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thestalwartheart · 1 year

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Hey!! This is for the prompt meme! I’d love to see you do 1 or 30 for James/Vesper, because I think it would be interesting to get your take on them. But also feel free to ignore that and write for any other pairing :)

the love that does not rust

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Warnings: Canonical Character Death (Vesper Lynd) Relationships: James Bond/Vesper Lynd Word Count: 860 Summary:

The first time he said it was on a beach on Lake Como, but it hadn't been the last.

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I wonder if that’s why I love you.

The first time he said it was on a beach on Lake Como, but it hadn't been the last.

I love you.

Well, I’m hopelessly in love; nothing to be done about it.

I don’t know why I love you, you know. You take so much pleasure in being awful to me.

Every night, they would lie together skin to skin. Work up a sweat in the summer heat, then relish the burn of their muscles in the aftermath. Trace the marks they left on each other, then shudder through their sensitivity for one last touch. Another would inevitably arrive, then another, and another. The evening breeze always felt like heaven.

Love felt like heaven.

Vesper felt like heaven.

A bird interrupted his declarations one night in Padua. It flew right into their hotel room, tiny, clueless and frightened. Vesper squealed with horrified delight.

In the tiny streets of Bergamo’s Upper Town, he murmured the words into her hair. She grasped his hand so hard he thought would bruise.

In Verona, she sprung out of bed at one in the morning, determined to run to Juliet’s balcony and see it without the crowds. Neither of them could stop smiling. She was loud, her mood utterly infectious as she called out Romeo! Romeo! and grasped him by the collar of his t-shirt to drag him into a wild and filthy kiss.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, he’d quoted. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Of course, he followed that up with a joke about what he could do with his rude hand.

He kept the rest of the quote to himself. There was no need to ask the trite questions of a bloody sixteen-year-old boy.

Did my heart love till now? Rubbish. James knew it hadn’t.

By the time they got to Venice, Vesper must have lost count of how many times he’d told her. She never once said it back, even after she implored him to keep saying it.

Tell me again, she’d say.

Are you sure you want to hear it?

You could say it a hundred times a day, darling. I’d never get tired of hearing it.

The one-sidedness never bothered him at the time. It still seemed worthwhile to tell her, to make her sure of it. There was no point in diluting his feelings or hiding them away. She already knew everything there was to know about him. He was all in, and he wanted her to know it.

The necklace, however, did bother him, not that there was much to be done about it. It stayed around her neck until that morning, always visible every day, despite the hundred times she fiddled with it as if she were about to take it off.

He thought when she took it off, she might admit it: that she was in love, too. She might even admit what that look on her face was about, the momentary flicker between whatever expression had been there before he said it and the wide, beaming smile afterwards. That smile, Christ. He’d never seen its like on a woman before.

Some days, he thinks he knows better what that look was now.

(Love.)

But most of the time, he feels as lost about it as ever.

(Was it love? Or was it remorse?)

He feels bloody lost now, standing in front of her grave. More lost than he’s felt since he held her for the last time in Venice, fisting his hands in that sopping-wet red dress.

He’s never talked to a grave before. When he left Skyfall — both times — he never looked back. All the dead agents he knows are names on a memorial wall, where it’s impossible to get a private moment with the dead. There are too many names and too many people in the living world grieving them. The only person he’s ever felt the urge to visit is M, and she would have risen from the dead to scoff at him had he tried talking to her.

Vesper, he has slightly more hope for, though he hasn’t a clue what to say. It’s been a long time.

It’s been no time at all.

I loved you, he thinks. I’d have forgiven you everything because of that. Even if you never said it back. Maybe I still love you.

Mathis once told him it was easy to love the dead because they could never do anything to prove you wrong.

Then tell me how to stop, James had thought. Tell me how to stop, and I will.

He never had found a way to stop. Sometimes the love feels as fresh and sharp as the day they ran away together. If she’s anywhere now — and he’s not sure she is — she must know that. God knows he said it enough.

His eyes sting with the effort of not saying it again, and he blinks away the blur in them until he can, once again, see her face smiling back at him.

That smile is still without its equal.

VESPER LYND

1983-2006.

“I miss you.”

#james bond #james bond x vesper lynd #my fic #thank you so much for this ask my friend #i had such a wonderful time writing this!

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storkmuffin · 2 months

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Oh what ballets have you gone too and would you recommend them? The ones I do want to go to havent been put up locally yet so im thinking of widening my horizons until im in a better position to travel.

OKAY Omg I'm so happy to spout off about this!!!!!!!

My absolute favorites are ballets by the choreographer Balanchine, who founded the New York City Ballet. To start I would recommend Serenade (Tchaikovsky music to die for), Concerto Barocco (Bach), Symphony in C (Bizet), Jewels and Chaconne as entries. He has GREAT leotard ballets set to modern classical music but you have to like dissonant or atonal music (like Hindemith) and have patience for no costumes no sets no story and only movement which is not friendly if you don't already know his style. He also made a wonderful Nutcracker and a Midsummer Nights Dream if you want a story ballet. The New York City Ballet owns that repertory but! The Paris Opera Ballet has for years been doing a FABULOUS job of it too as have Stuttgart Ballet.

I have been to 4 types of ballets (my own categorization) put up by the following companies - New York City Ballet and other Balanchine type ballet companies, the American Ballet Theater, the Marijnsky, the Bolshoi, the Royal Ballet, the English National Ballet, the Royal Danish Ballet, the Paris Opera Ballet, the Korean National Ballet, Universal Ballet, San Francisco Ballet and the Bulgarian Varna Ballet too.

The four types of ballets are

1. Story ballets. 2. No story ballets 3. Modern ballets (sometimes story sometimes costume sometimes neither) 4. Total reworkings/Broadway adjacents

The Story ballets are Nutcracker, Giselle, Swan Lake, La Bayadere, Romeo and Juliet - that most companies will cycle through and put on. Oh Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty too - I like the English National and the Royal Ballet versions of these a lot.

The English, French, Danes and Russians all have very distinct styles from each other in terms of how they like to do movement and narrative using very similar steps and the same music so I would start anywhere and just dig in. I wish I could say stuff about the Italians like the Scala but I have only seen individual dancers like the IMMENSELY AMAZING Roberto Bolle and Alessandra Ferri doing guest spots with the ABT so I can't say.

The no story ballets are mostly Balanchine to me bc I see them as separate from the work of Jerome Robbins who sometimes had little plots and sometimes didn't.

These I would call Modern Ballets. Jerome Robbins is another WONDERFUL choreographer who is known for West Side Story which is sad bc I don't like those dances and his modern ballets are so much better! Like Afternoon of a Faun (two dancers meet in an empty rehearsal room and have a whole compact romance), Dances at a Gathering, Goldberg Variations. Fancy Free puts three Ballet boys in sailor outfits doing the cutest moves ever. He also made The Cage where female insects kill their males after mating. I recommend all of these but for Goldberg - the pianist can have a hard time lol.

Roland Petit made a Carmen for Paris Opera Ballet which is super sexy, which I also recommend.

Once you've seen a couple Swan Lakes - I would go with Bolshoi and Paris Opera just for comparison - and you like more Broadway type dancing you might want to watch Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake with boy swans. Completely reworked but so good.

I want to know more about Danish Ballet because of Bournonville- there's this wonderful friendly energy, a relaxed elegance to Danish Ballet that is very unique to that country but I haven't had that much chance.

Shading over into straight up modern dance, Twyla Tharpe made In the Upper Room which I saw danced by the American Ballet Theater which I found so cathartic I went into a crying jag of hysteria in the elevator down to the parking lot of Lincoln Center. Jerome Robbins also made a Ballet set to music by the same composer, Phillip Glass, Glass Pieces, which is so fun and feels very loving to New York City.

Uhh I think I have to stop even though I can say more. Anyway Ballet is great and I think everyone should go. Even bad Ballet performed badly is always worth it to me

#ballet #george balanchine #Jerome robbins #i meannn if you want more current choreographers like people who are alive NOW i also have recs for those #just lemme know lol

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yellowocaballero · 1 year

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“I’m not into JTT’s new hair,” Angie declared, blowing her nails dry as she flipped the Tiger Beat page with her other hand. “Guy’s making some seriously sketch choices.”

“You still on that JTT wagon? Get with it, Angie. This whole spread’s on Leo now.” Steph helpfully held out the two page spread of stills from the snazzy Romeo and Juliet movie. “Look at those eyes. Behold the jewels, Angie!”

Angie leaned forward critically, eyeing him like Batman eyed enemies for fleshy joints. “Two outta ten. Too pokey.”

“Two outta ten ! You’re cray.” Steph bounced upwards on the bed, shoving more and more pictures of Leo in Angie’s face until she beat them away with JTT. “He’s gonna be in a three hour flick. Three hours of pure Leo! We are gonna be camping outside the movies in December, Angie. You are not escaping.”

“Call me when he gets a sitcom,” Angie, Queen of Bad Taste, said. “Movie’s gonna flop anyway. Who would watch a three hour movie?”

“Uh, Leo girls?”

“Sounds like Leo girls are smoking crack - hey, get off me!”

In which some Big Ideas are ruminated on (Character development: Steph has thoughts.) and some future events are very subtly foreshadowed. Very subtly. Nobody will see it. (It's not subtle.)

Sleepover Arc Part 1! (This fic is so dumb.)

#yes this chapter took a lot of research #yes it was all dumb as hell.#my writing #stephanie brown #sorry to the guys who wanted more tim and bruce.#not today. we're in OC town.#they're important ok.

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soupyboiiiii · 1 year

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sideblog of @6leafclover I like and follow from there.

follow to watch me slowly become a bandom blog. the transformation is complete I literally just post about the killjoys now. and reblog pictures of Hayley Williams.

this was originally an lu roleplay account but now its just the alt i use to post everything that isnt zelda or carnivorous plants. I'm very normal about romeo and juliet and music I like**.

Call me Soup, Clover or whatever funny nicknames you can think of. all the pronouns. transmasc non-binary girlboy. I have a love/hate relationship with labels & pronouns and id love to give u a proper explanation of my gender+ sexuality. ask me! tbh my gender is whatever whatever link (and also gerard way) has going on.

If you wanna know what I look like irl go type Party Poison into google images.

quote under the blog name is lyrics from 26 by paramore, go listen to it it's a good song. I saw paramore live last year and i dont think i'll ever recover.

mod of @paramore-reference and also @mgmk-daily

@limespider-kjrp and @xx-the-phoenix-witch-xx are my killjoy rp blogs

@clovers-carnivores if you're interested in looking at photos of my carnivorous plants.

welcome to the gay parade

**music I like: Paramore, Muse, MCR, idk a bunch of other random stuff, saviours by Green Day, blackbriar, hesitant alien, OK Computer, specific really old Coldplay EP's, the family jewels by Marina, destroy boys, hayley williams solo stuff, the Zelda sountrack. Everything about my music taste and life in general can be explained by the fact that my dad is an art school goth and my mum is a theatre kid and im their daughter. When I was little my dad would play the venga bus followed by polly by nirvana, and then as a whole family we'd listen to the twilight soundtrack.

pfp is hayleywilliams.jpeg, i have a millipn print outs of this image that i give to people i meet.

#soup speaks

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cto10121 · 1 year

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Mamma mia here we go again

Romeo Montague. So fey. So feminine. So gender non-conforming. Not masculine at all.

Not even when he complained how Rosaline will not “ope her lap to saint-seducing gold” and just how awful and an utter “waste” her staying a virgin is. Not when he decided to climb the Capulet garden wall, listen to Juliet’s monologue, and reveal himself to her. Not when in his private soliloquy he wanted Juliet to cast off her ~vestal livery and not be a ~virgin to the ~moon anymore. Not when he joked with Mercutio and Benvolio that his “pump [dick]” was “well flow’red.” Not when he fought and killed Tybalt. Not when he threatened his servant with dismemberment if he interfered with his suicide. And not when he fought and killed Paris…while calling him boy.

Multiple characters express how feminine he is!!1!!1

Mercutio (1) snarks about how Romeo has been pussified because he spends all his time mooning over Rosaline. After his bawdy game of wits with Romeo, however, Mercutio is reassured that Romeo has seemingly returned to the bro fold (“There art thou Romeo”). When Tybalt comes to challenge Romeo, Mercutio fully expects Romeo to fight Tybalt (“he’ll be your follower”) and is shocked and outraged when he refuses.

And, er, that’s it? Capulet calls him a “portly gentleman” and Benvolio firmly believes that Romeo “would answer” Tybalt’s duel. Tybalt and Paris “boy” him, I think. When Romeo breaks down, the Friar derides his tears “as womanish” but expresses genuine shock at his (implied to be) unusual behavior—“I had thought thy disposition better tempered.” As in, more masculine.

Adaptations keep denying him femininity he has in the text!!1!!11

You mean the famous Zeffirelli movie which introduced a soft-spoken Leonard Whiting lolling up the street with a flower in his hand? Or the popular Baz Lurhmann movie with a more trigger-happy but still fey Leo DiCaprio in a Hawaiian shirt, writing angsty poetry in the sunset while smoking a cigarette? Or the classic West Side Story who cast a gay actor as Tony for the stage adaptation and a sweet-tempered Richard Beymer, even though Beymer argued (unsuccessfully) with the director to play Tony with the streetwise cred his edgy character backstory demanded? Or Presgurvic’s neo-classic Romeo et Juliette musical, which cast what has to be the almost ideal mix of masculine and feminine in a young delicious Damien Sargue. Why do adaptations keep masculinizing poor Romeo like this???!!!

Juliet is so masculine!!1!1!

Like when she changed her mind about Romeo swearing on the moon, and then not the moon, and then not swearing at all. Or when Juliet also broke down wailing when she heard of Romeo’s banishment, claiming it was worse than if Romeo, her parents, Tybalt, and the Nurse were all dead. Or when she made cute rhymes of Romeo and rosemary when she gushed to the Nurse, who was so tickled pink she told Romeo about it. Or how Juliet blushes easily, per the Nurse—“there goes the wanton blood up thy cheeks, they’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.” Or when she tells Romeo that he is the “god of [her] idolatry.”

The symbolism/imagery subverts Elizabethan gendered imagery!1!!1!1

Like when Romeo describes Juliet as “fair,” with her “white hand,” hanging like “a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear” and how this light/fair/white imagery is consistent with both Elizabethan love poetry and beauty standards for women, with “sun” (in this context) being a natural extension of this pattern. Or when Juliet also describes Romeo in the exact same way such as in “my lord” and “knight” and “mansion” and not with any other feminine-coded imagery. Or when she talks about how Romeo’s face in the heavens will make the night so bright no one will give a fuck anymore about daylight. It’s so subversive, it’s inclusive!

They just get each other, so T4T!!1!1!

Yeah, because they are literally the Shakespearean embodiment of The Office “show me the difference between these two pictures/there is no difference” meme. Not because they are gender non-conforming. If anything, their lack of gender non-conformity very much contributes to their tragedy. Had they been willing to really think outside the societal expectation box, they would have high-tailed it out of Verona together.

In Arthur Brooke’s narrative poem, which Shakespeare adapted for his R&J, Juliet suggests disguising herself as a man and joining Romeus in exile (!!!) but Romeus shuts that down, saying it’d be too dangerous and impractical. The fact that Shakespeare did not have his R&J even entertain that possibility—literally a recurring Shakespearean trope in his comedies—speaks volumes. Volumes.

#romeo and juliet #rj clown takes #r&j clown takes #mamma mia here we go again #rj click not so much because they are gender non-comforming but because they are alike in personality and love clownery #rj are drawn realistically like most boys and most girls #in that they have both ‘masculine’ and ‘feminine’ sides #there are few people who are completely feminine or completely masculine #shakespeare was clear-sighted enough to see that #r&j meta #rj meta #are the gays okay

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bittwitchy · 1 year

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anyways in honor of eras happening heres my top 13 (in no particular order except you can assume midnights hits too close to home most of the time and i will cry) of taytay bridges that make me scream and feel things;

1: I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around. My faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said.. Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone, I keep waiting for you but you never come, is this in my head, I don’t know what to think, he kneels to the ground and pulls out a ring and says Marry me juliet, you’ll never have to be alone! I love you and that’s all I really know. I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress, it’s a love story, baby just say yes.

2: I’m drunk in the back of the car, and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said I’m fine but it wasn’t true, I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you and I snuck in through the garden gates every night that summer just to seal my fate. And I’ll scream for whatever it’s worth, I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?

3: Your midas touch on the chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure. This dorm was once a madhouse, I made a joke, “Well it’s made for me.” How evergreen our group of friends, don’t think we’ll say that word again. And soon they’ll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through. One for the money, two for the show, I never was ready so I watch you go. Sometimes you just don’t know the answer ‘til someone’s on their knees and asks you. “She would of made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head” they said. But you’ll find the real thing instead, she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred.

4: My heart, my hips, my body, my love. Trying to find a part of me that you didn’t touch, gave up on me like I was a bad drug, now I’m searching for signs in a haunted club! Our songs, our films, united we stand! Our country, I guess it was a lawless land. Quiet my fears with a touch of your hand, papercut stings with my paper thin plans. My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust! Trying to find a part of me you didn’t take up! I gave you so much but it wasn’t enough! But I’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts.

5: We were jetset Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side, to the other siiiiiide. It’s no surprise I turned you in, cause us traitors never win. I’m in a getaway car, I left you in the motel bar. I put the money in a bag and I stole the key, that was the last time you ever saw me!

6: From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, I gave my blood sweat and tears for this. I hosted parties and starved my body like I’d be saved by a perfect kiss. The jokes weren’t funny, I took the money, my friends from home don’t know what to say. I looked around in a blood soaked gown and I saw something they can’t take away. Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned everything you lose is a step you take. So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it, you’ve got no reason to be afraid.

7: Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece until you tore it all up! Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well! And you called me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest, I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here cause I remember it all, all, all. They say all’s well that ends well but I’m in a new hell every time you double cross my mind! You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would of been fine, and that made me want to die! The idea you had of me, who was she? A never needy ever lovely jewel who’s shine reflects on you? Not weeping in a party bathroom, some actress asking me what happened, you! That’s what happened, you! You who charmed my dad with self effacing jokes, sipping coffee like you were on a late night show. Then he watched me watch the back door all night willing you would come, and he said it’s supposed to be fun, turning 21. Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it. I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying it. After plaid shirt days and nights where you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone. But you keep my old scarf from that very first week, cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.

8: I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck, chain ‘round my neck. Not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me, which is more than they can say I. I recall late november holding my breath, slowly I said, you don’t need to save me.. but would you run away with me? Yes.

9: No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since.. to make them love me and make it seem effortless. This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess, and I swear, I’m only cryptic and machiavellian cause I care.

10: I reached for you but you were gone. I knew I had to go back home. You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had. And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad.

11: I hear the preacher say, “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” There’s the silence, there’s my last chance, I stand up with shaky hands all eyes on me.. Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you. I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl!

12: When I’m with anybody else, it’s so hard to be myself, only you can tell. That I’m only up when you’re not down, don’t wanna fly if you’re still on the ground, it’s like no matter what I do. Well you drive me crazy half the time, the other half I’m only trying to let you know that what I feel is true. And I’m only me, who I wanna be, I’m only me when I’m with you.

13: They say she was seen on occasion, pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight scene. And in a feud with her neighbor, she stole his dog and dyed it key lime green. Fifty years is a long time holiday house sat quietly on that beach, free of women with madness, the men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me. Who knows if I never showed up what could have been. There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen. I had a marvelous time ruining everything.

Bonus bc it’s not technically a bridge but deserves recognition: I WANNA BRAINWASH YOU INTO LOVING ME FOREVER

#i couldnt even add hits different smh #i have too many fav bridges i think #taylor swift #aNYWHO #i should make a playlist lmao #but like. it’d be 26 bc thirteen MORE best bridges #bc we got hits different the last time #exile betty cowboy like me #evermore right where you ldft me #miss americana and the heartbreak prince dont blame me lwymmd i did smthn bad #thIS LOVE AND CLEAN #she has tok many + thirteen more would still be nOT ENOUGH #yes im counting that as a bridge in omwiwy fight me #i’d also like to add the entirely of atwtmvtvftv #bc DID THE TWIN FLAME BRUISE PAINT YOU BLUE JUST BETWEEN US DIDNTHE LOVE AFFAIR MAIM YOU TOOOOOOOO

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queenofwerewolves · 2 years

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Name a song you like that starts with every letter of the alphabet (e.g: a song that starts with A, a song that starts with B, etc.)

Bet babe

Animal I have become - Three Days Grace + Alone - Nico Collins

Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave- Motionless in White + Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo + Bubblegum Bitch - Marina

Crazy = Genius - P!ATD + Complicated - Avril Lavinge + Cigarette Ahegao - Penelope Scott + Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings

Dear Maria - All Time Low + Devil's Night + Motionless in White

Endless Possibilities - Tomoya Ohtani ft. Jaret Riddick of Bowling For Soup for Sonic Unleashed

Fly Away - Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt

Going Under - Evanescense

His World - Crush 40 - Zebrahead remix - Sonic 06

+ House Of Memories - P!ATD + Hello Kitty - Avril Lavinge + Happy Face - Jagwar Twin + Happy Pills - Weathers

I Write Sins Not Tragedies - P!ATD + IDFC - Blackbear + Immaculate Misconception - Motionless In White + I Hate Everything - Three Days Grace

Joker - Gakupo + Jewel Box - Tophamhat-kyo

Killpop - Slipknot + Knight of the Wind - Crush 40 + Karma - Kagamine Rin + Kruel Kreator - Tophamhat-kyo

Love is War - Hatsune Miku + Live and Learn - Crush 40

MAD RAT RAP - tophamhat-kyo + Mind Brand - Hatsune Miku + Miss Jackson - P!ATD

Nicotine - P!ATD + Never Good Enough - Rachel Ferguson + NaNaNa - MCR

Oh no! - Marina and the Diamonds + Overwhelmed - Royal and the Serpent

People I dont like (dont know the artist name) + Play Date - Melanie Martinez + Princess - Tomhamhat-kyo + Parents - YUNGBLUD

... Do songs starting with a Q exist-

Rock n Roll - Avril Lavinge + Red Cold River - Breaking Benjamin + Red White Boom - Motionless in White + Riot both by Sugarcult and Hollywood Undead

Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavinge + Slaughterhouse - Motionless in White + She Wolf - Shakira + Stressed Out - TØP

This Machine - Team Dark - Sonic Heroes + Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - FOB + Teenagers - MCR + Teenage Dirtbag (forgot the band)

None for U that I can think of

Virtual Insanity (forgot the artist) + Victorious - P!ATD + Villian - K_DA

Werewolf Boyfriend - Fright Ranger + Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set it off + WILD SIDE - Beastars + We Become The Night and Werewolf - Motionless in White + Would You Love a Monsterman - Lordi +

You Call Me a Bitch Like It's A Bad Thing - Halestorm + You're Gonna Go Far Kid (Nightcore version)

And none for letter Z

Hope you like judging my music taste ❤

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running-on-narrativium · 2 years

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Incorrect Discworld Quotes Part Two:

Lady Margolotta: “I gave him worth.”

Glenda, pointing at Nutt: “No, messed up a perfectly good Orc is what you did. Look at him, he has anxiety!

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(When Carrot first joined the Watch)

Nobby, being a bad influence: “It might toughen you up if you were to use more... colorful language.”

Carrot: “Ohh, you're gonna teach me how to talk in colors?”

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Adora Belle: “Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?”

Of the Twilight the Darkness: “S’ kind of complicated, but Mr. Slightly Damp-“

Adora Belle, very familiar with the shenanigans her husband gets into at this point: “Got it. Forget I asked.”

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Sam: “I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.”

Sybil: “But, Sam, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.”

Sam: “ Dear…are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?”

Sybil:“Is it working?”

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Ridcully: ““Because of reasons” is always a legitimate reason.”

The Librarian: “Ook.” (Translation: “”Because screw you, that’s why” is also acceptable.”

Ponder: “For science” is a good excuse.”

Rincewind: “Don’t forget “The stars are not in position” as a perfect reason not to do something.”

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Cheery: “No, I’m not tired of being nice, yes I still wanna go Librarian. These things can coexist, stop asking me.”

Cheery: “I wanna go Librarian but like, in a kind and respectful way.”

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Drumknott, stuck on an adventure with Moist: “Oh good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment, and INSANITY to my list of things I did today!”

Moist: “Ha ha, you too?”

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Sally: “Dumbest scar stories, go!”

Cheery: “I burned my tongue drinking tea.”

Angua: “I dropped a hair dryer on my foot.”

Reg: “I have a piece of graphite in my leg from accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil.”

Fred: I” was taking soup off of the stove and spilled it on my hand.”

Visit: “I have emotional scars.”

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Shine of the Rainbow, affectionately: “We are an unusual couple you know.”

Nobby: “Oh, I don’t think that was ever in question.”

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Rincewind: “SHIT, I’M LATE FOR CLASS!”

Rincewind, going back to sleep: “Oh wait, I’m an adult…”

Rincewind, waking up again: “I’M A PROFESSOR!”

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Sally: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group clacks?

Visit: Language!

Cheery: Yeah watch your fucking language.

Angua: OKAY WHO TAUGHT CHEERY THE FUCK WORD?

Reg: 'The fuck word'.

Carrot : Are you serious? You three use the f word all the time.

Angua: Oh my gods he censored it…

Sally: Say fuck, Carrot.

Reg: Do it, Captain. Say fuck.

Visit: CAPTAIN, DO NOT- THINK OF YOUR SOUL!!

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Juliet: “You always see the worst in people.”

Glenda: “Yeah, because people are the worst.”

#mushrooms and snails: shine of the rainbow #call me jewels!: juliet #vetinari’s terrier: vimes #the ol’ razzle dazzle: moist #this is me: cheery #one in a million chance: sam x sybil

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What kind of music do you like? You seem like a chase atlantic/cigarettes after sex/ESP ARCTIC MONKEYS person

Like you radiate that energy

IF YOU ASK ME I ABSOLUTELY ADORE ANIME MUSIC OF ALL SORTS ANIME IS MY EVERYTHING I'LL DIE FOR TITT

Hello!!

Ohhh music is such a fun one for me because I can't settle with one genre. "Why'd you only call me when you're high" is a personal favorite though.

Lemme get you some tunes!

1. Goodbye, Yesterday- Mizrock / Speaking of anime music, this was the ending song for Romeo X Juliet; the most badass adaptation of the play I've ever seen. I know all the words by by heart <3

2. Bajo El Sol- El Otro Polo

3. Our Truth- Lacuna Coil

4. Green Jewels- Krillll

5. Black Mambo (Stripped)- Glass Animals

6. Through the Valley- Shawn James

7. Magenta- Nano

8. Le Cygne- Saint Saens

9. True Trans Soul Rebel- Against Me!

10. Mary- The Happy Fits

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whatilistenedtoatwork · 1 year

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From Januray 9th to January 13th, 2023

09-01-23

THROWING MUSES “Chains Changed EP”; ELVIS COSTELO & THE BRODSKY QUARTET “The Juliet Letters”; LED ZEPPELIN “Led Zeppelin III”; IRON MAIDEN “Live At Donnington”

10-01-23

TOM LEHRER “Songs By Tom Lehrer”; THE BEATLES “Live At The BBC”; SLEATER-KINNEY “Call The Doctor”; THE BREEDERS “Pod”; BIKINI KILL “Reject All American”; KRS-1 “Return Of The Boom Bap”; THE JUNGLE BROTHERS “Raw Deluxe”; BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS “Live Hardcore Worldwide”; BILLY BRAGG & THE BLOKES “Mermaid Avenue Tour”; KRISTIN HERSH “Live At Maxwells”; BOB DYLAN “New Morning”

11-01-23

HALF MAN HALF BISCUIT “The Voltarol Years”; LEE PERRY “Upsetter In Dub: Upsetter Shop Volume One”; P.J. HARVEY “A Woman A Man Walked By”; DRAKE “Take Care”; COLDCUT “Sound Mirrors”; THE COUP “Sorry To Bother You”; MOTORHEAD “March Or Die”; MANIC STREET PREACHERS “Know Your Enemy”; RUN THE JEWELS “RTJ3”; ASH “Unplugged @ Sirius”

12-01-23

THE BOYS OF THE LOUGH “Sweet Rural Shade”; MICHAEL McGOLDRICK “Wired”; FAIRPORT CONVENTION “Liege & Lief”; HALF MAN HALF BISCUIT “McIntyre, Treadmore and Davitt”; GORKY’S ZYGOTIC MYNCI “20 (Singles & EPs, ’94-’96)”; KISS “Alive!”; FRANK BLACK & THE CATHOLICS “Dog In The Sand”; THROWING MUSES “Hunkpapa”; GUIDED BY VOICES “King Shit & The Golden Boys”; DAVID BOWIE “Never Let Me Down”

13-01-23

CANNONBALL ADDERLEY “Cannonball Adderley Takes Charge”; THE CHIEFTAINS “The Chieftains 8”; PHIL OCHS “I Ain’t Marching Anymore”; ROY BAILEY “Leaves From A Tree”; MARTIN CARTHY & DAVE SWARBRICK “Life & Limb”; JACKIE OATES “Lullabies”; PEARL JAM “Lost Dogs”

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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Halloween Couples Costumes pt. 1

Lucifer - Caesar & Cleopatra

Caesar & Cleopatra. Not Anthony & Cleopatra.

Surrender unto Caesar that which is Caesars

We’re taking Vegas production here. Jeweled head pieces. Hand dyed linens. That man actually found a laurel bush somehow.

His prideful demeanor is really what sells the costume. 1) for being depicted as Caesar, and 2) for being with his beautiful Cleopatra.

Mammon - Bonnie & Clyde

The original OG power couple of crime!

Really Mammon just wants to wear a fedora & carry around a Tommy Gun

Have an excuse to call you ‘doll face’ all night and gamble

His luck is about as bad as Clyde’s, but at least he’s rockin’ the hell out of those striped pants.

Levi- Mario & Princess Peach

Classic as classic gets in the 2D world

He thought about doing something more....sophisticated. But in the end the simplest answer is usually the correct one.

No out of the box costumes for either of you though. He hand made your pink bell skirt for you.

Second option is Luigi and Daisy, but he thinks he looks terrible in green.

Satan- Sherlock Holmes & Irene Adler

Satan picked the costumes. Please forgive him.

Everyone knows who he is, but no one has a clue who you are; unless they’re a big Sherlock fan

You would have had a better chance is you dressed up as a drag Watson. But Satan told you no.

Next year you’re going as Jay & Daisy. No excuses.

Asmo - Romeo & Juliet

Really just an excuse to wear elaborate brocade costumes. King Louie and Marie Antoinette were his second choice.

Big fluffy collars. Buckle shoes. Gold embroidery. The works.

Plus, any opportunity to quote Shakespeare and sonets at you in public is a win

Fine with being either Romeo or Juliet

Beel- Ketchup & Mustard

Obviously, Beel picked the costume

You really should have been more specific when you asked "what's the best pairing" but the answer was too cute not to do

Was going to be ketchup, but it blended in too much with his hair. So he has to be mustard.

Insert "ooo that makes me want a hot dog real bad" gif

Belphie - Sleeping Beauty & the White Knight

Role reversal fairy tale. Not gender reversal fairy tale.

He's still the prince, but the one locked away in a tower and forced to sleep forever (sound familiar). You're his gallant rescuer.

Doesn't really like the stuffy costumes. But if it makes you happy.

Does like that he can 'be in character' and take naps on the side lines. Only awoken by your kiss.

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, and Chrollo Head Canons #2

What’s up y’all! Thank you so much to the people who have given me feedback about what posts you all would like to see! This post will be about the “Adult Trio” and Leorio about how they would help their significant other with a subject in college. This one is a good suggestion! I’m going to incorporate fluff in this, as I am a sucker for fluff. I hope you all enjoy this! I most certainly do. This post is about 2687 words but don't worry, it's worth the read! These head canons came from my mind its a coincidence that some of these pictures match the thoughts. Portentous (old English) means wonderful or marvelous (in modern English) FYI: I am thinking about creating a discord server for both Voltron and Hunter x Hunter fans. I don’t know how to use the fancy perks of discord yet, so if you know how to and can help me out, send me a message! Alright, let’s get to it! Obviously these images are from Pinterest.

Discord Server for Voltron and HxH fans!

Leorio

“Mr. Leorio”, as we all know, is a sharp guy. He dresses in a suit, carries a suitcase, and wants to be a doctor. This man knows everything about academics, especially math and science. He will need to know these subjects to be a successful medical doctor.

Leorio received an A- in Calculus II and a B+ in Organic Chemistry. He was the only one that passed with flying colors while everyone else barely made it. He didn’t gloat in their faces but as soon as he got into the hallway he jumped for joy.

He was extremely happy about his progress and counted the days until graduation even though that was in 5 years. Wow! Don’t we love graduate school?!

He deserved the high grades because he spent countless nights studying missing parties, football games, and being with you just to make sure he was on the right track to graduating on time.

As we all know, Leorio wanted to pursue this career because he witnessed his best friend dying in front of him powerless to save him. The care for his friend would have been too expensive. Obtaining his degree was in honor of his friend; he’d save countless children, women, and men who’d all thank him for his hard work.

Leorio didn’t socialize much, but he did find himself hanging around a group of classmates that were a part of a co-ed fraternity that provided information on scholarship money for graduate school and job opportunities. This is where he met you. You didn’t want to be a doctor but instead wanted to be a computer scientist and decided to volunteer for this fraternity job fair.

As he rejoiced, his smile faded when he saw you walking down the hallway; tears falling from your face not caring who stared at you. He quickly walked up to you, put his arm around your back, and gave you a soft hug.

“What’s the matter,” he asks.

You were failing Calculus, a class you’ve been taking since the 12th grade but for some reason, you couldn’t pass it. Everyone else had A’s and B’s, while you had a D. D’s aren't accaetable in college; most make you retake the class.

“Don’t worry. I’ve just passed my midterm. I can help you study. You’ll pass; trust me.”

Later on that evening, he kept his promise but gave it a unique twist. He kept the lights off and lit 4 Yankee-sized candles in the room that smelled like Lavender. In the background, he had piano jazz playing on his speaker. You felt confused for a moment. You and Leorio weren’t necessarily dating but you both flirted with each other here and there. He wasn’t a social butterfly, but he felt comfortable talking to you.

“Um...what’s the music for?”

“It helps me concentrate. Believe it or not, it helps my brain flow. You like it don’t you?”

“No, actually I don’t.” Truth be told you loved it but you wanted to pull his strings a little. He looked up with a confused look.

“Ok. I’ll turn it off.”

“I'm kidding! It’s great!”

Whenever he cannot solve a Calculus question, he reviews similar problems from Algebra II. He applies this knowledge to your problem.

“Perform the indicated function evaluations for f(x)=3−5x−2x^2 . I’ll solve the first part for an example: f(6+t) simply means you will exchange “x” for 6+t. It will look like f(6+t)=3-5(6+t)-2(6+t)^2=-49 . You’d distribute -5 and -2 to the numbers inside of the brackets in which they are next to.”

Wow, that was easy! Wait, not he must think you’re stupid.

“You must think I’m stupid, don’t you?”

“Of course not! It took me a while to understand it too. You’ll apply the same knowledge for the rest.”

After what seemed like 4 hours (which was 2), you finally finished your homework! It was probably wrong but at least you made it past the 1st question! As you blew out the candles and turned on your LED lights instead, you see Leorio sleeping on your couch. Something about his soft face made you smile and place your hand over your heart.

“My little doctor,” you whispered to yourself.

“Well, come give this doctor some company then. I’m freezing over here!”

The throw blanket was large enough for you both. Snuggling on the couch was a great end to a stressful day.

Chrollo

To everyone else Chrollo was “Boss” or “Boss Man” but to you, he was Chrollo. Big C was known for his love for poetry and language.

He read poetry any chance he had at lunch and even dinner. It had gotten so bad that you had to tell him for the millionth time “No books at the table!”

Given his past, he always read at least 2 hours a day or one book a week. Reading is what got him through the day.

He was staying in your dorm for the day to relax because he had taken and passed his midterms to. The young thief thought about hiding in the closet but he didn’t because he sensed that you’d be tense because of midterms.

As you walked through the door, you looked angry, so angry that you could punch a wall. He immediately rose to his feet, threw his arms straight out in front of him, and motioned for you to stop. You just stared at him blankly.

“Come here,” he said like you, on cue, melted in his arms. He was warm and the deepness of his cooing voice vibrated against your neck. “What’s the problem?”

“I’m failing this stupid Shakespeare class!”

“Really?”

“Yes and if I don’t pass this midterm I’m going to fail the class for the 3rd time. I want to drop out! Who needs this scam anyway?!”

Chrollo held you a bit longer until you were ready to sit down and get to business. You pulled out your college’s book about Shakespeare plays and how he used Old English. Chrollo was the perfect man for the job! He’s read Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet several times!

Chrollo read a few stanzas and explained them. He then had you read some on your own and explain them...still you can’t.

He notices the problem immediately. He catches you snuggling comfortably against his toned arm, nearly falling asleep.

Chrollo laid at the very corner of the couch as you lay horizontally placing your head against his chest. You were comfortable but you weren’t able to focus. He notices this and slightly demands that you go sit at the table. When it came to academics, he was serious.

For as long as he had been reading, he has an arsenal of vocabulary words ready to be of use. He created flashcards for you and had you flip them over for nearly an hour. You start to memorize the words!

But you’re not done yet.

“Say the word ‘portentous’.”

“Por-ten-trious…?”

“No. Por-ten-tas.”

“Tias…?”

He moved his chair next to you, just an inch away from your face. He cups your mouth and moves it as he speaks again. This wasn’t a hard clutch, it was soft and he wasn’t irritated but he could sense that you were becoming irritated.

“Por-ten-tas,” he said again.

Instead of letting your cheeks go, his eyes diverted to your lips. They were moist and plump, ready to be met by his.

“Your lips are gorgeous. Kisseth me quite quaint.”

Oh no. Look at the monster you’ve created.

Chrollo created a reward system. Whenever he did things right as a child, he was rewarded with money and jewels. For every word you pronounced and defined correctly, he kissed you once. For each word you got correct in a row, he’d kiss you twice.

Soon enough he had kissed you so much that you couldn’t see straight!

The kisses worked because you passed your midterm! Each kiss placed a stain in your brain that made you remember the definition and how to pronounce it.

You and Chrollo celebrated by drinking champagne and listened to him read Sonnet 23 and 57.

Hisoka

As unusual as it seems, Hisoka is gifted when it comes to Chemistry specifically. That is why you two work well together...there is some chemistry going on between you two.

His hair down and his glasses were his alter ego, it was something that made him act completely different than what you were used to.

When you all were freshmen, he would skip class, attend parties, and would be hungover almost every week but once he was called into the Dean’s office, he changed.

You slightly missed that edgy side of him, but you enjoyed having a serious beau.

Hisoka is a social butterfly and is the life of the conversation and you loved him for it but sometimes it was awkward.

While he was chatting away about Calcium (Ca) and Iron (Fe), you stood there nodding like an idiot. You had NO IDEA about what he was talking about and that is why you were going to drop your chemistry class.

“I saw an imbecile put aluminum foil in the microwave and it burst into flames. How did they not know that Microwaves are the radio waves falling under frequency around 2500 megahertz? Any metallic object detected by radio waves inside the microwave acts as a reflector of radio waves.”

You shove his arm hard. He was acting arrogant in front of his friends. You were used to this but it got on your nerves. You made mistakes, everyone does!...even those that almost burn down the entire dorm room.

You two leave the party and head to his dorm room. Once you were settled, you released a can of anger and threw it all over your boyfriend.

“Hisoka? You just humiliated me.”

“Oh? No one knows that I was talking about you, my dear.”

“Don’t ‘my dear’ me! I asked for your help and you’re ignoring me. I don’t appreciate that. I didn’t ignore you when you sprained your ankle, did I?”

“No, you didn’t, dear. I supposed I have a few hours to kill. What do you need help with?”

Hisoka’s way of studying was much different from other students. He exercises like crazy before he opens his textbook.

He listens to EDM instrumentals while on the treadmill and when he lifts weights. You weren’t standing there like a trophy, he made you lift too.

“Being healthy will help your brain flow more easily. Lift this dumbbell as heavy as you can.”

He ran a mile on the track upstairs. Sweat dripped from his face like he had been standing outside in the rain.

By the time you returned to his dorm, you were beyond tired. You laid your head on his pillow but just as you closed your eyes, he pulled you up on your feet.”

“Not on my watch,” he tutted. “It’s chemistry time.”

You were having trouble memorizing Chemical Formulas and this by far was the most difficult concept you had come across.

To make you stay awake, he turned on a bright LED light and faced it towards the table. The bright light nearly made your head fall off from the pain it reflected in your eyes.

Hisoka grabbed his book and began to write down the major chemicals on the periodic table and their charges.

“Pay attention to the following abbreviations and charges: Calcium is Ca, Chloride is Cl+2, Carbide is C+2, and Carbon Dioxide is CO+2. Read these over and I’ll test you again.”

He did just that but you still weren’t understanding. You were ready to give up.

Stupid scam. Why do I need a piece of paper to determine what I can do? You thought to yourself. Well, it’s obvious. If you can’t do the work now, what makes you think you can do it at a job? Harsh, I know.

“Let me try this,” He said. He carried you to his bedroom and gently placed you on it. He took off his shirt and removed his glasses. “Aluminum has a charge of +3 and Oxygen has -2. If there were three of me and two of my clones disappeared, how many of me are left?”

“Just you, right? One”

“Correct! Excellent.”

Wow, everything started making sense once he took his shirt off.

From then, he just inserted himself into the equation and then it started to make sense! He apologized for running his mouth earlier and promised to keep any more secrets between you two. The night ended with you sleeping in his bed wrapped in a cotton blanket just cuddling and that was it. And bam! You slept as sound.

Illumi

Dating the “hot” quiet history buff was a flex of its own. Sure Illumi didn’t talk to anyone besides you, but it didn’t matter. People swooned if he looked in their direction.

History was a popular major during your era. People were not like their grandparents; they wanted to learn about other cultures besides their own. Illumi’s specialty was in world history and civilizations. The class was very interesting to you but there was so much information, you could barely process it.

Illumi often wrote his essays in one day proofread and all! He often charged people to look their essays over.

One time he made $500 in one year!

Glancing at your transcripts, he notices that you have a C- and offers to help.

“Why are you looking through my stuff?”

Hey, he’s your boyfriend! But still, he should ask.

“Sorry. It was up on the screen,” he said, throwing his hands in the air.

You began to blush in embarrassment. The hottest smartest man in the building now knew that you were failing one of the easiest classes on campus.

Placing his thumb under your chin, he lifted your head to meet his gaze. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I can help you.”

“How? I am so behind! I zoned out after chapter 2!”

“We’ll watch a movie.”

“Oh, God! Not one from PBS is it?!”

“Yes. How else are you supposed to learn?”

He turns on the movie and allows you to lay your head on his shoulder but not too much. He is aware of your tricks and he wants you to pay attention.

Every 15 minutes, he pauses the movie and asks you checkpoint questions. If you got them wrong, you had to stand up with your underclothes on (t-shirt and shorts) in the cool room for 10 minutes. If you got the questions right, he allows you to lay more comfortably. You were already in your underclothes but you were under the blanket.

He made you write down key definitions and the embarrassment of each section.

After the movie, he blindfolds you and reads out a term. Surprisingly, you got them all correct!

As a reward for your past midterm, he takes you to dinner at a restaurant where he slips a promise ring on your finger containing your birthstone.

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lucywrites02 · 2 years

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LUUUCY! Here we go. A dramatic love poem. I chose it not because of the love part (I'm honestly a little sick about the love poems lmao) but because it is so dramatic I just couldn't help it. Maybe it's not dramatic and I'm being cynical, but well. I think it's a little bit funny. Like it was written by Romeo when talking about Juliet in the second act. Anyway, I hope you're having a great day <3 Bye

O friends,

BY MIRABAI TRANSLATED BY JANE HIRSHFIELD

O friends, I am mad with love, and no one sees. My mattress is a sword-point, how can I sleep when the bed of my Beloved is spread open elsewhere? Only those who have felt the knife can understand the wound, only the jeweler knows the nature of the Jewel. I have lost it, and though anguish takes me door to door no doctor answers. Mira calls her Lord: O Dark One, Only You can heal this pain.

Okay, this fellas is dramatic as hell and I totally see Romeo

#simp but make it ✨poetic✨#poetry 🤌#leo my beloved

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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handmaid - 30

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, vomiting

A/N: hope you enjoy this chapter x

NEXT CHAPTER

Things were quiet, much to quiet. It was so quiet you could only hear your single heartbeat, beating forcefully in your brain. The house layout itself seemed to match the lack of sound in the room with most objects being covered by dark slumber pieces of heavy curtain like fabric. Most of the decorative accessories like pantings and plants were gone and if one were to come into the house, they would believe it to be only inhabited by the dust and somber darkness that lingered around like a lost seashell in a stormy sea.

Every once in a while, steps would break through the quiet atmosphere floor leaving him to only look around at the place where his mother once used to live in. After what seemed like a decade of waiting, his father had finally managed to free himself from everything that belonged to his late wife, even his son’s memories which with age seemed to falter every day. Next to the door however, was a very heavily pregnant woman. She couldn’t be anywhere below seven to nine months pregnant however she seemed to carry this hidden glow and love that inevitably seemed intertwined with the funereal in a ying/yang like atmosphere which led to a simply comfortable quietness.

However, Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes out from the pregnant woman. She couldn’t be much taller than the people around them, with long hair pushed back with a small, delicate pearl pin that matched the pearl-like button of her long blue flowy dress, probably the most comfortable thing a heavily pregnant woman could wear. She was makeup free and mostly jewelled-free expect for a small thin silver band on her fourth finger and the golden bird charm necklace.

Noticing the blue eyes of the young mob boss to-be on her bump, the woman smiled softly at the boy before softly walking the wood floors with her soft ballerina shoes before taking a small seat next to the boy who had a walkman on his lap, with some headphones on yet slightly placed so that one of his ears were uncovered.

- I saw you looking. - she had a princess-like tone to her voice, a sort of lively force that always permeated her voice. The colour drained for his voice, his mother’s words echoing in his mind about how staring was inherently rude and how he should always be an icon of mannerism. - Don’t be scared, I do look rather huge with this little peanut.

- Sorry. - he sheepishly hide his gaze from her, defences collapsing which greatly reminded Robin of his late mother. - When are you due?

- Shouldn’t be too long. It’s a girl. Everyone wants her to be named Genevieve after the patron saint of Paris, however ... I rather enjoy Ella. It means beautiful or goddess depending on who you ask. - she spoke of her unborn child with an endless amount of love, almost as if she had already held the baby in her arms and looked into her eyes. - What do you like better?

- Ella sounds like Cinderella.

- You think she should be named after a princess?

- Sounds better. - he shrugged, not wanting to offend any of the names the woman had told them.

- I will keep your opinion in mind, then.

Y/N couldn’t exactly bare look at herself in the mirror anymore dressed in her friend’s wedding dress. It was almost like a cruel joke and she wondered if Gwen suspected anything as she would have to be extremely bad at picking tasks if it wasn’t. Nevertheless, there she was, dressed in white in front of the man who had taken her innocence, dressed in the white belonging to the wife that he was to take either he wanted it or not.

Truth be told, it was rather complicated to explain which one of them had their heart imprisoned and clenched yet if asked, one would probably guess it was Sebastian. He felt like an hypocrite, like someone who kept waving this promise of a peaceful place for the two of them, of a solution that he just couldn’t find. How was he to find the solution for a problem which he had been bound to since he was 13? He hadn’t even gotten his opinion heard, merely hearing from his father he would one day marry someone in order to strength an already strong family. Documents were signed, money was transferred yet he couldn’t help but spend sleepless nights wondering if he could just ... leave. There was always leaving. Several times he thought about knocking on her room at long hours of the night and just ... flee. Just go in the middle of the night, away from the constant danger that came with his position, away from the lousy lights of New York and the deadlines in between. However, he had no money to him if he were to escape. He couldn’t just withdrawal all his money from the banks and whatever he had stored in off-shores would never last for more than two years and he wanted nothing but to provide her with adventures in various far away frontiers.

No, he couldn’t run away and so he would just spend more and more sleepless nights wondering what to do. He had promised her, Sebastian had promised her she wouldn’t be just a mistress and the mere thought, that being conscious or unconscious, of her being even mentioned as a possible mistress brought disgust and shivers. She would never be a mistress, no, Y/N was nothing like a mob mistress and he would be damned if she got called anything remotely related to it.

Y/N on the other hand felt like Alice falling down a hole which she was too deep into to climb out. All she could do was wait until the laws of gravity pushed her onto her fate; crashing. One cannot deny the force of gravity even if their head was in the clouds and her head surely went to the clouds whenever she was with him.

- Can we talk? - he questioned, almost too softly for someone his rank in public. Somehow, between all the pins and needles carrying women surrounding her, Y/N managed to hear him, softly nodding her head afraid any of the pins would stab her.

- Could I please be excused? - Y/N asked one of the women surrounding her dress whom mumbled something under their breathe before stripping her off the expensive fabric, offering her a white satin robe to cover herself but not before Sebastian got a small peak of her dusky pink set. Out of the dress and veil, she followed the mob boss down the aisle until they reached an empty room which he locked, not wanting anyone to really talk to them.

She stood in front of him, unsure of how to start the conversation and still a bit drunk on the lack of sleep that had been hunting for the past days. The constant ever evolving mystery that was her parents and the information she had found about the Deschamps also did not allow her to be comfortable. Maybe she should tell him, after all he had been nothing than helpful towards her but the tenseness in his face convinced her not to do so. She loved him as as such she would never want to be a weight on his back, or on anyone’s back for that matter.

- I didn’t get to check on you after last night. I was worried. - he confessed, mostly curious about rumours about how she’d spent the night speaking with Jude Dubois. - I’m sorry we get interrupted.

- It’s alright, the night was about you, not me. - she smiled softly, yet anyone and everyone could see the pain that lingered behind the summery smile which almost brought back childhood memories Sebastian tended to hide away, much away from the child he once was. - Did you enjoy yourself?

- Festivities aren’t my thing. - his hand mindlessly found itself to her forearm, feeling the silky smooth fabric of her robe. - I heard some rather nasty rumours about you and Mr. Dubois.

- We just talked, Sebastian. - her hands rested on top of his shoulders, a little grin forming behind the sad smile. Could the mob boss be jealous? Now, Y/N was always thought that jealousy was an ugly emotions but being jealous meant he was afraid of losing, something she surely hoped he shared as she felt it constantly. - It’s nothing but talking.

- Just needed to make sure. - his touch on her forearm became a grip as he softly pulled her towards him, feeling her chest collide with his. Merely having her in his embrace calmed him down, or maybe put him under a spell that made them both forget the place they certainly were in. They were in no place to be playing Romeo and Juliet, less they were both ready to die and while Sebastian would willing do so for her, he wouldn’t allow her to perish.

She would ever so often just lose herself to sleep in his embrace, every once in a while kissing his shoulder. As she seemed to regain her consciousness, she just looked up to him about to say something before her mouth forcefully shut and she felt a heat creep up her stomach, a pain that made her hands fly to her middle abdomen. She clutched her stomach and covered her mouth. Her mouth had a horrible taste and it was as if someone had shoved something down her throat time and time again, making her stomach revolt and turn on itself. The stomach acidic liquids had started to make their way up her system and quickly she spotted the bathroom, running to the door and straight to the toilet.

She clutched the bowl fiercely and let out the contents of her stomach which was but nothing but whatever she hadn’t digested from last night’s food and the liquids of her stomach. Even if she wanted to take more things off her system, which she desperately needed to, she just seemed to be unable and soon enough there was nothing left in her stomach.

- Are you alright, angel? - Sebastian had followed her once she had rushed into the bathroom. Grabbing a towel and wetting it under the faucet, he got closer to her in order to clean her face. With a calloused finger he wiped a stray tear from the force she made to push what her stomach had out through her mouth.

- I guess meat jelly didn’t sit well with me.

- Meat jelly doesn’t sit well with anyone. - before she could laugh at his joke, the urge to to vomit came again and she held onto the bowl once again, getting the rest of what was left in her system but, again, nothing but water and acid which left her in a bit of a coughing fit, her throat rash from the acid. - You sure you don’t need a doctor? I’m sure there must be one in the hotel.

- You worry too much. - she leaned her head against his shoulder. - Besides, you have more to deal with than me being sick due to terrifying meat jelly.

- No more meat jelly for you then.

- No more meat jelly.

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