#chico chatters

[chicohungers24-7]

Okay but making "a police captain they're close to HAS to die" was so stupid. Like I know they need it for plot but. But look at that fucking dinosaur. Did that dinosaur have a cop friend.

#no it didn't #AND MILES WENT THROUGH A 'CANON' EVENT SO MIGUEL DIDNT HAVE TO SAY ALLAT TO HIM!!!!!!! #miles is just like me for real #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #atsv spoilers #ummmm #idk any other spoiler tags #chico chatters

[evilhorse]

This is a live ammo drill, not a re-run of “Chico and the Man!”

#fantastic four #the thing #ben grimm #the human torch #johnny storm #the invisible woman #susan richards #mr fantastic #reed richards #drill #live ammo #cut the chatter #chico and the man #pop culture references #the world’s greatest comic magazine #roy thomas #john buscema #marvel comics #comics #70s comics #bronze age comics

[meatriarchived]

maria's apartment buzzed with energy, radio static playing faint alongside the tunes blaring out from behind speaker. dinner already cooked, plated, eaten — for the most part, at least. thirds, fourths even were still being sneakily added onto everyones' plates as they wandered about the dining and living rooms. laughter and half-drunken shouting and chatter filling the air, with the warming presence of their little group of friends all around.

danny had long made himself comfortable, hip leaned against side of the couch, standing to let the others sit on the couch and chairs. beer in hand as eyes rolled up to the ceiling, smile tugging up corner of mouth as the others crooned along to the song playing.

he spots leland from peripheral, as he sidled up beside him, smile cautiously plastered across face, cheeks lightly rosied from the drinks. danny lowers bottle and raises a brow, already suspicious as eyes narrow, " ...yes? " comes simple question, already dreading what he might want from him — swear to god if he tries putting that damn hat back on my-

but leland's voice, cautiously hopeful, cuts into train of thought. with a point of finger to his headband — specifically, to the little mistletoe piece attached to it — he pipes up, " y'know, it's a long-standing tradition, danny — can't possibly say no, right? "

leland's face falls into a pout the moment danny's, right after question is posed, goes expressionless. leland opens mouth again, however, danny moves bottle to opposite hand, and brings arm around his neck, pulling him closer and planting a kiss to leland's cheek, then to temple, pausing to fix his headband back into place before muttering — voice more gentle than usual — " that's all you're getting from me, but, aunque te quiero, chico de oro— "

shortly after making rounds, gathering kisses from the others, does he make his way around corner into the kitchen, spotting maria pouring out another glass of wine for herself.

maria glances up across countertop when she hears him walk in and beams, " did you want some more while i have it open? " she offers, motioning with head to the extra glasses set out. a shake of his head and maria looks at him questioningly, until he again points out the little mistletoe on his headband, " i've got mostly everyone so far. haven't gotten a kiss from you yet. it's tradition. " with a grin, cutely, back at her.

eyes follow his hand when he points it out before she laughs and grins, happily setting down bottle and rounding the counter to him, " oh how could i say no? " she teases, motioning with her hands for him to lean down closer.

she cups his face, and kisses one cheek, then the other, then tilts his head down to kiss his forehead, and then leaves one on his nose. leaning back and smiling up at him, " there you go! tradition kept- oh! " she lets go of one side of his face, gently wiping at the tip of his nose, " oops, made you look like rudolph, sorry, my lipstick got on you! — there we go, all set. " she grins and lets him straighten back up, smiling still before she adds, " I'm happy you got to join us this year, lee. merry christmas. "

🌿🍒 dealers choice for maria or daniel but he’s gonna look so sad if u don’t kiss him | @lifesver

#both? both. c: ffdsnkj merry late xmas lee #we'll let lee get TWO kisses in one #lifesver #[ mf ] ── * 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. { maria. } #[ d ] ── * 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. { danny. }

[stasy-im-bad-at-nicknames]

🤡 , 💝 , and 🥰 for Matt, please?

That was a hard, tbh, but interesting! Thank you!

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

He's embarrassed about a lot of things from his early Sidestep days. He didn't know much, and made very dumb mistakes, for which he's still embarrassed. For example, mistakes in slang - he took everything too literally, which got him into very stupid situations. There was a brief moment when he tried to behave like Ortega with girls, and he saw that Ricardo is flirting with them (in his opinion). So he did the same. But he quickly realized that such behavior from himself was unpleasant to him first of all, very uncomfortable. And that he was not interested in girls at all (he had his guesses about this, but now he was sure).

But i don't have something more specific, sorry.

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Give him free personal space. Don't enforce a tactile contact. Don't try to impose your opinion on him. Don't flatter him, he doesn't like flattery and empty chatter in general.

And if we're talking about something like actions or some gifts, then... Hm. He'll be pleased if someone gives him homemade food (that's why Marcia from his fake job is his favorite, and with Ortega it's pretty obvious, that he likes his food). He can't cook. But he thinks it's important when one person spends their time cooking for another person. At least it's important to him. So it'll be a very nice gesture! He'll like it.

He doesn't care about the gifts much, the gesture itself is much more important. But if someone gives him something useful, something that can be used at work or at home, then he'll be pleased. A scarf or a sweater will be good too - he likes soft and warm clothes. But overall, he doesn't care much.

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

I don't have any specific pet names yet. I mean, "Smokey" can hardly be considered as a cute pet name from the Ortega (he has it because he constantly smokes like a steam locomotive, and it's more as a funny one). I'm also not sure that "Chico" is a suitable pet name (personally, I like it, although I want to find something else in Spanish, but I don't know Spanish, so it's difficult). But embarrassing Matt is much easier than you might think. Especially with something like a pet name. Damn, he'll be embarrassed by this much more than if Ortega walks in front of him without a top! Even if it is such a banality as "love", "sweetheart", etc. Because it's not the words themselves that are important, but how and under what circumstances they will be said. (By the way, this will have a much stronger effect on him if it' wi'll be said quietly and right into his ear. To Ortega, for the future).

#meme ask #again thank you for asking! #And I apologize for the mistakes in English #Matt my beloved #love him and love to talk about him #oh and i apologize for my quirky answers...

[fabulousdowneybrothers]

365 Days of Sprix Records Swoon Records #182 Popcorn Brain by Fabulous Downey Brothers I twitch and fidget like a maniac I'm tents and nerve us and I can't real axe I get my update hot of the wire don't touch me I'm a real wi-fier I know it's just none chemical addiction but don't unplug me I'm fit for a conniption can't quiet all the chit and chatter and who can think with all the grey matter feel the pleasure center it's humming got a steady drip of dopamine Digerati's got my pulse pumping I'm tapped in and got the latest feeds check it out now starting up a flame war capillaries bouncing off my skull did you hear it? what you think about that? stuffed with cookies never getting full my brain's popping in all directions no stopping of this connection teeth cringing and my eyes strain and I can't stop I got the popcorn brain It makes me agitated this real time world of waiting no use to contemplate it I'd rather fabricate a world of constant gratification a steady stream of stimulation intravenous with the information and never ending virtual vacation when is down time? when is stillness? from ~ • •, released June 6, 2015 written by Sean Downey and Chandra Farnsworth recorded and mixed by Sean Downey and  Louis Messina mastered by Jeff Southard Live performance links below Visualizer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pg9PAS1b9JA Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2okDMKH0XMRTL2emvFb247?si=39a83404750b4919 YouTube Track: https://youtu.be/1n4od6IUtq8 BandCamp: https://fabulousdowneybrothers.bandcamp.com/track/popcorn-brain Live in Chico, CA 2012: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_L1LjsLqCA Saturday, August 25, 2012 At Monstros Pizza in Chico, California. A Chico Area Pyrate Punx gig! Live at the Oddball Bash 2012: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17n90Brc4LU

#youtube #new wave #newwave #pop #synth pop #synth #synthwave #mutoid #electronic music #music #front page #tumblr #ig #fb #fyp #trending #trending now #punk #punx #live #weird #talking heads #80s #90s #internet #web #images #new song #squiggle #alternative

[ourspeakeasy]

Deadly Class AU Part 1/3

"Oh, how nothing has really changed," you whispered to yourself as you gathered your barrings at the dining hall.

"You're back! Thank fuck!" Petra said in a rush.

"That great?" you asked as you made your way through to grab some food.

"Do I have stories to tell you... But you might want to get your people back in line. They haven't exactly been good," she whispered to you before taking off. She wasn't embarrassed about being seen with you nor you with her in all honesty. But you weren't a rat and she knew to come around you in small doses.

Getting what you thought was good, you made your way over to your table. Dropping your tray rather loudly, you got the attention of every member of your crew. Some were pleased to see you, others were pissed about it. You already knew why - The party would be over and you were back in charge, "I need an update on what has happened while I have been gone."

You sat down as a few of your crew members began filling you in on who was new and where everyone stood. Nodding with what you understood and making note of what you didn't, you kept up with the chatter.

 "How was your sabbatical, Irish?"

Smiling, you stood up and regarded the small Japanese woman in front of you, "Who is calling it that?"

"Master Lin. It's what he called it so we would stop asking questions," she smirked.

"Sounds better than the real reason. I'll take it. But, uh, do you got a minute?" Her head did a quick dip and then backed away from the table so you could get out. When you were both out of hearing shots of both of your crews you asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Saya's face never even flinched, "I'm sure your people have told you."

"Only what they think they know. We both know there is another reason. You were interrogated? Chico is dead. Some rat named Marcus is around and stirring the pot. Maria is loosing her grip. What the actual fuck Saya."

She sighed heavily and shook her head, "You know I regard you as an equal."

"That's because I kicked your ass a few times," you smirked.

Rolling her eyes, her smirk returned but very small, "All of this is none of your business though. Stay out of it. Too many people are already involved. I respect you enough to tell you to back down. This isn't a 'I'm telling you what to do' thing. This is a 'I am trying to save you' thing."

You're eyebrow went up, "We both know that I don't need saving."

"We do. But this Marcus is fucking things up for too many people. You don't need him in your life. Especially if you are going to go into the family business as early as you are."

Before you could respond Brandy started speaking loudly, "Well, look at who it is ya'll!"

As you bit back your lip, you waved a little at her, "Hello Brandy. Nice to see you."

She didn't say it back but kept looking you up and down. You were in the same school uniform as she was. Finally, she found her tongue, "So the IRA didn't blow you up..."

Neutral is how you kept your face as Saya looked at you in a bit of shock, "Now now Brandy. I may just have come back from my Sabbatical. But don't forget who you fall under."

Brandy got up into your space as Saya backed off. This had nothing to do with her, so she was staying out of it. Her blonde hair tilted with her head, "I've made new arrangements with your people."

Without missing a beat you smirked, "Which I am making null and void until I can review what my second has done in my absence. What we had before is back and enforced as of right now. That goes for anyone who made a deal with my second - all deals are under review."

Looking taken back, she looked at your second for help, but he stayed where he was and looked away. Brandy straightened her back, "I may not consider that agreement again."

"I'm not worried about it, Brandy. Now, leave. I have unfinished business to take care of," you dismissed her entirely as you faced Saya again.

 Huffing, Brandy left and gathered her group of bitches to lick their wounds. You regarded Saya again, "Let me help you fix some of this."

"Stay out of it, Irish," she hissed before leaving. You could tell there was an underlying tone of a threat. But, then again. Raising hell was something you were good at.

#deadly class #deadly class au #deadly class fanfiction #deadly class oneshot #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #drabble

[inmyownlittlecorner5]

libera nos a malo chapter 6: si, un mostro son

A fanfic Novel by la-topolina

Rated for Mature Audiences

Warnings: Language, Violence, Sexual Content

Chapter 6/20

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unstoppable force/immovable object masterpost+

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During the first Potions lesson of the New Year, Cassie called in a favor. She hated to do this, preferring to hoard them like a miser hoards gold; but she knew that a favor never spent was almost as useless as one you’d never had in the first place. And she hadn’t wasted all of third year trailing Draco Malfoy in order to give Pansy Parkinson a detailed account of the boy’s habits and routines for nothing.

She arrived early for class to claim her prize as Draco’s bench partner for the rest of term. As a peace offering (for she doubted he would be pleased with the new arrangement), she gathered the supplies listed on the board for the day’s lesson, setting up both of their work spaces with quick efficiency and shaking hands. She’d not forgotten the feel of Fenrir Greyback’s teeth on her neck, and when Pansy flounced into the room and gave her a haughty glare before slinking to the back to partner with Tracey Davis, Cassie had to restrain herself from laughing out loud. She would never be afraid of the likes of Pansy Parkinson again.

Draco barely looked at her when he arrived, and she knew from the house elf chatter that he’d been up most of the night again. Class began as usual with Professor Slughorn asking a simple question and Hermione Granger regurgitating the text book. Apparently this was what the professor considered sufficient instruction, and he set them loose to create a credible antidote for the mystery poison assigned to them. When she and Draco each had their poison simmering in their cauldrons, she quietly drew a piece of parchment from her textbook and slid it across the worktable to her partner.

He glanced at it and stuffed it into his pocket. “Your uncle?” he asked indifferently.

“Yes. It’s the first step to restarting the magic. If it’s not too much trouble, please take notes on what happens when you follow those directions. Then I can send them to Uncle, and he’ll be able to advise you on what to do next,” she replied, her head bent over her work.

“This is going to take too long.”

“I’m sorry. We’re doing the best we can. If you like, I could come with you and take the notes myself. It might make the whole operation go a little faster.”

“No. I don’t need anymore of your help.”

“Something wrong, Draco?” asked Professor Slughorn from where he lazed at the front of the room, his feet propped up on a velvet poof.

“No, sir,” Draco quickly replied. “We were just discussing the next step.”

Professor Snape would not have allowed this to pass unexamined, but Professor Slughorn was thankfully both more benevolent and less energetic than their Head of House.

“Very good, carry on,” he said, and returned to his reading.

The antidote preparation soon demanded their complete attention, and it wasn’t until Cassie was painstakingly extracting the essence from a year-old cat’s gallbladder that they had time to speak again.

“I’m sorry, Draco,” she said. “I’m doing my best.”

He curled his lip unpleasantly at her, but she had the distinct feeling that if she prodded his angry mask ever so slightly, it would crumble into despair.

“Yeah, well, you’d better try harder,” he hissed back.

She swallowed hard and turned her focus to the extraction; trying not to think about Greyback’s teeth.

*****

On Thursday evening, Finn and Miranda were lingering over bowls of jambalaya and glasses of iced coffee in the MACUSA cafeteria while they waited for Finn’s portkey home. The Marx Brothers were the evening’s wall entertainment, and Miranda gave Harpo and Chico half her attention while a sweet sort of melancholy tickled her heart. She rarely spent time in self-reflection, but the looming end of this visit with her favorite living brother was tempting her to the vice.

“I’m going to miss you,” she said, hoping to disarm some of the emotion by speaking it aloud.

“Course you are,” he replied, a flattering mix of disappointment and affection on his face. “It ain’t the same at home without you, no matter how many times you go off. But if you’re really aimin’ to set up a homestead here, maybe now’s the time to start easin’ everybody into the idea.”

Leave it to Finn to thrust her right back into the middle of her confusion. “I’m not going to stay here forever.”

“You sure about that? I mean, we’ll give you shit about it, but if it’s what you want we’d all back your decision.”

She dragged her spoon through the dregs of her bowl, avoiding his shrewd eyes. “It’s not what I want. I mean, I’m planning to stay for awhile longer. The money’s good over here, and much as I hate all Healers, I want to keep working with Healer A’isha at least until I’m back to normal.”

He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And then there’s always Severus Snape.”

“I’m not staying because of him.” God, she didn’t want to talk about this now.

“Miranda Jane Rose, you lie to whoever you want, exceptin’ yourself and me.”

“I’m not lying to you!”

“Then what the actual fuck is going on with the two of you?”

“You wait until now to ask me that? You’re leaving in twenty minutes.”

“Exactly. There’s no time for you to beat around the bush. Now talk.”

“Ass. It’d serve you right if I just left you here without saying anything.”

“Probably.” He pulled out a pair of cigarettes and flipped one to her. “But you ain’t gonna.”

She gave a sigh of resignation and snapped her fingers to light the cigarettes. “The truth is, I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing. I thought it was just going to be a casual thing—just blowing off steam. It was that way for a long time. And then it wasn’t.”

“Do you love him?”

There was no way on God’s green earth that she was going to admit to that out loud. “I’d be an idiot if I did. He’s in the middle of a giant shit show over here, and he’s tied up in enough emotional knots to make Alexander scream.”

“Seems to me you know a thing or two about shit shows and fucked up emotions. Does he love you?”

“You are like a dog after a bone, Finn.”

He had the audacity to wink at her. “Yep.”

She never could lie to Finn. “He’s never said so, but I wouldn’t be shocked if he did. I’m not stupid. The way he looked after me when I got hurt in Romania—I know he wouldn’t have done all that if he didn’t care. And I know it hurt him when I moved out of his rooms and back to my cabin. But I couldn’t stay there with him and let it all choke me.”

“You do what you gotta do; but if he’s in that deep and you don’t feel the same way, it seems only sportin’ to let him go.”

“I know.”

“But?”

She puffed out a few rings of smoke and sent them dancing in and out of each other beneath the bright cafeteria lights. “But I don’t want to.”

“Interestin’. It ain’t your style to play with hearts like that.”

“I don’t need you to point that out to me. I know it’s a shit thing to do.”

“I ain’t here to judge you. Just watch your back. Even a lowly No-Maj like me can tell shit is hot over here, and I don’t wanna be goin’ to your funeral. I’ve had enough of buryin’ siblings to last me a lifetime.”

“Don’t I know it?”

They snuffed out their cigarettes and tossed them into their empty bowls. The interrogation had lasted long enough that they had to rush through the Hall of Virtues to make it to the Transportation Hub on time. Finn queued up at the back of the portkey line, and set down his rucksack to give his sister a fierce hug. She buried her face in his shoulder, breathing in the smell of home, and her throat was so tight it hurt to breathe. When he let go of her at last, his eyes were shining with unshed tears.

“See ya ‘round, Sis,” he said. “If you need anything, you call me. I’ll be here in two shakes.”

“I will,” she replied. “And same goes for you.”

He ran a hand through his hair, threw his rucksack over his shoulder, and stepped up on wide platform. The ruby slipper appeared on the marble pedestal before him, and he threw her one final grin over his shoulder before reaching out to touch the portkey.

Then he spun away, back to Kansas and home.

*****

Half an hour later Miranda was hurtling into classroom 1B, ten minutes late for her first Animagus lesson. She skidded to a halt and fought the urge to wince at the way her boots echoed through the cavernous room. The door slammed ominously shut behind her, and Minerva McGonagall did not deign to look up from the podium where she sat marking scrolls and looking severely disappointed. Miranda’s face turned red as she slunk penitentially to a desk near the back of the room, and she was surprised to see Remus Lupin, dressed in tattered trousers and an overlarge flannel shirt, already sitting in the back corner. He gave her a sympathetic look when their eyes met, but she had the distinct feeling that he was studying her every move, withholding judgement until she either won her place as his working partner—or lost it completely.

“How good of you to join us, Miss Rose,” Minerva said, still busily marking. “I take it you had trouble getting through security?”

Miranda already liked Hagrid too much to throw him under the Knight Bus. “No, Ma’am. My brother was heading back home tonight, and I didn’t figure in enough time to get from the Embassy to here. Sorry for the inconvenience, it won’t happen again.”

Minerva let this answer hang in the air and Miranda slid into a desk a few rows in front of Remus, suddenly feeling eleven years old again.

“See that it doesn’t,” Minerva said crisply.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Minerva finished marking the scroll while Miranda fell victim to the sort of restlessness that only descended on her in the classroom. Through monumental effort, she managed to restrain this feeling to the tapping of one toe inside her boot, but she knew it would only be a matter of minutes before she felt like screaming. At last the steely professor rolled up the scroll, laid down her quill, and gave her student a look that showed how very unimpressed she was with the American witch thus far.

“May I safely assume that you have read Perdix’s Animagi Liberatus?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And do you have any initial questions on the material?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Then please stand up and cast a Patronus.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” The chair squeaked horribly as she got up, and her boots sounded thunderous as she took her place in the middle of the empty aisle. She wet her lips and did her best to banish all these little humiliations with the thought of spring and perfect baseball games. “Expecto Patronum!”

The bobcat burst immediately out of her wand, displaying a confidence she didn’t quite feel. It eyed the inhabitants of the room curiously, slinking around Miranda’s ankles before prowling across the room to Remus.

“Funny, I thought you were a dog person,” he observed, returning the Patronus’s stare with an amused one of his own.

“I am. God has a sense of humor,” Miranda quipped.

“Please keep the commentary to a minimum,” Minerva ordered.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Remus and Miranda chorused.

“Thank you. Now, I want you to take a moment to study your Patronus as minutely as you can,” Minerva said.

Miranda squatted down to do as she was bid, narrowing her eyes as she marked each stripe and curve of her silvery bobcat. The Patronus ignored her, still staring at Remus, until it gave a hiss of displeasure and darted up one of the bookcases to perch imperiously on the top.

“Are you ready?” Minerva asked when the Patronus was settled.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Miranda had never made an emptier boast.

“To remind you, the incantation is Amato Animo Animato Animagus,” Minerva said.

“Decline puer,” Miranda muttered under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Minerva clearly didn’t believe her, but she let it pass. “Picture your Patronus as you speak the words, and don’t fight whatever happens afterwards.”

“Okay, here goes.” Miranda took a deep breath and let her mind go mildly unfocused. “Amato Animo Animato Animagus.”

As soon as the final syllable left Miranda’s lips, her skin started to itch everywhere. Her reptilian brain started to panic as coarse, striped fur sprouted all over her limbs and her spine stretched and snapped like a rubber band. She closed her eyes against the pain as her right hand shriveled into a mangled caricature of a cat’s paw. Gradually the pain and the pitiful pseudo-transformation stopped. Remus’s eyes were glinting with humor when she opened hers again, although he had the decency not to laugh at her attempt.

“Not bad for a first try,” Minerva allowed.

“Surely we don’t need an audience for this,” Miranda said in a voice that was now colored by a throaty purr. “We must be wasting Mr Lupin’s time.”

“Not at all,” Remus replied. “The more time I spend with you, the less likely I’ll be to attack you when the wolf takes over. The Wolfsbane Potion isn’t always enough on its own.”

“I see.”

“Please shift back to your human form and then we’ll try again,” Minerva ordered brusquely.

“God, this is going to be worse than Apparition,” Miranda muttered. “Amato Hominis.”

Remus’s eyes were still on her, and she did her best not to flinch at the discomfort of shifting back.

“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Rose,” Minerva said.

Miranda had a sinking feeling that Minerva McGonagall was going to turn out to be an even sterner taskmaster than Severus Snape.

*****

By the end of the lesson, Miranda ached from head to toe and wanted nothing more than to crawl down to Severus’s rooms and beg for a massage. Remus, unfortunately, stuck to her like a bad penny, and she had to make a show of “going home” for his sake.

“Care to join me for a drink at the Hog’s Head?” he asked as they went out into the frozen night.

She didn’t, but something in his tone told her this question was another test. “Sure. We should probably get to know one another if we’re going to be working together.”

“I agree.”

Hagrid and Fang met them at the gate, and they paused long enough for Miranda to scratch the mastiff behind his floppy ears. Once they were clear of the school’s wards, Remus held out his hand to her. His skin was rough and calloused, and soon she felt the unpleasant pull behind her navel as he side-alonged her to the edge of the Hogsmeade High Street. The Inn was quiet when they arrived, dingy and smelling of old ale. A dour man with bright eyes and a long hoary beard manned the bar, and he grunted to them by way of greeting.

“I’d take a pint when you get a minute, Aberforth,” Remus said as they went by. “What would you like, Miss Rose?”

“Rye if you’ve got it, Firewhiskey if you don’t,” she replied.

Aberforth muttered something derisive and shuffled away to gather their drinks while Remus led her to a table in the furthest recesses of the bar. Without asking, he took the chair with its back to the wall, putting her in the uncomfortable position of relying on his eyes for protection. They stared at each other, each taking the measure of the other, until Aberforth arrived with a chipped bowl of greasy popcorn, a pint of cloudy ale, and a glass of flaming liquor.

“To new beginnings,” Remus said, raising his glass.

“New beginnings.” Miranda clinked her glass to his and drank without breaking eye contact.

“So tell me,” he asked as he picked at the popcorn. “How did you wind up working for Albus Dumbledore?”

After the excellent dinner at the Embassy, Miranda had no stomach for bar food. “By way of Lucius Malfoy.”

“Really?” His curiosity was obviously piqued.

“Ironic, don’t you think? He hired me to hunt down Sirius Black, and Albus hired me to pretend to hunt down Sirius Black to keep Malfoy busy. Then just to make things more entertaining, Albus sent me to Romania to help Charlie Weasley with a project. Now that’s over, and here I am with you.”

“I see. Albus does like to get his money’s worth out of people.” The bitter edge to this observation did not go unnoticed.

“Do I remember correctly that you and Mr Black were friends?”

“You do.” If possible Remus’s already woeful countenance became even more melancholy. “We were mates from our school days.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. I never got to meet him, but I think I would have liked him, if I’d gotten the chance.”

“What makes you say that?” he asked dubiously.

Something about his gaze made her vaguely uncomfortable—as though he could see through her in a way most people couldn’t.

“I spent a fair amount of time interviewing people who knew him while I was on the case. I got the impression that he was a passionate man, fiercely loyal to his friends, brave to the point of recklessness, and possessed of a wicked sense of humor. Sounds to me like the sort of fellow I’d love to have known.”

Remus took a long drink and then stared into the depths of his pint. When he finally looked back up at her, she knew he was setting her yet another test.

“Tell me Miss Rose, is Severus Snape one of those many people you interviewed about Sirius?”

Through long practice she managed not to visibly react to Severus’s name being spoken, but her toe inside her boot started tapping again.

“No,” she replied. “I never met Professor Snape before that Order meeting when I met you.”

Remus gave her a cold, wolfish smile, that did not suit his features in the least. “This is a terrible start. I’m going to ask Albus to reassign you.”

Her heart started to pound uncomfortably, but her voice was even and curious. “Why? What did I do wrong?”

“We’ve barely met and you’re already lying to me. Doesn’t bode well for future work together.”

“What are you talking about?”

He leaned across the table and dropped his voice to a low growl. “Miss Rose, I don’t believe for an instant that you met Severus for the first time at that meeting. His smell was all over you, even after he left. What did you do, spend all day in bed with him?”

It was a stupid mistake—forgetting that some loup garous had a preternatural sense of smell even in human form—and she blushed for shame of having been caught making it. She covered her embarrassment by finishing her whiskey, then returned his gaze boldly.

“And if I did?” she challenged.

Remus snorted. “I don’t care who you sleep with. But if we’re going to work together the way Albus expects us to, we can’t lie to each other. With what we’re going to be walking into, we have to trust each other completely. Unfortunately, there’s no time to build that trust.” He slugged down the rest of his pint and stood up from the table. “I’m sorry to waste your time, but it’s better for you to be off this assignment anyway. Safer, you understand. It was good to meet you.”

“Mr Lupin, wait,” she said, taking the risk of laying a hand on his wrist before he walked away completely. He glared down at the trespass, and she strongly suspected he was fighting the urge to snarl at her. “Please, just sit down, have another drink, and let’s talk about this.”

She held his gaze fearlessly, surprised he didn’t shake her hand off. After a moment he signaled to Aberforth, and resumed his seat at the table. She waited until the barkeep had set them up with another round and a fresh bowl of popcorn, furiously working out what exactly she was going to say. In the end she fell back on her usual tactic; improvisation.

“Listen, I’m going to lay it all out for you, and then you can decide what you want to do,” she began, ignoring his scoff. “I met Severus the summer before last while I was hunting a vampire. We’ve been on and off since then; mostly on. I know about both of his…bosses. Albus knows about me, but the other one doesn’t, and we’re trying to keep it that way for everyone’s safety. I think you can imagine what the Dark Lord would do if he got wind of the fact that his minion is fucking a No-Maj born like me.”

“I didn’t know you were Muggle-born.”

She bristled. “Does that matter to you?”

“No, not at all.” Remus’s suspicious expression became very thoughtful. “I think I’m just surprised that it doesn’t matter to Severus.”

“I haven’t grilled him on it,” she shrugged.

“Maybe you should.”

This was not a conversation she wanted to pursue. “I don’t remember asking you for relationship advice.”

“You’re right, you didn’t.” His lips turned up in a humorless smile. “You’re wise to keep things quiet. Does anyone else in the Order know about you?”

“Arthur and Molly Weasley. But as far as I know they’ve kept mum, so I hope you won’t go clucking with them about it.”

“I won’t. What do you see in him?”

That was more than enough. “I don’t see the need to justify my love life to you, Mr Lupin. Or maybe you’d like me to start asking you questions about Auror Tonks.”

“No, I’d rather you didn’t,” he said coldly.

It seemed to her that they’d scuffled enough for one evening. “Maybe we should go back to safer topics,” she suggested as a peace offering. “Like loup garous or blood politics.”

He studied her for a long time, and then his face relaxed into a real smile. “Yes, let’s. Tell me more about the werewolves in America.”

*****

As the clock ticked perilously close to midnight, Severus sat in his armchair, reading Oscar Wilde and doing his best not to be annoyed with Miranda’s tardiness. He’d long since accepted her chronic lateness, and he knew she’d had a hefty list of commitments ahead of their engagement. Still, it was his birthday and it would be nice to see her at some point before the ninth of January turned into the tenth.

At five minutes to the new day, the door to his sitting room creaked open and he put aside his novel, greeting her tired smile with what he hoped was a reserved, but pleasant expression of his own. She hung her bag on a hook by the door that he’d installed for the purpose and stretched like a languid cat. He admired her form, unreasonably pleased that she was finally here.

“I’m glad that’s all over,” she said.

“Did your first Animagus lesson go so poorly?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Professor McGonagall said I did well, but my joints all say differently. She’s as hard a teacher as you are.”

“Harder, I think.”

She came to him and slipped onto his lap. His arms went around her waist, and as she laid her head on his shoulder he felt unnervingly content.

“Then Remus Lupin decided to give me the third degree. That’s what took me so long. He wanted to cut me out of the whole mission,” she explained.

Merlin, he didn’t want to think about the details of this pernicious mission. “Perhaps you should have let him.”

“I know you don’t like that I’m assigned to it, but it’s part of my job. And anyway, I talked him into keeping me.”

“I’m not surprised. You can be quite…persuasive when you care to be.”

She gave him an impish smile. “Speaking of persuasive, what would it take to convince you to give me a massage? I had no idea that Animagus training was going to make my body feel like a pretzel.”

“I give you a massage?” he teased. “I was under the impression that it was my birthday.”

“And so it is. I’ll give you your presents first if that’s what it takes.”

He kissed her temple and shook his head. “No. You’ve coerced me. To the bedroom with you.”

“I knew there was a reason I spent time with you.”

She stripped down to her knickers on the way to the bedroom. He hung his frock coat in the armoire, and rolled up his sleeves as she picked over his store of healing balms for a satisfactory concoction; more comfortable in her own skin than anyone he’d ever met. She tossed him her selection and stretched out on the bed with a happy sigh, and as he knelt over her his heart ached with an emotion it was ill-equipped to process. He buried this hurt with the feel of her flesh under his fingers, and the sound of her appreciative moans as he kneaded her pains away.

“Mmm…” she hummed. “You do love me.”

Her shoulders tensed instantly under his frozen hands, and he inwardly cursed her impulsive tongue for uttering such nonsensical truth.

“I mean metaphorically speaking,” she added quickly.

“Of course,” he replied, his hands mechanically returning to their work. “You’ve quite an inflated sense of your own importance, haven’t you?”

“That’s me,” she said, her voice nowhere near as relaxed as it had been moments before. “My head’s so big it’s in danger of floating away.”

For a brief moment he had the insane urge to confess the sin she’d lightheartedly accused him of; morbidly curious to witness the destruction it would likely cause. As she settled back into limpid tranquility under his touch, he frantically searched his mind for some other topic of conversation to distract him from wantonly lighting the inferno that would no doubt spell the end of their association.

“I…had thought we might attend the opera on Saturday,” he said. It was a mostly idle promise—he hadn’t even spoken to Charity to arrange the purchase of tickets—but he hoped mentioning it would both please Miranda and close the door on the previous topic.

“Oh, Severus, I’m so sorry, but I can’t,” she replied.

His temper was rubbed raw from the last ten minutes, and her contrition was salt in the wound.

“May I ask why?�� he asked in an subtly acrid tone.

“I’m actually already going to the opera on Saturday.”

“I see. With whom?”

“Dante Sanguini. He set it up weeks ago. Didn’t I tell you about it earlier?”

“Not that I recall. I don’t suppose it matters to you if I mind that you are cavorting with a vampire.”

“My time is my time, and I’ll spend it with whomever I like.”

“Need I remind you that you have yet to regain your full strength either magically or physically?”

“No. I’m very aware of my limits.”

He seethed silently as his fingers worked on her muscles. How dare she be so reckless with her person and then claim he had no right to be concerned?

“Severus,” she said after a few moments of deadly silence had ticked by, “you’re hurting me.”

“My apologies,” he muttered, lightening his touch.

“Just stop. That’s enough anyway.” She extricated herself from her position beneath him and rolled up to sit against the headboard, her knees tucked to her chest as she studied him with new eyes. “I don’t need you telling me what to do. Do I complain when you go off to have tea with the Dark Lord?”

“That is different,” he growled.

“It’s not.”

He felt his face turn to stone and he got up off the bed, crossing his arms over his chest like a shield charm.

“I do not ever needlessly put myself in harm’s way. You make a sport of it,” he accused.

“Well why do you at all? Put yourself in harm’s way I mean. You’re not a hero, so why do you do it?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You hate teaching—and I’m not all that convinced you like Albus Dumbledore. You’re not a coward, but I don’t think you’re the sort of man to be swayed by “The Cause.” So why are you doing all this?”

“We aren’t talking about me. We’re talking about you and your dalliance with a creature that can snap your neck and drink your blood before you could raise a finger to stop him.”

She swung off the bed to face him, her hands on her hips and her eyes flashing. “You sound jealous.”

“I do not.”

“First Lupin and now Sanguini?”

“That is the most ridiculous accusation…”

The rest of his defense dwindled into hiss of pain as the mark on his arm flared to life, twisting with an ugly black fire. His suddenly numb fingers fumbled to roll down the sleeves and fasten the buttons as he watched the anger on Miranda’s face give way first to fear, and then to acceptance. She opened her mouth to say something, but apparently thought better of it, and went out into the sitting room to collect his cloak for him. It took an age for him to don his frock coat and retrieve his mask from the armoire as he fought to bring his roiling emotions under some semblance of control.

His feet were like lead as he dragged himself to the door, and Miranda’s brave smile did little to cheer him. When he had his cloak in place, she impulsively threw her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth. He groaned pitifully as he pulled her against him; their embrace a fury of tongues and teeth as fierce as their argument had been.

“I can be here when you get back,” she said in a husky voice when they parted. “Or I can go if you think you’d rather be alone.”

“No. I want you to stay,” he replied, his own voice raw from choking back all the things he dared not say.

“Then I will.”

He traced a finger over her cheek and accepted the kiss that she pressed to his hand—a kiss that troubled him to the core of his battered heart. The mark on his arm continued to throb painfully as he paced outside the wards, breathing in the bitter night air and waiting for his mind to reach a place of indifference that Occlumency required. It seemed to him that the longer this misadventure continued, the more difficult coming to that place became. His life had never been under his own dominion; but now it often felt to him that Lily, the Dark Lord, Albus, and Miranda were horses intent on drawing and quartering him alive.

*****

The plush delights of the private box on the Grand Tier of the Royal Opera House, and the glorious music of Rigoletto did not quite assuage all of Miranda’s guilt that her companion for the evening was a sentimental vampire rather than a dour potions master. She was mildly annoyed at her conscience for smiting her and sullying what ought to have been an evening for decadence, and she was indulging in far more of Dante’s excellent cabernet in an effort to compensate. As the lights went up for the beginning of the interval, she knew she was well on the way to a headache in the morning, but she stubbornly stuck to her self-destructive course. Severus had no right to boss her around, and she was going to prove it by means of what was likely to be a wicked hangover.

“Tell me more about Giuseppe,” she said. There was nothing like hearing Verdi with a man who’d known him.

“There are those who would call him cold, but I liked him very well,” Dante replied. “Although he was at times a difficult partner at the card table. When the music would invade his brain, he would set everything aside until he’d jotted it down. I was there the night he sketched out that magnificent quartet.”

“That must have been thrilling.”

“It was. It’s a shame he would not let me bring him over.”

“Did you try?”

“Of course! A genius like that, to molder in a tomb. It’s a crime.”

He offered her a refill from the bottle of cabernet, which she accepted (although she probably shouldn’t have). His own glass he topped off with his preferred blend of merlot and type AB positive.

“What did he say when you offered?” she asked, enjoying the buzz from the wine and the music.

“He said that only a fool wished to live forever in a body of dust and grime.”

His smile was sharp on his pale lips, and whether he was mocking the dead composer or himself, she wasn’t sure.

“I’ve never thought you were a fool, Dante.”

“I thank you for the compliment, and I hope that you will not behave so stupidly when I come for you.”

She shivered. “I didn’t know you were planning to.”

“I was. As long as you do not manage to destroy yourself so extensively that my kiss would be useless.”

She was flattered and horrified in almost equal measure. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. But I want you to know that I’ll probably give you the same answer that Giuseppe did.”

“How disappointing. Why would you do such a thing?”

“I have my reasons.” She swirled the crimson liquid in her goblet, and the movement (or perhaps the conversation) made her head swim. “Do you mind if we change the subject? I hate talking about death at the opera.”

“And I adore it. But you are my guest, and I will indulge you. Tell me about your current projects. Hunting any other cousins of mine?”

“No, not lately. I’ve moved on to werewolves and Death Eaters.”

He raised his mocking eyebrows at her. “I never thought you one to play the hero.”

“I’m not, it’s all about the money.”

“I’ve always appreciated that ruthless streak in you.” He took her hand in his, laughing as the chill of his touch raised gooseflesh on her arms. “Do watch that charming backside of yours.”

“I will. But if you happen across any information that would help me watch it better, I hope you’ll share it.”

“And what will you pay me in? Smiles?”

“If you’ll take them, they’re yours.”

He brought her hand up and rested her palm against his cheek, sighing melodramatically.

“There is nothing quite like a warm hand when you are dead.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Is there something you’re getting at, or is all this a tease?”

He leaned down until his icy breath brushed her ear. “I have it on the best authority that a certain dark wizard is building an army of inferi.”

The chill that went through her had nothing to do with Dante’s breath. “How uninspired. Didn’t he do that last time?”

“His creativity is indeed lacking these days, but this new army will put the last one to shame.”

“Have you seen it?”

“I have.”

“Where is it?”

“It is moved by now.”

“By which you mean you aren’t going to tell me.”

“Topolina, I have told you enough already.”

He dipped his head and ran the edge of a sharp canine over the sensitive skin of her earlobe, and she put a finger on his cheek in warning.

“Thanks Dante, I do appreciate it. But I’m not going to fuck you tonight, even if you do cast a tutela charm to keep yourself from killing me.”

“Tease,” he grumbled. “Why not?”

“I’m just not interested.”

His dark gaze was as penetrating as Remus Lupin’s—and she was just about sick of being studied like a side of beef.

“You have a lover,” he accused. “That accounts for the extra perfume. You didn’t want me to know. Why not? Are you ashamed of him?”

“No. I just didn’t want to talk about him.” God she was sick of everyone being in her business. It was almost enough to take up the mantle of celibacy for the rest of her live-long days.

Dante, bless him, seemed to catch on to her exasperation. “Then I shan’t ask you anymore about him.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. Really.” The lights began to dim around them, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Dante, if I find myself needing a hand in the near future, will you help me? I’ll make it worth your while.”

He gave her a devilish smile. “Will you? Aren’t you afraid of what I might ask in return?”

She wasn’t fooled. “No. You’re a gentleman.”

“You wound me! But I could deny you nothing. Ask, and I will be there.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

“Shh,” he grumbled as the curtain rose. “The opera!”

*****

Notes: The chapter title (yes, i am a monster) is a quote from Verdi’s opera Rigoletto. In the opera, the Duke sings this line in jest—but he pretty much is a monster.

The incantation to become an Animagus is taken from Pottermore. The textbook, the incantation to turn back (and the attending Latin mistakes) are mine. The process by which one becomes an Animagus is also from my imagination.

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[thecomicsnexus]

2020 VISIONS #7-9 NOVEMBER 1997 - JANUARY 1998 BY JAMIE DELANO, JAMES ROMBERGER, JAMES SINCLAIR AND DIGITAL CHAMELEON

SYNOPSIS

Ethan is one of the twin-sons of Jack from the previous story (and grandson of Alex from the first story).

After being caught prostituting himself by a cop, Ethan is punished with a 24-hour chemo-torture and then sent to Texas (to work on a farm or something like that). But midway, he is recruited by a militia that takes care of Buffalos and keeps the land clear of squatters.

Once there, he makes some chatter with J. J. the son of the boss. But one night after killing a group of squatters, J. J. tried to make Ethan have sex with him. Ethan sends fire into J. J.’s face (but not much really happens, J. J. ends up saying that he was about to rape one of the women they didn’t kill).

But J. J. disappears into the night after their camp is raided by “Injuns”, a tribe of coyote american natives with high tech.

The squad goes out to find J. J. before he ends up eaten by the tribe. But little by little they ends up dying until a final confrontation with the tribe where all but Ethan die. Crusaders are not far behind, though.

Ethan the meets with Chico again, the native-american that didn’t kill him on the night J. J. was taken. There is some clear romance between the two and the tribe accepts him as he has been “domesticated” by Chico. Ethan now feels like he belongs to this tribe and he has been dead before.

He also learns that they weren’t really cannibals, that was just to scare Christians (they do kill Christians). Ethan then goes to meet Charlie, the man that works with the tribe and provides them with all the technology they need to fool the militia.

When he meets Charlie, he finds out that him coming to Chico’s life means the end of his summer, and they will have to sacrifice him. Ethan doesn’t want Chico to die, so he kills Charlie and sets his cabin on fire.

When he tells Chico he killed Charlie, he doesn’t take it well, as they needed Charlie to survive and now the Crusaders will see the fire from afar and will know how to find them.

What happens next is not very clear, but the two of them are clearly killed, crucified and burnt by the Crusaders. In what appears to be the afterlife, Chico and Ethan face death together.

REVIEW

Yes, this is the romance story of this book. And it was very well done.

Ethan was looking for his brother, and he thought Chico was he (at least at first). His life choices were all probably marked by the feeling of a lost brother. He was always incomplete, and didn’t really make good decisions. Being also taken from their biological mother made Ethan feel like he never really belonged anywhere. This how he moves from “family” to “family”, until he finds one where he actually feels in love, and alive, and realizes all the previous families weren’t.

Chico is a more open-minded character, just like his tribe. He always belonged to his family, and he will die for them. He always knew he belonged there. He is quite the opposite of Ethan and also, all Ethan needed in another man. But of course, Ethan’s long history of bad decisions doesn’t stop with him meeting Chico and he probably caused the death of his new family. As a gay person, I am not a stranger to this type of relationship, where one of the two makes decisions based on trauma. In this case, Ethan didn’t want to be separated from another loved one again. In both scenarios though... Chico was always going to die.

Or did they die? Well... I think so.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#stephen john phillips #vertigo #vertigo comics #comics #review #dc comics #1997 #1998 #2020 #2020 visions #modern age #lgbtqi

[chicohungers24-7]

Let's talk about This y'all

Despite rewatching season 3 a few times, the gravity of this line has finally sunk in for me like. Nine is so far GONE at this point. From the beginning of the series we know that Nine is ultimately apathetic towards the other characters in the show. He hates New Yoke but he is never outwardly malicious towards the citizens there.

Even in the beginning of Season 3 he agrees to help everyone in the Shatterverse by rebuilding their worlds. Nine has zero reason to go back on his deal with Sonic. After Sonic "betrays" him for a second time is when he first starts becoming more villainous, saying "You won't even be able to save yourselves." (Which goes so hard btw.) But that's only towards everyone else. To Sonic he continues using vague language by saying he wants to drain him of his prism energy. Are the implications dark? Definitely. But it's not until Sonic has reached the top of the Citadel, gotten a few good hits on Nine, offers once again to fix the Shatterverse (which Nine takes it as being blamed for the entire situation, which is why he shoots it down and points out that Chaos Council started this), and reveals they've all tricked him that Nine becomes actively murderous. He's going to have his robots kill (or as close as he can say to kill) everyone in the Grim. Yikes. Bigger yikes? He's not just going to have his robots just kill Sonic. No. He's going to have his robots watch as he kills Sonic!

I don't know if I'm just ranting into the void about this but I just find it fascinating how Nine devolved from detached apathy to I'm going to make sure your friends die and then I'm going to personally murder you.

#something I didn't mention is the influence of the paradox prism #he uses it a drastic amount only a few moments before telling sonic how he's going to kill everyone #but people tend to pay attention to that less #tails nine #nine the fox #sonic prime #Chico Chatters

[marisexmas]

In Pursuit of the Happiness Bouquet - Prologue

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I really like both of the alts in the current PPQ event, and so I’m gonna attempt to translate the tie-in story that comes with it! hopefully I can get to all the parts within a reasonable timeframe of them coming out, but for now here’s the Prologue!

be prepared for a Whole Lot of Love my friends. spoiler alert: it’s very very unambiguously gay

harpy: *chatter...*

yu&rei + banshees: *chatter... chatter...*

ally: "Wow! There are so many people here! Is there something happening?"

ally: "Not only that, it looks like everyone's wearing the same color of clothing..."

teahouse draco: "Hm? Oh, it's Ally! What're you doing wearing that green getup?"

ally: "Uum, I didn't know there was something going on... if it's alright, could you tell me what it is?"

draco: "Heh he~! Apparently, they hold a festival this time of year where everybody dresses up in white!"

worship gown chico: "It seems there are also people exchanging rings at the Holy Site. And tossing bouquets as well..."

ally: "Rings? Bouquets?"

missionary risukuma: "Correct. Two people come together, dressed all in white, to ring the bell and exchange their vows of eternal love..."

risukuma: "The most fateful of fateful events, ---- Marriage..."

ally: "Ah! That's right, you're the guy whose love experiment blew up..."

risukuma: "No no, that's just your imagination. What you see here is only an exceptionally ordinary agent of love…"

ally: "I see, so I mistook you for someone else! Well, in any case…"

ally: "This sounds like… a festival where everyone gathers to celebrate love!"

ally: “I wanna feel the love with everyone… but do I… have a white outfit to wear?”

glittering elnath: “...... ……”

ally: “Huh? That person… they look troubled about something.”

ally: “Scuse me! What’s troubling you?”

elnath: “Hm? Ah…”

elnath: “A friend of mine suddenly approached me saying ‘Mhehe… someone as princely as you will be Perfect for the festival~’.”

elnath: “Or something to that effect, before dressing me up in this attire…”

elnath: “And some sort of bouquet… or some such. She said that procuring one is absolutely essential.”

ally: “I see! So if you don’t have a bouquet, you can’t participate in the festival, huh?”

ally: “A wonderful chance to share love together with everyone…”

ally: “Someone dressed up as nicely as you, and yet they can’t join in…”

ally: “I won’t stand for that!!”

elnath: “No, it’s not important enough to justify going to such lengths…”

ally: “Just wait right here! I promise something that’ll totally suit you…”

ally: “I’ll deliver you a bouquet full of lovingly-gathered flowers!”

elnath: “She ran off… honestly, what a rambunctious girl she is.”

#translations #puyo puyo #puyoquest #event stories #(foolishly assuming I'll be able to translate future event stories ;v;)

[sickly-sweet-cookies]

Yeets a fucking large ass Chocolate bar at the hungry bby, and a large 2 liter coke

Chico Coin eyes the offerings for a moment, brow furrowing, and takes a moment before devouring the sugar all at once. It’s quite a visceral display even for simple chocolate and soda- and when they finish they stare at the empty wrapper and bottles in horror.

“What... what did I just do? I blacked out when I started eating, I don’t understand...”

The hunger eases somewhat but doesn’t dissipate entirely, especially as the casino picks up in personage and Choco Coin hears the cookie’s excited chatter.

{sugar sugar 1/18}

#{choco coin cookie}

[exo-argentina]

[Traducción] 181209 Comentarios de Netizens en Pann sobre KyungSoo y su actuación en 'Swing Kids'

Swing Kids es realmente daebak ㅠㅠㅠ Fue super interesante ㅠㅠㅠㅠ Doh Kyungsoo era tan lindo mientras bailaba ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Estaba emocionada a lo largo de toda la película. Mi hermana, que es muggle, dijo que la película también era muy interesante ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ

[ PANN ] La película de Doh Kyungsoo es daebak, extremadamente lindo ㅠㅠㅠ

En general: +354; -27

[+64; -4] Lindo, incluso si se afeita el pelo, todavía se ve bonito debido a su bonita forma de cabeza

[+57; -3] Debido a que Cha Taehyun-nim dijo que no hay nadie más que se adapte a ese personaje y lo recomendó mucho, vi la película. Miré Along With The Gods con el corazón de un fan, pero esta vez vi la película feliz porque confío en Kyungsoo.

[+52; -4] Lo vi sin muchas expectativas ya que no me gustan mucho los ídolos. Pero como el guión fue escrito por el Director Kang, que produjo a Sunny y Scandal Makers, y todos los actores hicieron un gran trabajo, la película me hizo llorar y reír. Fue realmente interesante. Vi el estreno y lo disfruté mucho.

[+18; -0] Escuché que la canción final es de The Beatles. Nunca permiten que las personas usen sus canciones sin importar cuánto dinero se ofrezca. Sin embargo, revisaron todo el contenido de esta película y dieron su permiso. Todo esto es gracias al Director y 'Sunny'.

[+15; -0] Captura de pantalla esto del segmento 'Actor y Chatter' de hoy, él es perfectamente lindo ㅠㅠ la película de Kyungsoo, es Daebak!

[+14; -2] No es común que las películas con ídolos como protagonistas principales obtengan una buena respuesta del estreno, esto es realmente interesante. Los actores y el director siguieron alabando a D.O. diciendo que es el mejor, por eso podemos ver que actuó bien y que están orgullosos de la película, así que definitivamente debo verla. Me dio curiosidad saber por qué la gente decía "Swing Kids solo puede ser D.O.", debe significar que lo hizo tan bien. Como persona que cree en el Director, creo que mucha gente verá la película. Quiero verlo más rápido.

[+14; -0] No soy fan, pero a mi madre realmente le gusta Doh Kyungsoo después de ver 100 Days My Prince ㅋ Parece una bellota hermosa ㅋㅋ ㅋㅋㅋ No le estoy insultando.

[+12; -0] ¿Pero realmente se adapta a un personaje como este, un chico de campo tranquilo que es firme pero torpe, esa especie de sentimiento? Solo hay un puñado de actores que emiten este tipo de ambiente, D.O. es único ㅋㅋ Su rostro tampoco es malo

[+8; -0] Cuando el director vio a Doh Kyungsoo, dijo que parecía que había salido del guión, era el Roh Kisoo que el director imaginó. Estoy ansioso por ver la película

Q: Doh Kyungsoo, quien completó la pasión de Roh Kisoo a través de su actuación. Es la tarjeta más popular en la industria, ¿cuáles son sus pensamientos sobre el actor Doh Kyungsoo después de tener una experiencia de primera mano con él?

A: Estoy condenado. (Risas) También querré trabajar con él en otros trabajos, pero me preocupa que esté más ocupado de lo que está ahora. Durante nuestro primer encuentro, en el momento en que abrió la puerta, me reí para mí. "Ah, he encontrado la ventaja principal tan inesperadamente. ¿Cómo es que el personaje en mi guión está sentado justo frente a mí?" No puedo explicarlo, pero en ese momento pensé "esto es". Doh Kyungsoo era exactamente así.

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Magui  🐾

#EXO #EXO K #D.O #Traducción #181209

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I won’t ever let you go, wait for me to come home

A sound so sweet, of you and me - 15 - First distance

My hands are bitchy af so no big comment, but Mari, don’t read at work, and everyone else: if you need tissues I hope you have them

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Sleep was a bitch. Luna already tossed and turned in her bed for hours, yet she felt wide awake.

She’d tried everything. Counting sheep. Breathing exercises. Relaxing all her muscles. Her favorite sleeping position. Cuddling a pillow, cuddling two pillows.

Relaxing all her muscles while being in her favorite sleeping position and counting sheep.

Nothing set her free of her consciousness. All the empty space around her threw flashes into her mind like a neon sign on an empty highway, kept her eyes from closing.

Matteo would’ve dimmed those lights. He would’ve turned off all the voices and thoughts in her head with just one look, one touch, one kiss. His arms would’ve guided her like a lighthouse, leaded her to a safe haven where she’d find peace for the night.

But he wasn’t there.

Instead, Matteo was somewhere over the ocean, still on a plane or maybe again on a plane. He wasn’t there to be her lighthouse, and without him, she only found an unforgiving, cold sea.

And no sleep.

Eventually, she gave up. Crawled out of bed and sighed at the clock on her night stand telling her that she should long be dreaming. Sneaked into the hallway, her foot already on the staircase when she heard voices out of the living room.

They didn’t sound like her parents, more like this quirky moderator from her mom’s favorite cooking show, and the judge who probably survived on the tears he earned with his harsh critics.

She trotted into the living room.

Her dad rested against the back of the couch, soft snores hushing out every now and then, and his arm loosely wrapped around her mom. They snuggled just like she used to with Matteo during their movie nights.

Luna took a deep breath. Told herself not to be jealous of their parents. It was stupid, and it wouldn’t bring Matteo back either.

“Luna, sweetie, what’s wrong?”, her mom asked, eyes all on her and she wished her mom hadn’t teared apart from the TV. The last time she got out of bed in the middle of the night to see her parents had been years ago, after a particularly haunting nightmare, and nowadays, she told her parents about those in the morning.

In hindsight, missing Matteo left her more shaken than this nightmare.

Her mom elbowed Miguel, who first groaned, peeked through one eye, then blinked slowly at the sight of his daughter. “Huh? Luna? How long did I sleep? Why are you here?”

“I can’t sleep.” Luna sat down on the edge of the couch, feeling her shoulders caving down, feeling small. “At all.”

“Do you want me to make you some tea? Or a hot milk?”

Luna shook her head. Although she had prepared the very same tea for Matteo once he – they both – learned they were soulmates, she doubted it would do any good. Steaming drinks had helped before she knew the healing effect of his embrace, of his featherlight kisses and acapella lullabies. “I don’t want any tea.”

“Oh, sweetie”, her dad stroked her hand, but even her dad, who always knew a solution, or at least the right direction, ran out of words.

“Do you think he’ll come back soon?”

Her parents shared a look too obvious to miss. “Monica, did you give her the box yet?”, her dad finally said. “Which box?”, Luna shot back, heartbeat picking up. “What’s going on?”

Her parents smiled. Two minutes later, Luna did too.

To novio fresa: You are the bestest boyfriend in the world and I love you and I am the luckiest girl to have you

It wasn’t him in the box, of course not. But his favorite hoodie, and his shirts, and his perfume, and a letter she decided to read first thing in the morning. Now she understood why he insisted he had packed those clothes when she knew he hadn’t.

(Could a heart burst from too much love?)

The hoodie didn’t fit her, of course. Too loose on her shoulders, too long on her arms. It was unflattering in all the wrong places. Her dad laughed when he saw her putting it on, mumbling that she looked like a tent.

Yet, Luna never wanted to take it off.

She knew she had to, at least when the scent faded until it no longer reminded her of him. For now, however, she slipped back into her bed and let herself believe Matteo was with her.

It’d been cowardice to assume letting him go at the airport was the hardest part about him leaving.

The hardest part wasn’t watching him leave. It wasn’t falling asleep without being in his arms either. Or maybe it was, had been. Maybe she’d always discover new hardships, no matter how many she already conquered.

This time, it was waking up.

The last images of her dream whirled through her head as the first sun rays of the day danced in front of her eyes. Luna hummed at the familiar scent of her boyfriend tickling her nose, taking a deep breath to fill the tiniest corner of her lungs with it. Her hands slowly reached out in search for him.

They froze mid movement. Only cool air hit them, no one snoozing beside her to be cuddled. She was alone. Would be for who knew how many mornings and days and nights.

Luna sighed.

No new messages from him. If she thought about it twice, a reply likely wouldn’t follow until her afternoon – an infuriating concept. She hated waiting, wanted to turn the clocks but time was a force out of her control and she thought of her dad, who always said patience was a virtue and how she never quite managed to embrace this virtue.

“Did you sleep well?”, her mom asked first thing after Luna walked into the kitchen and sat down by the table.

“Except for the part where I woke up, yeah, I did”, she mumbled while she nipped on her orange juice. Her mom smiled at her, tousling her hair. “It’ll get better, believe me. And maybe he’ll be back sooner than you both know.”

Holding back the sarcastic comment on the tip of her tongue, Luna nodded. No one needed to find out how little she trusted Matteo’s parents.

Skating and meeting her friends was supposed to distract her from the gaping hole by her side for a while. During the last days, no, weeks if she was honest, she had neglected everyone around her for the sake of Matteo.

Now, she found that her mind somehow still paid little to no attention to her friends, despite her best efforts. They sat in the Roller, all gathered around two tables bursting with milkshakes and juices and soda. Vivid chatter erupted, mostly about the first days of summer vacation, it seemed to be the only interesting topic on earth. Jim ranted over the cute dresses she’d seen two days ago in the mall but couldn’t afford all at once. Yam talked about possible matching costumes for the next Open. Ramiro mentioned this new skating park somewhere down the city, while Nina tried to convince Gastón to go to a science exhibition. And Luna… Luna sat there, head in the clouds, heart in Italy.

Back when Matteo and her weren’t dating yet – when the idea of kissing him caused her cheeks to redden – she had thought about how much she was occupied with daydreams of him. The memory, compared to now, made her chuckle. She’d experienced drizzle and named it a storm, she’d come close to a flame and thought she was on fire. She’d called it being in love and had been barely aware of the depths of that feeling.

Now she walked through a storm, now she lit up in flames, now she realized the ocean she floated in.

Everything led back to him. Listening to her friends reminded her of how he usually stood behind her, squeezing her shoulder or stroking her arm or pecking her hair. Putting her skates on reminded her of the time he kneeled down to tie her laces and make lame Cinderella jokes. (She had laughed anyway.) Skating reminded her of all the steps he had shown her, the feeling of defying gravity together, and the trophy on her shelf.

Every path her brain took led back to him. All she wanted was for her feet to do the same.

Novio fresa: I love you too, and I will totally print this message

Incoming video call from chico_fresa

Chica_delivery accepted

He looked different.

Luna couldn’t help but notice the shadows looming over his smile as the window revealing his face popped up on her laptop. Italy changed him, his skin had paled in the winter there, and she spotted the same dark circles under her eyes that her friends complained about as well.

Maybe he didn’t look so much different as far away.

“Chico fresa”, she said, heart skipping a beat. Although she had barely done anything this day so far, she felt out of breath just at the sight of him.

“How’s my favorite chica delivery?”

Her mouth formed a curve, nearly a circle, but her eyes felt like the rain clouds ruining a summer day. She tried to ignore the upcoming tears. “You have more than one chica delivery? I knew I shouldn’t have let you go to Italy, I should’ve just locked you in my room or something.”

With the chuckle that ensued, the little dimples showed up and hushed the sadness in his expressions away. She loved those dimples, she loved seeing him lighting up and she loved the beard he wore, no matter how badly it tickled while she kissed him.

If only she could kiss him now.

“Yeah, maybe”, Matteo replied, then shrugged. “But you can’t tell me you’ve been better, you probably skated into three different people just yesterday.”

“That’s not true!”, she proclaimed only to surrender under his disbelieving glare and his smirk. “I wasn’t skating yesterday.”

“Then you might do that today. Or didn’t you bring your skates with you to Mexico?” Upon the implication – Did you forget them? – Luna realized how much she truly had missed him. Nowadays, missing him was less striking, less obvious. She slept better, went on about her day and focused on her friends more. Kept moving on with her life.

Yet, the dull pain in her chest stayed through every day and as she watched him be his truest fresa self, her heart went up in flames again.

Luna swallowed the knot in her throat down. “No, they’re right here”, she said before she bowed down to pick them up and hold them into the camera. “Unlike you, I bet I at least get to skate. Do you have snow there yet?”

Sighing, Matteo picked his laptop up, tilting the screen until her eyes found the view out of his window. White everywhere. It covered the whole street, the cars, the houses, wrapped the tiniest bits of the world in this stunning blanket.

She’d never seen anything like it. “It’s so beautiful.”

“It’s cold and I’m sick of it”, Matteo grunted.

“So, you don’t like being home?”

“This isn’t home to me. My home is where you are.”

Suddenly, the knot in her throat reappeared. Tears built up in the corner of her eyes. She missed him, she craved him, she wanted to touch him, kiss him, fall asleep next to him. Knowing she couldn’t broke her heart just as much as hearing he missed her so much too.

“Don’t be so corny.” Her voice frayed at the end, the result of choking on her own words because in no way was she able to conceal her yearning for him. “I miss you. It’s not fair that you’re so far away.”

“You know I will come back.”

That got her heart skipping a beat. So far, his parents refused to break their silence over how long they’d stay in Europe, but this sounded like a silver lining, like the end of their suffering and simply the thought sent her into euphoria. “Really? When? Before I’m back in Buenos Aires?”

Hesitation drowned her hopes when Matteo shrugged, no smile on his face. “I don’t know.”

“Oh.” Of course.

“But I promised, remember? Now, look me in the eyes”, he leaned in to the camera until all she saw was half of his face, “And believe me, I will come back.”

At first, she giggled, the close-up pulled everything about him out of perspective and it looked too funny to not laugh. But then, she noticed the reddish hint in his eyes.

“Matteo, did you cry? Is everything okay?”  

For a moment, he stared at her, blank faced. A sigh. More silence.

“I had a fight with my dad.”

Luna frowned. Fights with his dad seemed to be normal for him, yet something still seemed off. His tone, however, told her he had no intention to talk about it, so she nodded. She didn’t plan on fighting with him over his parents, not again, not when she couldn’t hug him afterwards and tell him he deserved better than them.

“But it doesn’t matter, okay? But I want to hear everything about Cancún. Did you buy flowers and put them down where we first met?”

To novio fresa: Good night, love ♥ I hope tomorrow it sucks a bit less than today

He began their Skype session the exact same way he did the last time. And the other two times before that. “So, Luna, who did you run into today?”

As expected, her reaction swayed from eye rolling to an amused chuckle to a suspicious flush of pink color on her cheeks. By now, she had given up on telling him she wasn’t the one to blame for their first encounter. Not because she voluntarily surrendered, no, but because he reminded her of every single time she had run into him or someone else after that.

Perhaps he shouldn’t enjoy teasing her so much about it.

“No one!”, she claimed. Matteo already raised his eyebrow when her expression fell flat out of nowhere. “Except… oh.”

“Oh?”

Oh didn’t sound good. Luna didn’t look good, her reaction didn’t look good. Her eyes avoided the camera, she had stopped mid-sentence, no attempt to speak further and he immediately thought of the worst-case scenario possible. His head provided him with those at least three times a day, yet he had never been so close to believing any of them.

Until now.

“What happened? What is it? Something bad?” Maybe his own voice sounded almost shrill only for him. Maybe he acted more relaxed than he actually felt.

Or maybe not.

Luna sighed. “It’s okay, really, just… something annoying.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

She continued to avoid his gaze, fixing either his hair or some point on the wall behind him, sometimes she stared away from the screen altogether. Whatever had happened, Matteo prayed it wasn’t any of the nightmares in his head.

“Well, I kinda ran into an old friend from school today and we began to catch up on each other’s lives, you know, because we haven’t seen each other in a year and anyway, it was all cool and nice until I told her I found my soulmate and she doubted I was soulmates with a, I quote, ‘major hottie’, let alone dated him. Oh, and apparently I shouldn’t be sure you are my soulmate, because I couldn’t tell right away when I said your name. Apparently you just, again I quote, ‘know it instantly’. Coming from someone who hasn’t even found her soulmate yet. That girl reads too many soulmate fics, if you ask me.”  

At the waterfall of words raining down on him, Matteo blinked. Waited. Took a deep breath. “Wow.”

“I showed her your Instagram, but she still doesn’t really believe you’re not faking it with me.”

Honestly, he wanted to laugh about this. It already tickled his throat, the desire to mock this mindless girl. But he didn’t. He swallowed it down and leaned closer to his laptop, as if somehow he’d feel closer to her. If Luna got this sarcastic, she must’ve been more affected than she wanted to be.

“Luna, hey, listen. To me you’re the most beautiful person on earth, and I am most definitely not faking anything with you. I love you.” (Sappy, an inner voice sounding remarkably close to Gastón commented.) “Don’t listen to that girl, she’s only jealous.”

Finally, a tiny smile on her lips. His heart felt less heavy now. “What, no self-centered ‘I know I’m hot’?”, she answered.

“Well, if you insist…”

Luna shouted before he ever had the chance to come up with a follow-up. “NO! No, I liked it. Thank you.”

“I love you, little moon.” He almost missed the soft smile she sent him because he stole a glimpse at his guitar, wondering if he should change plans and not tell her quite yet about his little surprise. Or his big one.

“I love you too, astronaut.”

To novia delivery: Tell your weird friend to check my Instagram one more time

To novia delivery: And you should check it out too :D

Matteo_fresa uploaded a new video.

This is for my favorite person in the world (@punmast3r don’t complain to me), I love and miss you and I hope we’ll get to sing it together soon #vivesenmi

#soy luna #lutteo #my sl fanfiction #a sound so sweet of you and me

[laceymceckron-blog]

Showing up isn't always easy for this gal!!! The to-do list is enormous and continues to grow, but ya know what..... it's always gonna be there! It's never going away so I've gotten better at just letting some things go. What I do know, is that if I don't show up for myself the inner negative chatter begins, the anxiety creeps in and bad decisions are made 🍕🍰🍬 Then I'm upset & depressed with myself ⚖️😾 It's a vicious cycle that's hard to break which is why I've learned to make myself a priority 🤗 How are you showing up for yourself? What do you practice to keep your sanity 😉 (at Chico, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnFKZhNAf6B/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zn30584z98lx

[tabloidtoc]

People, June 8

Cover: Lori Loughlin Pleads Guilty -- why she finally confessed 

Page 1: Chatter -- Jerry Seinfeld cracking about why he hasn’t returned to TV after Seinfeld, Tracee Ellis Ross on getting compared to her mom Diana Ross, Blake Shelton pretending he can’t even be in the same room as fellow Voice coach Nick Jonas, Sarah Michelle Gellar on her quarantine wardrobe, John Legend joking to his wife Chrissy Teigen, Pamela Anderson revealing her thoughts on the 2017 Baywatch movie adaptation 

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Mindy Kaling is writing Legally Blonde 3, a Friends cookbook will hit shelves in September, Twitter spreads the love, the trikini hits the beach, Jason Derulo shows the wrong way to eat corn on the cob 

Page 5: Contents 

Page 6: StarTracks -- Jason Momoa hit the road in Southern California with his vintage motorcycle 

Page 7: Jay Leno was riding in style when he went for a cruise around Beverly Hills, Tyler the Creator performed a balancing act during a bike ride around L.A. 

Page 8: Stars’ Best Friends -- Diplo and his dog, Chace Crawford and his dog Shiner, Lana Condor and her dog Emmy, Martha Stewart and dogs Creme Brulee and Emperor Han, Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes and dogs Leo and Thunder, Please Adopt, Don’t Shop 

Page 9: Brie Bella and twin Nikki Bella show off their baby bumps, Lizzo in the pool, Owen Wilson went for a swim in the ocean in Malibu, Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos congratulated son Michael Consuelos on his virtual graduation from NYU 

Page 10: Stars Staying Active -- Tampa Bay Buccaneers QB Tom Brady along with Tiger Woods and Peyton Manning helped raise $20 million for coronavirus relief at a celebrity gold tournament in Hobe Sound, Jonah Hill surfing in Malibu, Gavin Rossdale played a shirtless game of tennis in L.A. 

Page 11: Oprah Winfrey and longtime partner Stedman Graham put together a puzzle on a weekday night, Carrie Underwood in a pool ready look, pregnant Katherine Schwarzenegger Pratt matched with mom Maria Shriver while on a walk with brother Patrick Schwarzenegger, Dwyane Wade revealed his fire-engine red hair 

Page 13: Ana de Armas meets Ben Affleck’s kids -- it’s getting serious 

Page 14: Matt Lauer battles Ronan Farrow 

Page 16: Heart Monitor -- Lili Reinhart and Cole Sprouse split, Meghan King and Christian Schauf new couple, Kim Kardashian West and Kanye West happy anniversary, Max Ehrich and Demi Lovato heating up 

Page 19: Prince William on his scariest moment 

Page 21: Tyler Hubbard and Brian Kelley of Florida Georgia Line on music and marriage and family life in isolation, Kandi Burruss goes from RHOA to The Masked Singer 

Page 22: Passages, Why I Care -- Sandra Lee is working with World Food Program USA to help end the hunger crisis 

Page 23: John Loengard 1934-2020

Page 24: Stories to Make You Smile -- for her 45th birthday an inspiring woman carries out 45 acts of kindness, a newborn photo shoot for a kitten spreads joy 

Page 27: People Picks -- Space Force 

Page 28: Dirty John: The Betty Broderick Story, Central Park 

Page 29: Ramy, One to Watch -- pop star ALMA 

Page 30: The High Note, Queer Eye, Future -- High Off Life, Q&A Yvonne Orji 

Page 32: Books -- must-reads for summer 

Page 34: Cover Story -- Lori Loughlin and Mossimo Giannulli plead guilty -- why they finally confessed -- in a surprise move the couple agree to a last-chance deal in the college admissions cheating scandal: they deeply regret what they did 

Page 40: Orphaned by COVID-19 -- their father died of cardiac arrest in 2012 and now they’ve lost their mom to the coronavirus but the 6 Rutter siblings won’t let anything tear their family apart 

Page 44: Sofia Vergara’s Post-Modern Life -- the new America’s Got Talent judge talks about time at home with her loved ones and moving on from Modern Family 

Page 46: Kim Campbell on the Glen Campbell I Loved -- in a new memoir Glen’s widow shares the story of their decades together and the pain of his battles with alcoholism and Alzheimer’s 

Page 53: Kristin Scott Thomas -- What I Know Now -- the actress on memorable roles, healing from tragedy and why she never moved to Hollywood 

Page 56: Zac Brown -- A Grammy Winner’s New Moves -- the singer opens up about taking musical risks and how self-isolating has let him slow down and focus on his five kids 

Page 60: Glennon Doyle and Abby Wambach -- How We Found Love and Our True Selves -- the bestselling author and her soccer star wife open up about letting go of their painful pasts and finding joy in the new life and blended family they’ve created together 

Page 64: Singer Jhene Aiko finding peace after tragedy -- when her brother died of cancer the R&B star struggled with deep despair; now she’s healing and making hits 

Page 67: Amazing Transformations -- these 7 people (and a dog) changed their lives 

Page 68: Chelsea Fearce from homeless teen to Yale medical student 

Page 69: Sharon Osbourne from redhead to silver-haired icon 

Page 70: Kiah Twisselman from self-sabotager to weight-loss coach, Chico from shelter dog to movie star 

Page 71: Isaac Budmen and Stephanie Keefe from tech entrepreneurs to PPE manufacturers 

Page 73: Leslie Campbell from restaurant manager to zero-waste expert 

Page 75: Guy Fieri from flavortown to fundraising 

Page 87: Second Look -- Jimmy Fallon and Elmo 

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Josh Gad

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