing on Prince's head: DONK!

Me: Dude, you ok? Prince, thinking: Look! I can catch my tail!

14:30-15:30

Fluffy, thinking: That's not how I look. Caption: Whoops, spent an hour on this! Cat counter: 3 Dog counter: 3 (one went past while drawing)

15:30-16:00

Me, thinking: Alas, we must part, my love! Fluffy, thinking: What was that noise? Cat counter: 3 Dog counter: 3

Arrow pointing at Prince: Prince again! coming back from school Cat count: 3 Dog count: 7

Me: At last! Arrow pointing at people in the bushes: Three shady people in the bushes (I didn't ask)

Library: Library

16:00-17:00

PLOTTING A GRAPHIC NOVEL

17:00-19:00

Whatsapp contact name: Mum Me, texting: (15:35) Swim after work? Me: (16:54) Missed call Me: (16:59) Heading to pool now come join me! Mum: On my way! (17:04) Cat count: 3 Dog count: 10+??

Police car: POLICE ILOP Me: oo er...

Arrow pointing at a cop: Was saying something about a break-in :S Arrow pointing at cop holding a bag: Stolen goods? Drugs? Arrow pointing at fence behind them: My old infant school

[Page 3]

17:00-19:00 cont.

Scribbled out drawing: IGNORE THIS

Me, thinking: I'm no ordinary girl~

(action) Mum: WAVE! (action) Me: WAVE!

19:00-23:00

My laptop screen: UPERNATURAL

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Alright! I saw Spring Awakening last night. I love a take that's fresh and interesting and this one was really fantastic. This production is based on the version Deaf West created, where some of the characters are deaf or hard-of-hearing and ASL or captions are incorporated throughout. (I got to see that one at the Wallis and on Broadway, but I never followed the revival to nearly the same degree as the original, so forgive me if I misremember bits of it.)

Skylight is a professional theater in Milwaukee and this show was supposed to be in their very first season with their new artistic director (but got postponed because that season was... 2020-2021) and I should probably write them some actual, formal review somewhere to show my support for doing something this inspired. But this one is for us nerds.

This is just act one because I literally have more thoughts than can fit in a Tumblr post. Some general thoughts to start off:

Have there been any other stagings of the Deaf West version of Spring Awakening since the Broadway revival closed? There need to be more. That's one of my main takeaways of this experience. This is a version of the show that can and should be iterated on.

Wendla, Moritz, and Frau Bergmann/Frau Gabor are portrayed by deaf actors who have a separate "voice of" actor who always speaks and sings on their behalf (they put these performers in period clothes.) The adult men, Martha, and Ernst, are played by actors who are hard of hearing (so say their bios) and did all their own singing, speaking, and signing (though the adult men rarely actually signs.)

I read an article about this production that talked about trying to scale back how often hearing actors are speaking and signing at the same time, and looking carefully at how speaking and signing are used in-universe. I can't speak to whether they succeeded in their goal of improving the experience for deaf and hard-of-hearing audience members, but simply from a storytelling standpoint, I thought this was one of the smartest and most effective changes they made from the original Deaf West version. Characters are shown having different levels of proficiency and comfort with sign language and it adds depth.

Mama Who Bore Me / Wendla's bedroom / reprise

Wendla's mother is also deaf and has her own "Voice of" actress present in these scenes, which removes some of the interesting dynamics that were there when her mother was hearing, but brings in something new in the connection between these generations.

Classroom scene / All That's Known / Bitch of Living

The teacher's back was turned a lot and we get the idea that Melchior is constantly translating what the teacher is saying to the entire class so that they can keep up, not just for Moritz but for everyone. (Update on a second viewing: really, he's translating for Ernst, as Moritz is asleep and the rest of the boys are hearing in this production.)

When Melchior gets hit by the teacher, the blow is represented by all of the characters on stage clapping in unison. This is used throughout the show when people are getting hit, and I felt like it tied these moments together in a meaningful way.

In Bitch of Living, we start to establish that the hearing characters don't necessarily sign their own solos. Among the boys, Melchior (played by a hearing actor who is a professional interpreter) and especially Ernst (played by a hard-of-hearing actor) tend to sign for them. There is so much of this sort of thing (actors interpreting for each other in both directions) throughout the show that it just becomes a thing you accept about the concept. I have no clue if this is confusing for people who don't know the show as well as I do.

After class, I loved this moment where Georg is saying and signing his line about Fraulein Grossenbustenhalter and when he does her sign name (you know, the boobs) he kind of glances at his hands with this look on his face like... FML.

Hanschen is shown trying his best to sign to Ernst. He struggles to spell Achilles and Patroclus, and Ernst demonstrates for him.

When Melchior and Moritz are alone at the end of this scene, they only sign together and the actor who plays Hanschen speaks on Melchior's behalf just as the Voice of Moritz speaks on Moritz's behalf. The show generally does this whenever Melchior is alone with Moritz or Wendla. As in this production many of the hearing characters don't sign very much at all and we see that signing is forbidden in school, I like how this shows Melchior rebelling in a practical and kind-hearted way.

The teachers in this production never sign, they are only captioned with projections on the wall behind them.

My Junk

When Hanschen speaks to his postcard, the lines are interpreted by Martha's actress acting seductive in a nightgown. When Hanschen responds to his father, the lines are interpreted by Otto's actor.

The production, in general, doesn't really go big for comedic moments except for Fraulein Grossenbustenhalter who I've never seen played so over-the-top (leaning forward over the back of the piano with her cleavage on full display) and given equal attention in the scene. The audience ate it up.

Melchior's study / Touch Me

There's a moment where Melchior goes to hand his mom his copy of Faust and Moritz snatches it right out of his hand like what is wrong with you.

There's a lot I loved about this production but one of its weaker points is probably the choreography and set design, which are just... fine. Adequate. Not a lot of memorable imagery for me.

Word of Your Body

Melchior and Wendla are sitting on a table which feels weird considering they're in a forest under a tree? Doesn't really translate for me.

The Dark I Know Well

Thea (played by a hearing actress in this version) doesn't sign, which I like to imagine is an intentional choice (though it very well may just be a practical one with the casting) saying something about Thea and her relationship to the authority figures in the show. Anna signs, and that actor is often seen interpreting for other characters, and I wonder if that was a deliberate choice in the other direction--Anna is obviously a more open-minded character.

Ilse doesn't do a lot of signing either, though I'm not sure how I relate that to the character.

Beating scene

It went over well here, the audience did not think it was funny. Again, Melchior and Wendla are alone here, so they are only signing, except when Wendla says she's never felt... what? She speaks aloud: "Anything." Melchior's "I'll teach you to say please" seemed not very serious--he's still just, reluctantly, playing along at this point. When he gets to the end of the scene, even though he has only been signing up until now, he shouts the last line instead.

And Then There Were None

There was something in Deaf West's production where the voice of Moritz hands Moritz the gun, wasn't there? Here this is done the same as in the original, he just has the gun in his jacket. In general, I think there were fewer moments in this production where the voices interacted with their counterparts in some striking, symbolic way like that. I didn't find myself missing it all that much, there's already plenty of layers to this concept as it is.

The Mirror-Blue Night / Hayloft / I Believe

So, you know, you can't make the hayloft consensual because the fact that Melchior knows the risks and Wendla does not is obviously key to the entire plot and also the problem with them having sex. (As you get older, do you find that Melchior's dad sounds more and more reasonable in act two...?) With that said, I thought this one was superbly directed. Melchior's back-and-forth with Wendla here felt like he genuinely wanted to hear her explain what she was feeling and have a conversation. Wendla seemed comfortable with Melchior. He undoes her dress, she pulls down his suspenders, he takes off his shirt (leaving an undershirt beneath), and she undoes her slip. There was a warning for nudity but I didn't see anything, really--they weren't making a show of it.

(Updated: Here's my thoughts on act two)

#spring awakening