#dust on the lens baby!

[shesnake]

“When Hector enquired how well I knew Mr Brown, I said not at all. Please don't make me lie to you as well.”

Anna Chancellor & Peter Capaldi in The Hour season 2 episode 1 (2012) dir. Sandra Goldbacher

#thehouredit #perioddramaedit #tvedit #anna chancellor #peter capaldi #the hour #the hour bbc #abi morgan #tv #gif #* #q #usertom #akajustmerry #pcapaldiedit #lix storm #randall brown #lix and randall make eye contact 2 dead 11 injured #dust on the lens baby!

[leclsrc]

a charles drabble with love language/s pls.... its all i want its all i have ever wanted

real love baby – cl16

You express love differently, but it’s love all the same.

genre: fluff

auds here... i hope you enjoy it! this is a scheduled post – my brain is so wonky and i absolutely needed to get back into writing before my hands atrophied and i wasted away into dust …. so i worked on a months-old req that i previously scrapped. am i happy w this? well i’ll answer that honestly and say

It happens first when you’re still friends.

Charles gets off a late meeting that’s wormed its way into the late hours of night, costing him hours of rest or training, and the paddock is empty save for staff members setting up for Sunday. He’s still got Sauber merch slung over his arm when he clicks on his car keys—when the lights flash, he notices a shadow by an adjacent car. “Hello?” He calls out, apprehensive. They let anyone into the area these days.

“It’s me,” says your voice, amused at the clear nerves his voice exhibits. “Why’re you leaving so late?”

“I couldn’t leave without making sure everything was set for tomorrow.” There are circles under your eyes, obscured by the lens of your glasses, the ones you wear when you’ve been staring at text or a screen for hours too long. You work a lot in the crux of a season, coordinating investors for Mercedes and making sure money is where it’s supposed to be every single day. “We’re getting budget breach accusations.”

“I planted them,” he jokes half-heartedly, leaning his side against the trunk of your car. You laugh, rolling your eyes. It’s not the funniest joke in the world—it wouldn’t pass at all if he did that at an open mic—but something makes it easy to do so, to throw your head back and affirm his attempt at comedy. 

Charles is so tired—from driving in the morning and results in the afternoon to a meeting that lasted hours and discussed basically his entire fucking future—but he enjoys having you laugh at something he’s said. He doesn’t really know why, just savors the way your necklace glints in the dim light of the parking lot and the leftover lighting from the paddock several metres away. 

“Funniest joke I’ve heard in a while,” you say mutely, sarcastic. Your car is on but you’re not getting in.

“Does Henry not entertain you with jokes of his own?” He asks lightly, smiling. “Henry? Harry? Or is he busy with… what was it, an online rap career?”

“Harvey.” You’re not laughing, and in fact displaying some expression that’s half amusement/disappointment, but he can spot the beginnings of a smile on your lips. “You knew that. And he’s not an online rapper.” Anymore, you leave out.

“Oh, that’s good. Was worried he was out to get Drake’s career.” You raise a hand to threaten him playfully, a genuine laugh escaping your lips. Your teeth flash and your eyes crinkle and his head doesn’t hurt so much anymore. “Appreciate the jokes while you still can,” he says anyway. “My migraines lately have made me very sluggish.”

You blink, reaching into your patterned handbag and producing a tiny bottle of Advil. “Take it,” you tell him, lips pursed. “Can’t have this year’s best rookie having chronic headaches.” You push it into his hand and smile tightly.

“Thanks,” he stutters, his throat dry. “I’ll see you around. With Harvey, maybe. You could introduce us.”

“Hah. Not sure that’s something I’d… I’d really want,” you dismiss quietly, watching him round the space to open his car. Louder, you add, “Let me know when you’re okay.”

He looks at you then downward. Then at you again, smile on his face. “I will.” He raises the Advil and gives it a shake. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you say, grinning. 

—

The next time it happens (the next time you can both remember well, at least) you’re in the sweet little in-between of being friends and something else. He calls it his courting stage; you, your begrudgingly allowing it stage. At that point things had gone awry with Harvey, since he’d decided to jump back into his pursuit of Soundcloud fame.

“Hey.” You duck into the gym room, your head just in between the door and the frame. Seb sees you, bumps his teammate to catch his attention further; Charles jogs to you and leans against the wall, crossing his arms to hear you continue. “I’m leaving early today. No money issues.” You nod squarely. “Parce que I stole the funds.”

“I warned you. If you keep talking about embezzlement I’m going to have to kiss you,” he whisper-jokes, smiling.

He watches you hide a laugh, visibly flustered and stuttery, and he swears his chest hurts from how much it affects him, how strong his attraction is to you. He’s almost terrified of it, comforted only when you open your mouth to respond: “Are you gonna be in early tonight?”

“I, uh—” He turns to Seb. “We’ll be done in an hour, but I’m driving so I’ll wait around ’til later. Just… I’ve been too sore to properly get these moving for long so I need to rest for a bit.” He wiggles his arms and fingers. “It’s, well. The price you pay for being very muscular.”

“Jokes write themselves with you,” you scoff, cocking your head. “Okay, then. Um—I’ll see you.”

An hour later he leaves to take a piss and dick around while waiting for the dull ache at the nape of his neck to relax, and instead finds you in the Ferrari motorhome, close to sleeping. Your eyes snap open when they hear the pad of his sneakers against the floor. “Oh.” 

“Oh?” He smiles, his heartstrings tugging. “What’s… what are you doing here?”

“Waiting.” You mirror his expression with quiet grace. “I can drive you back, Charles. It’s—you shouldn’t be driving yourself in this condition. I got Andrea to drive your car to your hotel.” 

Despite his protests, he does end up becoming the passenger, and by extension the navigator and deejay, queuing up songs for you both to sing along to. In the unfamiliarity of the city and the dull exhaustion seeping into his bones, though, he’s asleep to a Police song before long. His hand rests softly on the centre console.

At the red light right before the hotel, you interlock your pinkies to wake him up. “Mmmff?”

“We’re near,” you notify, smiling at his sleepy expression.

“Thank you,” he yawns. Then for good measure, “Didn’t know I was in such good hands.”

“You ever gonna stop with the jokes?” You ask amusedly, turning right.

“Not if they make you laugh.”

“They do,” you murmur, fond. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he says quietly, holding your hand fully.

—

Life became a blur of little moments like those after that night.

Sure touches, words of assurance from Charles; little deeds from you. Whispered in French or Italian or English while he wrapped you in an embrace on bad days. A spout of cheers on the better ones. A water bottle with a Post-it: Finish before noon!!! when he’d gone to bed mouthing off about being thirsty. A cup of coffee on the counter the way he liked it on days you both had the time.

Sometimes it would switch: that time you were sick and he showed up to the Mercedes motorhome, Evian and meds in hand every six hours to make sure you were up to sched with your cold medication. That time you wrote him a letter for your third anniversary and watched him wipe tears off his face before he even made it halfway. Another time he organised your flat’s entire bookshelf according to all your standards (only to ask you to move in a week later and redoing the organisation at his place). And another time you gave a speech on Charles at a gala and he accepted the award, again, tearily.

But every action, every word, every joke, every hug, has always been motivated by love. The kind of tender love, that was unfamiliar in the same way it felt so much like home. The kind of love you read about or your parents would send you off to sleep talking about. Love so foolish, but so sure—neither of you have ever needed to doubt for a second. The kind of love so big it should be confusing, but you’ve both come to find it’s anything but, that you always seem to be on the same page, or at least capable of getting there. Closeness, intimacy, friendship—that’s all it’s ever been.

And everything, punctuated with the same sentiment, the same words, ever since the first time:

“Thank you,” he says in one breath, his voice heavy with love, with overwhelm. “Thank you, thank you.” He finds your ring finger and slides the diamond atop it. 

“Anything,” you say, smiling in-between kisses, “anything for you.”

#f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc drabble #f1 x reader

[bchan95]

Help Me (Bang Chan x Reader)

Based on Chan's recent bubble messages.....

She heard the door to the hotel room open and slam shut, causing me to turn my head to the side and see her boyfriend come into view. He looked tired, but he was smiling. Deep bags under those painted eyelids and sweat still dripping from every visible surface of his body.

Every performance took it out of him. He would always come home exhausted. But she couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he still made sure to kiss her lips and tell her goodnight no matter how late his mixing or recording or performing fell into the late evening or early morning.

His eyes finally met her gaze and her eyes crinkled at the sight of his scrunched nose. He dropped his bag by the bed and fell to her side on the mattress, lazily wrapping his arms around her waist and whining dramatically. She giggled, letting her fingers graze up and down his hands, admiring the veins popping against his skin.

“Mmm,” She started softly, leaning her head down to kiss his head. “Are you tired baby?”

She leaned back and watched as he rose to a sitting position. He nodded slowly, before letting his head dip back into the crevice of her shoulder, nuzzling into her.

“You’re all sweaty, I shouldn’t even let you near me,” She said through giggles.

His head shot up quickly, his lip jutting out into a pout before whining again. She rolled her eyes before bringing her hand forward to touch his cheek. Her thumb grazed against the skin, watching contently as his eyes drifted closed with her touch.

“Baby let’s get you in the shower,” She said with another kiss to his temple.

He shifted again, turning to face her. In one quick motion her had wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. Her cheeks ghosted with pink as she met his close gaze. His eyes wandered her features for a moment before settling at her lips with a smile on his. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers softly. As they pulled away, his eyes widened as he looked at her.

“What Chan?” She said, bringing her hand up to his hair and combing her fingers through it.

He continued to stay silent, bringing his lip inbetween his teeth as he stared at her. She couldn’t help but admire his face from this close. His nose was so cute, slightly dusted with freckles. Those blue eye contacts, slightly jarring at first, but melted into his aura perfectly after one long look.

“Baby.” He started, running his fingers up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“Mhm, yes Channie.”

His smile grew even bigger at the sound of his nickname. His hands moving down to her waist, he began to draw circles on her hips as he spoke.

“Before I shower, I need to take out these lens…” He said, voice trailing off at the end.

“Right…” She started, leaning her head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

She watches as Chan sighs heavily, his shoulders following his breathing. He pulls her even closer to him, earning a squeal from her. She lets her hands fall to his chest, roaming around freely in the silence for a moment. The quiet was broken when Chan made a slight coughing noise, causing your eyes to raise to meet his.

“Can you…” His eyes trailed away from her for a moment before returning. “Can you help me take them out.”

This sent her into a fit of giggles, playfully tapping on his chest as she shook her head. Chan looked at her with wide eyes, waiting for a proper response.

“Chan, I could literally poke your eyeball out,” She said, bringing her hand back up to cup his chin. “I’ve never taken out lens.”

His cheeks become rosy again under her bright smile. She didn’t give him a second become bashful, turning his face so that they met eye to eye again.

“I was just trying to be romantic…” He said quietly.

Her smile widened, leaning in and pressing another soft kiss to his lips. She pecked his lips three more times before forcing herself away from his face.

“And I’m trying to keep you a two-eyed popstar.”

It was his turn to giggle, bringing her body flesh to his and eyeing her down. His hands met at the small of her back, slowly rubbing up and down for a moment before halting as he leaned closer to her face.

“Fine” he said with a sigh. “They can I at least have one more kiss before you force me to shower.”

“Fine,” She scrunches her nose in fake disgust. “Kiss me you stinky man.”

He rolled his eyes before leaning even more forward, her eyes softly closing. Before their lips could meet, she felt her body being pulled forward. She giggled as he toppled them both down to the bed, her falling flat onto his chest.

He tightened his grip around her and smiled brightly at her shocked expression. Finally, she leaned down and met his embrace once again, their lips meeting softly once again.

#bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #bangchan x y/n #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids x y/n #bang chan x oc #stray kids fanfic #bang chan

[sepdet]

First light from ESA's new Euclid space telescope with an ultra high-res, wide-angle lens to map the structures of the universe, helping astronomers study dark matter/energy.

Perseus Cluster of Galaxies

This Moon-sized patch of sky looks back ten billion light-years and shows about 100,000 galaxies, plus some stars from our own galaxy (points with diffraction spikes).

The cluster's Y shape reveals the gravitational influence of dark matter filaments, the web of the universe which until now was too big to fit in any telescope's view.

The Hidden Galaxy (IC 342)

Euclid took only 5 hours to peer through the thickest part of our own galaxy edge-on and capture this galaxy hidden behind it.

Its spiral shape gives us an idea what the Milky Way would look like from above. The image is false color: red has been shifted towards blue so infrared can be shifted up to red we can see.

Irregular Dwarf Galaxy NGC 6822

Just 1.6 million light-years from Earth, this little companion to the Milky Way is so close that until now it could only be captured in low res by ground telescopes or zoomed in to just one small part by Webb or Hubble.

It has a lot of old, low-metal, first-generation stars that can help astronomers study the universe's history.

Globular Star Cluster NGC 6397

It looks similar to a dwarf galaxy, but is much smaller and closer at just 7800 light-years away, and it's within the Milky Way. Perturbations of its outer stars in streaks and waves give clues about gravitational interactions within the Milky Way.

Again, other telescopes can't see the whole cluster in any detail, both because of its size and the high contrast between the bright center and faint outer stars, which would take Hubble hours to capture. Euclid imaged both in just an hour.

The Horsehead Nebula

This smear of dust lies in the larger star-forming region of the Orion Nebula just below Orion's belt. It's one of the most busy star nurseries in our vicinity, just 1375 light-years away.

Euclid's resolution is such that close study of this one-hour exposure should reveal many baby stars, brown dwarfs, and young Jupiter-mass planets.

#euclid #euclid space telescope #space telescopes #esa #astrophotography #astronomy #space

[schrijverr]

You Don’t Know Me, But I Know You 6

Chapter 6 out of 6

5 times Tim showed he stalked Robin + 1 time Jason did

Inspired by this post of thecrazyleader.

On AO3.

Ships none

Warnings: none

~~~~

+1. Jason Acts Familiar

It’s a slow night. No one has commented on it yet, since none of them want to jinx it, but all have been luxuriating in the quiet.

“Since when does DC have a branch in Gotham?” Tim’s voice suddenly breaks the silence.

“What is this DC? Is it a new terrorist organization? I have not heard of them,” Damian asks.

“No, it’s a coffee shop, most people call it DC Coffee, but the C already stands for coffee, so that’s stupid,” Tim explains. “They were never in Gotham before.”

“Ugh, of course you wouldn’t just call it DC Coffee, because you’re a pretentious ass,” Steph rolls her eyes. “What sort of monstrosity do you order?”

“I don’t order a monstrosity,” Tim says offended.

“Yes, you do,” Jason inserts himself into the conversation. “It’s literally called the Death Wish and it’s the only chain that serves it. Of course you’re excited it’s here.”

“Shut up,” Tim hisses, but it’s overshadowed with multiple concerned family members preemptively banning him from entering. Bruce even considers buying it, so he can quite literally ban Tim.

“My coffee intake is not that bad!” Tim shouts over the noise. “No one in the family is normal about caffeine, I just get singled out for it. It’s unfair. Let me go to my favorite coffee shop in peace. I usually only get to go there on bus…” Tim falls silent suddenly.

After two beats, a concerned Dick tentatively asks: “Are- are you good, Baby Bird? What’s happening?”

Ignoring Dick, Tim asks: “Hood, how the fuck did you know what I order? You’re literally never there when I do, because I only get to on business trips or when I’m at Titan Tower.”

Jason is quiet.

“Oh my god, have you been stalking me? You’ve totally been stalking me,” Tim exclaims, torn between disturbed and delighted.

“No, I haven’t,” Jason protests, but Tim ignores him.

“After weeks of calling me a stalker and a creeper, here you are, doing the exact same. I can’t believe the hypocrisy!” Tim goes on.

“I wasn’t stalking you!” Jason yells, hoping to be louder than Tim to shut him up.

It works. Tim falls quiet. But then Steph asks: “Then why do you know his coffee order in a chain you’ve never seen him go to. Even I didn’t know that and I dated him.”

“Yes, how did you obtain this information without observation?” Damian inquires.

Jason is quiet for a second, then says: “Okay, so it wasn’t without observation, but observation and stalking isn’t the same at all.”

“It totally is,” Tim exclaims indignantly.

“No, it’s not,” Jason argues. “I was observing your routine so I could break in and kill you, that’s not at all the same as running around at night, because you’re a creepy looser, whose only human interaction is through a camera lens.”

“Okay, harsh,” Tim says.

“Yeah, way too harsh. I mean, I agree with you and I love ragging on Red Bridie-boy here, but that’s- that’s a lot,” Steph says, a jikes in her voice.

“Alright, yeah, you’re right, sorry, that was too much,” Jason agrees. “But I still think it’s not the same.”

“It totally is,” Tim says, easily forgiving the harsh words. They truly have gotten closer. Then he proceeds to be a little shit by crowing: “Stalker, stalker, stalker. Red Hood is a stalker.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Jason chants, trying and failing to drown him out.

“No. Creeper, creeper,” Tim starts up, Steph having no trouble joining in, despite not even agreeing with Tim.

“One of my plans was fucking poisoning you with your coffee order. I can dust that plan off, if you don’t stop right the fuck now,” Jason threatens.

“Still a stalker,” Tim singsongs, before turning off his com. He hasn’t taken Jason’s threat seriously in ages, he wonders when that happened.

#rr writing #batman #batfam #batfamily #tim drake #stalker tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #stephanie brown #damian wayne #dc #dc comics

[persphonesorchid]

Sunset Muse - KTH

Summary: Tae just wants to take photos of you 

Warnings: none 

Genre: fluff 

WC: 658 

Notes: finally wrote something for Tae! So yay! Back to writing again, go me!

Other works - Here

Taehyung smiles, watching you through the lens of the Instax mini Polaroid camera, only taking photos when you look away so you wouldn’t see the flash. There’s a strawberry candy straw hanging between your teeth, fingers dusted with specs of white sugar, no doubt, sticky and catching on the material of your cotton shorts.

There’s a little sound as the photo slides out of the slot at the bottom, not loud enough to catch your attention, and Taehyung easily places the photo on the floor with the others he’s taken throughout the day.

“Y/n.” He calls softly, nudging his socked foot against your thigh to grab your attention, which had been focused on the TV for a little over a half hour. You’re too busy lost in the show you’re watching to give him more than a little hum of acknowledgement, and a barely there turn of your head. “Look this way for a second?”

You wave your fingers at him, and he could see your brows furrow – you’re listening, though, not really. Taehyung knows that anything he says would go through your ears and you’d ask him about it later, but he needs you to focus now.

You chew absently on the candy straw, your other hand extends towards him with the packet of candy – most likely thinking it’s what he asked you for. Gently, Taehyung pushes your hand away and you shrug, taking another to chew on.

He leans forward and pokes your side with his fingers, and lets them linger there – a threat, he knows how ticklish you are. “The lighting’s good – you won’t miss anything.”

And the lighting is; the sun’s finally come out after hiding behind the clouds all day, breaking through the puffs of dark gray with burnt orange beams as it makes its descent. It spills into his apartment through the window he’d forgotten to pull the blinds shut for – caressing everything with a golden glow. There’s little patches of indigo and blush, looming behind a far away building, remnants of the rainy day blowing away on a light, calm wind.

He wiggles his finger into your side and you squirm, swatting at his hand but missing. Taehyung chuckles, “I’ll be quick, promise.”

You sigh, “I’m at the good part though...” You finally turn, sugar tumbling off the candy stick with the motion, “I can’t pause it because someone lost the remote.”

That someone was you, but Taehyung doesn’t correct, instead, he tugs on the end of your tee. “Come on, baby. Two minutes, I promise.” He puts up two fingers for emphasis, waving them at you.

You glance at him and then at the TV, “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.” He says, following with the motion, and even though you narrow your eyes at him, he smiles and gets up, letting you get comfortable on the couch. You let him arrange you however he wanted, and it takes him two minutes, as he promised. He leaves you not long after, scooping up the photos he took earlier, he drops a kiss to your hair and shuffles off to his studio.

“Tae?”

He hums, poking his head back into the living room – you’ve tilted your head back on the armrest of the couch, “Are you coming back?”

“Yeah, I’ll be about five minutes...maybe...” Smiling fondly, Taehyung pats the pockets of his pants for his phone, “Wanna order some food?” Tucking the camera under his chin, he passes his phone to you, “I’ll be back, yeah?”

“Gimme a kiss first, loser.”

“Mean. I should be a brat too and just go do what I’m doing and ignore you.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.” You laugh, shifting to sit up, you place his phone on the coffee table. “C’mon, give me my kiss and you can go.”

Taehyung kisses your cheek, darting off into the hallway when you whine and reach for him.

“That doesn’t count!” You call.

“You didn’t specify!”

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#kim taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung drabble #Taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #bts v #persphonesorchid

[seas-storyarchive]

Lens Flair - What if

Note: this has Angel and Alastor friendship; could be seen as Radiorose (if not in one-sided)

[[MORE]]

It started as a taunting gift from Angel.

Hmm.. no, can't kill him. Valentino would call for war. Not to mention Charlie would be angry with him. No, no, that simply wouldn't be do.

He was hesitant, at first. He had his monocle, his vision was leagues better in death than it had been in life. So..

"Angel Dust?"

"Yeah, Smiles?" Angel was sitting with the others, most likely for cover from whatever Alastor would potentially do to him.

"Why on earth did you get me.. these?" He showed the item, they were red glasses with black rims.

So, he didn't sound mad? Well, not yet anyways. "Oh! It's cause yous like ta read, and ya squint a lot when yous confused at somethin', and I thought it'd be a nice way not ta strain yer lookin' at all dhose small prints or gettin' lost in da mental sause or whatevah's up dhere." Angel waved an arm about to illustrate his point. "Gotta keep dhem doe eyes looking wide, afta all. Let me know if dhey work alright, or if ya need a prescription pair, I got a guy dhat owes me a favor."

He looked at the glasses in his hands, feeling conflicted. "Hmm..." Dare he put them on? In front of others? Well, he was no stranger to glasses.. but..

"Here, lemme help ya." When the fuck did Angel get up and come so close!?

"Hmm!?" Alastor was frozen, like a dear in headlights, when Angel pulled the arms of the glasses open and carefully slid them onto Alastor's face.

Despite how having human ears anymore and the constant hair products, Alastor's hair still retained enough thickness to hold the glasses in place along with his nose.

Seeing the world through red lenses? Hm.. wonderful! Oh, if only they had these in his time! What a world of difference it would have made!

"Hey, Smiles." The snapping of fingers in front of him made him blink and his ears twitch.

Alastor looked up to see Angel had backed away a bit, one lower hand holding the elbow of the upper hand that wasn't in his face, trying to decide if he liked the image.

"How you feelin'-!?" A hug. A fucking hug. Initiated, by Alastor. Angel hesitantly hugged him back, as Alastor wasn't known for his hugs and- was that a tail that was brushin' against his lower arms! Holy hell!

"Wonderful, my fine fellow." He pulled back to smile at Angel. "One would even say.. enriched."

"Well, let's see." He turned to the others on the couch and chairs, watching. Al's face mostly blocked by Angel, so they weren't seeing much. "Nifft, can I see the book Al was readin'?"

"Okay!" Niffty grabbed the book and hopped off the couch, making her way over. Her eye widened when she saw Alastor's face, gasping. "Oh, Alastor sir! You look great!" She said as Angel took the book from her.

There was a very soft noise of something brushing against fabric - oh yea, the tail - as Alastor smiled at Niffty. "Why thank you, Niffty! I feel, well, simply nifty."

"Don't count it yet, let's check dhat readin' ah yours." Angel opened to the first page, mindful of the satin bookmark halfway through, holding it up. "Can you read dhis?"

Alastor tried, and found out he could - the noise getting louder as he made a 'happy deer noise' as Charlie and Niffty joked once. "Ho ho! Why, I haven't been able to see this clearly since 1931 when I got a new prescription! I'd venture to say that this is the clearest that everything has ever been!"

"Ignorin' dhat littl' tidbit for now- you ready ta put on a show?" Angel asked with a smirk.

"I suppose..?" Alastor tilted his head, squinting - nope, glasses seemed to only make this funnier. But Angel wisely kept it quiet as he turned around.

"Alright, yous mugs! Get ready fer a surpise.." Angel paused, and turned to Alastor, "wait, Smiles, do the creepy neck thin- yea, that.." creepy eyes on the back of his head bitch. "Oh, wait! Can you strike a pose - oh dhere's da money maker baby!"

Angel turned back to the crowd, clearing his throat. "Now, please give a round ah applause fer Smiles and his new eyewear!" He stepped away from Alastor.

They saw the back of his head, nothing new, while his body was in a performative pose.

"And- turn, baby! Show off dhat money maker!" Angel encouraged, his hands held up to form a square to 'focus' on Alastor.

Turn Alastor did, a wide and friendly smile on his face, to show off his new eyewear.

Husk spat out his drink. Vaggie's mouth dropped open. Lucifer cut himself while carving a duck. Charlie and Rosie - she'd helped Angel pick out the glasses, of course she was there - were silent.

Charlie was the first to speak, seeing the slow deflation of Alastor's face. "Oh Al! You look amazing!" She stood up with a smile, walking towards him and taking his hands.

"Y- you really think so?" Alastor asked, with a stutter, embarrassed. "I uh.. I have a face meant for radio and all, so I never truly considered getting a new prescription in death.."

"Uh, yeah! You look amazing!" Charlie turned to the room. "Right, everyone?" She squinted her eyes a bit in warning.

"Uh, yeah.. nice eyewear." Husk said, in fear of his life, before quickly starting to chug his beer.

"Not bad, Antlers." Lucifer said, finally mentally saying 'fuck it' and summoning a first aid kit.

"It suits you, truly." Ah, Vagatha.. always so curt with him.

And now, always time for the honest opinion of-

"Why I must say!" Rosie was fanning her face and - was she blushing!? "I wasn't expecting those to be such a perfect fit."

Oh.. oh, Alastor could work with this.

"Really? How so?" Alastor grinned at he moved away from Charlie to prance about - also testing his spacial awareness with the glasses.

"Oh, you know! I just.. glasses, and you, and your.. your immaculate image! I didn't want to up end-"

Alastor was suddenly in her face - nose to nose, for lack of a comparison, good ol' Alastor and ignoring boundaries - and all words died in Rosie's mouth. Oh, oh no - he's hot!

"Up end, how?" Alastor grinned as he asked her - breath of death be damned. "I think these make me look more, hm, articulate with my facial expressions." He batted his doe eye lashes at her. "Don't you think?"

Fuck! Fucking fuck! Rosie had trapped herself, the sound of sharp nails gripping and tearing into upholstery was heard.

And then - this little moment was ruined.

"Yeah! Get it, babies!" Angel whistled and started to whoop.

Alastor pulled away too quick for Rosie's liking, but at the same time she was also relieved.

"Well! If you'll all excuse me," Alastor backed up from Rosie, a smile of - oh, so triumph was what he was going for.. that bitch, "I must prepare for a radio broadcast!" And then, he vanished into shadows.

"Um, Rosie?" Charlie's voice made Rosie snap her head towards her. "Are.. are you okay?" Was she.. smiling?

"Y- yes. I'm.. I'm fine." No, she was not. She stood up, retracting her nails from the chair. "I, have some business to tend to in Cannibal Town! Fair well for the day, all!"

And, she was gone. After a minute..

"Damn, Smiles got a way wit' da ladies!" Angel said with a grin as he laughed. "Did you see dah way dhat chick looked at Smiles? Looked like she was ready for some bow-chicka-wow-wow!"

"Angel Dust, please!" Charlie scolded.

"What? You heard how she grippped Smiles' chair!" Angel laughed. "Oh! Oh man! At least now, I don't gotta teach Smiles how to charm someone! Kid's doing fine on his own!" He was now doubled over.

"Didn't think he had it in him." Husk said, before going to down another drink to get rid of the images the first one disgustingly left him with.

"Guys.." Charlie was trying to get them to stop.

"Seriously. Stop it." Vaggie had to agree with Charlie.

Angel kept laughing. "Hey- hey Luci? What you think? Smiles on top?"

Lucifer gave an ungodly snort. "Guy is definitely a power bottom with her."

Angel was now on the floor. "That's even funnier holy shit!"

Niffty's eye widened. "New lore.." She then rushed off to go write her stories.

"Charlie, let's just leave them be." Vaggie said, guiding Charlie out of the room.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel what if #radiorose #could be #one sided radiorose #also could be #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

Chapter Three: Under the Sea

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader

"Okay first thing's first, we need group photos for the promos." Chris herded the group to the end of the dock. You and Duncan stood near each other, Ezekial stood behind you, breathing down your neck. On the other side of you was Bridgette, and next to Duncan was Courtney.

Chris held up a camera but something was off. The camera's lens weren't glinting in the harsh sun. But before you could voice you suspicions, you felt someone grab your ass. "Hey, uh, beautiful." Ezekial whispered in your ear and you felt your mind cloud, and your hands reach for your gun stowed in the wasteline of your pocket.

"Hands off." Duncan said before you could do anything. His hand subconciously grabbed onto yours stopping your movements.

"Uh, sorry man." Ezekial turned his eyes down, and then suddenly....

The dock gave out.

Water had always been your friend. It made every nerve on your body feel at ease. Duncan on the other hand? Not so much. With his father's history of... tough love, he didn't like water. Punishments at his house always consisted of water.

Drowning, water boarding, stealing his senses.

You searched through the sea of thrashing people and grabbed his hand pulling him up towards the air above. You proppeled both of you onto land, just like everybody else. But Duncan was frozen, his knees were at his chest, his hair still stood up (too much damn hair gel, I swear), and his eyes were wide.

"Hey, tiger. With me?" You grabbed his hand slowly and held it to your pulse on your neck. It was quiet for a minute, until his fingers twitched over your neck.

"I want to go home." He whispered. "Juvie was never home, baby. You know that. They beat us, and ruined us. If we go back I don't want to live like a caged animal anymore." You whispered. "But it was just us." Duncan sighed before he stood up dusting his pants and helping you get the sand out of your hair.

You forgot you were on a TV show.

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Quickly you reconvened at the campfire with the whole group. "This is camp Wawanaka. Your home for the next eight weeks." Duncan was standing behind you, his hands twirling your hair between his fingers, weaving it into a braid rather quickly as Chris spoke.

"The campers around you will be your competition, your cabin mates, maybe even your friends, you dig?"

You were barely listening. You knew your assignment.

But Duncan was listening for the both of you, he always will, and always would. He noticed the ginger nerdy kid beside him was inching closer and closer to you by the second. So with a quick move, he held a knife to the boys thigh, making sure he not the message before putting it away.

"The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win 100,000 dollars." Chris continued seemingly unaware as to what was happening. You rolled your eyes laughing. Duncan spent more then that in four days.

Duncan raised a hand. "What will the sleeping arangments be? I'd like to request a bunk under her." He pointed at Heather and you gagged rolling your eyes. "Don't settle for a pretentious ass." You muttered to him. "Jealous, sweetheart?" He smiled looking at you. "Never." You stuck your tongue out.

"Please tell me they aren't Co-Ed." Heather begged. "Girls get one side of each cabin, boys get the other." Chris quickly explained and you paled. Stuck, alone, with a bunch of girls.

What if it was like juvie.

What if they tried to jump you at night like those girls.

You felt your vision going black, but Duncan pinched you quickly bringing you back to life. "Excuse me, Kevin? Can I get a cabin with a lakeview since I'm the prettiest." The sweet spaced-out blondie asked the host who laughed before saying "I mean, you are. But that's not really how it works here.. and it's Chris."

The two twin best friends started begging to sleep near each other.

Duncan for some reason bet you he could give a deer a noogie, shortly after you had to give him five dollars.

Chris gave the people the first assignment. There was the screaming gophers, and the killer bass. You and Duncan were on the killer bass. The red flag was thown towards Harold and you looked at the symbol.

"Huh... interesting?"

"Alright campers, you and your teams will be on cameras at all times, in all areas, during this competition."

He showed you to an outhouse where he said that "You'll be able to share your inner most thoughts in here. On tape with video diaries anytime you want." Gwen got in almost right after he said that.

Then everyone else.

Duncan stared at the camera with a look the viewers described as "terrified." he rubbed his face tiredly and said "I just want to get her and I out safely. If you guys can help us with that, I'd be terrific."

Then you went in.

"I want him to stay. Until the end, he should get that money." Was all you said before exiting.

Chris then showed you the cabins where you quickly dropped off your stuff near Courtney's bunk before exiting to go see where Duncan was sleeping. He was below Harold and you almost would bet money that he was a bed-wetter. "Why is a girl in here?" Geoff asked the green-haired boy and Duncan just pointed back at you. "I can answer for myself, thank you very much. Duncan and I are friends, so I wanted to see where he was at. Does that make you feel better?" You smiled with fake sympathy dripping from your words.

Suddenly you heard a shrill scream and everyone went to the sound only to see Lindsay on a stool hiding from a cockroach. "Man, that white girl can scream." Leshawna sighed before everyone tried to step on the cockroach. Suddenly Duncan dissapeared, reappearing with an axe.

"DUNCAN, NO!"

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[autolenaphilia]

Child sex abuse is a real problem, and it’s an evil action that does deserve disgust. And there are intelligent ways to address it and how it is caused by systemic issues in our society. We can talk about how patriarchy and rape culture empowers men to rape, how abuse is caused by the power structure of the patriarchal family and by how children are denied human rights and are treated as property in our society. And how “pedophilia” as some kind of disordered sexual orientation is the wrong lens to look at it, instead of looking at it as a form of rape, an expression of power.

Yet the understandable disgust reaction people have towards CSA tends to overpower all rational thinking and it is exploited by the very people and systems that cause CSA. It cheapens the word. Like it’s almost impossible to take “pedophile” seriously as an accusation, because it is habitually used as an unfounded smear. As mentioned, “pedophile” is already abstracted from the actual act of child sex abuse, so it’s meaning can be stretched.

And “groomer” is even worse, like grooming children for abuse happens, but because it’s even more abstracted from the actual act of CSA, it’s even easier to abuse in that way. Giving basic sex ed is now “grooming.” Giving a child a honest answer when they ask the perennial question “where do babies come from?” instead of some condescending bullshit about storks is seen as suspect, instead of being seen as commendably honest and respectful of the child’s curiosity. And teaching them that gay and trans people exist and should be allowed to be exist, now that’s definitely grooming.

Even the serious sounding accusations are often bullshit. The moral disgust and outrage at CSA is so easily exploited by witch hunts. The Satanic ritual abuse panic of the 80s is one of the fountainheads of the modern pedohunting panic. It included a day-care sex-abuse hysteria which included the absolutely farcical Mcmartin preschool trial where claims of “children being flushed down toilets to secret rooms where they would be abused” (actually one of the less fantastical claims) were taken seriously. And like you think that kind of nonsense would be the end of it, but this kind of thing has just continued for decades. The early 00s British animated satire show Monkey Dust had a series of sketches about a “paedofinder general” parodying the british media pedohysteria of the time, and it has barely aged.

The Monkey Dust sketch linked above touches upon the fact that the victims of pedohunts are so often queer. One of the most common anti-queer tropes is the idea of “queer recruitment”, that queer people sexually abuse children, and that the abuse turns them queer. The idea of “acquired homosexuality” or “homosexual seduction” is one of the older tropes in the homophobic arsenal. In the current cultural moment, it’s often directed at trans people, and claims that young trans people are groomed into transness by older trans people, taking the form of the grooming conspiracy theory.

This is in part projection by the right-wing, especially outright fascists. They wish to uphold and strengthen patriarchy and rape culture and the power structure of the “traditional” patriarchal family. So they are not interested in looking at the actual causes of CSA, and instead look elsewhere. They explain CSA as caused by “sexual degeneracy”, which mainly includes queerness and other forms of non-normative sexuality like kink. The reason for sexual degeneracy is often explained through anti-semitic conspiracy theories about jews wishing to weaken the white race, and spreading pornography and other “degenerate” media among white people to that effect. Fascism relies on appeals on emotion, so spreading homo- and transphobia through connecting queer people to people’s disgust reaction to CSA is useful for them.

And queer tumblrites are not immune to this. Most discourse about “pedophilia” on this site go along right-wing or fascist lines of thought. They see CSA and other forms of sexual violence as being caused by “sexual deviancy”, often induced through consuming “bad” media or porn, instead of being caused by our society being a patriarchal rape culture.

The callout posts smearing victims as pedophiles often operate on flimsy evidence and tortured logic worthy of the paedofinder general (a pic of him would be a fun reaction image on here to these callout posts, but so few people know of Monkey Dust). They are a modern variation of the satanic ritual abuse panic of old.

And of course let’s be honest about the victims of these callouts: it’s mostly transfems. Societal transmisogyny primes people to view transfems as sexual predators, and it’s so easy to exploit that to destroy trans women. This form of transmisogyny is old in general society and in queer/feminist spaces in particular, Beth Elliott was a victim of it in the early 1970s. Texts like Hot Allostatic Load, “Crazy Trans Woman” syndromeand The Abuser’s Guide to Transmisogyny describe it well. The modern pedohysteria callout culture targeting transfems so prevalent on tumblr is another iteration in a long line. And it’s a variation on an idea that has fueled the persecution of queer people and justified fascism for over a hundred years.

#cw child abuse #cw csa mention #my writings #transmisogyny #callout culture #pedohysteria #Youtube

[peakyblinders1919]

Haddie Harrington Pt. 10

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The BMW would have looked out of place in the driveway of the little chateau save for the way it was worn, the once shining maroon paint now marked with age and dust and just enough scratches to look lived in. 

“It’ll be quick, I promise.” You didn’t need reassurance, but thats what Steve’s words did anyway. Once the door was unlocked, you were met with the smell of cleaning supplies and Steve’s earthy cologne, the hysterical wailing of Haddie, and the frantic rambling of Robin.

“Thank God you're here, I’ve tried everything, she won’t listen to me, she doesn’t like the voices I did, she’s been crying for you-”

“Robin, alright, alright, calm down… a minute, two tops.” He smiled back at you before slipping into her pink bedroom, hearing the faint hint of his high-pitched voice trying to lure Haddie back to sleep.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I wanted to be able to handle it, for me, for you, but I just, kids are used to routine and she doesn’t know me well enough yet and I don’t know her and what she likes… and maybe she doesn’t like me at all-”

“Robin, Robin, Robin. It’s fine. It’s alright.”

“But your date was ruined…”

“No it wasn’t. It’s just starting…” you smiled, taking the solitude you found yourself in making yourself feel at home.

The house itself was a stark contrast to Steve’s childhood home, this one small but perfectly lived in with stuffed animals littering the couch, a mess of papers on the kitchen counter, boots and shoes spilling over in the mud room, and candid family pictures on almost every free shelf and surface. Hanging back as Steve soothed Haddie back to sleep, the pictures were under your scrutinizing gaze; a baby picture of Haddie, a picture of Steve and Haddie with matching sunglasses at the beach and a shirt that reads “My First Beach Day,” another picture of a house that must have been his home before this one, painted blue with butter yellow shutters, and finally, a picture of Steve with a younger Haddie on his shoulders, and a beautiful blonde woman with Haddie’s eyes standing next to him, looking at them both with love and mountain and adventure behind her.

Is that her? You asked yourself, already knowing the answer. 

Haddie’s mom. 

She was stunning, so at ease and beautiful without trying to be. Where you should have felt jealousy, anger perhaps, all you felt was happiness for him. This picture was shiny and new and hope captured behind a camera lens, proof that Steve had successfully moved on and made a life for himself despite all the shortcomings he’d just shared with you. Whether he had fully forgiven himself or not, he had moved on. The Steve smiling in that picture surrounded by two beautiful women? That Steve could feel truly loved. He was deserving of love, worthy of her love, and the happiest version of himself. 

What happened?

Not realizing you’d even picked up the photo to examine it closer, Robin’s voice startled you to the point of nearly letting it fall from your hands. 

“Robin,” you gasped, fumbling to put the picture back on the mantle with the others. You regained your breath, a quiet look passing between you two, sad and sympathetic and all but saying everything you couldn’t bring yourself to. There was something too intimate about stepping into Steve’s life again after five years, and something even more intimate stepping into the place he had worked so hard to call home for his family.

Suddenly it was all too much. The house was beautiful but small, the four walls around you starting to press in on you. The house was too small because it was already too full, unable to allow someone else to move into the space, his space. 

The world went quiet, quiet enough to hear the faint whispers down the hall, Haddie’s little voice sounding excited that you were here, quietly asking Steve if you could read her to bed because she loved the voices you made.

Suddenly it was all too much. The idea of  playing house in a home that wasn’t yours, sliding into a position that wasn’t yours, into a role that would always belong to someone else. Not only were the walls pressing in around you, they were sucking the air out of the room, leaving you lightheaded and fighting for air. 

“Y/N?”

The world stopped, the pictures on the mantle blurs of color. Haddie’s door down the hallway opened with a slight squeak of its hinges, the sound of Steve’s heavy tred coming down the hall, accompanied by Haddie’s.

“I’m sorry.” It came out in a whisper, eyes glued to Robin, hoping she’d understand all that you wanted to be able to say before you pushed past Robin back out into the driveway, the chilly Hawkins air hitting you in the face like the reality check you needed.

Suddenly, your world was upside down. Left was right, right was wrong, and Steve was the one you loved, the one you always loved, and now that you knew he loved you back, you couldn’t do it. Couldn’t find it in you to stay with a man who looked the same, sounded the same, but wasn’t the same at all. He was grown, he had moved on, he knew what love was really supposed to feel like. And who were you to measure up to it now?

What had you done in all that time, years since he’d left you behind? You never left, you never got to see the world, hoping there was still something better out there for you than this. You walked the same streets day in and day out, hung out with the same people you did back in high school, you forgot what it was like to live. And now that you felt alive again, it was too scary.

“Y/N, wait!” Not noticing how far your legs had already taken you, you stopped in the middle of the quiet suburban road, not sure who was speaking to you.

“I can’t do it Robin. I can’t.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t be with him. I’m not supposed to be with him. He’s supposed to be with her, Haddie’s mom. I’m just… I’m just a dream he’s chasing. A dream that’s going to led them both to heartbreak. I can’t… I can’t…” It was difficult to find the words because there were simply none to express the overwhelming feeling carving its way into your chest. 

The next thing Robin said- Robin, normally known as the one to ramble more than you- was simple and the only thing you needed to hear. “Your feelings are getting a little too big so your just going to run away? That doesn’t seem like you.”

Running away hadn’t seemed like the kind of thing Steve would have done either, but he did. And that had changed everything.

“I… I need some time to think. Tell him,” you swallowed hard, “tell him I’m sorry and I’ll see him soon, yeah?”

“Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

“Because I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I see him right now.”

“Like what? What would you say to him? Say it to me.” 

Robin watched you pacing in the shadow of the streetlamps while the rest of the world slept.

“I’d, I’d, I’d say I forgive him. I forgive him for everything that he did and didn’t do. That I forgive him for leaving but it was still the hardest 5 year never hearing his voice, and it sounds better than it’s ever sounded before. I never left home but it never felt like home until he was back. Hawkins was never the same without him, I was never the same without him. My heart was never the same without him, it was broken and shattered and in the few weeks that he came back, he peiced it back together to something that feels. And I’m afraid if I went back right now and told him all that, I’d be with him the way I ached to be with him when I was 18, but we’re not 18 anymore, and I can’t say or do any of that in case too much has changed and my 18 year-old heart isn’t enough for his 25 year-old one. I’m not even scared he won’t live up to my expectations because… because I know he would, I’m scared I won’t live up to his. What if I can’t replace the woman he loved?” Silence. Eerie silence, the silence of the world asleep and the silence of them listening enveloped you until it was deafening. “What?”

Robin just shook her head at you, waiting until you turned and locked eyes with the very man you were talking about.

“Steve,” it come out as a gasp, perhaps shocked that he was there, or relieved that he had heard it and- was he smiling?

“I’ve got that drink ready inside, if you want.”

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[authortobenamedlater]

Chyler allowing herself to make a mistake in front of Tom from the vulnerability prompts? I feel like she's a big time perfectionist.

Also just gonna throw this out there, but "begging them to stay" sounds like it has great potential for some angsty injury feels with a Spartan pairing like John/Cortana or Fred/Kelly.

From these prompts.

Well this took me forever and ever to finish. And that was just the first prompt.

I had a more serious response for this, but I wanted to write something for this mini-AU ❤️

xxxxxx

“Tom? You—hold on.”

Tom sat with a bemused smile as the video feed in front of him shook and jumped to the soundtrack of a small child’s squawking. He’d finally managed to secure a real-time video call to his family on Luna, and for the first time in months he could watch the chaos unfold without a time delay.

“OK.” Chyler set her device on the counter. “You there?” She leaned down into the shot.

“I am.” Tom raised the volume on his headset and made sure the noise canceling function was on. Even so, it was hard to block out the constant drone of Flying Fortress’s engines and the other conversations going on around him in the room colloquially dubbed “the phone booth.” “Should I ask how things are going on the home front?”

“It’s—Kate! What is that? Oh, just Teddy. OK. Yeah, we’re good.” Chyler answered.

“Sounds it,” Tom observed dryly.

“Kate! Honey!” Chyler picked up the tablet and started walking across the tiny apartment. “Want to say hi to Dada?”

The camera display flipped around and Tom saw his daughter sitting on the floor playing with a brown teddy bear. “Princess Kate!” He greeted.

“It’s Dada!” Chyler said.

“Dada!” The two-and-a-half-year-old dropped the toy crawled toward the screen. Her dark curls flopped over her eyes.

Tom ducked his face out of view. “Now, where’s that adorable Kate?” He sat up and feigned surprise. “Kate!” He placed his hand in front of the camera. “No Kate!” He moved his hand away. “Kate!” He covered the lens again. “No Kate!”

The little girl giggled and squealed at the familiar game. Well, familiar to Tom. He wondered if Kate even remembered the last time they’d played.

She’s so much bigger than she was then.

She looks so much like her mom.

“You’re not causing any trouble for Mumma, are you?” Tom asked, trying to take his mind off the gnawing sensation in his chest.

“Not for me, but the teachers at Launch Pad tell me she’s a little escape artist,” Chyler reported as Kate reached out to the screen. “You know I went to pick her up yesterday and found her running up and down the hall?”

Tom’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“She must have slipped out while they were changing shifts,” Chyler jerked the tablet away. “Kate, stop.”

“I hope you had words with them.” Tom frowned.

“Tom, she’s fine.” The feed jumped as Chyler stood. “They have those tags for a reason. If she’d managed to get out of the building somehow it would have tripped the alarm.”

“Why doesn’t that make me feel better?” Tom sighed.

“Because you’re paranoid.” 

Tom scowled. “Daddy instinct, all right?”

Kate stood up and batted the display again. 

“Kate, don’t—don’t hit the End button!” Chyler jerked the tablet away.

“Dada!” Kate called.

“Hi, baby,” Tom chuckled as Chyler held the screen out of Kate’s reach. “Dada loves you.”

“Say ‘I love you’?” Chyler prompted.

“Ah ya yoo!” Kate responded, her tiny arms wrapping around her mother’s legs.

“Oh, I love you, Katie Bug.” Tom bit his tongue. He missed her so much. “Dada’s gonna see you next week, OK?”

“I can’t wait for you to get back,” Chyler said wearily. 

“I can’t wait to be back.” Tom watched Kate toddle back to her toys. “Kate probably thinks her dad lives in a computer screen.”

“She does not,” Chyler assured.

“And I’m starting to get claustrophobic in this tin can,” Tom added. “I’m ready to breathe air that isn’t recycled. And not have metal dust all over me. And see a color besides gray.”

“The last couple weeks is always the worst.” Chyler turned the camera to face herself and sat on the couch. “We’ve both been down this road.”

“I know, I know.” Tom rested his chin on his hand and took in his wife’s face. “I ever tell you you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?”

“That’s your deployment goggles talking,” Chyler said with a poorly concealed smile.

“Learn to take a compliment, hon.”

“I—oh!” A crash interrupted whatever Chyler was going to say. 

“Chyler?!” Tom sat up straighter in alarm as the tablet clattered to the floor.

“Shit!” Chyler exclaimed. “Kate!”

“Chyler!” Tom called loudly enough to draw some glances from the phone booth’s other occupants.

“I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” Chyler made a grunt of frustration. “You didn’t hear that, Kate.” Chyler picked up the tablet and pushed her hair off her face. “She knocked over that toy kitchen from your mum. I was afraid—”

“Shit!”

Tom’s jaw dropped. Chyler’s gaze shifted past the tablet.

“Shit!” Kate repeated the word with a toddler’s pride.

“Kate, remember, you didn’t hear Mumma say that,” Chyler said without looking at her husband.

Tom’s “Looks like she did” rebuttal got lost in laughter.

“Tom, stop laughing,” Chyler ordered.

Tom just shook his head. He was surely drawing even more attention to himself now.

“This isn’t funny,” Chyler continued.

“Yes, it is,” Tom managed to wheeze.

“Shit!” Kate hollered again.

“Kate, stop it,” Chyler admonished uselessly.

“Don’t give an order—” Tom had to stop and gather himself. “Don’t give an order you know won’t be obeyed.”

“What’s up with Lasky?” Tom heard someone ask behind him.

Tom wiped his eyes. “And you were always afraid she’d hear it from me.”

Chyler glared into the camera. “You’d better not tell any of your buddies about this.”

“There’s—” Tom looked around the room. “Eight other people in here! It’s too late!”

“You know what? You can stay in that tin can,” Chyler said. “And I hope you choke on metal dust.”

If he choked on metal dust now, at least he’d go happy. “Love you!” Tom grinned and waved at his bride.

Chyler ended the call, but not before Kate got the last four-letter word.

xxxxxx

Flying Fortress is a reference to the B-17. I thought it was a good name for a carrier.

The daycare story is based on Mr finding Bum Bum escaped from his Sunday School room one day.

#halo #married with a supercarrier au #Kate lasky #thomas lasky x chyler silva #halo fanfic by atbnl #Fanfic by atbnl

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, March 31st

ANYA: God, who, who would put something like that there? Is this supposed to be some sort of sick joke? She picks it up. It's a small toy bunny.

~~The Gift~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Frozen by veronyxk84 (Buffy, Dawn, PG-13)

Option Number Three by Bobbie23 (Giles/Jenny, not rated)

If that isn't love, then what the fuck is it? by Pzyii (Buffy/Willow, not rated)

Not discreet by desicat (Buffy/Riley, Explicit)

Buffy and Spike trying to do a crossword puzzle by aphony-cree (not rated, worksafe)

“I'm not reading all that” by scooby-group-texts (Buffy, Angel, worksafe, posted as an image)

Handsy by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Pandora’s Box by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Frozen by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy, Dawn, Spike mentioned, anthology rated PG-13)

All Too Well by acekoomboom (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Holy Ground by acekoomboom (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Horrorshow - Chapter 12 by vampbrat (Fanged Four, Angel/Spike/Wesley, other ships, Explicit)

Buffy season 8 - Chapter 1 by FreyStewart (Buffy/Angel, Scoobies, Angelus, not rated)

Buffy saison 8 - Chapter 1 by FreyStewart (Buffy/Angel, Scoobies, Angelus, not rated, in French)

An Elf In Darkness - Chapter 1-3 by BlueZeroZeroOne (LotR crossover, Faith, Buffy, Tara, T)

Rise, Ch. 31-32 (COMPLETE!) by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

New Normal, Ch. 33 by holetoledo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Truth and Consequences, Ch. 10 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

Afterburn, Ch. 32 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Bizarre Double Life, Ch. 30 and epilogue (COMPLETE!) by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Glimpses of the Cellar Dwellers, Ch. 31 by Maldorana (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Dead End - epilogue (COMPLETE!) by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Dawnster Drabbles, Ch. 31 (COMPLETE!) by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, PG)

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[s3rena-gal]

Hi Nestlings!!

I was in a bit of a depressive slump last week, but I am feeling much better today! 🩷

As promised in a previous post, today I will go over which Hellaverse characters embody the “Gal is Mind” mindset. I explained it in the last post so please refer to that one when looking it up <3

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I only dropped one point for each character before, but this time, I plan on going more in depth. (!!! This post contains spoilers for Hazbin Hotel Season 1 !!!)

From least to most “Gal” imo:

4th: Velvette

😈 Velvette is one of the most stylish baddies in hell and would more than likely be open to trying many gyaru substyles! (She already looks the part!)

😈 However, she’s missing a key factor of the gal mindset…she’s kinda a dick lmao (thats an understatement lol)

😈 She’s immature and loves to stir the pot with drama. (And last time i checked, that is the total opposite of how to be a good role model lmao)

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3rd: Cherri Bomb

😈 I love Cherri’s design sm!!! Definitely giving Black Diamond vibes!!! The hair tops it off and reminds me of sujimori hair!! I plan on making an outfit inspired by her at some point! ❤️❤️

😈 as for her personality, she means well and is one of Angel’s best friends. What doesn’t make her very gal to me, is that she enables her friend and tempts him into drugs and other bad behaviors. Granted, partying is good in moderation (and a part of gyaru culture!) but over indulging and causing a ruckus in the process definitely ain’t it :’)

😈 on the other hand, she is very loyal to angel and sticks up to his abuser, Valentino (see the Addict MV), albeit in her own anarchic way. But loyalty and sticking up for ur loved ones is definitely a big part of being a gal 🩷

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2nd: Angel Dust

😈speaking of the spood, he has a lot to offer as a potential gal!! As some of you may know, I just LOVE this outfit (above) from the Poison MV!! He has some of the best outfits and they can definitely be interpreted thru a gyaru lens! Not to mention he has that sex appeal™️ (tho its more complicated than that, which is a whole other can of worms qwq)

😈 A lot of people feel seen in his struggles as SA/grooming survivors (myself included). When he stood up to Valentino in ep6, (basically everything good he did in that episode lol), he showed sm strength. 🩷🩷

😈 what shows his gal flare to me the most tho, is when he owns his flaws in “Loser Baby” like yes we’ve messed up and no one’s perfect. And that, I think, Is very important as a gal!

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1st: Fizzarolli

😈 ok so i may have a bit of a personal bias with him bc like me, Fizz is also disabled! Albeit physically (whereas I’m autistic, but still, it’s nice to see someone like me with the charisma and poise that he has!)

😈while his outfits may not me that gyaru aesthetically, Fizz is very stylish and struts with confidence! He went thru a lot to get to where he is! (Another thing abt him that I see in myself lmao)

😈 At the end of the day all these qualities make Fizz very human (imp??) and authentic! And authenticity imo, is definitely one of the most, if not most important parts of being a gyaru ❤️

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Sorry for the long post! 😭 I really enjoyed making this tho!!

See u soon, love u!!

Xxx,

~Serena

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[vivi826]

Momotaro's Unholy Alliance

Momotaro and the Divine Warriors

This movie is wild. From a historical lens, I thought it was very interesting. But at the same time, it made me sad to see the romanticized view of war young generations were being exposed to. Everything from what it’s like to be a soldier to what the Japanese army did to the people of the places they conquered was completely unrealistic. Of course I understand why it’s done this way. The movie is clearly targeted towards kids who the government wants to instill strong nationalist sentiments. Especially if you view the little brother character as a symbol of the children watching the movie, it’s clear they want them to idolize soldiers the way the baby monkey idolizes his brother, and like the last scene suggests, for them to become soldiers that will help Japan attack the west. Although the movie does explore the downsides of being a soldier, like being away from family and having to go through training, etc, it’s all justified as being for the sake of the nation. And when the soldiers land on the new island, it makes the natives seem uncivilized and in need of education by the Japanese. Even going as far as to show them sad to see their colonizers leaving. This part was especially infuriating as it is so disgustingly far from the truth. Overall this movie is almost an hour and a half of propaganda, that demonstrates how lied to and brainwashed much of the Japanese populace was during this era. It aims to lie about the cruelty of war and the awful activities the Japanese army was taking part in all around Asia. It makes me sad to think how many young men were sold this lie and then were shipped off and pressured to kill themselves for a nation that treated them like cannon fodder. 

Unholy Alliance

This reading was very interesting as it showed me how intentional the use of animation was as a propaganda strategy. Having seen the previous movie I already understood they were being used as mouthpieces for what the government wanted to convey to the public. But I wasn‘t aware that it was a type of media that was actively being sought after and ordered to be created and replicated. In addition, I believe the author's assessment of the movie being more similar to a documentary is accurate. Especially seeing it after the events of the war have already happened and the dust has settled, it feels like a time capsule of the emotions during that point in time. Beyond that, the composition, editing, and camera angles definitely play into this. Another thing I liked about the reading was how it makes the distinction that anime and manga get most of their inspiration from styles that were popular at the time, rather than something that has long been ingrained in centuries of Japanese art. 

[wayhavenots]

35 or 67 for avery and nate

Thank you, Pearl!! Sorry for taking so long 🙈I hope this kind of makes sense?

Note: This is set roughly during the book 3 demo, so beware spoilers! Also it gets kind of angsty at the end, sorry!

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35. Robots by Dan Mangan

Robots need love too

They want to be loved by you

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Avery's flashlight searches the attic, never lingering in one spot too long. She was convinced this place was haunted when she was a kid; and while she knows now that the idea is ridiculous—unless the Agency has more to say about the matter—she still isn't keen on staying any longer than necessary. She has one mission: Find her birth certificate, then get out.

The light passes over a telescope whose lens, she knows, is cracked; over a stack of trifold boards from science fairs long ago; over dusty stacks of boxes pushed into a far corner, whose handwritten labels are illegibly messy, familiar and unfamiliar at once. Her light settles on another collection of boxes, less dusty, each labeled in Rebecca's meticulously neat print: "Avery," followed by a descriptor. Bingo.

A moment later, a dim light fills the space, and she looks up to see that Nate—bent slightly toward her to avoid the cobwebbed-strewn beams stretched across the ceiling—has found a light switch. In his presence, her juvenile fears shrink to nothing.

"I didn't know there was a light in here," she says, clicking off her flashlight and sending him a quick smile in thanks.

"I'm always happy to be of assistance, Avery," says Nate, the barest hint of flirtation in his voice as he returns her smile.

Even so, it's enough to set her heart stuttering, and she clears her throat, hoping to draw his attention away from her pathetically strong reaction. "Still, you don't have to stay up here with me. It shouldn't take too long, and it's not like there's anything waiting to ambush me in those boxes." Unlike the many things that are waiting to ambush her outside of the boxes. "Just spiders. And high school trauma."

Nate's smile tenses for just a moment, so quick that Avery's sure she imagined it, before it curves playfully. "Luckily," he replies, shifting slightly closer, "I have vanquished many spiders in my time."

"You definitely seem like the type," says Avery, who can't even imagine Nate swatting at a fly. "I'm sure the arachnids call you Sewell the Spider-Squisher."

"I do prefer to bring them outside," he admits with a chuckle. "But not without a very stern talking-to."

"Then it looks like I couldn't ask for a better partner," she replies with a grin, which turns sheepish as she hears her own words. "I mean, for the—to find my—to go through the—it should be in one of these."

She gestures to the boxes labeled "Avery," and Nate is kind enough not to press her on the comment.

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Avery is surprised by the number of boxes with her name on them, and even more surprised that none is labeled "Documents" or "Important" or "Birth Certificate" (which, admittedly, would be a waste of a box). With no obvious candidates, they take their seats on the wooden floor and unpack the boxes so helpfully labeled "Avery - 0-5". Macaroni art, thick stack of incomprehensible drawings, a diary (spelled "dairy"), and, worst of all, pictures of baby Avery.

She occasionally glances at Nate, who is sitting beside her as he gently removes the contents of a box to his left. He brushes away the dust and smiles a little sadly at the items he uncovers. She's not quite sure what to make of his expression.

"You were an adorable child," he says when he catches her looking, turning the picture frame to show her: Avery at four, holding a gap-toothed grin so wide that her eyes crinkle shut.

Avery at twenty-eight remembers that picture. She'd been so excited to tell her mother about her lost tooth, but Rebecca was working late, so the nanny snapped a picture and agreed to pass it on. So like the other pictures in the other boxes, the desperate smile of a little girl begging for her mother's attention.

She doesn't need to look into the other boxes to know what she'll find. That the little girl grew into a teenager desperate for anybody's attention. Grew into a young woman who finally got attention from the wrong person. Grew into Avery, staring into all of the faces her mother packed away.

"I had wondered..." Nate's voice calls her back to the present. Her mission. Searching for her birth certificate. She shoves everything else deep below the surface and focuses on him, his gentle fingers still holding the picture frame, his expression uncertain. "When you asked to stay at the Warehouse, I was curious about why you wouldn't have preferred to stay here with your mother, in the house you grew up."

"Sick of me already?" she deflects, trying to inject some lightness into her tone. She isn't sure that she succeeds.

"Not at all," answers Nate. "I would have you stay with me as long as possible."

She notices he doesn't say "with us," shoves that feeling bubbling in her chest down, too. "Rebecca wouldn't want me here," she answers neutrally, or as neutrally as she can manage. "She would," she can already feel his objection before he opens his mouth, so she continues, "she would want me to be safe and have a roof over my head, she would offer and say 'stay' and maybe make breakfast plans, she would love me, or she would try to." Which isn't the same thing, she doesn't add. "But it would make her miserable, to see me every day. It always has, Nate, and it doesn't bother me, I don't need her." The point comes out more forcefully than she intends. "Sorry."

"I understand," says Nate gently. "And I truly appreciate all that you've shared with me. The past can be...painful."

Avery doesn't ask the questions that rise to her throat. She imagines his memories would fill the attic several times over. Imagines he has boxes he doesn't open, too, much like...

"Oh," she says, frowning in realization. She turns her attention to the collection of boxes across the room, the ones she hasn't touched, hasn't even considered. Boxes her mother never dared to open, she knows, at least not in the last twenty-six years. "When I was born, my dad was alive."

There, she and Nate locate a box labeled "DOCS" (decorated with a doodle that she eventually determines is a stethoscope, or maybe Bugs Bunny). She extracts the birth certificate ("Avery Dawn Lin," Nate reads aloud with a tone so close to reverence that her heart flips), along with her father's naturalization documents and a stack of three expired passports. (For a family vacation they never had the chance to take, perhaps?)

She opens her father's passport to his young face. Dark brown eyes look back at her, crinkled at the corners. His eyes, and hers.

And underneath the anger she harbors for her mother, she knows why it always hurt for her to look too long. Knows why she packed so much of their lives away. How could this be home without the person she loved? With a mocking reminder in his place, the dawn of a day they never got to see?

She puts the passport back. "Mission accomplished," she says brightly. "Let's go."

Again, Nate doesn't press her, and she wishes he would. She wishes he would be less kind, less understanding, less good, less Nate. Because the more Nate he is, the closer she gets to understanding what it is to have a home; and the more she feels in her bones that it will devastate her, or him, when it's gone.

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[coinofsilver]

you look nothing like your picture.

ㅤㅤㅤ" what good are pictures for anyway ? "ㅤ there's a distant rumble of thunder vibrating against arkham's dark skeleton . harvey dentㅤ ( or whatever is left of him ) ㅤspeaks from one of the corners of his padded cell . his bed is small and hard , closer to a table than any object meant for comfort . he's at display , sitting there , still and ugly and bitter . something not meant to be hanged on a wall but thrown in the storage with the rest of gotham's broken children .

he had been gaining dust there , that is until charlotte arrived . dent could not help but feel as if the girl was standing on the wrong side of the glass . SHE WASN'T BEAUTIFULㅤ --- ㅤnot in the way she was expected to be . nevertheless , harvey's good eye watched her intently . ㅤ" they only show what we look like to those behind the lens . "ㅤ the inmate pointed out , his voice sounding gravely and painful . ㅤ" they ain't the real deal , baby : just a reflection of an idea . "ㅤ the man chuckles emptied of joy .

harvey's fingers continue to twist and turn around a small coin , one which glistens under arkham's unflattering lights . part of him wishes he could ask charlotte for help ㅤ--- ㅤbe my paladin and get me out of here . even though i deserve so little , i am a man of flesh and bone , grant me the dignity of freedom ! ㅤ--- ㅤbut another part arches its' spine and backs up against the wall , baring its' fangs dripping with poison , anxious to inflict the same pain he is in upon any idiot who dares to step TOO CLOSE .

ㅤㅤㅤhis thumb suddenly flips the silver dollar off of his grip .

as it turns in the air , thunder echoes again throughout the hellish asylum , louder this time . THE STORM WAS RIGHT ABOVE THEM . it lands upon his palm and harvey smacks it against the back of his left hand . the result causes all warmth to drain out of him . his lumpy pink scars glisten almost as loudly as the silver .

" but you're not even half of an idea ㅤ--- ㅤfucking pathetic . "

#* ANSWERED . #* ABSENSIA . #* VERSE : 02 . #char has been catfished this is so sad where's nev