#drunken Christmas opinions.

[badpodling]

Unpopular opinion:

Shao Kahn should have absolutely trashed Kotal Kahn in that first fight in MK11.

Like, that was my favourite fight scene in all of MK11. But when you look at the lore, Shao Kahn should have crushed Kotal.

#shao kahn #kotal kahn #mortal kombat #mk #mk11 #i may be biased #but i remember how shao kahn actually used to be a threat. #drunken Christmas opinions.

[ingravinoveritas]

Hi!

Have you seen Georgia's insta story? She's filming david and one of the kids called her a creep

https://instagram.com/stories/georgiatennantofficial/3212913988487468030?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

The only purpose of the video is just showing that even the kids think that her filming david all the time is weird

Like, yeah all of it is probs a joke but it rubs me the wrong way🤔

What's your opinion? Your blog is the 1st place i go to when i see news abt DT, GO or MS

(Grouping together since these are related.)

Hi there! Oh, I hadn't seen Georgia's Insta story until I saw your Ask, so thank you for bringing it to my attention.

A little backstory, for those who haven't seen it: Today was David's panel at NYCC, and he started to tell an anecdote about being given a pair of shoes for Christmas when members of the audience began shouting out telling him to tie his (very pink) shoes that were untied on stage. David actually tied the shoes, and the video of the moment was posted by NYCC on Twitter. An hour or so later, Georgia jumped in with a response and at the same time, posted this story on Insta (and the photo in Georgia's tweet appears to be from the same day that the video was taken):

For my part, I was under the impression that this was not a recent video, so to your question @phantomstars24, I don't think she is actually at NYCC with David. Rather, it looks like Georgia was searching for David's name on Twitter (again) and found a place to jump in with the screenshot and video.

In giving my opinion on this, I have to reference Georgia's Insta story from last month at the festival she and David attended, where she recorded him while he was walking and eating his ice cream:

Here, we see David take notice of the fact that Georgia is recording, after wondering why she was walking so slowly. He turns away for a moment, then looks back at her and says, "It's never gonna stop," and his voice is uncharacteristically...terse. He doesn't smile, or laugh, or give any indication that he is kidding (that I picked up on, at least). David's energy and the video as a whole just seemed off, but like many of Georgia's posts, it was written off as a joke.

The voice we heard of one of Georgia's children in today's video reminded me of that. Leaving aside the fact that this child actually flat-out called Georgia a "creep" (for which I'm also hard-pressed to find some alternate/jokey meaning) for recording David, the theme in both of these videos is Georgia constantly recording David for the sake of having content. And as we saw with today's Insta story, her then saving that content to use at a later date. I know the people who hate-read my blog will insist that Georgia gets permission from David before posting anything on social media and that he's fine with it, but it is really hard to think that he seems fine in the video from the festival. And how okay would any of us be if our partner constantly took video of us not to make cute memories, but so they can use it to prove a point later on?

As I've said before, all we get is this little slice of their lives that Georgia shares on social media. But increasingly, those little slices are starting to look like moments that might have been better left unrecorded/not posted to social media. To hear Georgia's own child call her out like that was jarring, but it also made me wonder how much they do see/what they think of what they are seeing. Even now it says something that they're already aware of her social media use and the lengths she is going to for content. (For that matter, I wonder what they will think in the future, such as if/when Birdie sees Georgia's Insta post calling her a "drunken accident"...)

Again, this could easily all be chalked up to me just missing whatever the joke/dry humor is here, but these were the impressions I had from seeing Georgia's content today. Happy as always to hear what others think, however, so feel free to chime in on this post...

#electronic-chocolate #phantomstars24 #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #it is puzzling to me that everything with her gets written off as a joke #because at some point there are things that stop being funny #but it seems increasingly difficult to tell where that point is #i know if it were i would find it unsettling to be with someone who is constantly storing things away to use as 'ammunition' #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #thoughts #nycc 2023 #discourse

[ohtobeleah]

To all my followers:

I’m getting these out a few days early as I’m heading off to my mums for the next few days to enjoy the festivities. (Drunken antics loading ~ please hold)

I’d like to take this moment to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Thank-you for your support, your love, your kindness and generosity (tips) this past year. I know I speak on behalf of some fan-fiction writers when I say that a part of the reason we share our beloved ideas with you guys is because we know you love them just as much as we do.

You guys are the reason I continue to do this year after year, fandom to fandom. Some of you follow me around some of you silently support from the background — either way I see you and I thank you.

To those of you who consistently comment, reblog and share my work I truly thank you and appreciate you from the bottom of my heart. Those reblogs and reposts mean the most the me especially when you add your own thoughts and valued opinions.

To my anons, thank-you for keeping me entertained. I know I don’t get around to all of them but I see you and I appreciate you.

To my mutuals, you guys are fucking awesome. I just don’t even know what else to say. If you see me in your DM’s later just know it’s all from the heart.

Merry Christmas to the entire TopGun family. From Glen Powell and his naked perfect ass to my backseat homies who might still be getting used to the fandom!

~ Love Leah ~

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

On the Tenth day of Fluffmas, Queendee gave to you... drunken eggnog confessions with poly! Ghostface!

Billy Loomis x reader x Stu Macher

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: the three of you drunk, cursing, reader not knowing that Billy and Stu were the killers, confessions of feelings on all three parties.

The fire was softly popping in the fireplace as soft holiday music echoes throughout your house. Black Christmas was playing on the television as you and your best friends chatted while sitting on your sofa.

Pouring another round of alcoholic eggnog, you feel yourself let lose around the two men that you've known ever since the three of you were kids.

You couldn't deny that over the years you've been quite enamored with both Billy and Stu. To you, it was strange to have an attraction to both of them at the same time, you've tried everything to hide it once the both of them stared dating other people.

It was long past your high-school years and the three of you were the sole survivors of the stab killings. You honestly didn't know how the three of you pushed through the pain of losing your friends but the three of you survived through it all.

Stu's voice brought you away from your drunken thoughts, causing you to look at his blue eyes.

"If you had to pick between Billy and myself, who would you want to date?"

A quiet tension filled the air as you felt your heart paced rapidly. You didn't want to say how you cared for both men equally, yet the booze in the eggnog gave you a sense of courage as you responded.

"Don't judge me for this, I wouldn't pick."

You started nervously as you downed the rest of the eggnog in your glass before continuing.

"I care about both of you equally and both of you are attractive in my opinion. I can see the way the both of you look at each other, I simply can't go in between that shit."

The eyes of both Billy and Stu watched you with such intensity as they heard your tipsy words. The two men exchanged knowing glances towards each other before Billy smirked before pulling you into his lap.

"If Stu and I were to be completely honest with you, we both have been wanting to get with you since high school."

He spoke while his hands were rubbing light circles around your hips, his chin ghosting against your collarbone.

"At first, we tried fighting against each other for you.."

You could feel your heart beating faster as Stu moves towards the both of you on the sofa, moving you to where your legs were on Stu's lap. His cool hands tickled against the exposed skin of your legs.

"But I believe Billy and I could agree that we could both have you."

Stu leans towards you, giving your lips a quick peck- the taste of the eggnog he had earlier was rather addictive.

"Together"

It was Billy's turn to give your lips a kiss. Stu carefully plays with your hair while he left wet kisses down the exposed skin of your neck.

#queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #slashers imagines #queendees 12 days of fluffmas 2022 #fluffmas 2022: day ten #poly ghostface imagines #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis imagine #stu macher imagine #gender neutral reader #dees sweet tea #tw drinking #tw alcoholic eggnog mentions

[tabbbbyyyy]

CAT FIC TIME

FULL DISCLOSURE THIS IS NOT A SHIP FIC ITS ALL PLATONIC PEOPLE CAN JUST BE FRIENDS OK.

And yes, I know this is too long with too many line breaks it just happens sometimes.

Dude I litteraly had to Google what conners nickname for Mother Goose was for this I forgot it🥲

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In retrospect, this was a fucking stupid idea. Let a drunk Mother Goose into the prank spell book collection when she still held a grudge against Xanthous for stealing the last slice of Brystals chocolate cake. Although, to be fair, it was very nice cake and in her drunken mind, this meant war.

I should probably clarify that it was Christmas eve and therefore a perfectly normal day to get absolutely wasted and bake cakes.

She giggled to herself as she scanned down the page she had chosen. It said that it was a spell to turn an unsuspecting bypasser to turn into an animal, whatever best represented them, for about 15 minutes. It was simple, just a phrase spoken aloud would do the trick, However, it warned that it was to be casted while sober and clear minded as if the pronunciation of complicated spells is done wrong, it would be corrupted and therefore be unpredictable in who it affected and for how long. Lucy completely ignored this passage as if it was invisible and instead chose to cast it anyways as, as Lucy slurred to herself,

"I dunno, mabye it'll make that idiot like green or something"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Said "idiot" was currently sitting on a rug in the living room calmly sipping his coffee as he chatted to Emerelda about the new book they had both read. They both happened to be of the opinion that it was unequivocally shite. Can't win everything they supposed. Shame though.

They were oblivious to the footsteps plodding down the main staircase. Mother Goose hid a giggle behind her hand as she paused before the bend in the staircase hiding her from view.

"Sure im was well into middle age", thought Mother Goose "but can't a gal have some fun?" And with that she jumped out from the stairs and yelled the incantation while pointing at Xanthous, butchering the pronunciation so bad it would probably kill the man who had written the spell book in the first place( if it wasn't for the fact that he had already died about four decades ago).

Neither Xanthous nor Emerelda had time to form a measured response to this or even enough to turn around before a bright flash of light hit both of them, something Lucy hazily registered as Bad. A loud bang sounded, then a short fizzle that died away as the light did revealing.. nothing? Lucy glanced around in mild panic(only mild, she was still rather angry about the cake and not completely thinking straight) the experience sobering her up enough to realise that looking around at head height for animals wasn't very smart given that not many animals were quite tall enough for that. Slowly, with a sense of trepidation, Mother Goose looked down to the carpet on which stood two cats both blinking up at her with shock. One was a light ginger Maine Coon with darker patterns akin to flames across its back and startlingly yellow eyes. The other was of indeterminate breed but had deep grey (almost black) fur, and bright green eyes. It had an almost greenish undertone to its fur.

"Ohhh shit" Mother Goose gulped.

"Mrrp?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Conner and Alex, who had just returned from the Otherworld, had quite the suprise when walking into the living room. Namely, the suprise of seeing an old lady perched on the back of a sofa trying to reason with two very disgruntled looking cats.

"Hey... it was just a little spell, that's all.. it'll wear off in a bit?" Lucy reasoned as she put her hands up in mock surrender.

"Mother Goose?"

"O.M.G!"

Lucy whipped her head around at the noise, a mix of relief and amusement painted on her face.

"Hiya kiddos", she grinned nervously "dont suppose y'all could help me out?"

"Uh, Mother Goose, what the hell are you doing?" Conner asked tilting his head and scrunching up his nose in confusion.

"Well," Lucy started", I may have cast a little spell..."

The black cat hissed at Mother Goose as its fur shimmered, akin to a gemstone or stained glass. The ginger one growled and the ends of its fur caught aflame, glowing bright in the dull light of the candelabras placed around the room.

"Oh." Said Alex in understanding "you turned Emerelda and Xanthous into cats, didn't you Mother Goose."

"I ..well..." she sighed "yes."

The cats both turned to face the twins, took in the situation, and dulled their respective powers. Now that they were placated a bit due to the twins presences and their need to stay professional, the twins had time to actually look at the cats. Yep, definitely Xanthous and Emerelda. Fuck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the council had appeared in twos and threes from their respective corners of the Palace. Mother Goose sheepishly filled them in of the situation at hand. They came to the agreement that it was best to just wait it out (then laugh at the two fairies afterwards but that part was left mainly unspoken). They all stayed in the living room however, to "drink into Christmas" as Tangerina put it (Par the twins who were too young to drink of course)

After this, said cats had strolled off to Emerelda's bedroom, due to its comforting feel. They sat side by side on the bed, curled up but not asleep. Waiting wasn't either of their strong suits and they were both anxious to get back to being fairies so they could kic- I mean calmly berate Lucy. It was odd, being a cat. Too much fur. And the embarrassing urge to purr contentedly when you're curled up on a soft bed. Xanthous listened to the chatting downstairs, his feline ears pricking up and flames crackling quietly as he absentmindedly eavesdropped on the conversation going on downstairs, whilst not really taking in any information. Emerelda ignored the voices her improved hearing picked up and tried her best to rest without accidentally falling asleep.

A bang.

Simultaneously, both cats shot up from the bed, ears pinned back in distress, instantly on alert. Perhaps from cat instincts, perhaps from previous experience with loud mysterious bangs. It's hard to tell, really. Their fur stood on end, making them look rather like electrocuted raccoons. They looked at each other in shared fear. What the fuck would be making those noises this late at night? Then it struck them and their eyes widened in sync with each other.

Fireworks.

Of course, it was Christmas eve. Shit.

A few more erratic bangs sounded. It didn't matter that they knew what they were, they were still deafening due to the new ears. Xanthous whimpered quietly, slinking backwards as his flames peaked and trying to make himself shrink to as small as possible. Emerelda's tail whipped back and forth as she too stepped back, instinctively moving in closer to Xanthous, knowing he never liked this kind of thing even as a fairy. Xanthous welcomed this with relief and curled in close to Emerelda as they both flopped back down on the mattress. Their paws intertwined as they curled up in a pile, both seeking out the comfort of their oldest friend. Or one of them at least. They hunkered down and waited for the worst to pass, closing their eyes and keeping their ears pinned back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The council and the twins were watching the fireworks out of the living room window with interest. It was a rather beautiful display, although some was covered by trees. All in all, a satisfying display.

Something was nagging at Skylene though. She felt as if she was forgetting something. Was something missing perhaps? Was someone missing? Well Xanthous and Emerelda weren't here but they had disappeared because they had been pissed.... because they had had a spell put on them.... because they were... cats.. with cat ears... when there was fireworks...

Oh shit. That can't be good.

"What about Emerelda and Xanthous?!" She blurted out suddenly.

"What about them, Xanny and Em are just upstairs" dismissed Mother Goose, waving around a glass of wine with reckless abandon.

"Fireworks have to be awful for them, being cats and all." Argued Skylene.

"Oh," Lucy said, the effect of her spell just dawning on her,"whoops"

The rest of the council and the twins, attention dragged away from the fireworks, frowned disapprovingly (well except for coral who can do no wrong).

"Ight fine, jeez yall are harsh," muttered Lucy,"I'll go check on them, make sure they haven't like, exploded or anything"

Tangerina sighed and rolled her eyes. Skylene raised an incredulous eyebrow. The rest of the room turned back to the fireworks one by one, the situation was dealt with.

Mother Goose slowly lugged herself up the stairs. It not that she didn't feel bad for turning them into cats, she did, but why does every one of her pranks always have to end up wrong? It was supposed to be only Xanthous, and it was well past 15 minutes by now.

"Should've read the bloody small print" she muttered to herself as she rounded the top of the curved staircase and set off along the corridor. She tried Xanthouses room first, with no luck. Her heart rate sped up. As much as she said she hated the council, she couldn't truly deny that she didn't care. She knew that Xanthous would hate the fireworks, and even more as a cat. She tried Emerelda's next, at least she should be there right? As she peered into the room, she had to slam a hand over her face to hide a rather un-Mother-Goose-like squeal.

Emerelda was here, but tangled up in a ball of fur with Xanthous. Xanthouses fire was out, and he was asleep but purring gently. Emerelda was drowsy, but cracked open one green eye to stare disapprovingly at Lucy. Her fur shimmered threateningly as to show Mother Goose that she still had her magic, then, perceiving no threat, she closed her eye and curled back into Xanthouses fur. Lucy still had a hand over her mouth muffling what had now turned to incredulous laughter.

"Holy shit," she thought," but why are they so calm about me seeing this?" She pondered this for less than a second, before making the decision that, yeah that's really not that odd, everyone here is clingy as shit. She watched them for a second more, hand now hiding a small smile, and listened to their conteded purring. "See! Sometimes I do useful shit!"thought Lucy triumphantly, ignoring the fact that it was a complete accident on her part.

And with that, Mother Goose walked out, closed the door softly, and strolled back down to the living room. The fireworks stopped seconds later and the others turned away from the main window.

"Are they OK?" Asked Alex, brow furrowing in worry.

"Yeah," said Lucy, remnants of a smile still gracing her features," they don't seem very worried about it". She sat down on the sofa and picked up her glass of wine, squinted at it and then,

"Yeah let's get something stronger, ima go grab the whiskey, you wanna have the rest of this shit Conner?"

"NO-"

"LUCY-"

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What I imagine Xanthous and Emerelda as looking like in this

Thx for reading yall, sorry this took so long. Also yea after this Lucy gets the shit beaten out of her(not pictured).

If yall spot any grammar errors or shit pls tell me this was not beta'd.

#the land of stories #a tale of magic #the fairy council #xanthous #emerelda #emerelda stone #xanthous hayfield #lucy goose #conner bailey #alex bailey

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)

No one requested this, but I answered asks for all the other main Christmas Carol characters last year, so it's high time I answered one for the iconic protagonist.

Favorite thing about them: His redemption arc, and how kind, generous, and full of joy he becomes by the end. Also the fact that Dickens breaks the standard rule of "Make the protagonist likable" and depicts a very unpleasant man, yet throws him into situations that make us engage with him even before he becomes likable, and then steadily earns our sympathy for him.

Least favorite thing about them: Well, he's obviously not a good person at the beginning of the story. That's the whole point.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I tend to be less social than many people are.

*I can be greedy and self-absorbed at times, though I try not to be.

*I try to be generous to those in need, as he is by the end.

Three things I don't have in common:

*I'm not an elderly British man.

*I'm not a business owner.

*I've never been a nasty miser.

Favorite line:

"If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart."

Explaining to Marley's Ghost why he doesn't believe in him:

“Because a little thing affects them. A slight disorder of the stomach makes them cheats. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”

To the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come:

“Ghost of the Future! I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?... Lead on! Lead on! The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit!

How vow of redemption:

“I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future! The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this! I say it on my knees, old Jacob; on my knees!”

His giddy joy immediately afterwards:

“I don’t know what to do! I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world. Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!”

His prank on Bob Cratchit:

“Now, I’ll tell you what, my friend, I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer. And therefore... and therefore I am about to raise your salary!”

brOTP: In his past, his sister Fan, his fellow apprentice Dick Wilkins, Fezziwig as a mentor/father figure to him, and Jacob Marley, to whatever extent they were really friends and not just partners. In his future, Bob Cratchit, Tiny Tim, the rest of Cratchit family, his nephew Fred, Fred's wife, and their soon-to-be-born baby.

OTP: Belle in his youth; in the present, none.

nOTP: Any of the ghosts or the Cratchit children.

Random headcanon: He's of Scottish descent. His family's surname was originally the Scottish "Scroggie" (from which Dickens may have derived his name in real life), but they Anglicized it to "Scrooge" when they came to England.

Unpopular opinion: Even though almost every adaptation shows him sharing romantic moments with Belle at Fezziwig's party, in the book I don't think their engagement took place until after his apprenticeship with Fezziwig. In the scene showing Belle with her husband and children on the night Marley died, her youngest child is just a baby, so she was still of childbearing age just 7 years before Scrooge's redemption. This seems to imply that she's much younger than Scrooge. I don't mind this fact; age gaps were common between couples of their generation. But apprentices in that era were usually teenagers, so unless teenage Scrooge started courting Belle when she was 10 or 11 years old, I sincerely doubt they were already sweethearts when he was Fezziwig's apprentice.

Song I associate with them:

Many songs from the many musical adaptations, but chiefly these.

From Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol:

"Ringle Ringle"

"All Alone in the World"

From the musical Scrooge:

"I Hate People"

"I'll Begin Again"

From The Muppet Christmas Carol:

"Scrooge"

"A Thankful Heart"

From Alan Menken and Lynn Ahrens' A Christmas Carol: The Musical:

"Nothing to Do With Me"

"Yesterday, Tomorrow, and Today/God Bless Us, Every One"

Favorite pictures of them:

These classic illustrations by John Leech:

Sir Seymour Hicks in the 1935 film:

Reginald Owen in the 1938 film (is it true or just a rumor that his wispy tufts of hair inspired the similar feather tufts of Scrooge McDuck?):

Alastair Sim in the 1951 film:

George C. Scott in the 1984 TV film:

Michael Caine in The Muppet Christmas Carol:

#character ask #a christmas carol #ebenezer scrooge #ask game #fictional characters #Youtube

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

Part-Time Lover- E.M.

This was hard to write. I don't like writing Eddie as the bad guy. Sorry it's so short, but ask and you shall receive!

Eddie makes the worst decision of his life.

Separate Ways - Euclid

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, Drinking, Smoking, infidelity, non-consensual kissing, allusions to smut at the end

Pairings- Eddie X Chrissy Cunningham

Word Count- 1,722

(Gif not mine, Credit to owner!)

When Steve said he was throwing a New Year’s party, Eddie thought it would just be the usual suspects; Eddie, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and the kids. Eddie was feeling down about you leaving again to go back to Utah, so he figured it might cheer him up to have few drinks, smoke a few joints, and watch the ball drop with his friends, then call you when your time zone struck midnight. He had been at home moping since the day after Christmas, so a change of scenery would be nice. But when he pulled up to Steve’s house, it was crawling with a bunch of drunken teenagers and twenty-somethings raging to loud music. Eddie breathed a heavy sigh, wondering who it was that turned this from a small gathering to a massive house party, debating turning around and going home before finally turning the engine to his van off. Regardless of how many people were there, it would still be nice to spend some time with friends rather than spend the night crying about the 1500 miles of distance between you and him. 

Eddie made his way into the party, squeezing through the gaps of the sweaty dancing couples littered around Steve’s front room, eyes scanning the place in search of one of his friends. Finally, as he approaches the kitchen, he hears Robin’s loud, booming laughter as Nancy tells what was probably not a really funny joke, judging by the disappointed look on Jonathan’s face. “Hey, guys!” Eddie announces himself as he squishes his way into the circle of them. They all greet him with varying levels of enthusiasm before going back to their conversation, not really making an effort to include him now that he’s arrived. Eddie’s never really been good with situations like this. And, really, the only reason he usually ever came to these sorts of functions was for you. You were really the social butterfly out of the two of you, always making sure Eddie was included in the conversations and jokes you shared with the rest of the party.  

Eddie breaths a soft sigh before ladling himself a glass of hooch, or what Steve liked to call “The Tropical Russian,” which was basically equal parts Vodka and Coconut Rum mixed with lemonade and Blue Curacao. God awful tasting, in Eddie’s opinion, but it would at least make the anxiety of the sea of people surrounding him dull a bit as he wades through toward the back door for a smoke.  

The back yard is a little more tolerable, noise wise. With the pool closed, there aren’t many people out. Only a few couples making out at the edge of the tree line and a few other smokers puffing on their cigarettes and joints, their smoky breath more visible in the teeth-chattering cold. Eddie pulls a pre-rolled joint of his own out of his jacket pocket and holds it between his lips as he searches for his lighter next. The warmth of the flame helps the numbness seeping into the tip of his nose momentarily as he takes the first deep drag, holding it in his lungs for a minute before letting it go. He stands like this for a few minutes, watching people filter in and out of the house for whatever reasons they have, switching between taking sips of his drink and hits from his joint as the paper burns slowly between his fingers, warming as it gets closer to the edge. Eddie’s just about to drop the roach when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns his body to see a girl with strawberry blonde curls hidden beneath a heavy woolen hat. A smile finds its way to his lips. 

“Hey, Chrissy, I didn’t think I’d see you here,” He greets her. She returns his smile, her big doe eyes looking up at Eddie’s face several inches above hers.  

“I didn’t think I’d see you here, either. You never come to these sorts of things,” She comments with a grin. Eddie shrugs, his mouth quirking. 

“Yeah, I don’t usually. This has always been Y/N’s thing. But since she’s gone, I’m trying to keep in touch with our friends. She doesn’t want me to be a loner,” Chrissy giggles at that. 

“I get that. But it’s nice to see you here. I didn’t think I was gonna be able to come, but my parents went out to their own party, so they won’t notice I’m gone...” Chrissy shrugs, eyeing Eddie for a moment. “Do you think I can get a puff of that before you put it out?” She gestures to the tiny tube of paper between Eddie’s fingertips, and he hands it to her with a grin. She takes it carefully as to not burn her fingers and takes a small puff, then one more before the roach gets too hot and she drops it into the frozen grass. She holds the smoke in for a moment and blows it out into the chill. “Thanks,” Her expression relaxes as she waits for the drugs to take hold. 

Eddie gives a small laugh, his high having started settling in already. “No problem. If you want more, I’m sure I’ll be back out here soon. These things make me anxious with so many people,” Chrissy reaches out a hand to put on Eddie’s arm. It’s a friendly gesture, to Eddie, at least. 

“Yeah... I’m really sorry that people don’t see you the way you should be seen. You’re a really great guy, Eddie,” Eddie gives Chrissy a grateful smile. 

“Thanks,” He’s at a bit of a loss for words then, because the way Chrissy is looking at him reminds him of a certain way you do. Her eyes are almost pleading, lashes fluttering sweetly. It takes him aback a moment, and a pang of sadness hits him in the gut. He misses you so much. He wishes that you could be here with him, that he could celebrate this night with you. “Well, we should probably get inside...” Eddie starts moving away and Chrissy’s hand drops from Eddie’s arm. Chrissy stays quiet but nods, and the two start moving toward the door.  

Chrissy hovers around Eddie the whole night, drinking and laughing with him as the clock nears midnight. She gets closer and closer as the night goes on, casual brushes of hands turning into lingering moments. Eddie doesn’t really pay attention. The drinks he’s downing make sure of that. So, he does nothing to stop her as Chrissy continues to get closer as the minutes tick by. 

 At 11:58, the whole party gathers in Steve’s living room and everyone watches the live broadcast at Times Square on his big screen TV. The mood is buzzing, everyone is vibrating with excitement. Chrissy is clinging to Eddie’s arm now, jumping up and down as the countdown starts in the last ten seconds to midnight. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven...!” The whole room chants together, and when the clock strikes midnight, Eddie is suddenly pulled down by the collar, sweet, warm lips pressed to his. He jerks away instantly, not really even comprehending what just happened. He staggers back against the wall, bewildered, and looks to Chrissy, who has the same expression on her face, only Eddie gets the inkling that she was expecting a much different outcome to her little stunt.  

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie demands, his speech slurred slightly from the cross-fade he’s been nursing all night. Chrissy knows he has a girlfriend. Chrissy knows he has you. Why would she do something like this? 

“I- I’m sorry...” She says, her eyes darting around the crowded room. No one is paying attention to them, everyone else is engrossed in their own little celebrations. “I just... I know how lonely you must be... and I really like you. You’re so nice and I thought...” She trails off.  

The look on her face is so pathetic, Eddie’s anger fizzles out quickly. Chrissy likes him? Like, likes him likes him? How is that even possible? “Chrissy,” He begins, his brow knitting together, “listen, you’re a great girl. And you are beautiful, but I’m in love with Y/N,” She nods dejectedly. Yes, you, the love of his life, the woman he is going to marry. He has you and that is all he needs... Right?

“I know, I know. But Eddie... She left you.” The statement runs cold in his veins, turning his limbs to lead. No, you hadn’t left him. You had been forced to leave. It wasn’t your fault. “She’s not here, and I am. And if you need someone to lean on... I can be there. I’d really like to be that for you.” She’s obviously drunk. There’s no other explanation. There’s no way that sweet Chrissy Cunningham would ever have these thoughts on a regular day. Again, she gives Eddie that look he saw outside, the one that reminded him of you. Pleading, eyes soft and wide. There’s a betraying stir in Eddie’s pants as he tries to process what she’s saying. But the room is too loud, the air too warm and humid with all of the bodies. He’s thinking of you and of Chrissy and how much he misses you and your body... 

He turns and walks out the front door, making a beeline for his van. Of course, he would never drive in this state, but he sure can lock himself in the back while he sobers up. He runs his hands through his hair and yanks open the back doors, trying to ignore the calls of his name from Chrissy’s mouth as she follows him out. “Eddie! Eddie, I’m so sorry! Please, Eddie, can we talk?” 

He almost shuts the door in her face, but something stops him. A need that shamefully surfaces with lowered inhibitions and a pretty girl standing in front of him, telling him that she wants him. Chrissy stands there in front of him, waiting for him to answer with that fucking look on her face and suddenly he’s spitting out the most terrible words he’s ever said, “Get in,” 

He shuts the doors behind her and before he can even think straight his mouth is on hers, shoving her jacket down her shoulders.  

He must be the stupidest fucker on the planet. 

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson x chrissy #munningham #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie

[elmundodeflor]

The place is packed. Crowded to its full capacity. The music’s too loud, the floors almost bumping to the beat of every compass. And Levi thinks, sure enough, he’s too sober to do this right now. That he, most definitely, isn’t one for weddings.

Even if it’s Erwin’s.

He huffs and chugs over the last of his champagne glass. It’s a sweet haze that lingers on his tongue. A bubbly daydream that makes him stare at the scene with softer eyes, if only for a brief moment.

He had told Erwin that he should have gone for something more intimate, that one night when he asked for opinions. That he should have rented the small chapel by the beach, and invite a few of his closer friends only. He had never been that of a pretentious man to begin with. And Mike preferred keeping things low-profile, anyways.

So, what was the need for all of this big fuzz?

He looks over at his friends, shaking it off in the middle of the dancefloor. It’s a nice venue they’ve rented: that, he has to admit. There are fairy lights hanging from the tree branches, and everything else is covered in delicate, white décor. It reminds him a bit of Christmas, he tells himself: how joy is palpable in the air. How it seems, somehow, that the breeze smells of tender hoping.

He puts the glass on the table, and rests an arm on the back of his chair. He has been sitting for a while already, all-too abstracted from the rest of the party. It's no surprise, he had always preferred to be a silent witness, after all. Someone who rather enjoys from the peripheries. It’s the reason why he’s chosen Architecture, he figures. Why he’d followed Erwin to open up their own studio in the first place. To look at the fuller landscape. To contemplate at the maimed beauty that one can only taste from the distance.

He hums, content. In front of him, Mike, Moblit and Nana are already tipsy, slurring out a very drunken chorus to the song that’s playing. It’s a sight that’s so warm with gentleness, he’s afraid he’ll tarnish it if he stares any longer. Mike puts his arms around both his friends, and he finds himself smiling, all of a sudden. It’s in the way blush glazes over their cheeks. The rush of wonder that flashes through their bodies as they dance.

Yep. He’s certainly too sober for this.

He tends to the bottle and pours himself another glass. The night is young, still: the weather damp and fresh, typical of an august spent in Paradis. He remembers long-lost summers like this, where Hanji took him to the base of the same cliff they’re at now. They would crash at his house uninvited, sneak over the fence of his backyard. And he’d jump off his window and run for the hills, too bold to ever look back.

He guesses, he misses it all a little bit. The reckless laughter, how Hanji would teach him about a different star every time. He has the feeling that the world was a much more interesting place when they were a constant to it. That now that they’re in Marley, even the moon has stopped to shine, as well.

He takes a sip. Champagne drowns out the echo of his thoughts for a second, soothes out the tinge of nostalgia that tugs at his chest. Hanji is dancing in front of him, too. And he can’t help but seek for them in the crowd, like when they were little kids figuring out life.

There’s something about the way they move, really. A whimsical magic that pulls him into them, brighter than a thousand sunsets. Maybe, it’s that they haven’t seen each other in three months, he wants to believe. Or maybe, it’s their hair: how it’s loose and wild and free, beautifully tousled by the drumming of the music.

Has he ever told them how pretty he’s always drawn them?

He shakes his head, takes every corner of them in. Their suit is slightly wrinkled from all the dancing, their face flushed a faint tone of peach. They make him dream of dawn over the ocean, how untamable they are. Make him think of going on adventures and getting fake tattoos.

"Why don't you dance with them?", Erwin talks from behind, sitting down next to him. He’s wearing head-to-toe white: a rose clipped to the flap of his tux.

Levi grunts. He has no idea how does he know that he’d been staring. Or for how long. But then again, this is typical of his best friend to do.

"I don't dance.", he says, plain and simple. And that much, is true. “Besides,”, he adds, as he lifts up the glass once more. “Shouldn’t you be concerned about other stuff? It’s your wedding.”

Erwin lets out a light chuckle.

"Precisely.”, he deadpans, then. “You and Hanji are my best-men tonight. I’ve noticed how you’ve been looking at them, Levi..."

That earns him only but another grunt.

Of course, the bastard had had to pick upon it.

"I'm not looking at them in any particular way.", he lies.

Erwin raises a brow. Out on the floor, Hanji spins to the rhythm of a melody that’s born anew, so faded that they’re barely aware of the universe. And Levi’s eyes are glued upon them, still, staring with a love so burning, it seems as though a comet has just crashed onto the shores.

Did he really think he wasn’t being obvious? That he could get away with fooling his life-long companion like that?

"You wanna know how I know...?", he starts, after what appears a long minute of silence. His voice has become lower all too quickly. Almost as if he’s setting free of his heart’s best kept secret. "I know because that's the exact same way I look at Mike."

Levi holds in his breath, stays quiet for a moment. He thinks of the night Hanji had showed him the constellations up the skies, right before leaving off abroad. They had told him, that every star belonged to another. That they were all threaded together, connected somehow. He had supposed it was a little stupid, back then. Science was something far beyond his field of comprehension.

Still, Hanji had persisted, he recalls, stubborn as they were. They had taken his hand into theirs, pointed them up at the ignites of a flickering planet.

“Look…”, they’d said, in a whisper drowned out by moonlight. “You and I… are like the stars, Levi…”

He didn't understand.

“Like the stars?”

Hanji had nodded, then glared up at him a second too long.

“You know…?”, they hushed. Their voice smelt of spring, and of the cheap wine they’d bought from the store. “No matter how far we stray, we’ll always be linked close, side by side…”

He swallows, and stares over at them once more now. Their slender figure, the smile that hints at the corner of their lips. They are putting up a spectacle for one without even realizing. A show that names them the owner of every light upon his skyline.

Because his pulse has raised too obnoxiously loud, almost audible above the music. And he's sure, right there, as he watches them move, that his childhood's best friend has screwed him over.

That his soul will always be tied to the brightest star that could be up the cosmos.

“What do I do now…?”, he asks, more to himself that to anyone else.

Erwin places a hand on his shoulder, gives him a tight, reassuring squeeze.

“Just be yourself.”, he concludes, as he gets up to join Mike back on the dancefloor. “That should be enough.”

.

.

He's two more champagne glasses down when he bumps into Hanji by the dessert table. Still, he's too sober to be making this much of a ridicule act.

"'Wassup!", they exclaim, as they turn around to face him. And they notice, almost immediately: he appears all too serious. Like he's just been invited to a funeral. "Everything alright?", they ask, concerned. "You look... constipated."

Levi bites his tongue. He seriously wants the Earth to swallow him whole.

"Well...", he begins. He can feel his skin turn to an aching shade of red. "Ewin's been telling me not to hold back my shit anymore, so..."

He instantly face-palms himself. Hold back his shit? What is he even talking about? He is too nervous and not making any sense right now.

Hanji laughs, and it's like time has never ran between them, really. Like they are still the same children who chased after fireflies and built up tents with their bed covers. Truth is, they had missed Levi, too. His permanent scowl and his endless battle with words. His perfectly parted hair, and the softness that lies within his eyes.

They take the rose that hangs from his suit, then put it in between black locks, there in the tender spot behind his ear. After all, they have a silent agreement to their friendship, old as the day they met. He allows them into the parts of him that hurt, and they are careful not to talk about them.

"So...", they say. Their hand is still on his face, lingering on the sides of it a minute too long. They have no idea what it means, but it's a gesture so intimate, Levi doesn't dare move. "Lets go dancing! Shall we...?"

He smiles. Up the skies, stars dapple in the dark canvas of the night, glimmer like distant raindrops on pitch black. He recognizes, they are all stitched together into the glints of a million different constellations. That no dot is left untouched. And he thinks, maybe, that Hanji was probably right.

All along. All this time.

They have always been just alike.

#levihan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #levi #hange #hanji #levi x hange #levi x hanji #erwin smith #mike zacharias #erwin x mike #mikeeru #erumike #drabble #oneshot #fanfiction #fanfic #valentines day #valentines #wedding #wedding themed #first dance #fluff #romantic #romance #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers #best friends #modern au

[ash-the-porcupine]

Porsha Crystal headcanons before and after Sing 2

Alrighty. here I go...

Porsha, as a kid, had a kind of awkward time growing up. Her parents divorced when she was young - as her mother could not tolerate Jimmy's behavior and ultimately left him. This left Porsha with only her father.

-Jimmy would often drink, and afterwards go into drunken rages. Porsha soon learned to avoid him during these.

-He was cold towards her, but she never could stop loving him. Her only wish was that he would just be proud of her and love her back. It felt he never did.

-Christmases and Birthdays were never the bomb. She would ask for something and it would just be there when she woke up. Jimmy never decorated for Christmas and was never present when she opened gifts. He simply left them and went on with his life.

-She appreciated it, of course, but it wasn't the same joy other people got to experience with their parents.

-She found comfort in singing, though, and it became her way to pass the majority of her time. When she wasn't shopping or doing and redoing her nails in her room, she was singing.

-That's why, when she heard her dad had actually hired an entire group for the show, she was so over the moon excited to throw herself into the casting.

-She never meant to be rude or steal Rosita's dream role, she was just really excited to have a chance at her dad maybe noticing her.

-Over time, specifically during the performance, she truly realized he wouldn't. She'd known it for a while, but it had never truly sunk in until her musical number. But she figured she could be great even if her father wasn't going to notice her for it.

-Especially after the incident during Rosita's piece, she officially decided that his opinion didn't matter.

-So, she asked Moon if she could tag along with him and the troupe back to Calatonia. He said yes, and was quick to welcome her to the group with a smile.

-She knew that the group was good, and Buster would be much better to her than her father ever was.

-Buster made a beautiful little room for her in the theater so she could stay, and she became a permenant part of the group. And Suki was sure to keep everyone posted about Crystal Theater as she made sure the new CEO wasn't... psychotically horrendous?

-Porsha made a whole new life in Calatonia! She sang at the theater, and even got paid for it! And she earned a real family along the way. She'd say she had it pretty good there.

#porsha crystal #headcannons #sing2 #sing 2 #sing movie #sing #sing 2 porsha

[tayfabe75]

When I found old diaries from my childhood and my teens, they were covered in dust. I'm not just saying that for poetic effect, they were truly dusty with pictures drawn of first day of school outfits and inspirational quotes I used to retrace over and over to get me through doubtful moments. I'd practice my autograph and tape my guitar picks to the pages. In the entries, I daydreamed on paper and mused about who might ask who to the dance or how nervous I was saying the national anthem at the local baseball game. I frequently and drastically changed my opinions on love, friends, confidence and trust. I vented, described memories in detail, jotted down new song ideas and questioned why I would ever try to shoot for a career I had such a small chance of ever attaining. But what shocked me the most was how often I wrote down the things I loved. Writing a new song, riding in the car with my mom, the purple-pink skies of the soccer field on the walk home, the one night in middle school when none of my friends were fighting, the dazzle of opal necklaces I couldn’t afford gleaming from a department store jewelry case. I wrote about tiny details in my life in these diaries from a bygone age with such… wonderment. Intrigue. Romance. I noticed things and decided they were romantic, and so they were. In life, we grow up and we encounter the nuanced complexities of trying to figure out who to be, how to act, or how to be happy. Like invisible smoke in the room, we wonder what kind of anxiety pushes you forward and what kind ruins your ability to find joy in your life. We constantly question our choices, our surroundings, and we beat ourselves up for our mistakes. All the while, we crave romance. We long for those rare, enchanting moments when things just fall into place. Above all else, we really, really want our lives to be filled with love. I've decided that in this life, I want to be defined by the things I love- not the things I hate, the things I'm afraid of, or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. Those things may be struggles, but they're not my identity. I wish the same for you. May your struggles become inaudible background noise behind the loud, clear voices of those who love and appreciate you. Turn those voices up in the mix in your head. May you take notice of the things in your life that are nice and make you feel safe and maybe even find wonderment in them. May you write down your feelings and reflect on them years later, only to learn all the trials and the tribulations you thought might kill you… didn't. I hope that someday you forget the pain ever existed. I hope that if there is a lover in your life, it's someone who deserves you. If that's the case, I hope you treat them with care. This album is a love letter to love itself- all the captivating, spellbinding, maddening devastating red, blue, gray, golden aspects of it (that's why there are so many songs). In honor of fever dreams, bad boys, confessions of love on a drunken night out, Christmas lights still hanging in January, guitar string scars on my hands, false gods and blind faith, memories of jumping into an icy outdoor pool, creaks in floorboards and ultraviolet morning light, finally finding a friend, and opening the curtains to see the clearest, brightest daylight after the darkest night. We are what we love. This is Lover.

August 23, 2019: Taylor releases Lover, outlining the concept of the album in its foreward. (source)

#year: 2019 #august 2019 #quote: taylor swift #taylor's character #taylor's values #album: lover #lover foreward #topic: love #topic: anxiety #overlap: cupid

[phanfictioncatalogue]

First Kiss (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

A Kiss in the Tower (ao3) - upintwenty

Summary: Who would have expected these two to fall for each other?

Advent Calendar 2021 (ao3) - Phantje

Summary: Phil lives and works in a town in the North called Lylchester. Well, 'works'. He does charitable things in the name of being nice and his (adoptive) parents. Things are fine. Yeah. Fine. Meeting Dan who has strong opinions about peculiar things shakes up Phil's life and he is falling before he can help it.

Dan lives and works somewhere, or anywhere really. By fate, or call it the British Railway train running times, he ends up in Lylchester. Before he can help himself, he has made the first real best friend he has ever had - Beatrix. And suddenly, life does not seem so difficult anymore. Dan appreciates the work he can do, even if it has him interact with the rich idiot Phil more often that he would personally choose.

All Signs Point to Us (ao3) - RyRyCaptain

Summary: When the queen and king gives birth to Daniel, they soon learn that their son is deaf. In order to let Dan express his opinions to those who haven't learned sign language, they find him a translator who happens to be the son of the King’s advisor, Phil. Soon enough, Phil starts to realize thAt he fallen in love with the younger boy.

baby, you put a spell on me (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "Why're you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're fun to look at. Obviously."

~~~

Magic is common in Phil's world. But even spells and potions can't explain his seemingly supernatural affeciton for his roommate...

blanket of stars (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: “That’s all for now, thank you.”

“I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”

The whole script is so routine, Phil thinks his brain would short-circuit if either of them deviated from it. Dan walks away and Phil sinks lower in his seat, sighing into his blue drink.

“When are you gonna ask him out, man?” Martyn asks.

can't help the itch to touch- to kiss. (ao3) - thescienceofphan

Summary: Phil is Deaf and Dan sleeps around a lot. So when people see them together, they worry about Phil’s emotional well being and shame on Dan for preying on a deaf boy, but it’s not like that. Not at all.

(or an AU where deaf!phil and playboy!dan are best friends and people think they’re dating)

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You - botanistlester

Summary: Dan listens to music super loudly and Phil sits right behind him, and sort of gets to know him through his music over the weeks and the rest is up to you

Cute - cafephan

Summary: Bored of London and in need of new clothes for a movie premiere, Dan and Phil head to Manchester for an impromptu shopping trip, resulting in more than they bargained for… 

Drunken Nonsense (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Young Dan and Phil end up playing their own drunken version of truth or dare following a few too many cocktails at the Lester Family Christmas Gathering in Phil's family home. Confessions are made, and two best friends become lovers.

Falling is Scary (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan realizes that he’s falling hard and fast for Phil. His feelings feel too intense for a relationship this new, and it’s a little scary. But it’s also wonderful.

Give Me A Spark, I’ll Give You Explosions - cafephan

Summary: Phil is shy, silently pining. Dan is loud and flirty, and doesn’t care about labels. House parties and nail polish occur.

I Don’t Wanna Think of Anything Else (Now That I’ve Thought of You) (ao3) - danscardigan

Summary: Dan and Phil meet and fall in love, all in one night.

i have loved you since we were 18 (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: phil reads dan’s diary in which dan wrote that he loved phil

I Want It, I Got It (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Phil Lester was a worker for the BBC in London. Working in the advertising department, he was content being alongside his friend and fellow coworker PJ during every shift. However, the BBC is temporarily being used as a film set for a new movie starring Hollywood ‘It’ star, Daniel Howell. Being stuck as an extra on the set, Phil finds it’s hard to ignore the famous star. And maybe, just maybe, Dan finds it hard to ignore Phil as well.

Lightyear Groovin' (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: In a galaxy far, far away, there’s an abundance of 70s clubs. On Krithoo, local party freak Dan Howell works as a waiter at an often overcrowded cantina, Virgo Volans. And maybe, just maybe, has an infatuation with the extraterrestrial dj frequenting their stage.

London in an evening gown (ao3) - IntolerantBonita

Summary: Dan gives Phil a lift after their first date. As it happens in case of all magical meetings, also this one ended with a kiss bathed in the smell of caramel popcorn.

Lovesick (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: "This was meant to happen."

"You know fate's bullshit, right?" Dan says, but his voice isn't as steady as it was a second ago.

"Not for us," Phil says.

In which it's 2009 and there's Dan, Phil and the Manchester Eye

no longer feel alone (ao3) - natigail

Summary: who'd have known that a random act of kindness from a stranger could lead to this.

Now We’re On the Naughty List (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Phil meets Dan after a Christmas Eve party, and invites him to stay after his taxi is stuck in the snow.

Out of My League (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan thinks Phil is out of his league.

Reconciliation of the Hopeful Kind (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Phil has been friends with Dan for as long as he can remember. But when he leaves Dan behind to go to University, he doesn't expect for his crush on Dan to grow more when he sees how different Dan looks now. Living in Manchester, he gets called home to help with his father's sudden illness. But during this time, Phil decides to contact Dan again. Reconnecting with each other, Phil realizes he doesn't want to go back to Manchester without telling Dan how he feels first.

Ribs. (ao3) - waypast0000

Summary: Dan and Phil throw a party, hoping to change their normal/loser lives. In the middle of adversities and growing up, it did, but not in the way they expected. Way, way better.

santa pally (santa baby) (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Phil grabs the first name off the top and hands the pot over. His hands are shaking when he unfolds it and– well fuck.

There, in Mr. Fowler’s familiar print, is written: Dan Howell.

sky full of stars (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: one night while trying to escape a party, phil instantly falls in love with a pretty boy who takes his breath away.

sleep away (ao3) - natigail

Summary: A stranger falls asleep on Phil's shoulder while riding on the Underground. Phil is content to let him rest however long he needs. He doesn't expect the guy - Dan - to wake up and be mad about it.

a.k.a. the three times Dan accidentally falls asleep on Phil and the one time he does it on purpose.

Star Crossed Enemies (ao3) - Junebug1312

Summary: When Dan's school decides to put on Romeo and Juliet, Dan is beyond excited. Until the lead actress drops out and Dan's enemy takes her place. Add in a kiss scene and everything starts to fall apart rather quickly.

Who knew the theatre program could be so dramatic?

the truth is rarely pure and never simple (ao3) - ZozeeWrites

Summary: dan is natural athlete, the top player on his college ice hockey team. no one knows that he is actually really smart and is transferred into the Honours Literature class. that is when he meets a literature nerd, phil, who just might be able to give his life a little more importance.

The Way I See You - ineverhadmyinternetphase

Summary: Dan’s shocked when he realises that Phil’s self-conscious about the way he looks. Apparently Phil doesn’t know that he isn’t allowed to be sad when Dan’s around. So Dan takes it upon himself to fix the situation - by complimenting something about Phil’s appearance every day. Trouble is, Dan isn’t very good at hiding his teensy tiny crush on Phil.

They'll Tear Us Apart (If You Give Them the Chance) (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Dan was just a fairy in his little village of Vixedeler when a mermaid invades the waters and sends the village into a frenzy. A thousand year old rivalry is resurfaced and Dan is left in the middle of his village while also feeding his new connection with the mermaid, Phil. As tensions rise, and Dan falls deeply for Phil, a Romeo and Juliet love story begins.

we have more in common than i thought (ao3) - manicpixieidiot

Summary: bad boy!dan has a bit of a secret crush on nerd!phil, and when grouped with him in class he uses the opportunity to convince him to come to a party. (what happens next will shock you!!) (not really, no shocks don't worry)

featuring a latin class, a party, becky&jessica, flustered drunk boys. and more softness than intended.

when it rains, it's lemon cakes (ao3) - gogystyle

Summary: "The thought of the boy quickly becomes one of his go-to fantasies, the thing that helps him get through the day, tethering him to reality and making it a bearable experience. And really, Phil thinks that it's a bit much to feel this way about what is, essentially, a complete stranger, but he's always been bad with fantasies, getting lost in them easily, head always filled with impossible scenarios and tender moments he'll never get to experience."

Sneaking around. Crushed pastries at the bottom of the tray. Kisses at dawn and the impending threat of an arranged marriage.

Phil meets a tall stranger on a late-night rendezvous through the castle. What happens when that stranger's smile and laugh fill an entire room, burrowing besides Phil's heart and refusing to leave?

when you are young, they assume you know nothing (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: A letter, in a plain envelope.

Dan’s address written on the outside.

And something else scribbled on the front:

To PML.

If the offer enclosed is disagreeable, return to sender.

--

After a misunderstanding at prom, Dan finds himself in a dilemma; should he fall into a summer affair with Phil, or should he make up with his boyfriend of 3 years, Blake?

Who Would've Thought? (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Phil is really into literature/English in school, and Dan’s a “jock”. They’re total opposites, but find themselves being paired up together for a project in English class, and Dan eventually finds that Phil isn’t as bad as the entire school makes him out to be.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #firstkiss masterlist #firstkiss

[spicler-man]

uncle rhodey fic recs

masterlist here

Father & Son by peterparkr for ephemeralstark

Rhodey’s certain about two things. The kid is definitely Tony’s son. The kid is also Spider-Man.

OR

Rhodey meets Peter and tries to become the best uncle that he can be.

carpool introductions by sapphirestark

“It’s - it’s nice to meet you too, Colonel Rhodes, sir. I’m Peter. Uh, Parker.”

“I heard.” Rhodey smiled. Well, teenage Tony had certainly never been this polite. “Just call me Rhodey, kid.”

“O-okay, Rhodey.” Peter’s timid smile transformed into a grin. Rhodey decided he would definitely rub that in Clint’s face the next time he claimed Rhodey wasn’t good with kids.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony interrupted from the driver’s seat. “He’s Rhodey after two minutes and you’re still calling me 'Mr Stark'?”

Revelations by Angeeelatin

When Peter Parker had crash-landed into their tiny little circle and promptly made himself a home, it was obvious that everyone had had to change and adapt to the new circumstances a little.

It was a process and a half but by the end, Peter Parker had slotted himself into their small little family quite nicely, as if he was always there.

This process, however, wasn't something that Rhodey had consciously done.

Or: Peter Parker and his relationship to the Iron Family as seen through the eyes of James Rhodes

boundaries by OnlyForward

in colonel james rhodes’ expert opinion, there were three things that people needed to know when it came to tony stark. the real people, not the journalists: the people who knew him, spent time with him. tony had boundaries, and they were sacred boundaries, not to be crossed.

rhodey has never seen someone be able to break these boundaries. at least, not until peter parker.

"I have a nephew!" by zimnokurw

After six long days of a business trip, Tony comes back home to his not-son-but-totally-a-son and Rhodey gets the pleasure to witness it.

A Big Heart by honestmischief

The thought of Mr. Rhodes sitting alone in his hospital room made Peter feel uneasy, even though they had only exchanged a few words to each other in Germany. It didn’t feel right for Peter to do nothing.

Allston Christmas by Gruoch (orphan_account) for sagemb

“You guys didn’t have to do this,” Peter says from where he sits squeezed into the middle seat of the U-Haul, sweat running down his back. The air-conditioning in the truck they’ve rented is broken, and even with the windows rolled down it’s hellishly hot inside. “Really. I could have handled it myself.”

“We wanted to,” Tony replies as he blasts the horn at a minivan with a “Harvard Mom” bumper sticker that is attempting to cut into his lane. “It’s like a little trip down memory lane. It’s nostalgic—it’s gonna be fun. Right, Rhodey?”

“Absolutely,” Rhodey agrees, with all the enthusiasm of a man being lead to the gallows.

a drunken ode to peter parker by indexofangels for TheOceanIsMyInkwell

“You’re an emotional drunk,” Rhodey says. Rhodey has his arms straight in the air and he’s staring at his hands like they’re deeply puzzling to him.

“Nuh uh,” Tony says, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “You just. You don’t get it.”

“I do get it,” Rhodey says. “I speak Tony language, and Tony language says that you… um, you love the kid. That’s what.”

“I do not!” Tony yelps. “I hate him! A scourge on my life and soul! I cannot stand his squeaky shoes and his stupid big ears!” Tony takes a deep breath and then delicately screams. “Who let him have such big ears, he’s going to fall over when it’s windy there are sailboats with sails smaller than his ears.”

Rhodey lets his arms flop down onto his chest and turns his head on the floor. Tony can hear the bumps in his skull rolling on the linoleum. “Man,” he says. “You love that kid so much it’s disgusting.”

decidedly dad-like behaviour by RandomRuth for Author_Incognito

“Something came up,” Tony says. “I had to make a detour on my way to our lunch meeting. I’m sorry you’re gonna miss those bacon sandwiches you like but…” Tony trails off and jerks his thumb, indicating the back seat.

Rhodey twists around and jumps. “Holy shit,” he says, just shy of shouting it.

(In which Tony is late for lunch with Rhodey and there's a good reason for it.)

(A one-shot that has turned into a one-shot series.)

brighten up, sunshine by iron_spider for killerqueenwrites

Rhodey doesn’t know what the hell to think, and Tony doesn’t give him any reason to stop as time moves on. The kid is always there, and he starts showing up at family dinners, Rhodey meets his aunt, and they actually pick him up from school a couple times when Happy gets sick. Rhodey pays close attention and no, Tony doesn’t treat any of the other interns like this, and Rhodey has to accept what his head has been trying to tell him all along. Actually, legitimately accept it. Visualize the word and link it to Tony and link it to Peter.

This is Tony’s kid.

Repeat After Me by battybatzgirl

Tony’s face hardens as he says, “What kid.” “I don’t know, some twelve year old—” Below him, the kid coughs out, “Fifteen.” “—Fifteen year old—” Tony scrubs a hand across his face. “Don’t tell me he’s wearing a dorky shirt with a chemistry pun on it.” Rhodey frowns. That was oddly specific. Glancing down, he looks at what little he can see of the kid’s shirt—which isn't much since there’s so much blood now, but what could be once called a cartoon joke is printed on it. “Um, yeah?” “Son of a bitch.”

Otherwise known as how Rhodey finds out about how old Peter is, and how badly he needs to beat Tony with a stick.

the child (born to be a light) by aimingarrows

Tony is watching Peter when the realization hits him like a speeding train.

“I want kids, Rhodey.”

“What?” Rhodey coughs, his eyes blown wide as Tony turns to look at him, “Where the hell did that come from?”

Tony’s eyes slide over to Peter.

Wingman by sahiya

Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.

It's not a big deal--My Dad's just a superhero by AimAim94 for XiaoTYY

(no summary)

The Same Soul by KatinaMoon

Rhodey admittedly doesn't know a lot about this kid that Tony not-so-secretly loves, this kid that seems to spend more time at the Tower then not. He'd meant to, he'd wanted to, spend more time with Peter and learn what had made him so special that Tony, of all people, had gobbled him up.

Not like this, though.

Better Than I Was by Sara (ctrsara)

Hey Rhodey :-) Hey Pepper :-) When are you going to come see us again? It’s been weeks. You know how Tony gets. Yeah, that’s the funny thing. I know it’s been a while, but he’s only been mildly annoying instead of increasingly demanding and whiny. What gives? Oh, I might know something about that. You gonna share with the class? He’s been busy being a role model. We talking about the same Tony? Is this about that intern he mentioned? --------------

Rhodey makes it down to the Tower for a visit, and to meet the "intern" Tony has been so busy with, and is surprised by what he finds there.

Part of the post-Homecoming series "Strands in the Rope," but stands alone, also.

#james rhodes #iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad fics #spider-man #spider-man no way home #spider-man fics #irondad #peter parker #peter parker fics #tony stark #tony stark fics #uncle rhodey

[parasite-core]

My Pathfinder group took a week off so instead some of us hung out with some other friends and played a Lasers and Feelings hack called the Fight Before Christmas (we rolled dice to decide what we’d play and it landed on that so yay Christmas in June 😂)

Our characters were two priests—one a millionaire tv evangelist and one an alcoholic barely scraping by—and two thieves—an androgynous hacker e-boy and an elf sent to jail for breaking and entering who murdered 3 men while in the slammer before breaking out. The evangelist, Nick, wanted to take down Santa for tainting the true meaning of Christmas and turning people away from The Lord, the e-boy, Blitzen, wanted to free Santa’s reindeer from their oppression, the jail elf, Sticky-fingers, wanted to murder Santa for revenge for getting him sent to jail in the first place, and the drunken priest, Frank, just came to the bar we were all at because he was offered a free drink to attend.

We were contacted by the Major from Phineas and Ferb, who informed us that Santa had taken over Anchorage, Alaska and was holed up in a radio station there, guarded by his elite squad of gingerbread ninjas and the IRS, who were legally given the right to weaponize by the 49th president and were the second most dangerous organization in the United States after the military. The IRS was after all of us for various forms of tax evasion and fraud, so they had teamed up with Santa to try to take us down. The Major told us that if we succeeded in taking down the big man in red, we would be pardoned of all crimes including the aforementioned tax evasion and it would be wiped from our records.

Nick told the Major we had a ride to Anchorage, and then led us to his private jet, The Arc. While we entered, Nick tried to catch up with Frank, who was trying to slip away and wanted nothing to do with this. Nick put an arm over his shoulder and steered him into the jet, saying he’d be doing the Lord’s work. Frank seemed to be of the opinion that Nick was more out for himself than for the good Lord, and that he was deceiving his flock. Nick was of the opinion that his flock simply cared for his well-being, and were generous souls who gave in the name of the Lord. Frank deeply judged Nick for using church money for himself instead of for the church, while Nick judged Frank for his alcoholism.

While those two were….getting to know each other…Sticky-fingers scouted out the most expensive drink available at Nick’s personal bar, while Blitzen went to the bathroom and started stealing the solid gold soap plates and parts of the sink.

As they neared Anchorage, the pilot/butler informed us that there were anti-aircraft missiles coming our way. Nick told the pilot/butler to deploy the turrets to counter them. Nick took control of one of the turrets personally. Blitzen hacked the missiles’ navigation system and made most of them return to sender, while Nick took out the last one with the turret. While this was happening, Sticky-fingers stole the most expensive alcohol at the bar, and found an unmanned drone under the bar which he also shoved into his bag. Frank had a panic attack at us nearly dying.

We landed in Anchorage—with no regard for if it was a legal spot to park a jet, because if it got towed Nick could just buy another jet.

We had an elf on the inside who ran an escape room, so we went to talk to him to get some intel. Frank drunkenly solved the escape room puzzle and revealed the door to meet with Elfo. Sticky-fingers greeted Elfo as an old friend, but Frank stopped him, noting that something was wrong. Elfo was standing on a bomb! It turned out that Santa’s goons had gotten to Elfo first, and if he gave us any information on Santa’s operation…boom. We asked Blitzen if he could disable the bomb, as the tech guy. Blitzen determined that he could delay the timer enough for us to switch out Elfo for something else of equal weight (Elfo told us he weighted 30-70 elf pounds, which Sticky-fingers confirmed was a very average elf weight). Blitzen hacked the bomb’s timer and we swapped Elfo for a weight, and the bomb didn’t go off. Elfo told us about how anyone who spoke out against Santa in town got sent to Holly Jolly Jail, which Sticky-fingers warned was a terrible place to go—those who come back from it never come back the same. He also warned us about Santa’s eldritch power, which would throw presents around the room. And he had a bio-mechanical suit which made him invulnerable, and which was unhackable.

We decided the best action would be to try to seduce him out of the suit, which would be Blitzen’s job.

We knew that Santa’s first line of defense were the gingerbread ninjas, so we made a plan to buy a ton of milk from the local convenience store and soak them with it so they’d crumble apart.

At the store we split up. Nick went to buy milk as planned—and went to speak to the manager to buy every single milk product in the store plus a truck to carry it all with. Blitzen went to the firearms wall, and stole as many guns and as much ammo as he could shove into his bag. Sticky-fingers stole a large bottle of “milk”. As he went to leave he ran into the head of the Gingerbread Ninjas, who went to attack him, but he slipped on some milk on the floor and crumpled to pieces. Sticky-fingers snapped off his head and started munching on it as he left the store. Frank grabbed a six pack of beer to buy, then realized he had no cash on him. He begged the cashier to let him just take one can, and he was so pathetic looking that the cashier let him take the entire six pack because she figured he needed it.

We met outside the store, and Nick told us to get into the truck. We drove towards the radio station. On our first pass, Blitzen took the “milk” from Sticky-fingers and filled a high powered water gun with it. For an unknown reason the tip started steaming. As we passed the gingerbread ninjas, Blitzen sprayed the “milk” on them, which turned out to be a highly reactive acid, which burned through five gingerbread ninjas.

Nick planned to topple the truck to drown the last three gingerbread ninjas in milk, but Frank begged him to let him talk to them first and try to resolve this peacefully. Nick argued that the gingerbread ninjas were merely golems with no souls made by Santa and wouldn’t go to heaven, so there was no need to extend mercy to them. Frank was horrified by this, asking if Nick would kick a puppy just because it wasn’t a person. Sticky-fingers argued that the Gingerbread ninjas were Santa’s loyal subjects and would likely kill Frank on sight. Frank told them to just let him try. Nick told Frank he had ten minutes, if he hadn’t convinced them by then, Nick was driving the truck over them whether Frank was out of the way or not.

Frank went to the three remaining Gingerbread Ninjas, and tried to convince them that he just wanted to talk to Santa, and that they could all come together and find a peaceful solution to this. No more Gingerbread blood had to be spilled this day.

The Gingerbread Ninjas saw the light of god and repented, laying down their arms and going with Frank to leave the Radio Tower behind.

The door opened, revealing the IRS, armed to the teeth. Sticky-fingers told Nick to floor it. He had a plan. As they approached the building, he pulled out the expensive liquor and made it into a Molotov Cocktail. With a yell of “forgive me fathers for I am about to sin” he hurled the Molotov at the IRS. They burned, then melted into a silver puddle—because all members of the IRS are terminators.

Nick continued hurtling towards the radio tower in the milk truck, and he told Sticky-fingers and Blitzen to get out. After the leapt to safety, he purposely tipped the truck over then leapt out himself. The truck crashed, the milk spilling across the fire Sticky-fingers had started, dousing the flames.

All that was left was to face the big man in red himself.

We entered the final room, with big letters above it that said ‘boss fight ahead save now’. Inside was an absolutely ripped man with a bald head and white beard. He laughed his holly jolly laugh and asked who was about to be on his naughty list. Blitzen volunteered eagerly, then showed off his feet, which he’d put into clear high heels. Because our intel suggested that Santa was into feet.

Sticky-fingers used the drone to shine a light on Blitzen and his feet, drawing all attention on him. Frank knelt down and washed one of Blitzen’s feet with ‘holy water’ (vodka), and Nick gave Blitzen a vial of oil to oil their feet up and make them shine.

The children who Santa was originally going to use as meat shields began to come forward with his biomechanical suit, but Santa stopped them and said that, perhaps, this could be solved without violence.

The scene faded to black, and three months later Nick, Frank, and Sticky-fingers are attending Santa and Blitzen’s wedding. Santa pulled his men out of Anchorage, no longer occupying the town, so we completed the Major’s request and our criminal records have all been wiped clean. And Santa gave each of us a gift. For Sticky-fingers—who is very confused how he got here since his goal was to kill Santa not help his new friend shack up with him—he received a state of the art rocket launcher. For Frank, he received a few thousand dollars and an extension on his rent. For Nick, he received a letter from his estranged wife, looking to attempt to reconcile. And for Blitzen, he received a double ended dildo.

Nick would never tell anyone, especially not Frank, but he had to admit that maybe Frank had been right all along.

And as Santa and Blitzen flew off into the sunset in Santa’s sleigh, the sound of a rocket launcher locking on could be heard.

#lasers and feelings #the fight before Christmas #ttrpg #PF weekly #not really pf but I want to be consistent with my tagging so I can find this gem again someday

[randyortonofficial]

Do Randy and AJ for the ship ask game :DD!! I remember this feud very vividly so I wanted to know your opinion on them :)

ooh i don't really ship them and unfortunately was not around for their feud but i'll try my best

Gives nose/forehead kisses: randy does it to annoy aj

Gets jealous the most: they both get equally jealous. they both seem like pretty jealous people that want the other all to themselves.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: LMAO aj is definitely picking up randy. aj doesn't drink also. i just imagine aj thinks it's funny to pick up his drunken boyfriend and listening to him make a fool of himself in the car.

Takes care of on sick days: both of them. they're both pretty capable grown adult men, though the sick one will ALWAYS insist that they're fine.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: aj always has to drag out randy to the beach. like, tugging at his hand, praying to god to grant him some strength, etc.

Gives unprompted massages: aj. he seems like he'd give really good massages. randy too, but something about aj... idk.

Drives/rides shotgun: they take turns (: though randy loves to drive more often than not.

Brings the other lunch at work: it's an equal effort. depending on how busy the other is, the other will bring them lunch from catering.

Has the better parental relationship: definitely randy lol i heard about aj's relationship with his parents and... yikes!

Tries to start role-playing in bed: randy is def the more sexually adventerous one

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: even drunk, i don't think randy would dance. i bet when aj DID drink, he was a big dancer. he seems he'd be a really silly, fun drunk.

Still cries watching Titanic: maybe aj? i think aj would just shed a tear though. he's more into uh, the concept of love and romance and how meaningful it is more than randy so it would get to him more.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: neither of them would be caught dead doing couples costumes

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: oh both of them do that lmao i think they both just wanna show off what cool gifts they can get each other. it's like a competition.

Makes the other eat breakfast: neither. i don't think this a problem for this particular pairing.

Remembers anniversaries: both. randy doesn't remember anyone else's but theirs, and aj is just a naturally thoughtful person to begin with.

Brings up having kids: aj is more family oriented, though randy can be convinced to have kids for the right person. so aj.

#yeah sorry this isn't really a ship i think about lol #but this is what i think #codyzaynia #asks

[counttwinkula]

a story for christmas

last week my boyfriend and i took a walk in his dad's neighborhood, in a ritzy part of sherman oaks (a suburb of los angeles). we went a way we don't normally go because i wanted to see christmas decorations and i figured the streets that get more traffic would be more likely to have more interesting decorations to see.

maybe a third of the way through our walk we start hearing some sleigh bells. we look up and see a horse-drawn carriage approaching us, all decked out in multi-color LEDs. we approach the curb to get a closer look and my bf says, "i'm awake, right? i didn't fall asleep on the bed earlier?" i assure him that i'm seeing this too. i believe there were three people in the back of the carriage; my bf wished them happy holidays and some of them said, "you too!" a guy in a santa suit (but not dressed as santa otherwise) responded, pointedly (in my bf's opinion) "merry christmas."

we kept walking, still a little confounded and excited by that event. eventually the carriage passed us again, and maybe a half block later we notice a house that is lit the fuck up—lights everywhere and lots of noise. a pickup truck is pulled in front of it doing some sort of three-point turn, and when it drives off we can see that the driveway is filled with artificial snow. in front of the house there's something i realize must be a hot cider bar.

we cross the street to get a closer look and we quickly realize this is some sort of party. we stare for a while and a woman comes down the stairs in a sexy, christmas-related outfit. my bf makes some comment about the house to her and she asks, "are you guys neighbors?" my bf says yeah, he lives a couple streets away, and she says, "well they're inviting all the neighbors in."

my bf, a bolder man than i, needs no further explanation. we head up the front steps, which are lengthy, through vines of string lights, past an actor dressed as the grinch, and past a table where a man in a suit is asking people to sign some paperwork. we get to the front door and peek in. this fucking mansion is decked out inside, too, and there is a live band that isn't playing christmas music, they're playing earth wind and fire. we stand in the entrance for a moment and realize that everyone in attendance is wearing rather elaborate christmas clothes—not period or fancy, but very obviously participating in a christmas party.

it's when a pair of drunken guests pass the two of us, dressed in warm black clothing like a true duo of socal goths, and thank us as they leave, clearly mistaking us for waitstaff or something, that my anxiety starts to get the better of me. i say we should at least find the hosts and say hi to them if we're going to snoop around their party, but finding them seems like an ordeal so we step back outside, which is fine with my bf because he wants to do one thing only.

see, the hill of artificial snow in a los angeles suburb is there for a specific reason: you can sled down it. i am a little too nervous to do so, but my bf gets in the very short line (maybe two people in front of him) he gets his turn, which i film on my phone, partially obscured by palm trees wrapped in christmas lights. i meet back up with him and we head back down the steps. he stops to peer at the paperwork people have been asked to sign—he has interpreted this as a guest book, i thought it might be a photo release form.

he immediately whispers to me, "let's go, let's go," and we hurry away from the party. once we reach the next house i ask him what they were signing. turns out it was a liability waiver, which he was supposed to sign if he was going to go sledding, and very much did not.

merry christmas, a freylikhn khaneke, and happy hollandaise.

[denimbex1986]

'All of Us Strangers, a British romance fantasy masterpiece made by the masterful Andrew Haigh in 2023, is an amazing romantic fantasy. Inspired by Taichi Yamada’s 1987 novel Strangers, this theatrical gem is the second time the novel has been turned into a movie. The first movie, The Discarnates, was released in Japan in 1988 and was directed by Nobuhiko Obayashi. The movie has a great story, and terrific actors like Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, Jamie Bell, and Claire Foy, who give great performances. Seven important awards, including the highly popular Best Director and Best Screenplay titles, were given to the film at the 2023 British Independent Film Awards.

The website Rotten Tomatoes praises the movie with an impressive 98% approval rating from 84 critics, giving the movie an average score of 8.5/10. The combined knowledge of the site sums up the movie as a look at deep grief and love seen through a kaleidoscope of fantastical lenses that are always rooted in the crucible of human emotion. Metacritic gives the movie a high score of 91 out of 100 based on the opinions of 30 reviewers, which is a loud declaration of “universal acclaim.”

What is the Plot?

As we get deeper into the story, we become immersed in Adam’s, a lonely London wordsmith. His drunken encounter with his neighbor Harry is the start of a story full of ghostly encounters and personal insights. As Adam walks through the holy halls of his childhood home, the ghosts of his dead parents appear and tell a moving story of loss and longing. As Adam and Harry move through the stages of their growing relationship, a tango of feelings plays out, involving themes of acceptance, identity, and family problems.

There are many moving times in the movie’s journey through time, such as when Adam tells his mother he is gay and her mixed acceptance and worry. After having sexual encounters, Harry talks about the rough parts of his own family fights for acceptance. In the spectral realms, Adam’s communication with his father becomes a moving release that brings up hurts from being bullied as a kid. Adam’s fantasies start when he goes clubbing and takes ketamine at night. He imagines having a perfect relationship with Harry, which ends with him waking up on Christmas morning in the family farm...'

#All of Us Strangers #The Discarnates #Taichi Yamada #Strangers #Andrew Haigh #Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Rotten Tomatoes #British Independent Film Awards